Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 518-Light

"So what are we going to do with him? I mean..."

Whoosh!
The second arrow was aimed at Dillah's head.

He simply raised his hand and brushed it aside.

He continued to ask:
"I mean, what should we do in a little while?"

Whoosh!
Another arrow was shot over.

This time, he shifted his focus back to Milo's head.

But unsurprisingly, the arrow was still knocked away by a gentle tap.

The two stood there and earnestly discussed what was to come.

Milo asked:

"You think he might die in a little while, right?"

Whoosh!
This time, what was thrown at them was a stone axe, made of a hard stone with sharpened edges tied to a wooden stick, and it was quite heavy.

Although it was eventually smashed.

"He's probably going to die anyway. We won't have time to take care of him while we're fighting," Dirasha said, dusting off his hands.

Later, it seemed that the young survivor's arsenal was about to be exhausted, so he simply picked up stones from the ground and threw them in this direction.

……

...

This was a pale-skinned boy whose thin frame and bamboo-like, withered body made his head appear enormous, especially the hair on his head that seemed to have never been styled since birth, making his head look even bigger.

He was wrapped in an outer garment made of the fur of a dozen or so small rodents, and his exposed limbs were covered with some kind of powder that looked like lime.

Perhaps due to their long-term survival in dark environments, their species has evolved stronger night vision, and their pupils are a strange grayish-white color. In addition, their hair is very thick, probably to protect against the cold. At first glance, you might find it strange that a teenager who is not fully developed and malnourished can grow a mustache, but in fact, it is his nose hair...

The frigid air in the restricted area is so intense that even a normal breathing rate is enough to cause excruciating pain in one's heart and lungs. The thick nasal hairs there serve more than just the purpose of mimicking a mustache.

The boy's grayish-white pupils were fixed on the two unfamiliar figures in the distance.

His heart rate and breathing were very stable.

His resolute gaze even carried a hint of determination.

Because he was certain that those summoned by the fallen ones were the superiors who called themselves gods, the culprits who had sealed their entire race in this forbidden zone.

...

……

Unfortunately, the boy was not "rich." He only had a few arrows and an axe, which he had squandered, and now he had no other usable weapons.

So he picked out a rock on the ground that looked rather dangerous, hoping that its sharp edges would harm the "god" not far away.

...

The truth is, among the remnant race, the boy had never truly understood the difference between the lower and upper classes. There were no channels in the wilderness to help him understand and learn this knowledge, and even his most basic cognitive concepts were completely different from those of the other residents of the Dreamland.

He had never even seen a wild animal larger than a groundhog, so how could he know that stones could not possibly harm those in power?

Because just staying alive is already a huge struggle.

……

The boy's actions would have been laughable in any country or field, because using stones to deal with the Great Old Ones is simply too naive and absurd.

However, this seemingly foolish behavior was carried out with the utmost determination by the boy.

What Milo saw in this was something deeper than naivety and absurdity—something deeply rooted in the blood of the remnants of the fallen dynasty.

Why did the gods exterminate the conquerors?
Instead, they chose to torment this race by banishing them to forbidden zones?

Perhaps it is because this method is more cruel than extinction and is full of humiliation for the defeated.

But the greater purpose is actually to use the worst methods to eradicate this "fearlessness" rooted in their blood.

If fear is the imprisonment and shackles that the gods impose on all things.

Exterminating the descendants of conquerors is not the best option. Planting fear deep in their souls and erasing the "fearlessness" in their bones little by little will eliminate the bloodline of conquerors from the world.

...

However, after countless years, this race's power, cognition, and physical abilities have been suppressed and degenerated to a very primitive level; only their fearless, god-slaying bloodline remains surging and powerful. ...

The boy had just swung the stone out of his hand.

In the direction the stone flew, the dark sky split open in an instant!
Yes, just as something had pierced through the frozen lake, the unchanging shadows began to crumble, and scarlet cracks spread across the sky, like countless lightning bolts intertwined into a net.

That moment created an illusion, as if the series of strange phenomena in the sky were caused by the stone thrown by the boy.

But soon...

The terrifying roar shook the entire wilderness. The sand and gravel on the ground were whipped up high by the gale, and even the rock that had thrown the boy's hand was swept away. The storm seemed to want to bury and devour everything.

The horrifying scenes have only just begun.

The blinding flames that pierced the sky were countless times more powerful than the brightest daylight the boy had ever seen. In this world without the sun, the shock of that pillar of fire falling from the sky was immeasurable for the boy who had grown up in the dark forbidden zone.

For a fleeting moment, his greyish-white pupils seemed to contain things beyond his comprehension, such as the sun, moon, and stars…

"So this is what light truly looks like..."

...

But soon, the momentary reverie and reverie were interrupted by a thunderous roar.

More terrifying phenomena beyond comprehension appeared in the sky, with storms and thunder swirling around the pillar of fire that seemed to have pried open a crack in the darkness of this forbidden winter.

Then, some strange figures, elongated in the light and shadow, began to descend from the gap.

Blinding red arcs of electricity crackled on their close-fitting light armor, and the cloaks behind them made their figures appear in a semi-illusory state. The vicious short blades with hooks in their hands drew long trails in the air as they fell, leaving an aura of death that was hard to dispel.

……

One...two...ten...

The intense sunlight, unlike anything ever seen in the restricted area, caused the boy's eyes to bleed.

But he still gripped the vines on the sand tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the slender figures descending in the sky, accompanied by the storm.

At that moment, he felt even smaller than a grain of sand scattered in a storm.

Because of the strange phenomenon in the sky...

...

Through the boy's bloodshot vision, he saw those slender shadows emerging from the storm descending upon the forbidden zone.

He couldn't track the trajectory of each shadow; he could only pinpoint the location of each descendant by searching for the afterimages left by the weapons in their hands.

Blinding flames shone down from the sky, scorching and baking the soil, which hissed and crackled, as if everything was about to boil.

For some reason, the boy was able to lock onto those black short blades that dragged long shadows formed from death energy.

Those things were incredibly glaring to his eyes, a piercing pain that seemed to penetrate to the bone, a pain rooted in his blood.

It's as if every black blade has sliced ​​a piece of flesh from my body.

That's the smell of hatred.

...

In that area filled with light, everything in the forbidden zone was collapsing and breaking apart. The only one braving the storm was one of the shadows that the boy had previously ambushed with his bow.

The shadow strolled leisurely towards the center of the storm, heading straight into the encirclement of more than a dozen black knives.

Then, a storm of fire and thunder enveloped them all.

……

The boy wanted to see clearly what was happening in the storm, but he suddenly realized that his body was covered in blood and gore, and his exposed skin had been torn open by the gale. Even at the edge of the storm, the air was grinding everything in its path like a millstone.

The excruciating pain made the boy dizzy.

Just when he thought he was about to be crushed, a strange voice suddenly rang out beside him:

"Let's watch the show somewhere else, kid. You're too close."

The next second, the holy light of the golden tree totem enveloped everything.

The boy was lifted up and taken out of the storm's range.

(End of this chapter)