Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 476 Speaking Human Language

"What is he doing to that lewd older sister?!"—That was Enid's reaction.

“Huh? He likes men?!” — This was Rebecca’s reaction (more intense than the former).

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Everyone present had their own understanding and perspective on the scene at the center of the battlefield, presented from different angles and with varying degrees of rationality, and their reactions were naturally different as well.

In reality, the alluring women Enid saw and the medieval beauties Rebecca saw were only relatively normal perspectives among the many distorted viewpoints. Their reactions were also relatively normal.

Some of the members of the clan, after witnessing Milo's blasphemous act against the Mother Goddess in their minds, vomited blood and went mad on the spot, even gouging out their own eyes and howling meaningless proverbs.

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However, among the many perspectives with varying degrees of rationality, the most subdued reaction was one where emotions were merely mixed with a little confusion and doubt, along with a touch of shallow contemplation…

It is strict.

He flapped his Night Demon wings, his eyes and the three-lobed eye on his forehead both fixed on Milo in the center of the battlefield.

He muttered something in bewilderment:

"Hmm—what's he doing holding that lump of spaghetti?"

...

……

Milo could never imagine how twisted and disgusting the things he was doing were from other people's perspectives.

There will be as many different versions of the story as there are onlookers.

In other words, Milo slew every species in the world, both existing and non-existent, in just a few minutes.

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The vampire seer Finkelstein sacrificed a part of Grasso's body to Sabu Nicholas.

This allowed the will of the Supreme Mother Goddess to conjure up the image closest to Grasso in front of Milo's shadowy visions. This refers not merely to the outward appearance, but more so to certain substances rooted deep within the soul.

Of course, for Milo himself, it was just a re-experience of that familiar feeling.

Actually, nothing was done.

No matter how similar this wisp of will was to Grasso, he could not do anything to a life form composed of blood mist.

As for the Supreme Mother Goddess, what she asks for, or rather, what she bestows, is merely the fusion of consciousness and soul.

Perhaps in some dark cults on the continent of Mu or in the far north, to be favored by the Mother Goddess, to have intercourse with a part of her consciousness and soul, or to have an X-interaction with any remnant she left behind, would be an unparalleled honor and blessing.

As for what the outcome will be, no one knows.

After all, one of the most widely accepted interpretations in many ancient texts is that the Mother Goddess gave birth to all things in the world, and her offspring even include almost all the Great Old Ones.

Imagine what would happen if a being like Glagki realized that its "origin" had been desecrated by an ignorant, weak, and despicable soul?
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Of course, as Imnar said, beings of the Shadow Sequence and above have long since discarded the inferior elements of lower races—emotions and humanity. Naturally, for beings like Shabnigs who have reached the level of gods, the union they "bestow" does not require physical contact and collision like that of lower-level beings; it can be accomplished solely at the level of consciousness.

But Milo still didn't understand.

What is the point of doing this?

"We have both lost an important believer, an important source of faith. The most appropriate remedy is to create a complete and entirely new life, one that comes from me and from you. This life is not only our believer, but also our shared offspring, our bloodline and soul. Every part of this life is inseparable from us, and this is something that no other believer's service can compare to..."

The blood mist that had transformed into "Grasso" spoke in Grasso's voice and tone, with pauses and gentle cadence, accompanied by slight panting, saying these words.

However, Milo remained completely unmoved throughout.

Despite being a shadow, he still habitually extended two fingers to press on his neck to check his pulse. In fact, this action now serves more of a conscious than a physiological purpose.

Milo shook his head slightly:

"Ha, if that's really the case, what's the difference between a god and a whore?" "What did you say?"

Grasso's voice suddenly turned cold.

That abrupt change was just like the cold stare you get when you pull up your pants in a pleasure house and ask for credit; the gentle warmth that filled the room just two minutes ago seemed to evaporate in an instant.

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Faced with the questioning of the divine will, Milo felt no pressure whatsoever; on the contrary, his thoughts became even clearer.
"Tell me, who exactly is that old man who guards the tomb? What did he sacrifice to make you go through all this trouble to seek a second life for him?"

"If I agree to his birth, then what will eventually break free from that cocoon will still be the old man's soul, right? He is not a newborn at all, but a re-enactment of an existing life. This whole scheme is to bring him back to life because his original body is old enough, is that right?"

"So I'm very curious, just how heavy a sacrifice must be offered to win such favor from the Supreme Mother Goddess?"

"Or rather, what important role does the old man's inner self play?"

"You know, for a lowly creature like me, when we're passionately in bed, we can go to great lengths to please each other verbally. Why don't you try to accommodate me a little and help me clear up my confusion?"

"Or were all those actions you just did just an act?"

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Insult, desecrate, or profane.

Milo's behavior at this moment can be described using the above series of words.

He saw through the true intentions behind tonight's inexplicable scheme within a scheme.

But Milo didn't actually know the cause and effect that truly drove all of this together. He didn't know what kind of connection the vampire spirit seer had with Sabu Nicholas, nor did he know the true background of that seemingly ordinary old tomb keeper.

But there's one thing Milo remembers very clearly.

That is Daisy, who is the vessel of the thinking eye, and previously described the current situation as a gloom that only Milo could handle.

Regardless of how many different ways this sentence can be interpreted.

The Eye of Thinking must have seen something, thus clarifying one point: the focus of this game must ultimately be on Milo, not on anyone else, not on the old man guarding the tomb, not on the vampire spirit seer, not on the familiars and believers. These are all just conditions. What Sabu Nicholas truly came for was Milo himself.

In reality, Milo and this mother goddess had never had any interaction whatsoever.

At least not in his known short life.

So he didn't understand why Sabu Nicholas had approached him.

Comparing someone to a prostitute is simply an unfriendly way of speaking.

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Whether it was Milo's attitude or his words that had an effect, "Grasso," who had seemed somewhat angry at his disrespect a moment ago, inexplicably calmed down. A strange emotion rekindled in his scarlet eyes, and even his tone became peaceful.

"You're always the same...you haven't changed at all..."

The implication in his words was as if He had "knew" Milo long ago.

But this was very strange to Milo, because he had always believed that gods did not possess any emotions. Even if He was not entirely the ego of Sabu Nicholas, but rather a "fallen" hybrid like Sothos's projection on the night of the hunt, thus possessing humanity, Milo and the Mother Goddess had never actually interacted. All of this seemed so abrupt and incongruous.

"Uh--"

Milo waved his hand:
"You may have misunderstood. The words we humans use to please our partners when we are making love are not like this."

However, Grasso continued to gaze at Milo's face.

His expression became very strange, at least in Milo's eyes, because it contained a lot of unfathomable complex emotions, even more responsible and profound than when the real Grasso was alive.

"Fate will not separate us. You and I will always be intertwined by various coincidences and opportunities... I can no longer remember our first meeting... but you have countless first meetings with me..."

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Milo raised his index finger in a solemn "warning":
"speak English."

(End of this chapter)