Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 477 My Liquidation
It seems that Milo's attitude, his disrespectful and blasphemous behavior and words, and his unorthodox and eccentric way of thinking were all within Sabu Nicholas's expectations.

Even the phrase "speak like a human being" is no exception.

He seemed to know everything about Milo, yet was also full of interest and curiosity about everything about him.

...

At this point, Milo was basically certain that the consciousness before him was fundamentally different from the true will of the Supreme Mother Goddess. It could not even be considered a wisp of her will, but rather a "degenerate" product that had undergone extremely severe differentiation, possessing many of the "dregs" of humanity.

Normally, people who confront the gods will go insane.

However, from Milo's perspective, the one who was spouting nonsense from beginning to end was the embodiment of Shabu Nicholas's will, who wasn't even a true embodiment of will.

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"You still don't want our child to be born? I can't bear his cries anymore; it's the cruelest torture for me..."

Grasso looked up, gazing at Milo with hopeful eyes.

But Milo shook his head:

"Don't talk nonsense, he's not my child."

He gently stroked Grasso's face with the back of his hand, his touch tender, but his tone icy: "Tell me the truth, or watch him be burned alive. You can't stop me, you know that."

Grasso showed no surprise whatsoever.

It seemed as if Milo had heard these cold words countless times before.

He looked at the enormous cocoon of flesh, charred black by the white flames, a deep sorrow flashing in his eyes, then turned to Milo and said:

“I’ve said it before, I can’t remember our first meeting, but every time we meet again, someone has to weave all these opportunities together… The one who is about to be born is indeed our offspring, at least in name. But you’re right, he is also a soul seeking rebirth. His original body is already broken and decaying, and only in the shadow of the Black Forest can he seek the blessing of new life. Perhaps his name is not unfamiliar to you—Tutis Klaue.”

Tutis Crow?
A look of surprise flashed across Milo's face.

Then he quickly turned to look at the hunter Monquia, who had been waiting on the hillside for a long time. He had clearly stated that he did not know the raven's real name, but said that the purpose of his trip was to kill the old man who guarded the tomb.

What immediately came to Milo's mind were Daisy's words before he left the church—"Raven's real name is Tutis Crow."

Now the will of the Supreme Mother Goddess indicates that the old man guarding the tomb who burned himself in search of rebirth is Tutis Klaue.

……

So who is lying?

Or is it that no one lied and they were all telling the truth?
In fact, Milo is more inclined to believe that Raven is Tutis Claude, for a simple reason: of all the people mentioned above, Daisy is undoubtedly the one he trusts the most, and she is also the vessel of the Eye of Thinking. Her judgment is the most convincing.

In addition, the man Milo saw in the abyss who called himself Tutis Claude had the face of a raven.

The old tomb keeper who self-immolated and lost his tongue had absolutely no connection to Tutis Klaus...

...

Wait, is there really absolutely no connection?

Milo suddenly felt a missed clue flash through his mind.

That was a file Enid had recently unearthed from the dusty archives of the city—the file of a registered man named "Tutis Crow," but that man had been executed years ago for breaking the law, or at least that's what the documents said.

Regarding the old man who guards the tomb, there is a saying in Nanwei City that his life as a tomb guardian is actually a form of atonement.

Now it seems there are clues pointing to him as Tutis Claude. If that criminal who broke the law back then had not been executed, he would most likely be the old man who has been living in the cemetery ever since.

But if that's the truth, why does the raven in the abyss call itself Tutis Claude? Could Daisy, as the Eye of Thinking, have made a mistake?
……

How many ravens are there?
How many Tutis Crow?
"So even those who have reached the Shadow Sequence can have their minds disturbed by you Outer Gods. You're really something, you've got me completely confused with just one sentence."

Milo shook his head.

Who is the real Tutis Klaue? This question is unlikely to be answered for the time being. Ever since the name was first heard in the Abyss, the doubt has never been truly resolved.

However, Milo is not one to get stuck on details. He is good at accepting the existing, temporary information.

Milo gently stroked the face that belonged to Grasso, a face he had lost forever, and asked softly:

"So why? Why is Tutis Claude qualified to be our offspring? He's old enough to be my grandfather."

"Because he helped me find you among the myriad worlds of the starry sky."

Grasso's eyes shone with love:

"So this is the reward he deserves. The favor of bloodlines above the Shadow Sequence and the soul of a god—there is no more fitting gift than this, is there?"

He took Milo's hand and placed it on his lower abdomen, whispering:
"Can you feel it? Our consciousnesses are merging, and a new soul is about to be born. He could be our child. If you don't like the name Tutis Klaue, then change it. It's just a name."

Milo felt the warmth emanating from the other's lower abdomen, a warmth only a newborn soul possesses, and said thoughtfully, "Tutis Claude, he helped you find my existence, so this is a blessing in return for him, such is the cause and effect?"

“Yes.” He nodded. “With your power merging with mine, we can grant him new life and cleanse the sins deep within his soul. This new soul will not be tainted by any karma or memories of his past life. It will be our complete and pure child, and his bloodline will ensure that he serves only you and me… Please believe me, Tutis Klaus’s destiny has an unpredictable and unique nature. This holds immense importance for our divinity and future. This is our destiny.”

“You still won’t speak like a human being. Oh well, I roughly understand what you mean.” Milo sighed, his hand still gently stroking “Grasso’s” lower abdomen, and whispered to her, “So this is all interconnected, isn’t it? Grasso’s death is used to exchange for my reckoning, which is the death of your follower, thereby summoning your arrival. In the end, her flesh and blood, along with your and my souls, must grant this Tutis Klaue a new life, is that what you mean?”

"That's right."

A gentle look of relief appeared in Grasso's eyes. He was glad that Milo was finally listening to him, and judging from his reaction, he seemed to be gradually accepting everything.

He saw hope, and it was as if he could see those beautiful visions coming true one by one in the lower reaches of the river of time to come...

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“So Grasso was destined to die from the very beginning, right? You know that, Tutis Claude knows that, Finkelstein knows that, and now I know that too.”

Milo continued to gently stroke the other's lower abdomen, but the words he uttered gradually became strange:
"Only Grasso himself didn't know."

He seemed to sense something strange in Milo's words, and quickly explained, "Haven't we already discussed this? Her death paid for Finkelstein's death; you've completed your reckoning..."

"No, no, no, that's not how liquidation is understood."

Milo raised an eyebrow and explained casually:

"It's not like we're even just because you lost money and I lost money, you understand? In my view, if someone loses, someone else must win. That's the logic I follow. And I will absolutely not be the one who loses, so..."

A look of surprise appeared on Grasso's face.

He naturally understood what Milo meant by those words, but for a moment he was reluctant to accept it...

But Milo won't give Him time to digest it.

Instead, he simply stated:
“It is too much of a disgrace for you, such a supreme Mother Goddess, to bear a son for me, a lowly Shadow of the Old Ones. My gratitude is beyond words, and there is nothing else but gratitude... Unfortunately, I am not yet of age to raise the next generation, so I do not want this child for the time being.”

Milo's expression went from calm at the beginning to indifference in the second half of his speech, and finally became ferocious.

He spoke each word clearly:

"He killed my man, and I'm supposed to grant him a new life? Aren't you just making a fool of me?"

……

The words fell to the ground.

The hand he placed on Grasso's lower abdomen revealed hideous cracks...

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Click!

Uh-huh! ! ! ! !
The scene that unfolded in front of everyone the next second was incredibly bloody and terrifying.

Milo reached into the body of the dark, supreme mother goddess with his bare hands, dragging out the newborn who had been forced into birth, covered in countless drops of hot blood...

(End of this chapter)