Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 522 The visitor

"So, what about this?"

Dillah suddenly remembered that a half-dead young survivor was lying in the sand in the distance.

The two discovered that the young man with messy hair and a mustache was still alive, though he was barely clinging to life.

Milo didn't say much.

He used his youthful blood to draw a simple totem on the sand.

Soon, the totem absorbed all the meager nutrients and life essence from the soil within a hundred-meter radius and poured them into the boy's body.

The moment the totem's effect ended, Milo and Dilasha grabbed the boy and jumped out of the area.

Soon, the soil, having lost its last bit of nutrients, collapsed as if it had lost its support.

...

"A new trick."

Dillah Shaw watched Milo's move with awe and wonder.

After all, he and Yan are similar in nature, possessing only pure strength but without mastering any skills or techniques.

In fact, similar spells and magics are recorded in many "elective" courses, belonging to the third level.

For Milo, who was "well-read," it was just a small trick.

...

"He survived, but I doubt he'll live much longer..."

Dillah Shaw looked at the boy's wounds healing rapidly and muttered to himself.

His concerns were not unfounded.

The racial uniqueness of the remnants was a thorn in the side of the gods.

Now that they've helped Milo, this "sinner," and Dillashow, this "traitor," kill the Black Blade Messengers of the Golden Law Temple, the blame will ultimately fall on the Forbidden Zone.

Therefore, there's no need for Milo to use this new trick.

Surviving would only subject the boy to more terrible torment in the future, torment from the gods. At least, that's what Diracho thought.

...

And with this in mind, he finally understood why Milo said to "make the most of everything" and fight the temple to the bitter end while his avatar existed...

Giving Daisy space is one thing.

On the other hand, actually...

"Buy time for these survivors?" Dirac glanced at Milo.

“It’s about cleaning up that old witch’s mess.” Milo shrugged.

"Okay, I understand."

……

...

The boy quickly regained consciousness.

He sized up Milo and Dirac with his bloodshot eyes.

Although he no longer picked up stones to hit them on the head as before, Milo could see from his eyes that the boy was still struggling.

Perhaps for him, despising the gods was merely a verbal instruction from the tribal elders.

But what truly grapples with the contradictions and struggles is the inherent independence within his gradually awakening bloodline.

If the boy submitted to Milo immediately after the battle with the Black Knife, it would mean that the bloodline of the conqueror was severed in him.

But that wasn't the case; he remained wary of Milo and Dirac.

Of course, the fact that these two summoned individuals killed the Black Knife gang did earn them a place in the boy's heart; at least his initial hatred had turned into vigilance.

There was even a hint of curiosity. After all, he was just a teenager.

In terms of height, the boy was still a head shorter than Finn at this stage...

...

In the boy's eyes, neither Milo nor Dirac had anything special about them except for their "strange clothes".

Although there wasn't a single piece of intact cloth in the eastern restricted area, the survivors could still clearly see the clothing of the people of Os-Nargai, the only legendary kingdom in the east, on those illusory mirages.

The trench coats, shirts, and ties worn by Melodila and the others were quite different from the medieval attire in the Dreamland.

After all, they are superiors who were "summoned" here.

This at least proves that they weren't summoned from Os-Nargay. (That's what the boy thought.)
...

While the boy was cautiously scrutinizing Milo and Dillah's attire, Milo was also taking a look at the boy's bizarre appearance.

Milo instinctively wanted to use Dream Spell to drive the boy away from here, because the fighting in the desert was far from over, or rather, it had just begun. If he stayed in this place, he would surely die, and no amount of healing spells would bring him back.

But Milo quickly realized what was happening.

The remnants of the Ming dynasty did not eat the dream-inducing food.

They have no fear deep in their hearts; without grasping the source of fear, Milo cannot induce dreams in people.

And so this scene unfolded—Milo walked up to the boy, raised his hand and hovered it in the air, paused for three seconds, then slowly lowered his hand, and somewhat awkwardly raised it again to fan the air in front of him, pretending to block the sandstorm.

……

"Go back and tell your people everything you've seen. Lead them deeper into the forbidden zone while there's still time."

Milo pointed to the east.

The boy stared wide-eyed at Milo, his gaze never leaving Milo as he stood up from the ground.

This made Milo's side afraid to make any sudden, large movements, lest they scare the other side.

Finally, the boy began to run wildly across the desert toward the Far East.

He didn't say a word or ask any questions.

But the boy's actions told Milo that he understood Milo's words.

The boy's eyes told Milo that he did not trust him.

Even though Milo and Dirac saved his life, even though they killed one of the Remnant's enemies, the Black Blade Master...

...

Watching the boy's figure gradually fade into the distance across the desert, Dilasho sighed thoughtfully:
"I wonder what his reaction will be when he returns to the tribe and finds that all his people have become believers."

“Then you underestimate these survivors.” Milo shook his head, no longer looking in the direction the boy had left, but turning to look westward.

"Let's worry about ourselves. It seems the temple has quite a few vassal races. I wonder what kind of monsters they've sent this time."

The horizon is far away.

At the edge of the restricted area at the end of the field of vision, tiny sparks began to flicker.

That is the region where Os-Nargai, the only kingdom in the east, is located.

The second group of people sent by the temple was obviously much more cautious than the first group of Black Blades. Instead of brazenly descending directly into the forbidden zone, they chose to first settle in the territory of Os-Nargai and observe the situation.

It seems that the annihilation of the Black Knife gang still has a certain deterrent effect on the temple.

"How much time do we have?"

Dillah Shaw glanced at the pocket watch dial: "Thirty minutes."

"Well, since they've retreated into their shells, why don't we go and visit that legendary land where you can stay young forever?"

Milo rubbed his hands together.

(End of this chapter)