Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 460 Leaving
"Woooooooo..."

From the unseen land, from the pit of worship, came the mournful cry of the superior, independent race, seemingly sobbing, mourning the dead blade of law.

Although in Milo's mouth it was just a worm that had eaten the remains of the Golden Tree, it did indeed acquire some of the Golden Tree's divinity and blessings as a result.

The young blade of law was slain by Milo, causing it to wail in sorrow.

The sound lingered throughout the unseen land, filled with profound sorrow.

...

In the chaotic underground world, faint golden light shone from every inch of soil. Like stars billions of miles away, they flickered lightly and slowly, seemingly mourning the lost blade of law.

It's not just the creatures in the worship pit.

This land was once the closest place to the Golden Tree, and everything here has benefited from its blessings, including the entire fallen Sumerian civilization, which was once its follower.

In the air, Milo seemed to faintly hear the mournful cries of broken souls.

The entire unseen land was filled with an eerie atmosphere.

These wills of all things, which should have been annihilated by time, seemed to harbor no hostility towards Milo. They were simply grieving for the dead blades of law. Perhaps what happened on this land today reminded them of the fall of the Sumerian civilization.

……

...

The same applies to Dirac, who is blessed by the Golden Rule.

He stared blankly at the altar before him, illuminated by countless golden lights like a starry sky, his expression somewhat dazed.
"Did we...do we do something wrong?"

Everything around seemed to be mourning the death of the blade of law, except for Milo, who had committed the murder, who was quickly packing up his things.

He found a rope and strung together Joan's armor, boots, and two-handed sword sheaths, then carried her with one hand.

Then he turned his head and glanced at her unseeing corpse in the pit.

Finally, he said to Dirac:
"If you can move, come and erect a tombstone for her. I still have many questions to answer from her."

"Oh."

Dillah Shaw hesitated for a moment, then finally stood up unsteadily.

He rubbed his forehead, somewhat puzzled, and said:
"I still feel a little dizzy."

“Uh—” Milo recalled the large bottle of strong liquor he had poured into him earlier, and said without changing his expression, “Backlash, it must be a backlash. You defied the will of the Golden Rule, and that must be the reason.”

"Well, that makes sense."

Dillah Shaw nodded solemnly, his face grim.

But in any case, it was ultimately Milo who committed the murder, and it had nothing to do with him, the servant of the Golden Law.

If these arrogant knights from the Dreamland simply wanted to take Daisy away, perhaps Milo wouldn't have reacted so strongly. But as Joan said, the way to reclaim the Eye of Thought was to kill Daisy, and she even said that believers could be reborn in the Dreamland.

As far as Milo knows, only powerful dreamers can achieve this.

Anyway, their fate was sealed the moment they appeared on screen.

After being promoted to the Shadow Sequence, Order Level became an important factor influencing Milo's behavior.

This is a way of thinking that he didn't have before.

Just like the intense desire for reckoning after losing believers, the urge to punish lower-order life forms when provoked is amplified infinitely. If even a little bit of personal emotion is mixed in, it can turn into a decisive massacre, which is the situation we are in today in the unseen land.

And this, in fact, is also part of the order.

...

Unlike the grief of all living and dead things around her, and unlike Milo's calmness, Daisy was in a state of very calm contemplation.

As she herself said, she still has a long way to go before she becomes omniscient, and before that, she needs to use her own thinking to distinguish between truth and falsehood and to unravel the complexities of the information she receives.

She stared blankly at the shadow above the altar, muttering:

"Perhaps she is telling the truth; the Eye of Thinking should not remain in this world, as it would cause some kind of catastrophic consequences."

"That's right, the calamity has befallen her."

In the distance, Milo added a casual remark.

Daisy, clutching Milo's trench coat, carefully traversed the jagged ruins to the edge of the worship pit. She glanced at the female knight Milo had slain, sighed, and said:

“She is the blade of the law, and should have been the most powerful king under the golden tree… They shouldn’t abandon her so easily… Dirachoon might also be deemed a heretic by the Golden Law.” After all, the “kill her” he uttered was unequivocal.

However, Dillashaw did not speak. He calmly grabbed a handful of gravel from the ground and threw it into the pit where Joan Byrne lay, silently reciting a church eulogy.

Daisy knew very well why Milo had reacted so violently, without even having the desire to negotiate with the Knights, and instead went straight for the kill... He had already caused Daisy to have her eyes gouged out just a wall away due to a serious oversight, and this time the Knights were openly coming to "take back" Daisy's thinking eyes, and he could not allow the same thing to happen again.

Daisy didn't quite understand what Dilrasha was saying.

She never believed that De La Chau was an absolutely devout follower of the Golden Law, because the will of the church often conflicted with his own. He was always in a state of wavering, yet he inexplicably gained the approval of the Golden Law and became the only person in hundreds of years to receive the Golden Blessing, becoming a so-called servant of God.

But at the last moment, the killing intent he unleashed towards Joan Byrne subtly showed signs of surpassing Milo's...

On the altar of this unseen land, everyone is doing what they believe is right, including the knights whose lives have been taken. Whether it is the blade or the shadow, there is only opposition based on their positions.

...

"Rumble..."

Just as Dillah was leisurely carrying out the funeral ceremony.

The shadowy area overhead that Milo had been wary of finally began to make some unpleasant noises.

The rolling, muffled sound was just like thunder shrouded in thick clouds.

But this place is beneath the earth's crust, separated from the real sky by thick layers of rock.

The muffled thunder sounded exactly like the roar of some creature in a state of extreme rage.

With a roar, streaks of golden holy light, like flares on the surface of a star, emerged from the shadows, but with the addition of dazzling runes visible to the naked eye.

...

Dillah Shaw was on high alert.

But Milo raised his hand to indicate that he only needed to protect Daisy, and whatever was about to descend into that spatial barrier would be dealt with by him.

He stood beneath the ravaged golden light, holding Joan Byrne's two-handed sword, silently awaiting the imminent arrival of something menacing.

……

Soon, something pierced through the barrier.

Are those tentacles?
No, no, it's an ancient vine that seems to have come to life.

A dazzling mark formed by golden holy light hung above the altar, while countless vines intertwined and stretched down from the mark.

Each vine's rough surface is covered with mysterious totem patterns, shimmering with a faint golden light, like the rhythm of breathing.

These vines showed no sign of hostility.

Even though the fear matter released by Milo had completely surrounded the area it was in, the inky black matter from the realm of fear was extremely ferocious in its provocation of the vines from the dream world.

But the vines never made a move to retaliate.

It condenses from top to bottom into a thick, vertical rope, the end of which slowly extends into Joan Byrne's grave.

The vines, like a kind old man, gently caressed Joan Byrne's severed head, her cheeks streaked with blood, and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes, with a touch of grief and sorrow.

Then, it slowly rolled up Joan's body and carried her away from the filthy soil.

Along with that, they also took the armor that Milo had previously stripped from Joan, as well as the two-handed sword.

...

The once dark underground altar now presents an extremely poignant and religiously significant scene.

Amidst countless rolling golden runes, ancient tree vines hung down, slowly lifting the gruesome corpse of the knight. Holy light shone on the knight's pale skin, but the knight could no longer respond to this precious blessing.

...

Milo knew who the vines reaching out from the Dream Realm belonged to.

I also know why it didn't show any hostility.

However, just when he thought Joan Byrne would be resurrected on the spot, the vines simply embraced her and disappeared into the totem mark at the top, passing through the spatial barrier without even stopping for a moment.

It wasn't there for revenge; it was just an old man who came to collect the bodies of his offspring.

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(End of this chapter)