Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 517 A Race Without Reverence

The wind and sand of the cold night continued to howl and waile, the sound like a pack of wolves gathering, but there were no wolves on this land, because even wolves could not survive here.

Beneath the shadows of a desolate hill formed by piled-up sand, a young descendant of the remnants of the tribe draws his bow and locks it onto the shadow that has just descended upon this land.

His stone-ground arrowheads exuded a chill in the darkness that was more profound than the dead of winter.

...

Meanwhile, two figures in the distance, seemingly not belonging to this world, were still intently discussing something.

The person who raised the question was Dillah Shaw:

"I have a question: did he see me, or did he simply sense something was off?"

Clearly, he automatically ruled out the option that the young survivor in the shadows saw Milo, because that was simply impossible.

As a summoned shadow, even if seen, what is presented to the other party is only another terrifying creature that is enough to drive them mad.

But Milo slapped his head and replied to Dillah Shaw in an annoyed tone:
"What are you talking about? He's aiming for my head."

Whoosh! !

Before he could finish speaking, the stone arrow tore through the night and hurtled straight toward Milo's temple.

Of course, he easily caught it with his hands.

As he carefully examined the crude arrow in his hand, which exuded a primitive aura, Milo was slightly taken aback by the eerie killing intent it contained.

The boy hiding in the shadows saw Milo.

He not only saw Milo, but also pinpointed his head with unerring accuracy, which meant that Milo was humanoid in his eyes, and what he saw was Milo's true form.

The most incredible thing is...

"How come he's not afraid at all?"

Milo gripped the arrow in his hand, staring curiously at the shadowy patch beneath the distant hill.

Just now, when he was spying on those twenty believers from the perspective of the dead, he had a strange feeling, but at the time he did not realize what the source of that strange feeling was.

It wasn't until this moment that Milo suddenly realized what was happening.

It was something he was most familiar with missing from those fragments of memory.

The taste of fear is missing.

Yes, these people have no fear.

When Milo arrived, all the ritual performers were already dead. It wasn't until he met the boy who had ambushed him from the shadows that Milo realized the true reason why the remnant race had been able to commit the heinous crime of killing a god millions of years ago.

It is because this race lacks the capacity for fear.

In them, this is not a flaw, but rather a talent.

For a long time, Milo believed that fear was a self-preservation ability that nature endowed living organisms with, similar to the effect of pain. It helped living organisms stay away from things that could threaten their lives, allowing them to live longer.

However, as he delved deeper, he began to discover that the truth was not so simple.

The weakening of sanity is driven to some extent by fear.

It seems that there is a consensus in the doctrines of all religions—to revere the divine.

On the surface, it may sound like a piece of advice, but in reality, it is a shackle, a shackle that has been imposed on the entire race.

……

Any ordinary person, faced with a shadow summoned from the conscious world, would absolutely be unable to hold their breath and unleash that slash—absolutely not. Because neither Outer Gods nor Old Gods are beings that lower-level life forms can directly confront. Even the Ancients, a level lower than the former two, are more than enough to drive lowly life forms into a self-destructive madness. Under this principle, "god-killing" is like a poorly written story by a children's author lacking basic common sense—ignorant and foolish, a laughingstock in any era and any field.

But all of this is predicated on the conditions that bind fate. What if... I mean, what if fear is not something inherent in living beings?

What if this was imposed upon us?
Milo remembered clearly that he had once read in a certain book that fear was a power given by the gods to those of lower rank, used to resist the temptations of the filthy whispers in the darkness.

In that story, fear is a gift and a blessing from the gods.

...

Was it really a gift?

Or is it a constraint?
To investigate this issue, we only need to look at what humans were like before they were given this "ability".

So, what would humans be like without fear?

At that moment, the cold, sharp eyes hidden in the shadows of the distant sandstorm had already answered the question.

……

Perhaps the true purpose of the power of fear is not to protect those below, but to protect the gods above.

Of course, it is undeniable that when Outer Gods and other ancient forces attempt to corrupt and bewitch humanity, fear drives them to madness, thus preventing such a situation from occurring. This can be considered as solving another major problem for the gods.

In short, it's a win-win situation.

...

Milo couldn't help but recall Morgot of Galid and Nero of the Enforcement Headquarters...

These souls were able to withstand fear and fight against the will of the Outer God for decades. What would have happened if this constraint had not existed in the first place?
Perhaps Moggot wouldn't have ended up mentally unstable in his later years, and Nero wouldn't have had to torment himself for so many years.

……

"Incredible!"

Dillashau clearly noticed this phenomenon as well.

Milo, summoned by a special ritual, is not a physical entity as he was in the conscious world, but rather a pure shadow form.

But this very same Shadow Sequence Old One almost had a primitive stone arrowhead driven into his head.

It is indeed an incredible thing.

This falls under the category of "shock from those in power."

It's roughly similar to the inner turmoil of Yog Sothoth's projected avatar after being punched twice by Milo on the roof of the law enforcement headquarters—in short, WTF.

Back then, Milo was already a Visionary, but the young remnant hiding in the shadows right now is nothing.

...

The sound of a bone blade being drawn from its sheath filled the air.

On this barren land, they didn't even own any metal tools.

“I absolutely love this scene,” Milo suddenly grinned and exclaimed.

"The image of mortals drawing their swords in the face of the past..." Dirachow smiled knowingly. "Indeed."

“This is a race without any sense of awe.” Milo’s smile grew even more sinister.

He probably understood why the Scarlet Witch had chosen such a barren and desolate place to preach to him.

(End of this chapter)