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Milo certainly wouldn't get involved in the messy cleanup work in the city.

He had forcefully suppressed the panic, and the rest should be easy to handle; he could leave the headaches to Rebecca and the others.

After settling the others in, he immediately returned to the battlefield area.

Marty and Marshall both remained at the law enforcement office.

However, Wendigo quietly followed Milo.

Although its mind is still somewhat immature at this moment, it does not mean that it is not smart; on the contrary, it is actually very smart.

Perhaps it was the animal's natural instinct for self-preservation that told it that in a completely unfamiliar environment, it had to stay close to Milo to ensure its safety.

Everything in the world of consciousness was indeed a completely unfamiliar environment for it.

Itakua's other title, "The God Not Seen by Totem," indicates that it has been absent from this world for so long that, with the changing of civilizations, the races here have forgotten the existence of this ancient ruler. And now, Itakua has also forgotten everything it once experienced in the conscious world; no one knows how long it has lingered in the abyss.

Strangely, considering Milo's two experiences entering the Abyss, it should be a world that isn't purely a realm of consciousness or spirit, since his physical body remained in the conscious world; only his consciousness was lost. Does that mean that Itakua's true form still remains in some corner of the conscious world?
Thinking of this, he glanced at the sickle in his hand, the blade of which was chipped.

……

...

The edge of the cemetery appeared even more desolate and lonely near dawn than it did late at night, because of the fog.

Before the first rays of sunlight after sunrise, this place will remain shrouded in a gray haze. If you're unlucky, it might be cloudy all day, and the fog will only get thicker and thicker.

Compared to the "lively" atmosphere in the middle of the night, when Milo returned from the city, there was no one to be seen in the fields.

Just as Rebecca said, the hunters and their followers had indeed fought a fierce battle here. Crow, on the other hand, had clearly made his escape.

This person is strange, because his physical strength is not proportional to the amount of knowledge he possesses.

What does that mean? It means that he was very intelligent, but physically weak. How weak? So weak that he needed to set up an incredibly complex scheme, gambling almost like a high-stakes game to try and get a second chance at life, and at the very beginning of the gamble, he decisively ended his own life.

That takes immense courage.

Even now, he has not demonstrated any combat abilities; the only destructive power he possesses is the white flame, which he has only used to incinerate his own body.

This contradicts the concept within Milo's cognitive scope, because all the power of a visionary comes from the plunder of other visionaries, that is, the plunder of knowledge and memories.

It is clearly unreasonable that someone who can simultaneously scheme against and manipulate various races and even Outer Gods would still suffer physical decline as he approaches sixty.

The only explanation is that Tutis Crow was not a clairvoyant.

This seems to prove from another perspective that he is not the same person as the raven who is currently overseas, because one thing is clear—the raven is a visionary.

These two people have the same appearance and even the same name.

However, they are at different ages and have different identities and positions.

For a long period of time, they even treated each other as teacher and student.

Now, the hunters who serve the ravens have made it their duty to kill Crow.

……

"The plot of this story alone is enough to overwhelm the minds of many psychics, isn't it?"

Milo muttered to himself.

Because even now, he still hasn't fully figured out what kind of relationship exists between Crow and Raven.

"I used to think of him as an old-fashioned tough guy like Nero or Morgot..."

The image of the old man guarding the tomb with a shovel is still vivid in my mind.

...

But what is certain is that the hunters failed to kill Klaue here, or even shed a drop of blood from him.

The grassy field was littered with the remains of black goat calves that had been slaughtered by the Night Demon. It seemed that Yan had a pretty good grasp of the Night Demon's destructive power. The bodies of those enormous calves were not left with a single limb that was evenly shredded and spread across the field.

"The vegetation here will definitely grow very well next year."

crunch...

No sooner had he finished speaking than Milo stepped on a puddle of sticky green liquid on the ground.

That thing emitted a pungent, fishy stench; it must have come from some kind of internal fluid from a black goat calf…

"Okay, never mind." Milo walked to the weeds and rubbed the bottom of his boots with a look of disgust.

Turning around, seeing Wendigo furtively nuzzling his head against the puddle of slime, Milo scolded:

"Don't eat it!"

Wendigo instantly shrank his neck, revealing only a pair of purplish-red eyes on his furry body, and glared at Milo with a resentful look.

Like those naughty kids who are caught red-handed by their parents just as they are about to do something bad, they are a little resentful but mostly frightened.

...

Milo continued to wander across the field, trying to find some valuable clues.

Perhaps one or two relatively intact corpses of the clan, or even the hunters' corpses, could be used to try and extract something from their minds.

Then, he went to the highest point of the cemetery.

That is, in front of the tomb of Crow's predecessor (the tomb keeper).

To be precise, this cannot be considered a complete grave; it was merely a pit he dug before his death, and he burned his body to ashes. At this moment, only some ashes mixed with soil and sand remained in the pit.

"Not even a hair was left behind, so even if we hold a funeral for him, there's no way we can see him."

Milo stood on the edge of the pit, talking to himself.

In fact, even if Crow left behind the body, it's unlikely he could have accessed the spirits, because only the body died; his soul did not. This situation is somewhat similar to David Derby's father-in-law, who left his body in the grave, but no spirit memories remained inside, because his true soul had entered his daughter, David Derby's wife.

However, Milo made a new discovery.

He noticed other strange noises coming from the edge of the cemetery.

It sounded like something was tiptoeing across the grass and the gravel on the ground. Although the sound had been suppressed to the lowest possible level, it still couldn't escape Milo's ears.

Looking to the side, Wendigo had already pricked up his ears and was intently staring at the shadow in the distance.

It cast a questioning look at Milo, as if to say, "Can I eat that?"
Milo said:
"Catch one over, but don't eat it yet."

Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, Wendigo transformed into a streak of gray-white lightning and shot away.

This guy is like an energetic sheepdog. He gets very uncomfortable when he's not allowed to run around freely, but once he has something to do, he's as happy as a mad dog.

……

Soon, terrified screams came from the shadows at the edge of the cemetery.

The voice was hoarse and grating, unlike anything a human vocal cord could produce.

The screams lasted for less than a few seconds.

Then the grayish-white lightning bolt shot back.

It was dragging a dark, filthy creature several times its size behind it.

As everyone knows, the Wendigo is a terrible runner. It probably can't even control the coordination of its limbs, so the unfortunate creature it drags along has a close encounter with every stone it can bump into along the way.

By the time it reached Milo, it was already bleeding profusely from its head, looking like it had lost half its life.

……

These nocturnal creatures that roam the cemetery year-round are practically "familiar" to Milo.

They have canine-like physical characteristics, rubbery skin, pointed ears, slightly bloated legs, and scaly claws for hunting. In addition, similar physical features of humans can be found in these creatures.

They are the graveyard cleaners—ghouls.

...

The most interesting thing is that Milo recognized the ghoul that Wendigo had dragged over at a glance.

Do you remember the "cemetery purchase" incident that caused such a stir in Nanwei City?

Yes, it's that ghoul clan.

They had already dug underground nests and passages beneath the cemetery, and even dug a passage leading to the Pans Canyon in the Dreamland, but then they suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Milo had assumed that Imnar had driven them away, since the underground river flowing beneath the Garnier Opera House meandered all the way to the ghouls' lair.

But these guys are back now...

(End of this chapter)