Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 478 Interrupted
Sharp screams echoed across the entire field.

Even the cold moon hanging high in the sky seemed disturbed, and thus hid behind the dark clouds once more.

The screams did not only come from the embodiment of the Supreme Mother Goddess's will, but the moment Her sharp scream rang out, the believers and their families scattered across the wilderness seemed to have suffered some great blow, burying their heads in their hands and crying out, as if they could also feel the endless pain of the Lord they served at that moment.

For a time, the air above the wilderness was filled with the wails of ghosts and wolves.

It was like hell on earth.

...

Rebecca and Enid, who were some distance away, did not hear clearly the conversation between Milo and the Blood Mist.

The images they received from their respective fields of vision were slightly different, but the ending was the same.

They both froze when Milo made that bloody and horrific move.

"what?"

"what?"

What is he doing to the older sister?
What did he do to that guy?

...

The more bizarre and unsettling the scene and atmosphere presented to them one second ago, the more terrifying Milo's abnormal behavior became the next second.

After all, in their field of vision, standing in front of Milo was a living, breathing person.

What he did was disembowel people with his bare hands.

This would be an absolute horror story in any civilized era.

……

As for the hunters on the other side...

Even Monquia, who has a certain insight into people's hearts, was caught off guard by Milo's drastically different behavior.

But what truly astonished him was Milo's decisiveness.

Even if the being standing before him wasn't the actual deity, it was still inextricably linked to the will of the deity. Could such a being, who transcended order, be so easily desecrated or persecuted?
But the fact is that Milo not only possessed the ability to persecute Him, but he also did just that.

...

Hearing the piercing screams coming from the open space in the center of the battlefield, Monquia's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and he muttered under his breath, "This guy is a complete madman."

In any religious doctrine, blasphemy will ultimately come at a price, namely, paying the price for one's sins.

Even if you are not an internal member of the religion, you should carefully consider whether it is worth it to incur the hostility of the religious order because of certain behaviors. If such hostility and hatred are deep enough, they may be recorded in religious books. Being recorded in books as a sinner can have far-reaching consequences.

But clearly, someone doesn't care.

Compared to the howling of the kin and the shocked hunters, there was another person on this field who also held a nonchalant attitude.

That was Yan himself, the Night Demon constantly emitting black smoke in mid-air.

...

He was one of the few people who clearly heard the conversation between Milo and the Blood Mist Entity.

Of course, from his perspective, the blood mist was a sticky, human-shaped pasta.

Yan's perspective is always so different from ordinary people. Unlike the psychics, he takes a subversive path. Similarly, his rationality and madness cannot be measured by the ordinary concept of sanity.

The truth is, even if he encounters something unknown that exceeds his sanity threshold, he won't go insane.

Because he himself had already converted to chaos.

To put it more concretely, suppose every normal person has a framework called SAN value and a corresponding critical point to specifically represent their rational state. Then Yan is the character who does not have this framework.

The bizarre hallucinations that appeared in his vision and mind, those images that were enough to destroy the mind of a normal person, were, to Yan, just things that looked "slightly strange but not too strange".

This is closely related to his path of blood feud.

But more than anything, it stems from his nature.

Perhaps it was this peculiar nature that earned him the approval of the unorthodox 38-sided crystal, something that wasn't originally intended for him.

...

Therefore, no matter whether it's pasta or roasted chicken breast standing in front of Milo, Yan will not have any negative physiological or psychological reaction.

As for why what you see is pasta.

Perhaps it was simply because I was hungry.

...

He also listened attentively to the entire conversation between Milo and the lump of pasta.

No one knows whether he understood or not.

Anyway, when Milo was "ruthlessly crushing" the noodles, only Yan subconsciously shouted one sentence:
"Well done!"

Moreover, he seemed completely unsurprised, as if he had long expected Milo to do this and had been anticipating this moment from the very beginning.

The moment Milo "harmed" the embodiment of the Supreme Mother Goddess's descending will, all the black goat cubs behind him also cried out in horror.

But this time, the emotions they displayed were more grief and fear than anger.

It's probably similar to the mindset of a young child witnessing their father abusing their mother. Milo's actions went beyond mere blasphemy; they constituted persecution.

When the cubs discover that their birth mothers have been persecuted, they will naturally feel fear.

But the Mother Goddess's painful wails were like some kind of special berserker potion, which eventually made all the black goat cubs present stare with blood-red eyes and surge toward Milo's location in the most frenzied form.

And as expected.

This time, what stopped them was once again the Night Demon Wings hanging in the air.

The billowing black smoke and the fiery gazes once again stirred up a terrifying gale across the plains.

...

……

And the one who started it all.

The man, whose expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, stood calmly in place, holding the semi-illusory mass in his hand.

The "person" before him still maintained the appearance of Grasso, except that a terrible hole had been torn open in his abdomen.

He stared in horror at Milo before him.

The tearing pain blurred His form and face, and beneath His skin seemed to be many finger-thick worms wriggling and throbbing, as if He were about to degenerate into His original heretical creature form.

But for reasons unknown, He ultimately managed to maintain Grasso's appearance.

However, at this moment, a gloomy cloud had settled over His brow, something that seemed like a curse, or perhaps a harbinger of an ending that was infinitely close to death.

He stared blankly at Milo for a long time, until finally, a bittersweet smile of relief appeared on his face.

Then he said:
"You really... you've never fallen for my tricks, yet you've never seen through the cruel twists of fate, not even once..."

...

The words of the Mother Goddess's will were tinged with an incomparably heavy, bleak, and desolate tone.

It gives the impression that what He said earlier was not entirely a fabricated story to bewitch Milo.

But Milo never thinks that far ahead; he only cares about the present and is absolutely determined by his own inner desires.

No matter what the incarnation of the Mother Goddess says, Milo can only get one thing in return—"I don't know you well."

...

He took a quick look at the "matter" he was holding in his hand.

It has a strip-shaped outline, surrounded by a faint white glow, and inside is a texture composed of some floating flocculent matter, somewhat resembling the structure of some kind of organism's internal organs.

But it is entirely illusory.

This is not a real, existing substance; it's just that Milo happens to have the ability to grasp it.

To Milo's slight surprise, he recognized the thing.

The concept of this kind of thing—primitive human nature—was recorded in an elective course I once read.

It refers to a primordial will that exists before the embryo is conceived and is detached from physical life; it is usually born only from the intercourse between superior beings.

...

This is probably what the embodiment of the Mother Goddess's will said earlier—"This new soul will not be tainted by any karma or memories of its past life. It is our complete and pure child, and its bloodline will make it loyal to and serve you and me for life..."

It is indeed a newborn, nascent humanity.

Compared to a normal newborn, it is only missing a complete body shell.

……

And what about the shell that should have been its body?

Milo turned to look at the huge cocoon of flesh at the edge of the battlefield.

The white flames had already gone out when Milo forcibly dragged the newborn's initial humanity out of the mother's womb.

The fleshy cocoon contains the newborn's body.

According to the embodiment of the Mother Goddess's will, the birth of this perfect newborn requires a body within a cocoon, the initial humanity She nurtured, and the missing bit of soul ashes.

The purpose of primal humanity is to cleanse the dross mixed in with the ashes of the soul, allowing it to become a completely new soul.

But now, this process has been completely disrupted by Milo.

The white flame went out.

The rebirth of the fleshy cocoon can never wait for the arrival of primal humanity.

...

"The most inexplicable thing that has ever happened to me in my life is that the first time we met, you wanted to have my son. It's really..."

Milo muttered to himself.

With a casual movement, he utterly crushed the so-called original humanity in his hand.

(End of this chapter)