Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 471 The Fooled Undead

"You should understand the true meaning of death better than I do."

Monquia was not intimidated by the shadow's gaze; his response was remarkably calm and composed:
Milo watched Monquia from afar, then suddenly grinned and said jokingly:

"In the wondrous eternity, even death will die."

At this moment, the Night Demon Wings in the sky repeatedly swooped down to the ground and then leaped high again.

Yan's voice came:

"Hey! Stop having fun and do something. These goats seem a bit harder to kill now that they've come back to life."

Milo turned his head and glanced at the empty area that looked like it had been plowed once. The thunderous force that Yan had previously unleashed had once drastically reduced the number of black goat calves.

But at this moment, in Milo's vision, the power belonging to Sabu Nicholas that had condensed in that area was getting stronger and stronger, and the number of black goat cubs was even increasing instead of decreasing. Don't forget what they did when they first gathered here.

Upon closer examination of the composition, it's easy to see that the will to give birth, reproduction, and rebirth is inextricably linked to many existing phenomena. Sabu Nicholas's will, simply put, is the opposite of death and annihilation. Daisy has already revealed the truth: someone intends to instigate war. War naturally leads to disaster and countless deaths, and Sabu Nicholas's will is clearly well-suited to plundering faith in such a chaotic era.

The complexity of this situation is so great that even the Eye of Thinking cannot fully comprehend it; even Milo must examine it carefully.

……

Milo ignored Yan's shouting and yelling.

No matter how troublesome the black goat cubs are, they are ultimately just a servant race, and their level is even lower than that of the insect at the bottom of the Unseen Lands Worship Pit. Yan's Night Demon power comes from an Outer God, and this kind of class difference cannot be made up for simply by numbers. No matter how much he messes around, there will be no problem.

...

Milo turned his gaze back to Finkelstein, who was barely clinging to life at his feet.

He stared coldly at the vampire spirit seer, whose limbs consisted of only half an upper arm, and asked in a slightly puzzled tone:

"I really don't understand why you keep yelling like that. With your vision and intelligence, can't you figure out what your real role is in this situation?"

A look of astonishment appeared on Finkelstein's pale face.

His fanged mouth opened and closed several times, but he couldn't utter a word.

Milo calmly placed his heel on Finkelstein's upper arm and said calmly:
“Think about it, the Visionaries, vampires, kin, believers, including those black goat cubs, and even if you include the hunters, one by one, do you really have the right to challenge me? The previous Shadow Order gave me far more respect than you do.”

"So that's not the case at all, you know? No matter what promises the mastermind behind this scheme made to you, they're just lies to fool children. The only way to make our confrontation equal is to sacrifice you and see how the gods you serve react. Now you should understand what I mean, right?"

...

Finkelstein stared blankly at Milo's face, which was filled with disdain.

At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, and his entire being, even his soul, had lost all hope of struggling.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Because he knew that Milo was telling the truth.

Superior servant races, vampires, familiars, and believers may be terrifying to ordinary humans, but what makes them capable of contending with a being of the Shadow Sequence?

The planners gave Finkelstein two kinds of confidence.

First, there's the starstone that allows living beings to enter a state where they cannot be chosen; second, there's his identity as a multiple believer.

But as it turns out, the Star Stone was a joke for Milo.

Why can the identity of a believer serve as a protective shield? Because the schemers were fully aware of the superiors' subjective intention to hold their followers accountable for their deaths, and Milo was also well aware of this.

Therefore, Finkelstein naively believed that Milo would never dare to kill him so easily.

Because that would invite retribution from the gods he had served for most of his life.

...

Komilo's few words made him realize the truth.

The cause-and-effect relationship here is not calculated in this way at all.

This visionary with multiple followers is the only obstacle to Milo in this scheme, and there is only one possible fate for him: to die at Milo's hands. To ensure this happens, they also have Milo's followers kill Grasso at the hands of Finkelstein, thus giving Milo a reason he cannot refuse.

……

The planner's scheme was meticulously planned from beginning to end; while not foolproof, it was at least intricately linked.

He not only took advantage of Finkelstein's folly, but also factored in Milo's temperament, because he knew that even if Milo saw through the plot, he would still not spare Finkelstein's life, not entirely for the sake of settling scores, but out of that unbroken, uniquely human emotion.

...

Finkelstein, realizing this, turned ashen-faced.

He stared blankly at the chaotic sky, seemingly having completely given up the will to live, or perhaps, from the moment he decided to become a follower of several gods, he had already sold his life at a fair price.

The only thing he couldn't understand was that this decision was made hundreds of years ago, a timeframe he himself had almost lost track of. How could he have known that his centuries of service would result in a "more meaningful death"? Could it be that the real scheme had already begun back then?
He murmured and asked:

"Then what are you waiting for? The Shadow of the Rising Star..."

What chilled Finkelstein was that Milo's slow torture of him was likely not entirely for the sake of seeking "pleasure," but rather because he didn't want to face the reckoning from the superiors he served so soon.

In short, under all the scheming and maneuvering, he, a vampire spirit seer who had lived for hundreds of years, was nothing more than a tool to be manipulated at will, how pathetic.

...

"What? You're giving up just because I said it casually? That's no fun." Milo frowned.

Finkelstein, however, remained staring blankly at the sky, reciting in a hoarse voice a proverb that Milo was very familiar with:

Even in the long night, I can still see the moonlight…

“That can’t be right, this is a hunter’s proverb.” Milo was initially puzzled.

"..."

However, Finkelstein stopped responding.

It even stopped making any more screams.

...

Milo shook his head in disappointment.

"That's so boring."

Click.

After saying that, he stomped on Finkelstein's skull and crushed it.

The bursting blood and some indescribable substances sprayed all over the ground.

While those in power may experience a certain pleasure from purges, Milo is essentially still operating on a human thought process. Ultimately, the pleasure comes down to interaction, doesn't it? What's the point of having no reaction at all, like torturing a dead pig?

And so, this next-generation vampire spirit seer was brought to an end.

Milo counted and found that the guy had divided it into about ten pieces, excluding the soupy and watery parts.

...

After crushing Finkelstein to death, Milo looked around but found nothing amiss.

As mentioned before, the Familia and the Believers, these guys known as the Apostles of Calamity or the Dark Dwellers, pose no real threat to Milo. In the end, they are just stepping stones at the very bottom of this scheme. As for the hunters with different stances, they know Milo's power better than anyone else, and all the hunters present acted with extreme restraint.

……

"Logically speaking, shouldn't something strange have appeared at this point in time?"

Milo stood stiffly beside Finkelstein's body, silently awaiting the so-called "retribution" that could come at any moment.

(End of this chapter)