Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 487 Wendigo

This must be the immortal vitality of the Great Old Ones.

The grayish-white fluffy ball flew back and forth over the lake about a dozen or twenty times, accompanied by Milo's curses.

But each time it flies dozens of meters away, it soon comes scrambling back.

After a brief respite of about two minutes, it would start gnawing on Milo's body again, only to be slapped away once more.

so repeatedly.

……

Finally, not only the boots, but also Milo's trench coat, weapon pouch, trousers, collar, tie, and hat were all damaged.

This outfit is now quite "breathable".

Judging from its battle record, this furry ball is much stronger than the Knights of the Golden Law Temple.

"If you touch me again, I'll roast you alive, you understand?"

Milo pointed at the furry ball's nose and warned it.

But no matter what he says, a few minutes later this guy will start sneaking up to his feet again, trying to find an angle to take a bite.

Moreover, it's not just a vulgar eater; it swallows the parts it nibbles off, whether it's leather from boots or trench coats.

However, although Milo's clothes were gnawed all over, the little guy never actually managed to bite Milo's body.

...

After being flung away for the 45th time, it finally understood Milo's meaning. This time, after tumbling and crawling back to the lakeside, it never approached Milo again.

"You're smart..."

Just as Milo was about to say something, he suddenly heard a very crisp "clang".

And out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a blinding spark flashing by.

Then, to his surprise, he found a notch on the blade of Monquia's treacherous scythe.

Turning my head again, I saw that the kid seemed to have anticipated Milo's tackle this time, and had already run a few meters away, chewing something in his mouth.

Realizing that the guy was "eating" the blade of a scythe, Milo cursed, "Don't you have a mouth anymore?"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "glug" was heard.

Yes, it chewed up the blade fragments and swallowed them.

And he even let out a burp.

"Uh~~~"

Then it just stood there, staring blankly at the ice, as if guarding against Milo, afraid that he might suddenly kick it at any moment.

……

...

I don't know if the relationship has improved or if the furry friend has eaten his fill.

In short, for a long time afterward, Itakua never gnawed on anything on Milo again, and Milo never kicked it away again.

"You're supposed to be the original human being born from a black goat, so why do you seem so unintelligent?"

Milo sat on a rock by the lake, trying to reconnect his gnawed belt, muttering to himself.

“That’s not right. You were originally the offspring of the Black Goat, so why did you become an idiot after merging with the new initial human nature?”

"What kind of look is that? You're so happy to be called an idiot..."

"Hey, it seems like he really does have some kind of mental problem."

...

Milo broke off a small piece of metal from the heel of his boot and used it to temporarily fasten the two broken pieces of leather together, muttering to himself.

Whether the furry creature understood or not, it hunched over, tucking its limbs back into its fur, and sat down next to Milo, its head peeking out from its round body, listening intently to Milo's words.

Its eyes were wide and round.

But Milo noticed that while the guy seemed to be "listening attentively," his eyes were actually fixed on the hunter's scythe that was folded up and placed to the side.

"Let's eat something normal, after we leave this awful place..."

As Milo spoke, he moved the scythe further away from the little guy.

The latter nodded with wide eyes, as if he understood what Milo meant.

Its two eyes were the same purplish-red color as before, but the structure of the left pupil seemed to be slightly different. There was a very obvious vertical crack in the pupil, which made its already strange shape even more mysterious.

Milo knew that the crack must be the wound he had left with the scythe.

Perhaps this guy's desire to gnaw on the sickle wasn't entirely due to hunger.

...

"Although probably not many people remember what 'Itakya' is, it's definitely not good to keep calling you that. After all, it's the Old Days. Some people might go crazy just from hearing the correct pronunciation of that name. I mean, those weaklings with a sanity value of about 0."

"Therefore, it is necessary for me to give you a new name."

As soon as Milo uttered those words, two ears immediately stood up on the gray-white furball's head. Its ears were longer than a cat's but shorter than a rabbit's, and it could control them freely. For example, at this moment, they were standing straight up and facing Milo.

“Wendigo, from now on you will be called Wendigo. Strictly speaking, Itakua’s soul has perished. There is no more ‘Windrunner’ or ‘White God of Silence’ in this world.”

“You were born in the snow and ice, and I think Wendigo is great.”

"You think it's good too, right? I saw you smile just now."

"Huh?? What does scratching your head mean?"

"Acting cute?"

"You are an Outer One, the kind that would drive lower beings mad just by looking at you. Stop doing things like this, you're disgracing us Outer Ones."

"Fine, whatever."

Do you know what Wendigo means?

It means snowman.

"Yeah, the kind that eats people."

"It seems you quite like it."

"...Oh right, I almost forgot, are you male or female again? Wendigo doesn't seem like a suitable name for a girl... Hey, what are you doing? I was just asking casually, you don't need to show me, damn it..."

……

...

For the next period of time, Wendigo became Milo's shadow in the Abyss.

Its vitality is indeed strong enough, but visually it always gives people the feeling of extreme incoordination of its limbs. This is mainly manifested in the fact that when it walks, each of its four legs walks independently, or there is always one leg that is idling. So when it loses its balance, it needs to use its head to support itself on the ground, which forms the phenomenon of walking with its face.

So much so that after Milo had walked only a short distance, the guy's face was covered in snowflakes.

In the end, it simply gathered its limbs and head together, turning into a ball of fur and rolling around on the ground, because this was much more efficient.

Although it may sometimes roll in the wrong direction, it will quickly roll back, so it's not a big problem.

……

Who would have thought that the Windranger, whose head almost pierced the sky when standing upright, would turn into this after receiving the blessing?

This time, even his own mother probably wouldn't recognize him.

(End of this chapter)