Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 475 Shadows and Outer Gods

Milo's understanding of divine punishment is that of reckoning and retribution, imposing the sins committed by the target life form on its own body in a more severe and cruel way, just as he did to Finkelstein, making him leave this world in the most painful way.

But the attitude of the life form that emerged from the blood mist was somewhat unfathomable to Milo.

Unlike the projection of Sothos's will, which immediately displayed overwhelming oppression and malice upon its appearance, and seemingly without any humane attitude, even though the battlefield on Yan's side paused when it appeared, Milo believed that this tranquil and peaceful atmosphere was merely an illusion created by the other side.

In short, because of the other party's ambiguous attitude, Milo was unable to discern how much of the Outer God's power the life form before him possessed, whether it was a wisp of will, a projection, or a more complete incarnation. These questions remain unanswered.

……

Milo turned his head and glanced at the flesh cocoon next to him, which was engulfed in white flames and crackling as it burned. He could smell the pungent burning odor from a great distance, and he could also hear life struggling inside the flesh cocoon.

But he didn't take Finkelstein's nonsense seriously at all...

Then, Milo turned around and looked at the blood mist figure facing him. Seeing that the other party had not conveyed any clear information for a long time, he simply spoke first.

He speaks a language from the ancient continent of Mu.

This is a clue from the fragments of Glagi's memory. Shab Nicholas may not have shown much trace in this era, after all, this world is "protected" by the covenant of the Dream Gods. However, on the distant continent of Mu, which has passed away, He once had a large number of believers and cults, so Milo chose to use the common language of the Mu continent.

He clearly and explicitly expressed his question:

"Should we follow procedure and clear out the smaller enemies first, or should we just come straight ahead?"

...

This is probably the most defiant and rebellious statement ever made by human will against the will of the superior deities.

Although, strictly speaking, Milo's body and soul no longer belong to the lower-level human category, he has never severed the things that made him human and that he was born with. More importantly, despite being a Shadow, his stance has always been on the side of humanity.

However, his thinking didn't change much.

Since you're going to be mysterious, then I'll play the role of the one who expresses hostility.

……

In fact, communication between superiors does not require words or actions at all.

In fact, from the moment the other party emerged from the blood mist, Milo had already received the intention that He wanted to express.

Milo neither believed nor acknowledged the peace conveyed by the other party's will.

the reason is simple.

This is not a "liquidation" within his cognitive concept.

You have to understand that he just crushed a devout believer who had served Sabu Nicholas for hundreds of years into more than a dozen pieces of his limbs. In his view, the will that Sabu Nicholas sent down should be extremely aggressive.

The reason he dared to stay and fight to the end despite knowing this was partly due to the covenant with the gods.

His Shadow Sequence can at most be considered one of the stronger ones among the Old Ones; it still falls short of being a true god.

But Milo knew that the gods could not, and dared not, easily descend into this world in their true forms.

The attitude of the Golden Tree itself in the Dream Realm has already proven this point; it didn't even have time to punish Milo, even though Milo was the one who killed its blade of law.

Furthermore, there must be some inexplicable and inexplicable mutual restraint between the Old Gods and the Outer Gods.

Even Yog Sothoth had to plan for centuries to seek the birth of his own incarnation.

All clues suggest that there seems to be some tacit understanding between the two divine factions: the highest life sequence allowed to move freely in this conscious world is the level of the Great Old Ones, and the bottom line of the gods must never be crossed.

...

The gist is that this world is a giant cage, and Milo is the biggest beast in this cage. Other, more powerful creatures cannot enter. They might be able to stick in and knock some thrashing at the beasts, but if someone outside the cage were to actually crawl inside, the cage would break.

……

This is actually the real reason why Milo was able to calmly wait for the will of Sabu Nicholas to descend.

Furthermore, it's not hard to imagine how audacious Imnar must be, plotting to overthrow everything while being caged.

...

Right now, Milo is waiting for the reckoning of this supreme mother goddess.

However, the will he received seemed to be different from what he had expected.

Or rather, in this Outer God's way of thinking, reckoning is not simply about taking revenge through bloodshed, but has another meaning.

Just like His subsequent response to Milo:

"You possess the most unique soul, yet your mind willingly succumbs to the control of a savage desire for slaughter?"

…When this life form made of blood mist spoke, it used the human language of the civilization in which Milo currently resides.

This is just a statement used purely to express an opinion, without any emotion or tone.

Milo has faced many different gods, both directly and indirectly, including the Old Gods and Outer Gods. These supreme beings are always so unapproachable. As a subordinate, just trying to look them in the eye requires all one's strength, involves taking risks, and may even cost one's life.

However, what Milo sensed from Sabu Nicholas's will was extreme calm, or perhaps indifference.

Milo, with his hands in his trench coat pockets, frowned slightly.

"Aren't you here to settle scores with me? Or is it that I haven't been ruthless enough in dealing with this vampire?"

As he spoke, he stomped the viscous mixture of brain matter and blood plasma on the ground with the heel of his boot.

The blood mist wriggled its ever-changing body, its bizarre goat hooves protruding from its lower half, and slowly strode forward. It explained to Milo in its still indifferent tone:
"This is an equal exchange. You have lost your part of the source of faith, and my believer has paid the corresponding price. The moment its life ends, this sin will be settled."

"So you came down to Nanwei City for sightseeing?" Milo squinted.

He noticed that the Night Demon's wings, hanging in mid-air in the distance, were already getting restless.

Yan Zheng kept winking at Milo, roughly meaning: Dude, we can take him down from this angle.

...

"I hope you can urge your friend to control the power of the Night Demon, rather than become a part of it." The Blood Mist didn't even glance back at Yan, but it was clear that none of Yan's small movements escaped its notice.

“It seems you have quite a few things on your mind.” Milo smiled faintly, then asked, “My suggestion is to state your purpose directly, or, taking action directly is also a good option. I’ve already offended enough Outer Gods, one more won’t make a difference.”

"Haven't you guessed why I'm here yet?"

The surface of the blood mist suddenly began to boil.

The crimson blood mist scattered in the air rolled and reorganized, eventually transforming into the image of a tall, long-haired human woman. Every inch of her skin shone with a viscous sheen, like blood plasma. The exquisite, familiar face that finally appeared was none other than that of the deceased Grasso himself.

Milo remained expressionless, but his tone began to turn hostile: "I'll take that as you trying to provoke me."

However, Grasso, formed from the blood mist, did not explain this, but instead brought up another matter.

And this time, the voice He spoke was exactly the same as Grasso's:
“This girl’s soul and body originally belonged entirely to you, but Finkelstein sacrificed a part of her to me, and therefore, she has now become a part of me as well.”

Milo's smile took on a sinister glint: "Don't describe murder and dismemberment in such a subtle way."

"Don't you understand why I'm here?"

Grasso pointed to the cocoon of flesh engulfed in white flames in the distance, gazing at Milo with tender affection, her voice finally carrying a deep emotion:

"That is our child, the life you and the Mother Goddess conceived together. Why would you prevent its birth? Do you know how many gods have dreamed of and wished to receive this blessing?"

……

Grasso, drawing the wind, carried the ashes left by the old cemetery keeper after his self-immolation to the distant graves, which landed in His hand. Then, He gently took Milo's hand, placed the ashes in Milo's palm, and whispered in his ear:

“Go, this last missing wisp of soul ash should be added by the child’s father himself.”

The cracks on Milo's arm glowed with a fiery red light.

The moment the red light appeared, Grasso's frail body softly pressed against Milo's chest. His voice began to tremble slightly as he buried his head in Milo's shoulder, uttering unconscious murmurs and moans.

Milo looked at the ash on his palm.

He looked complicated.

But by now, he probably understood what was going on with all these strange things happening right now.

He could feel an invisible hand teasing his soul and will, and the other party was currently nestled in his arms in the form of Grasso. Although there were no obvious or outrageous actions, in the realm of consciousness that only superior beings could touch, he, as the Shadow, was indeed in an atmosphere of union with the will of the Outer God.

As Grasso said, "The last bit of soul ash that is missing should be added by the father himself."

The implication is quite clear.

...

……

Of course, only Milo, at the Shadow level, can see this form that evolved into Grasso.

To the naked eye of other life forms in the vicinity, the blood mist was still an illusion as they perceived it.

So at this moment, Enid, Rebecca, and Yan...

The expressions on their faces... well, they were quite something.

(End of this chapter)