Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 466 Growing a brain
As is widely known (or not really), all the magic recorded in ancient texts can be divided into three levels.

First level: Summoning of life forms in the outer god sequence.

The second level is the summoning of ancient sequence life forms.

The third level allows powerful souls to unleash a variety of complex spells, including curses, regeneration, manipulation, and telekinesis...

...

What Milo learned from Glaqi's memories was some potential knowledge about the Outer God, Shab-Nicholas.

His initial guess was that everything happening in Nanwei City was part of a first-level magic ritual, specifically a summoning ceremony for Shabu Nicholas.

He was even prepared to stop the ritual at any time and confront the incarnation or projection of the Outer God.

But now, he doesn't think so anymore.

……

"Reproduction, gestation, repair..."

Milo stared intently at the figure at the edge of his vision, muttering the will of the goddess of darkness and abundance.

...

In the distance, the moonlight, unusually, pierced through the gaps in the clouds, casting dappled patterns across the plains, as if covering this desolate cemetery with a layer of white frost.

As for that lonely figure...

He stood with his back to the moonlight, his body slightly hunched, exuding an aura of old age and decay.

Just as Dillashau described it—"It smelled strongly of death..."

……

"It turned out to be him."

A look of realization dawned on Milo's face.

"who is it?"

Yan, standing to the side, was somewhat confused.

“That old man,” Milo frowned.

...

No wonder these black goat calves gather at the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

No wonder Dillashau said he smelled the stench of death.

The moment the answer was revealed, Milo realized that the person who had been hiding in the shadows and manipulating everything had once been very close to him.

……

Under the moonlight, the aged figure pulled out a shovel from behind him.

The moment this action occurred, Yan's eyes widened immediately. He pointed at the figure on the distant cemetery: "This... is that old man? That tomb keeper? How could this be..."

Yes, how could that be?

A few days ago, Milo and Yan chased the beast-like vampire Klaus to the cemetery and saved the life of the mute old man.

In the eyes of both Milo and Yan, the tomb keeper was just an ordinary person with one foot in the grave, nothing more. Perhaps his temperament, or rather his mental fortitude, had been well-trained through years of tomb-keeping, but the decay of his limbs and the depletion of his physiological organs and internal organs could not be hidden from their eyes. He was just an old, ordinary human being.

Milo has known this old guy since the ghoul incident.

During this period, which was neither long nor short, Milo never noticed anything unusual about the old man.

He even categorized the old man with people like Mogot and Nero...

But now Milo finally realizes that he was completely wrong.

……

...

An old man in the cemetery, dragging his frail and aged body, used a rusty shovel to dig into the soil.

His movements were stiff and slow.

He had to stop and take several deep breaths after each shovelful of soil.

Even from hundreds of meters away, Milo and Yan could clearly hear the old man's hoarse, dry breathing, as if he were on the verge of suffocation. It seemed that every breath of fresh air required all his strength, and his lungs were working to their limit.

He ignored the menacing black goat cubs on one side of the cemetery, as if he hadn't noticed their existence at all. Except for occasionally glancing at where Milo and the others were, he spent the rest of his time diligently digging in the damp, heavy soil.

...

"What is he doing?" Yan was very puzzled.

He was probably so engrossed in watching that he kept taking deep drags on his cigarette even after it was almost finished.

"Preparing a grave for himself."

Milo, with his hands in his trench coat pockets, coldly watched the lonely, aging figure in the moonlight in the distance.

"So thoughtful?" Yan muttered to himself, then turned around and looked in the direction behind him, saying, "Those hunters seem to be coming."

“Of course we’ll come,” Milo nodded.

"It feels different from before." Yan frowned. Although he had always been carefree and irresponsible, the upgrades to his physical functions given by the Night Demon's power were constantly at work. Even from several kilometers away, he had already sensed the approach of the Hunter Organization and even noticed the strange feeling on them.

"It's reasonable that they're different."

Milo nodded and said to Yan, "If a fight breaks out later, there might be... I'm guessing, about three or four different factions. Anyway, remember, none of them are our allies. You can kill them all."

"Including hunters? Didn't you say before..." Yan didn't quite understand.

After all, when he encountered Monquia before, Milo, who was in charge of smoothing things over, didn't say that. He remembered that he and Monquia had reached some verbal agreements at the time.

“Oh, just saying.” Milo shrugged.

Then, pointing to the aged figure in the grave where he had dug his own tomb, he said:
“That person is very likely the teacher of Monquia’s teacher. You should understand what I mean.”

"understood."

Yan blinked, then nodded: "That makes things much easier. We can kill everyone except our own people."

"Of course, don't rush, let's see how things go first."

Milo said calmly.

...

In conclusion, it can be basically confirmed that tonight's ceremony is not directly related to the impending war.

Because this matter is not under the jurisdiction of Shab Nicholas.

……

"Crack..."

As the old man dug out the last handful of soil, he planted the shovel in the mound of earth beside him. Under the moonlight, he slowly straightened his back and gazed in the direction where Milo and Yan were.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his gaze to the sky behind him, looking at the full moon that was barely able to squeeze out a third of its shape from the layers of dark clouds.

The old man tilted his head back and slowly spread his hands.

...

The old man could not speak; he was indeed mute.

But those who sang all the way through the shadows of the jungle, speaking in an ancient language, spoke the proverb that originally belonged to the hunters' organization: "Even in the long night, I can still see the moonlight."

...

Then, the moonlight that was spilling onto the old man seemed to become... dangerous at that moment.

hiss...

A wisp of white smoke suddenly rose from a corner of the old man's sweat-soaked clothes.

laugh……

Just as the wisp of white smoke was dispersed by the cold wind across the plains, he suddenly shuddered, and white flames covered his entire body!

"Ahhh!!————"

...

Under the moonlight, the aged figure did not struggle at all, and even the screams only lasted for a few seconds.

The white flames seemed more destructive than ordinary flames.

In less than half a minute.

The old man's body had already turned to ashes, falling off in chunks from his skin, and finally, he was blown by the wind and fell into the pre-dug grave behind him...

……

"That fire looks very dangerous."

Yan shuddered from a distance.

Those white flames, which looked much weaker and softer than ordinary flames, made him feel threatened from the bottom of his heart.

This was a situation he had never encountered since using Blood Feud to unlock the power of the Night Demon. Even when facing Imnar's fractal form, he had never felt this heart-pounding.

This heart-pounding feeling lasted until the old man's body turned to ashes and he collapsed to the ground.

Yan took a few steps forward, looked around, and only after confirming that the white flames on the other person's body had not spread across the lawn of the cemetery did he breathe a sigh of relief and say:
“This old man is a big problem. Maybe if we hadn’t shown up that night, the beast-like vampires wouldn’t have been able to kill him… Didn’t you say he was the teacher of a teacher from some hunter organization? How did he suddenly kill himself?”

"I do not know."

Milo's answer was straightforward.

He could roughly guess what was going on, but it was just a guess.

"The Eye of Thinking said that this soul belongs to the first generation of contract scholars. At first, I thought that if that were the case, it would have lived for at least several hundred years... but now I don't think so."

"So what you mean is?" Yan was clearly not the type of person who was good at thinking, but that didn't mean he wasn't smart. He hadn't even heard Daisy's complete explanation; based solely on Milo's fragmented words, he already had a general understanding of the situation:

"You said that the goat god represents reproduction, childbirth, and restoration, right? So, can we also understand 'regeneration' as part of His order?"

"Oh, you... you've finally gotten a brain."

(End of this chapter)