Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 533 Heresy
In the brief period before the sky was completely filled with the flowing light, the entire Os-Nargai was covered by a dark red halo, appearing both bright and dim.

Under such unusual lighting, the melee quickly spread from the most remote corner of the port to most of the coastline.

The main reason is the huge waves that keep surging on the undulating sea surface.

The loud bangs were like muffled thunder or the tolling of an ancient, broken bell, as if giants were standing above the clouds, wielding heavy hammers and smashing the sea surface again and again.

From 10,000 meters above the ground, what appears to be mere ripples on the sea is, in fact, a devastating wave for the merchant ships at the port, appearing as a towering, hellish spectacle under the twilight.

All the ships, large and small, were piled up and pushed onto the land. The vast majority of them were smashed to pieces. The ship fragments and some of the water droplets scattered in the air were swept high into the sky by the strong wind. As they rose higher, they lost their momentum and then fell back down as a torrential rain.

……

It could be said that the western port of Selfis went from warmth and joy to hell in less than a few breaths.

The source of this near-tsunami-level disaster was the one-on-one battle that took place on the sea not far away.

Marston of the Golden Law Temple, and the "Shadow" summoned by heretics through evil rituals.

To the native inhabitants of the Dreamland, Milo was indeed an uninvited guest from another world.

Just like the evil spirits summoned by the evil cult in the conscious world.

Then a strange scene appeared.

Putting aside the chaos and fighting at the port, in the eyes of the eternal inhabitants of the city of Selphis, Milo is an extremely evil and terrifying visitor, because he is filled with power and order that do not belong to this world, as well as a strange smell that disgusts the eternal inhabitants.

The nausea mentioned here refers to the kind that can cause physical vomiting.

In the streets of Selefis, the citizens who had inadvertently caught a glimpse of the dim figure soaring over the sea in the distance all descended into varying degrees of madness.

They screamed and roared.

He tore at his face, hair, and clothes in agony, weeping and going mad in the murky rain.

The port is like the source of disaster; something is spreading like a virus, causing chaos and shattering the order of the once peaceful and harmonious eternal kingdom.

Those eternal inhabitants who did not attempt to peer into the shadows on the horizon were able to preserve their sanity. They all huddled in a corner with their eyes closed, trembling as they prayed to Nath Horsas, the god of Os-Nargai, hoping that the one enshrined in the Emerald Temple would prevent the calamity from descending.

……

The shadows stood against the crimson sky before dawn, and a powerful sense of oppression descended upon this eternal kingdom.

The people here have long forgotten the feeling of being shrouded in terror. For countless years, they have been intoxicated by the singing, dancing, and revelry of the Eternal Kingdom. Before the establishment of Os-Nargay, this place was a desolate ruin. Now, all the eternal inhabitants have migrated from other areas of the Dreamland. Only a very small number of the oldest among them have seen the ruins and skeletons buried beneath the onyx streets...

The gods granted the conqueror's kingdom to annihilation, and then, through a powerful dreamer, established a new eternal kingdom on the ruins.

They promised the inhabitants eternity.

Now, the eternal order seems to be loosening slightly.

Because people are constantly dying amidst cries and wails.

They did nothing wrong; they simply glanced at that shadow on the distant horizon, nothing more.

...

"God, save us..."

"Save us..."

The tragic cries of the eternal inhabitants echoed continuously above Os-Nargay.

But the sky, which should have been bright long ago, seemed to be shrouded in something. The dark red light could not be dissipated, thick clouds covered everything, and the sound of the downpour drowned out the prayers and cries of the eternal inhabitants.

Their god, Nath Horsas, did not manifest.

Their King Kurans has vanished without a trace. The two forces intertwined on the sea surface at this moment, that extreme, sinister darkness and that dazzling gold, do not belong to the kingdom of Os-Nargai.

...

……

The fear continues to spread.

The Death Crystal cannot absorb those who self-destruct due to madness, because this has nothing to do with the erosion of the laws of time.

On the dark red sea surface.

Marston's golden robes were no longer spotless; to be precise, his entire upper body was covered in horrific cracks, including his skin, flesh, and even deep into his bones. The cracks were concentrated in a collapsed area on his chest, where his heart was located.

The collapsed area appeared to be a fist mark.

What was shattered was not only flesh and bones, but also the golden law totem embedded in the limbs.

Now, with each heartbeat, fragments fall from the concentrated cracks, but the frequency is gradually slowing down.

The royal elder of the shattered floating city seemed to have just recovered from his shock.

At this moment, his messy long hair was stained with thick blood, and he couldn't even remember how many years ago it was when he was last soaked in blood.

Looking back at the deathly aura spreading through the city of Selefis, Marston's expression was complex.

Compared to their conversation in the cabin not long ago, Marston's voice had become incredibly hoarse, and even his words had become brief.

"Look what you've done."

...

Are you referring to the city, or to you?

Milo was "standing" not far from Marston.

In contrast, he was much cleaner. After removing his cloak, he didn't have a physical body; he was just a pure shadow, except that there was some blood on the shadow's arm.

...

Marston calmly shook his head:

"This is a paradise created by the gods, and now it has been defiled. Don't you really realize what sin you have committed?"

Milo raised an eyebrow, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Actually, I don't really care, and I don't think the so-called gods would care either."

He turned his head and glanced at the country shrouded in dark red light and the port engulfed in chaos.

He then added, "Look, even the native deity who reigns over this country hasn't shown himself. His people and believers are suffering, but..."

Milo gestured an empty sign: "Where are the people? I mean, where are the gods?"

Marston also seemed quite puzzled by this.

Of course, he no longer had time to delve into this issue.

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Perhaps the gods really don't care."

Then, that bloodless face, like a wax figure torn apart by a smile, shattered into pieces and fell from the sky.

(End of this chapter)