Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 468
The young black goats collectively worshipped the lump of flesh and blood.

Along with the believers and their families on the distant hillside, they all knelt and bowed before the mass of flesh and blood placed beneath the tomb.

The collective prayer, which sounded like a call, grew louder and louder.

Both humans and the races subordinate to the gods bowed down in worship to a mass of dead flesh.

The scene under the moonlight was extremely eerie and sinister.

……

Among the many worshippers, a semi-transparent figure slowly emerged on the cemetery.

It must be carrying a star stone.

Because Milo couldn't see the figure's face or sense its life sequence, all he could see was a human-shaped outline, slowly approaching the cemetery, and finally stopping in front of the pit where the old cemetery keeper was buried.

Milo calmly observed the silhouette of the figure.

Yan, sitting in the back, was sitting on a beanbag chair in front of the old man's house, drinking with his legs crossed.

...

Meanwhile, on the plains, the cries of the clansmen grew louder and louder, even drowning out the howling wind.

Suddenly, white flames erupted around the grass surrounding the lump of flesh and blood that the Black Goat Clan had placed on the ground!
The flames completely enveloped the flesh and blood, emitting a hissing, burning sound.

Seeing this, the voices of the relatives and believers on the hillside, including the many black goat calves, immediately rose a few decibels.

Incredibly, the white flames enveloping the body did not easily turn the flesh and blood to ashes like they did when they burned the old man guarding the tomb. Instead, they made the blood on the surface of the lump of flesh even more vivid and dazzling, and it even trembled and danced!
The scene before my eyes was chilling.

Because that mass of flesh and blood was expanding at a visible rate.

At first, it was only the size of two palms, but the white flames dancing around it seemed to give it some kind of vitality. Its tissues kept replicating and multiplying. Not a single drop of the splattered blood flowed into the soil, but instead swirled in the air with the flames.

In just a few minutes, it swelled from that lifeless piece of flesh into a huge cocoon that was more than a meter tall.

Its surface is covered with clearly visible capillaries, and inside each scarlet blood vessel, fresh blood is surging, transmitting energy and revealing the breath of life.

No matter how vibrant and lively the atmosphere may be, its visual effect is ultimately ugly and nauseating.

It seemed as if something was writhing inside the taut, fleshy diaphragm.

...

Meanwhile, the black goat calves on the plains howled even more excitedly, their cries exceeding the frequency range that humans could receive, almost piercing the eardrums of ordinary animals.

The melody that Milo heard sounded like both howling and cheering, so distorted and chaotic.

……

On the cemetery.

The silhouette of a figure, protected by the star stone, floated lightly towards the tomb of the old man guarding the grave. It reached its hand into the pit and grabbed a handful of the old man's ashes.

It was muttering incoherent words, using human language:

"The blood of the clan is the cradle... the essence of shadow is the seed... the High Mother will elevate your soul... grant you a chance for rebirth... this is her mercy... this is her boundless love... and compassion..."

...

After grabbing the handful of ashes, the figure began to silently retreat and leave.

But the next second, a hand covered in hideous cracks grabbed the figure's wrist.

"Did your merciful Supreme Mother Goddess ever tell you that starstones cannot cover up the stench of vampires on you?"

...

A look of horror finally appeared on the face of the chaotic figure. Although it was hard to detect, the last of its maxims ended with a scream-like, rising tone.

And the next moment.

Click...

A crisp sound rang out in the air, as if something hard had been crushed.

...

"ah!!!……"

It's the wrist bone of the person in front of you.

And the star stones hidden on its body.

"Impossible...impossible! How did you bypass the Star Stone Order! You couldn't possibly have touched me!"

It screamed wildly.

It seems they encountered something terrifying.

Its current state is worlds apart from the composure it displayed two minutes ago when it brazenly appeared before Milo.

At this moment, on the cemetery.

A deep, dark black slash swept up like a tide, engulfing the soil, vegetation, air, and even the space itself.

Within this terrifying, ink-like curtain, half of Milo's face emerged. His expression twisted with rage as he stared at the frail life he held tightly in his grasp, and he asked, word by word:

"What makes you think the order of the Star Stones is above mine?"

……

boom! ! !
From other people's perspectives.

They could only see a brief blur above the cemetery, as if something was blocking their view.

Whether they were members of the clan, believers, or hunters entrenched on another hillside, they all heard a shrill scream from afar. The instant the scream reached their ears, something in their field of vision plummeted straight down from the cemetery at an incredible speed, crashing into the open ground below like a meteorite.

As the air currents, debris, and dust rippled outwards, the silhouette of Milo finally came into view.

And beneath his feet lay the half-crippled body of a creature.

After the star stone shattered, the figure emerged from its semi-illusory, elusive state and became fully visible.

This was a vampire with graying temples. His eyes were grey, and he had sharp fangs in his mouth.

But at this moment, he had none of the noble and elegant temperament of the traditional concept of vampires, because he was being trampled under Milo's feet, and the left half of his shoulder had been crushed, with shattered flesh and blood spraying onto the cracked ground and rock.

……

He is Finkelstein, a second-generation vampire, second only to the first.

He is a staunch believer and supporter of the Covenant Organization.

He is also a powerful psychic.

...

Of course, strength is relative.

While being brutally trampled, he could only desperately shout for help in the direction of his companions:

“Save me!!!!”

...

The figures on the hillside all disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, the black goat calves that had been occupying the open space also began to move.

Because Milo's actions have seriously affected the progress of the ceremony.

They raised their enormous hooves, their tentacles thrashing wildly as if electrocuted, dragging their massive bodies as they charged and crushed towards Milo's location like a herd of bison.

……

Milo didn't even glance at the monsters hurtling towards him, but simply increased the pressure of his feet.

Click.

A crisp sound rang out.

Accompanied by screams.

Finkelstein's tibia and fibula were crushed and broken, leaving only soft tissue such as muscles and skin connecting his lower leg.

But Milo did not stop increasing the force.

Finally, he used his boots to break the psychic's entire lower leg, severing not only the bone but also the flesh.

...

"You can't kill me! At least not until the ritual is complete!!!"

Finkelstein was horrified.

He saw no trace of ferocious hatred in Milo's eyes, only a cold indifference like the winter wind.

"This is a ceremony to serve the Supreme Mother Goddess, to welcome the great rebirth! Do you see it..."

Finkelstein turned pale.

He turned his head to the side, staring blankly at the huge cocoon of flesh engulfed in white flames, his eyes filled with twisted longing and hope.

"It only lacks the last bit of soul ash... just that one last bit of ash is all it needs to descend once more..."

"From a purely physical standpoint... that's your child too..."

"Your sperm remains in that woman's tissues, don't you? Only what the Shadow leaves behind is worthy of the favor of the Supreme Mother Goddess..."

“There…that’s about to emerge, your child with the Supreme Mother Goddess. Do you intend to prevent your child from being born?”

"Could it be... ah—"

...

With his last remaining strength, Finkelstein shouted something to Milo.

But Milo seemed completely unconcerned by what he said, calmly lifting his foot and stomping down again, crushing Finkelstein's other leg.

Then, he stared at the two broken lower legs on the ground, frowning deeply, seemingly not entirely satisfied with his "performance":
"Tsk, at this rate, it seems there's no way to break you down to a dozen pieces."

...

“I…I am a follower of the Most High Mother Goddess…I have served Her for hundreds of years…I fully understand that you are avenging your followers, but this is a necessary sacrifice!…If you kill me, the Mother Goddess will also settle accounts with me!”

Finkelstein is still trying to stop Milo with words.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a warm sensation coming from the wound on his leg that was throbbing with pain.

He suddenly looked up.

It was discovered that Milo had moved his broken calf to the location of the broken wound.

The vampire's self-healing ability allows the flesh between the wounds to rapidly proliferate and regenerate, ultimately achieving healing.

Finkelstein was taken aback for a moment.

Just when hope suddenly ignited in his heart, a sentence that Milo muttered to himself caused that hope to plummet back to rock bottom.

"Let's start with the ankles this time..."

...

Click!

The moment the nerves in Finkelstein's leg wound healed.

Milo broke his ankle with a single kick.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

……

"This should work now."

(End of this chapter)