Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 457 Good, good, good

For the Temple of the Golden Law.

The sudden death of one or two temple knights might not have caused much of a stir, and the high-ranking bishop remained calm and composed.

For them, even though the "blade of law" is still in its infancy, it is still beyond the reach of ordinary life forms in that barren world, which stems from their absolute faith in the Golden Rule.

But then, the bodies of the thirteen knights simultaneously crumbled, decayed, and finally evaporated completely.

Moreover, this process was very brief, and even those on the high platform did not have time to intervene.

...

This time, there were no startled screams in the temple as there had been the first time.

Because the believers with weak wills were overwhelmed by fear, they couldn't understand what ominous event had occurred in a short time, and they couldn't even utter a sound of astonishment.

Those on the high platform finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

"How many knights did we send in total?" the bishop asked in a deep voice.

"Including the Blade of Law, there are sixteen knights in total," the lower-ranking elders replied tremblingly.

"So, she's all alone now," the bishop sighed from the high platform.

However, when the elders below suggested recalling the Blades or sending more reinforcements, the bishop rejected them all:

No, let her continue.

Without offering any further explanation, the bishop's tone was filled with an unyielding authority and indifference.

Everyone in the temple fell silent, terrified.

……

The Knights were the temple guards personally selected and established by the bishop. Their lives might be insignificant, but to so brazenly and casually slaughter them like cutting vegetables and grass, even the main body of the Dream Realm could not escape this calamity, was a desecration of the entire Golden Law Temple and a trampling of its majesty, which had clearly angered the bishop.

Of course, there is also an unavoidable sense of disappointment with the harsh realities of the legal system on this first trip.

But these are matters that lower-ranking priests and elders are not qualified to interfere with; silence is their only option.

...

The carpet where the thirteen knights had died was also rolled up and taken away by the servants.

From that moment on, the atmosphere in the temple began to become strange, and the oppressive feeling made it hard for the elders, the lowest-ranking believers, and the common people to breathe.

All they could do was pray that the blade of law, now in the conscious world, would bring that arrogant fool to justice on the spot, thus upholding the law and the dignity of the temple.

...

……

Unseen lands.

Milo twisted the souls of the thirteen knights into dust.

There was not a trace of mercy or pity in his eyes. He didn't even glance at the knights as he crushed them, but calmly focused on the pair of eyes on the female knight's face that radiated a stormy light.

The knights' shattered souls only caused ripples of dust to spread across the ground.

But it stirred up a storm in the female knight's heart.

Although she perfectly concealed this emotional fluctuation, Milo was a being of the Shadow Sequence, and even the Old Ones could not hide themselves from him. Moreover, she was merely a projection of a Visionary.

...

"now what?"

The violence and ferocity on Milo's face had faded.

But his calmness at this moment is even more chilling.

He stared at the female knight who had been so spirited just minutes before, and asked in an extremely calm tone:

"Who are the witnesses to this tragedy? Who are the sinners?"

...

The overwhelming sense of oppression shattered the female knight's innate pride.

She is the blade of the Golden Law. Her divine authority and duty are to punish, sanction, and settle scores. All the sins under the golden tree will be wiped out by the sword in her hand. This is the idea that the temple has instilled in her since she can remember, and it is also the life creed that she has maintained to this day.

She was not incapable of accepting failure or death; in fact, the ultimate fate of each generation of the Temple's Blade was to sacrifice their lives for the law, so she believed she was already prepared for it.

What she truly couldn't accept was that her innate pride had been crushed, and she had already lost before the two sides had even officially begun their battle.

On this day, the blade of the law witnessed evil in its truest sense for the first time—evil incarnations that existed only in missionary texts in her memory. These people would not yield an inch before the golden radiance, had no reverence for the gods, and were filled with an untouchable darkness within their hearts.

……

The female knight's clenched teeth were trembling, and she could clearly hear the sound of her upper and lower rows of molars rubbing together as they trembled—the sound of her cowardice and fear.

Perhaps even she herself didn't realize that the two-handed longsword she had held steadily for more than a decade was now trembling rapidly.

The sword blade, radiating a brilliant light like the blazing sun, was lightly flicked twice with Milo's fingernail, producing a crisp sword hum.

"What a good thing, it's just a pity it fell into the hands of a good-for-nothing."

Milo asked in a soft, teasing voice:

"So, what should I say? Should I withdraw my Eye of Thought? Hmm?"

"You will pay the price." The female knight stared intently at Milo, spitting out the words through gritted teeth.

Immediately afterwards, her dark and blurry figure burst forth with an overwhelming and chaotic power.

A powerful aura, blessed by the golden tree, wafted out.

Her entire being and the two longswords radiating dazzling golden light seemed to merge into one, shooting towards Milo like a bolt of lightning.

In terms of speed, power, and precision, they far surpassed those knights who had been killed one by one by Milo with a crowbar.

However, the female knight's movements lacked a combat spirit. Her attacks were standard and focused, as if she had been trained meticulously, possessing all the other elements of combat, except for the absolute belief in a fatal blow; to put it bluntly, she lacked killing intent.

Mylo's heart rate remained completely stable throughout the entire process.

He shook his head in disappointment.

As the sword's edge drew near, the rules of shadow rippled outwards, devouring all the power that surged forth like a tidal wave.

……

The female knight appeared behind Milo.

She remained a shadowy projection, with no obvious wounds on her body, but the longsword in her hand had become noticeably duller.

But she received the will of the temple.

Unlike the previous missions that only required her to withdraw her Eye of Thought, this time, her will carries an additional command: "Slay the evil spirits."

Without pausing, she turned her sword and charged again toward the location of Milo's figure within her sight.

Perhaps it was the will of the Temple of Law that gave her courage and conviction; this second strike was even more lethal than the first.

However, the gap in sequence cannot be overcome by mere belief.

...

Before Milo, her blade was so weak and laughable.

The storm unleashed by the sword strike rushed toward Milo, and after crashing into the shadowy domain, it receded rapidly like a tide.

After the storm subsided, what remained on the empty ruins was Milo holding the female knight by the chin with one hand, lifting her off the ground.

Despite being a projection, and despite being non-physical, she was still being held captive by Milo.

The previously impressive offensive now seems like a joke compared to its comical outcome.

Her cheeks were being pinched by Milo, and she felt as if she were being suppressed by countless terrifying orders. Although she still held the longsword in her hand, it was only by clinging to her last belief and exerting all her strength that she was able to maintain the situation. Otherwise, the longsword would have already slipped from her hand and been driven into the ground.

……

Milo examined the gloomy face he held in his hand with amusement.

"Interesting. I couldn't even touch your deepest fear. Is it that I just didn't find it, or that you don't have it at all?"

"Could it be because they possess a sufficiently firm belief?"

He tried to understand the female knight's heart.

However, they failed to grasp the source of her inner fear. Even though they had already used sufficiently cruel and bloody methods to kill more than a dozen knights in front of her, they still had not met the conditions for the dream-inducing event.

Milo was puzzled and curious.

Her intuition told her that the person in front of her held a special position in the world on the other side of the dream realm, and that her power came from the golden tree in the dream realm, and was extremely pure.

Milo wanted to use this woman to peek into the specifics of the situation, to figure out why the Eye of Thinking had to be withdrawn, and what the true Golden Rule contained in its doctrines.

But he failed.

He overwhelmed the female knight in combat, but he did not shatter her beliefs.

...

"Tsk..."

Milo frowned deeply.

His scrutinizing gaze was an extreme humiliation in the eyes of the female knight.

Because he didn't treat her as a person at all, but rather as an unfathomable object.

...

While Milo was still pondering that question.

A resolute and ferocious look appeared on the female knight's gloomy face.

next second.

Countless cracks appeared in the shadows above the unseen land.

Countless runes of law were interwoven within the golden holy light, surging forth from the shattered cracks.

Those dazzling, scorching substances penetrated the barriers of space, coalesced into the female knight's body, and formed her soul, flesh and blood, including her outer armor.

Within seconds, the dim projection transformed into a real, living person.

The face that had previously only had its pupils radiating a stormy light finally became clear.

Before Milo appeared an absolutely cold and stern face, as white as ice and snow. The storm in her eyes had subsided, replaced by a coldness like a deep pool, as if it could penetrate people's hearts. The untouchable arrogance between her brows was finally fully revealed at this moment, and her long, snow-white hair was draped over her shoulder armor.

This is the true face of the blade of the law.

She herself possessed a greater sword intent than the longsword in her hand.

...

The arm covered in silver armor clenched into a fist and slammed towards Milo.

The female knight withstood all the suppressive force, completely breaking free from Milo's grasp. She gracefully tumbled through the air like a snowflake, finally landing on the other side of the altar.

At this moment, she was no longer a projection from the dream world.

It is something that truly exists from head to toe.

...

"Good good."

Milo rubbed his chest, which bore burn marks from the heavy blow, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)