Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 469 A Little Shock to Sanity

At this moment, a herd of black goat calves, bellowing, charged toward where Milo was.

Their footsteps caused the entire suburban plains to tremble violently.

In addition, there are believers and their families waiting for an opportunity to act.

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The sight of 96 black goat calves running together is quite visually striking.

It felt like a mountain collapsing and shattering, with the mountain collapsing towards you.

The massive body, whose skin could not be penetrated by firearms, opened its enormous mouth, which was covered with ferocious fangs, and released a terrifying stench.

It seems that the vampire spirit seer did indeed play a very important and special role in the entire ritual.

Otherwise, these cubs would not have launched such a frenzied attack in the face of a real Shadow Sequence creature.

Finkelstein believed that with the Star Stone in hand, he could easily do whatever he wanted right under Milo's nose.

However, in reality, even with nearly a hundred black goat calves following behind, Milo could not stop him from slowly "stepping" various parts of his body off his torso.

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"Ahhhh!!!!"

Screams echoed from the hillside below the cemetery.

The vampires originated from the part of the blood of the first generation of gods that was considered impure, that pale blood. This blood, abandoned by the Church, gave the Cainhurst race a power close to "immortality".

Perhaps, in most cases, this power is something other creatures would dream of.

But if a shadow were to crush and grind your limbs piece by piece with his boots, you would surely think that the power of "immortality" is the most terrifying curse in the world.

...

The black goat calves surged towards the area below the cemetery like a tsunami.

However, Milo didn't even glance at them.

Just as their fangs and tentacles were less than ten meters from where Milo was.

Above the cemetery, a pair of enormous black wings swooped down like a storm.

Bang! ! ! !

The wings, trailing long plumes of smoke, traced an elegant arc in the air before crashing head-on into a young black goat charging at the very front of the procession.

Gale-force winds, black fog, and firelight emanating from between eyes.

The terrifying destructive force formed by the mixture of all the chilling substances crushed the black goat cub directly into the ground and dragged it for more than a hundred meters, grinding away half of its body.

This thunderous strike was accompanied by a deafening roar, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

He roared:

"Strawberry chocolate!"

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Uh……

When Rebecca arrived at the edge of the cemetery alone, she witnessed this astonishing scene and heard Yan's extraordinary line.

As a novice psychic who was truly exploring the mystical world under guidance for the first time, Rebecca encountered far too many incomprehensible things today.

What puzzled her the most, and what she still couldn't understand the original creator's thought process many years later, was the phrase "strawberry chocolate."

...

Fortunately, the entire enforcement team stayed in the city, and only Rebecca saw the horrific scene at the cemetery; otherwise, who knows how many would have gone mad.

Rebecca perfectly concealed herself in the shadows of the jungle.

Through the dappled shadows of the trees, she saw Milo standing calmly amidst the horde of monsters, staring intently at the grass beneath his feet, seemingly saying something.

The one who delivered that earth-shattering blow was Yan.

The half of the black goat cub's body that he had run over was now scattered in pieces of flesh all over the places where it had been dragged, and the edges of the wounds still glowed with an undying flame. At this moment, it was being held in the palm of a giant bird claw formed from black smoke.

It was dead beyond dead.

The terrifying wings behind Yan whipped against the cold, howling winds high in the sky, and black mist enveloped his entire figure, almost blending him into the night. His exposed white hair and face seemed to darken as well, but the three-lobed eye between his brows was particularly striking.

From the perspective of mortals, Yan's current form is extremely similar to that of a demon in traditional literature.

Elements such as chaos, coldness, madness, and blasphemy seemed to be enveloped beneath his wings.

At this moment, Yan vaguely possessed a certain... a certain majesty that only the most powerful and superior could have. If he hadn't inexplicably shouted "Strawberry Chocolate," Rebecca might not have even recognized that the face in the black smoke was Yan himself.

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Rebecca knew she would encounter many unexpected and strange things on this trip, but the oddity of the events ultimately exceeded her imagination.

Milo was someone who had gone through life and death with her, and Yan was a regular at the law enforcement office, but she never expected to see such a scene.

Not only were there a hundred or so frenzied and terrifying beasts in the open space, but there were also countless lurking believers and their kin on the hillside. From Rebecca's perspective, the hunter team in another direction also harbored ill intentions.

So at first glance, it appears that Milo and Yan are outnumbered. And the disparity between the "outnumbered" and the "outnumbered" is quite significant.

"Are you crazy?"

Rebecca cursed under her breath.

She didn't understand why Milo could stand so calmly on the grass "rubbing his shoes" in the face of such a situation, and why Yan was still grinning like that.

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...

"Strawberry chocolate?"

Milo looked up at Yan in the distance and posed a soul-searching question.

High in the sky, Night Demon's giant claws tossed down the black goat's carcass, then replied to Milo, "Didn't you say that you have to shout out the names of your moves when you fight?"

"So?" Milo's eyes widened even more: "What does Strawberry Chocolate have to do with the move's name?"

Yan said it was just a mistake: "Sigh, it happened so suddenly, I hadn't thought about it beforehand, all I could think about at that moment was strawberry chocolate."

"Okay, that's pretty good."

Milo shrugged, raised the tip of his nose, and said to the group of black goat cubs behind Yan, "You have 95 more chances to perform. Do your best."

"I'll try my best."

In mid-air, Yan's Night Demon Wings made a shrugging gesture, then asked Milo, "Also, I'd like to ask, what kind of words can be considered the name of a move? If strawberry chocolate doesn't count, does that mean macaroni and cheese doesn't count either?"

"As long as you're happy, that's all that matters, really."

Milo nodded earnestly at Yan.

Then he pushed off with his feet again.

He crushed Finkelstein's wrist.

The shrill screams sounded again.

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After hearing the screams in the distance, Rebecca's attention finally shifted to the patch of grass at Milo's feet.

At first, the ankle-high weeds blocked part of her vision, and the solid ground in mid-air was too conspicuous, so she didn't notice what Milo was standing on.

It wasn't until now that she realized that this guy was stepping on a person.

No, to be precise, this can no longer be considered a complete person.

...

After Rebecca moved to her hiding place, she could clearly observe the entire chaotic battle from a higher vantage point, including the guy under Milo whose arms and legs had been broken.

She suddenly had this feeling.

That is, the only two people she knew in her field of vision now seemed extremely unfamiliar.

In her mind, Yan was a carefree, cowardly, and timid person, possessing all the typical "qualities" of a city guard.

Milo, on the other hand, is a relatively competent enforcer. In Rebecca's eyes, Milo at this time is probably somewhere between the two different stages of life, Theon and Nero. He may sometimes appear irresponsible or too capricious, but that is just a way of hiding himself. Or rather, the truths hidden in his heart cannot be "shared" with anyone.

Rebecca had witnessed Milo's investigative methods and knew his character.

At least that's what she used to think.

But this was the first time she had ever seen him act like a seasoned executioner or interrogator, calmly torturing the prey beneath his feet even when surrounded by countless wild beasts.

Moreover, she was very clear that Milo's eyes and expression indicated one thing: he had no intention of extracting any important information or clues from the person beneath her feet; he was simply enjoying the process of tormenting and afflicting her.

Sometimes, encountering things beyond one's understanding doesn't actually evoke fear, especially for psychics with strong sanity.

What's truly chilling and unsettling is realizing in a fleeting moment that someone you thought you knew very well has suddenly become a stranger...

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(End of this chapter)