Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 479 Newborn

But perhaps, as the Mother Goddess's will suggests—

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

Milo crushed that prematurely born initial humanity.

This seemingly reckless and impulsive behavior certainly surprised many people, but for a very few, it was entirely expected.

...

The fleshy cocoon that was almost burned to ashes by the white flames.

After the white flames died down, the roaring and struggling inside it also stopped. The charred and blackened cocoon remained still in place, emitting black smoke.

After an unknown period of time, its charred outer shell suddenly cracked open.

The charred skin was scattered all over the ground.

...

This commotion caught Milo's attention.

He frowned and looked in the direction of the fleshy cocoon.

Logically speaking, since the process of nurturing the superior has been completely terminated, and even the initial humanity of the newborn has been crushed into pieces by Milo and annihilated in the cold wind, shouldn't the newborn's body nurtured in the cocoon have turned into a stillborn fetus?

Just like the stillborn fetus that failed to become a projection vessel for Yog Sothoth after the night of the hunt, it could only be removed from Kai's womb by a doctor. And that bloody scene in the middle of the night became a nightmare for the young psychic Marty.

Therefore, based on Milo's common sense, the fetus inside the cocoon, which was equivalent to an externally cultivated fetus to the Mother Goddess, could not possibly have survived.

But inside the crack in the cocoon's outer shell, he could hear a faint heartbeat.

And the frequency and strength of that heartbeat continued to increase.

The fetus inside the fleshy cocoon is still alive!

...

"This is unreasonable."

Milo flipped his hand over.

The crowbar, which was still nailed to the ground in the distance, stood up again, its tip still piercing through the severed hand that belonged to Finkelstein.

Without primordial humanity, and without the ash of a soul, a mere fleshy embryo cannot become an independent living being.

Think back to a few years ago, to the strange creature born from the raven and the worshippers in the town of Ikham, that hybrid creature with eyes growing out of its scalp, that rejected candidate who was not qualified to be a Yog-Sothoth projection medium.

Milo was the only person who could see the physical manifestation of the Mother Goddess, Sabu Nicholas, and he knew very well that if he were to have a child with her, the offspring would definitely not be any better than a mixed-breed…

……

Milo listened intently to the eerie heartbeat within the fleshy cocoon.

Without the blessing of primordial humanity and the ashes of the soul, the fetus generated within the flesh cocoon can only be a strange creature purely dependent on tonight's special ritual, and strictly speaking, cannot be considered a normal life form.

Before Milo, the embodiment of the Mother Goddess's will began to crumble, and the crimson mist that made up His body gradually dried up and dripped from His body.

He gradually found it difficult to maintain his full physical form.

The blood energy that drifted from the battlefield between the Night Demons and the Black Goat Cubs could no longer be integrated into His body.

Upon witnessing this scene, the believers, their families, and the young black goats became even more frenzied, howling shrilly as they desperately tried to break through the formidable defenses and rush towards Milo.

Some of the clans and black goat cubs even tore open their own chests and internal organs with their tentacles after seeing the disintegration of the Mother Goddess's incarnation, allowing their blood to gush out in an attempt to use it as nourishment for the Mother Goddess's incarnation and "keep" her there.

But it was completely useless...

...

Or rather, He has already decided to leave.

Milo's blasphemous act enraged all the beings present who were connected with the Mother Goddess, but the Mother Goddess herself showed no anger whatsoever, only regret and disheartened feelings.

There seems to be a sense of desolation, as if one has traveled thousands of miles only to find nothing in the end.

But the more He displayed these human traits, the more firmly Milo solidified his inner judgment—

"You are not Nicholas."

He faced the direction of the fleshy cocoon, only his pupils slightly turned towards the remains of the Mother Goddess's incarnation, and spoke coldly.

“I never claimed to be that Dark Mother Goddess. All the titles associated with her… are nothing but an inescapable curse to me…”

His body continuously turned into foul blood that spilled onto the ground.

In less than a few breaths, His body shrunk by half, and a pool of thick blood appeared on the ground. He began to lose his balance and collapsed to the ground like a rapidly melting ice sculpture.

But Milo didn't look at him again.

This was the least oppressive, yet most complex, person he had ever met in a position of authority.

The complexity lies in the fact that Milo still doesn't understand what kind of existence He is. Even if He is like the projection of Sothos that appeared on the night of the hunt, whose soul "degenerates" and merges with humanity due to prolonged immersion in the human world, thus becoming another "lower" existence, surely He wouldn't have lost even the most basic self-awareness as a deity.

Under normal circumstances, these things originate from the will of the Outer God. They can forget everything except their own arrogance and domineering attitude as gods.

They didn't even need to be ranked among the Outer Gods; the Great Old Ones already possessed this level of sophistication.

But the blood mist before him claimed that those names were a curse upon him.

How "degenerate" must this being have to be to utter such words...?

……

"You're always so... self-righteous... thinking you have everything under control... but you don't understand at all..."

"No one can escape the arrangements of fate...you are no exception...one day you will forget what you once said and willingly shoulder the responsibility of being the watcher of the abyss..."

As the Mother Goddess lay dying, she continued to ramble on to Milo, speaking in words he couldn't understand at all.

...

Milo's reaction was very indifferent, even cold.

However, there was a hint of earnestness mixed in with the indifference:

"According to convention, you should say something tough at this point, understand? Like Sothos and Imnar, say something tough, like, I curse you to have mouth ulcers for the next three months or something. That's the proper way for a villain to exit the stage."

...

In the end, the body of the Supreme Mother Goddess completely disintegrated into a pool of blood.

This caused all the believers and their families present, as well as the young black goats, to wail in agony.

Nearly 80% of the black goat calves spontaneously combusted on the spot, breaking into countless pieces of flesh scattered across the grassland.

In addition, the Night Demon's wings were like meat grinder blades as it galloped across the fields from beginning to end, and the entire suburban field, including the cemetery area, was shrouded in a thick aura of blood.

However, these things are no longer worth Milo's attention.

He brought Yan from the city with the intention of having him handle the more tedious tasks so that he could focus on studying the more complex ones.

For example, the newborn that came to life inside that fleshy cocoon.

...

Milo always thought that the last one to crawl out of the cocoon would be a handsome mixed-race guy, either with eyes all over his scalp or fingers all over his feet.

But in the end, it struggled to drag its body out of that fleshy cocoon, and finally tore away the filthy placenta that had enveloped it, kneeling on the ground and gasping for fresh air...

He is a normal person with all four limbs intact and without any abnormal body structure.

And he is a tall, slender adult male.

...

"What do you mean..."

“I didn’t fall for His trick.”

"Yet they did not realize the cruel trick of fate."

With his hands tucked into the outer pockets of his trench coat, Milo walked leisurely and lightly toward the location of the fleshy callus.

He carefully examined the naked man covered in slime who was lying on the ground a few meters away.

Before the other man even looked up, Milo had a vague premonition—he seemed to have seen this man before.

I just can't remember where I saw it before.

...

Until the moment the "newborn" man raised his head and faced Milo directly.