Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 519 The fight started
“Milo said you’re special, but I don’t think there’s anything special about you except for your beard… Oh, it’s not the beard.”

On a hillside far from the storm, Dillasho crossed his arms and looked at the thin boy in front of him.

Behind him, in the distance, stood a massive "pillar" reaching straight to the heavens. That was the storm that had been torn apart in the sky, with sand, lightning, and flames constantly churning and swirling, like a huge metal pillar that was about to melt. The light it emitted brought daylight to the entire eastern forbidden zone.

However, faced with this sudden light, the races within the forbidden zone did not cheer or rejoice; all the creatures within the forbidden zone fell silent in fear.

……

The boy was on the verge of death.

He looked at the stranger standing not far in front of him... oh no, that was an evil god summoned by the fallen.

Alertness made the boy instinctively reach for the weapon at his waist, but he had already thrown his stone axe as a hidden weapon earlier, and now he had nothing on him except half a piece of animal skin.

...

"Stop it, stop making a scene."

The "evil god" was covered in dazzling golden spots of light, and the strange substances seemed to be gushing out from the flesh beneath his skin. The most eye-catching feature was the beautifully shaped tree totem on his bare forearm.

The "evil god" in front of me doesn't look evil at all.

But setting aside the visual effects, the aura emanating from that holy light instilled an instinctive aversion in the boy.

An inexplicable aversion, as if it were something he inherently loathed.

No, it's even deeper than "dislike"; it's almost "hatred."

Although the boy was certain that he had never seen the totem before, nor had he ever crossed paths with Dirashau before—this was their first meeting—the hatred welling up from the depths of his heart was something he couldn't suppress.

I had the same feeling when I saw those black knives in the storm earlier.

……

The boy knew he was no match for Dillah, so he dragged his bloodied and mangled body down the rough gravel slope.

No matter how the sharp sand and gravel scraped against his knees, elbows, and other wounds, he remained silent.

...

Dillah Shaw looked at the chicken coop-like head that was moving extremely slowly, like a caterpillar, towards the distant pupa, and sighed helplessly.

"Don't go any further if you don't want to die... Hey, can you even understand what I'm saying?"

Before he could finish speaking, a translucent, slender shadow shot over from afar like an arc of electricity, grazing the boy's scalp before crashing straight into Dirasha.

BANG!!!!

The boy, who was struggling to move forward, felt as if half of his soul had been shattered in that instant; it must have been the closest he had ever come to death.

The black knife that slid past him didn't touch him at all, and the other party didn't even glance at him.

The boy turned around with difficulty and saw the black knife that had attacked him collide with the man whose body was engraved with the "evil" totem, flattening half of the mountain.

An unprecedentedly terrifying force was unleashed before him, and the horrific light and shadow and the brutal fighting that overturned the boy's worldview made him forget about escaping for a moment.

As Milo said, the conquerors’ strength comes from their fearlessness; they are a race without reverence.

But today, millions of years later, all the descendants of the conquerors have left is that fearlessness; they have nothing else.

……

Dillah Shaw and the Black Knife who had bypassed the storm to launch the surprise attack were locked in a fierce struggle.

Yes, it was a brawl, a thug-style brawl.

No matter how powerful or terrifying the force used, whether it's a black sword or golden holy light, when one side only possesses power but has never learned the techniques, the fight will turn into this scene—a grand spectacle but full of ugly antics.

Dirashaw's elegance only exists when there is a significant disparity in strength between the two sides, such as his one-sided confrontation with the vampires.

However, the situation is different when facing the Black Blade Messenger from the temple.

...Bang! !

After a fierce struggle like mad dogs, Dilasha was thrown into the air.

As he narrowly dodged the short blade covered in bone spikes, he simultaneously delivered a solid punch to the black-clad wielder's breastplate.

Their figures transformed into a gust of wind and separated in opposite directions in the mountains.

...

Dillahshaw carved a trench into the rough hillside and embedded himself into it.

But he quickly rolled over and crawled out:
“It’s clear you hate me to the core; you even had to spare some manpower to come to me when dealing with Milo.”

He wiped the blood seeping from the wound on his brow bone with his sleeve.

About a hundred meters directly in front of him was the Black Blade Envoy, whose cloak had been torn apart. Without the cloak, its complete limbs finally came into Dirasha's view for the first time.

This is a humanoid creature whose body is covered in light black armor.

As for why it is a humanoid creature and not called a human, it is because it is too tall.

With its long limbs and torso, the overall proportions looked very harmonious, but when they fought at close range, Dillash discovered that this guy was at least three meters tall.

Compared to Black Knife, Dirasha was like a "half-human".

……

At this moment, Black Knife knelt on one knee, and some cracks appeared on its armor. Deep in the cracks were golden burn marks, which were the fist marks left by Dirasha.

It gripped the menacing black knife in reverse.

A slightly muffled voice came from beneath the kite-shaped helmet:

"The defector will die in the fires of sin, and you—are unworthy of the blessing of the Golden Will."

...

"Okay, okay, I know, I know."

Dillah Shaw glanced down at the cut on his fist, then angrily tore off his tie and wrapped it around his hand.

Although it's not very useful, at least it has a lot of personal style.

The current standoff is very disjointed.

In this desolate forbidden zone, the backdrop is a storm of battle between a dozen or so black-clad figures and shadowy figures. The two combatants are a tall, ten-foot-tall man clad in medieval-style armor and a religious clerk in a casual shirt, business trousers, and leather shoes. Further away, a young boy wearing animal skins and sporting a mustache (nose hair) plays the role of an observer.

A single shot compresses three or four different civilizations from different eras.

...

"Kid, get out of here!"

Just as the boy was staring blankly at the two opposing sides, Dillashau yelled at him.

So the boy turned around, ignoring the pain from his wounds, and continued to spin the pupa.

He can't tell who's who anymore.

In his shallow understanding, Diracho and Milo were the gods summoned by the fallen ones in the tribe who bowed down to the gods and offered their faith, and were the tribe's number one mortal enemy.

But now the situation has become completely chaotic.

Because the people who fell from the sky started fighting with another group of people who fell from the sky.

……

(End of this chapter)