Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 458 Name Taboo
The female knight is beautiful.

But she's not the kind of beauty that's breathtakingly beautiful in the traditional sense; she's the kind of beauty that can hurt you. And it's not the kind of beauty that's like a thorny rose. In Milo's opinion, her type should be called shards of glass—the kind of beauty that, no matter what, will definitely bleed if you touch it.

As for why he said "okay, okay," it certainly wasn't because he could see the other person's face clearly. If he were really obsessed with beauty, Milo would just stay at home all day staring at Emma in a daze.

So what's so "good" about it? Well, the good thing is that the female knight is now in her complete form.

Moreover, she is a visionary.

Moreover, her identity must be very special, which means that she must be carrying many secrets.

hey-hey……

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Then there's no need for the dream guide. Just bury her, and we'll know everything.

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Compared to her projected state, the female knight who has now completely penetrated the spatial barrier and descended into the world of consciousness is much stronger, her strength has almost multiplied several times. To be precise, this is the power she originally possessed.

But no matter how sharp her sword was, it was meaningless in the face of an absolute difference in order.

Unfortunately, she didn't realize that.

With unwavering conviction, the female knight forcibly pulled her true form from the dream world, restoring her peak combat power. She would use this to eliminate all her inner unease and use her blade to slay the sinners who desecrated the law.

Or, prove the truth through death.

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The blades of law in the unseen lands were unaware of what they were facing, but in the dream realm, the Golden Law Temple was in an uproar.

That's the only remaining one of this generation of Blade Blade.

The bishop ordered her to execute the evil spirit simply because he believed that since she had encountered an invincible opponent, he might as well let her deeply taste the pain of a crushing defeat. In any case, her true form was still in the dream world, under the temple and the golden tree. Even if she suffered a crushing defeat, he was confident that what had happened to other knights would not be repeated on her.

However, everyone in the temple underestimated how tough the blade of this generation of law was. She used a secret technique to send her true form into the world of consciousness, determined to face the enemy in her full glory.

They were risking their own demise.

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"In the so-called church in the world of clarity, at most only one human has been fortunate enough to receive the blessing of the Golden Rule. There is absolutely no other person who has the power to resist. Find out for me who is obstructing the temple from retrieving the Eye of Thinking!"

"Outrageous! Outrageous! How dare you defy the law and the will of the people!"

"In my opinion, the churches in those lowly civilized countries should be wiped out as soon as possible. The inferior nature of these despicable races can never be purified. I was old-fashioned before. The Golden Rule doctrines of the two worlds can no longer be confused, so why should we continue to protect those so-called believers?"

The temple was enraged, and the fury in the High Court almost materialized into flames, burning fiercely in the large pool at the center of the temple.

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The battle in unseen lands...

Well, it can't really be called a battle.

It was just a one-sided brutal beating.

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If the female knight were a Shadow Order being like Imnar, capable of fighting Mylor to a standstill, not only would this ancient altar be destroyed, but the entire underground ruins would be ruined, and even the surface church complex might suffer.

Unfortunately, she is just a young blade. Perhaps one day in the future she will grow into a high-ranking one, but for now, she can only be at the mercy of others.

As for Milo, there's no need to even discuss how much of his strength he used; for him, this level of fighting was like taking a walk after dinner.

The female knight's figure transformed into lightning, dashing at high speed within the altar.

She used countless sword techniques, spells, and secret arts.

But all these seemingly gorgeous and dazzling combat skills can only turn to ashes in Milo's domain.

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She began to be wounded.

Because Milo finally started to fight back.

His counterattack involved simply raising his hand and flicking it out with his backhand.

Yes, it was just a simple slap.

The female knight in her vibrant armor, with her dazzling white hair, flew out like an arrow shot from a bow, carving a deep trench into the earth's crust in the ruins of the altar, and finally crashing into the stone wall, embedding herself deeply within it.

Her armor no longer shone with a mirror-like luster, her long hair was no longer spotless, and her longsword had lost its original blazing holy light.

Too rigid and easy to break.

She confronted Milo with the toughest approach, and the outcome was predictable.

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"Click..."

Milo kicked away the female knight's two-handed sword.

"Crack!"

The crowbar gripped her breastplate, forcibly removing her plate armor.

"Snap!" The final sound came from the straight, not-so-sharp end of the crowbar embedding itself in the female knight's shoulder.

After doing all this, Milo calmly found a relatively clean spot nearby, sat down, and said with a normal expression:
"To be honest, you're the most exciting fighter I've ever seen... well—I mean, the most visually appealing one."

After all, only in situations of extreme inequality in strength can the weaker side be allowed to exert all its strength to combine all its combat skills into a perfect performance.

Recall your confrontation with Imnar in the void—attack, counterattack, attack, counterattack, attack, counterattack…

That's too abstract.

Therefore, this battle with the female knight was the most "real" fight Milo had ever encountered.

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Blood flowed from the female knight's mouth, sliding down her sharply defined jawline.

Her face was ashen, and her deep eyes were filled with incomprehension and resentment.

But there was nothing she could do.

Only now did she realize how ridiculous her previous arrogance and disdain for this barren land had been.

Because of her all-out fight, all she got in return was a resounding slap from Milo.

She wasn't even entitled to see this stranger truly demonstrate his abilities.

For the blade of the Golden Law, this was undoubtedly the most frustrating and ridiculous way to die, because she did not die as a warrior.

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She couldn't understand what kind of terrifying being could be like the person before her, showing no fear of the law or the Golden Tree.

His indifference was not feigned, but rather a pure and direct expression of his inner detachment and coldness. He despised those beings who were above the will of mortals, and he made no attempt to conceal this contempt.

Is this the true face of a sinner?
She doesn't understand...

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However, Milo didn't have as many flashy and profound insights.

Perhaps because the other person was fighting desperately, while he simply slapped him, it's hard to gain any real insight from that.

Furthermore, his way of thinking has always been very straightforward and unpretentious.

Just like the sentence he said next in a very calm tone:
"Um—would you mind revealing your real name? Because I might need to use your name later."

As he spoke, he pulled a small notebook and pen from his pocket, ready to take notes at any time.

The female knight did not react.

He just stared blankly at the ruins on the ground.

Blood seeped from her eyes.

Milo was somewhat displeased with her reaction, but still patiently said:
"Stop pretending to be dead! I didn't hit your vitals. Really, stop pretending and tell me your name."

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"After killing so many people... is the only thing you want to know just my name?" The female knight stared at Milo with an incredulous look.

She felt that the person sitting in front of her was not a human being at all.

"That's not it."

Milo shook his head:

"I have to carve something on your grave, right? If you don't tell me your name, what should I carve? After my friend puts you in the grave, I'll naturally be able to dig out the secrets I need to know. You're a psychic, so you'll definitely know what I'm talking about."

The female knight coughed weakly twice, spitting out blood and fragments of internal organs. In an extremely feeble voice, she questioned Milo:
Do you know what the consequences are for plundering the spiritual vision of believers in the Law?

However, Milo had long since become immune to all these threatening words; now, remaining unmoved was one of his life principles.

"After I bury you, I'll naturally know what the outcome will be."

Seeing that the female knight still didn't respond, Milo shook his head and put away his notebook.
"Oh well, I was going to save you some face, but if you don't want it, then forget it..."

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"Joan Byrne, the Blade of the Law"

To Milo's surprise, just as he was putting away his notebook, the female knight raised her chin and took the initiative to tell him her real name.

As for the underlying psychology—whether it's an unyielding pride or a special will—Milo simply wouldn't care.

He nodded:

"That's great, they even included a nickname."

"That's not a nickname!" the female knight suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

However, her physical condition no longer allowed her to scream or roar in any way. Large amounts of blood gushed from her mouth and nose, a far cry from her pristine and holy image when she first appeared.

"You may insult me, but you cannot desecrate the title of Blade!"

She looked at Milo and spoke, word by word.

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(End of this chapter)