Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 570 Destiny
Scholars who study the mystical have speculated that the universe exists in a magnificent and awe-inspiring cycle, and that our world and human civilization itself are but a fleeting moment within this cycle.

Perhaps this is not a secret to the Shadow, who has already touched upon taboos.

But for those frail souls living at the bottom of the order, the only evidence to support this claim are the ancient things that have survived, or been buried deep in the earth's crust or submerged in the deep sea, and the brief resonance and dance with those ancient years that are considered taboo in that more ethereal dream.

Of these, the vast majority of mediocre souls, once they awaken from their dreams, can no longer remember what they have witnessed. Only a very few, those who have a strange affinity with ancient things, will place themselves between wisdom and madness, and no one knows exactly what that state is like.

Such people often suffer unimaginable pain in the conscious world, a pain that penetrates to the bone marrow and almost destroys their bodies. Yet, it also carves patterns that do not belong to them onto their mediocre souls with sorrow. This is the fundamental reason why those gazes from above linger on them for a moment longer.

However, even this brief moment can be fatal for an ordinary soul.

The lethality referred to here is the shock and horror that comes from witnessing or hearing the unvarnished, horrific truths.

But what if there were a truly special creature in your life, a shadow above the order, and most importantly—a creature that feeds on fear?

Then all the aforementioned "rules" will begin to undergo a series of wondrous chain changes...

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What Milo heard in the jungle was a string of ancient incantations.

Among the many "elective" books he had read in the past, he had learned about this ancient incantation.

That phrase—"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"

The gist of the translation is: "In the mansion of R'lyeh, the long-sleeping Cthulhu awaits your dreams."

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Upon reaching this point, Milo gently tugged on the reins to bring the horse to a stop and opened the map he had bought earlier from the town.

But what he was looking at was not the detailed depiction of the Pohnpei Peninsula, but the back of the map, which marked the approximate latitude and longitude of the sea area where the Pohnpei Peninsula was located.

As it turns out, this is indeed one of the closest landmasses to the legendary lost kingdom submerged at the bottom of the sea.

No wonder we encountered the Dagon Cult and the Deep Ones on the shortest route from Nanwei City Port to Pohnpei Peninsula; it seems that all the mysterious elements of the ocean are inextricably linked to that dreamlike underwater mansion…

……

The low chanting of ancient incantations came from the dense forests of the canyon ahead.

The sound itself did not convey any eerie or frightening feeling; it was just that the obscure and abrupt syllables naturally evoked feelings of disgust.

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Previously, when they were besieged by the Deep Ones in the Forbidden Sea, the giant beast hidden beneath the surface of the sea, the creature Rebecca saw in the illusion, conveyed a message to Milo before it finally retreated: "When you are in the sea, you must respect R'lyeh, no matter who it is."

Although we may not speak the same language, our will is never wrong.

Milo understood that this was probably some kind of admonition or warning from Dagun.

It can also be simply understood as that behemoth making threats.

Milo never expected that he would soon be involved with the deepest and oldest realm of the ocean.

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Before this, the only time he had ever directly seen a huge figure from the sea was when he first confronted Imnar, and from the Church Bridge, he glimpsed a scene on the distant horizon—a terrifying sight with tentacles and fleshy wings that blotted out the sky.

But what is certain is that everything Milo saw at that time was an illusion created by Imnar; in short, it was fake, and it couldn't even be considered a fractal imitation, just like the desert illusion that Rebecca was trapped in.

Perhaps this time, Milo will be able to meet R'lyeh's true master...

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Because it was obvious that those spells, which were not concealed at all, came from the indigenous reservation—the Iloa Forest.

Ordinary human thought struggles to connect all known things, so it can only emphasize what it considers important through repetition, much like the incantation being constantly repeated within the reservation. Until one day, when this fragmented knowledge is pieced together, revealing a horrifying panorama of the real world and the terrifying position of the one who whispers within this composition, a deadly pre-revelation madness will follow.

But those miserable souls who have lost all hope in the real world no longer care about these things.

What they are seeking now is a more elusive and illusory salvation.

There's no need to consider whether you can bear this so-called salvation.

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Simply put, when there was no longer any place for them to live on land, they could only place their hopes on the seabed, the legendary land inhabited by ancient, sleeping gods, where they could regain their freedom.

Or perhaps, end one's suffering in madness.

Milo had seen similar sentiments in the descendants of the conquerors, but the difference was that the survivors in the forbidden zone still retained the will to fight, while the souls on the preserved ground had lost that part of their will.

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If the shadow of fear had not appeared today, the last remaining reserve on the Pohnpei Peninsula would have been crossed off the map.

But perhaps that's the mystery of fate.

Following the aura of the psychic, Milo arrived at the reservation at this moment.

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He took the metal wine jug from his pocket and weighed it in his hand.

The wine jug was noticeably heavier than when he left the tavern not long ago.

"That old witch was telling the truth. My instinct is to devour fear..."

"But why did I scare so many eternal inhabitants to the madness during the Selephis incident?"

"Never mind, we'll look into that later."

...

The aura of the clairvoyant grew stronger.

And soon after, Milo discovered that a heavy weapon he was carrying inside his coat was emitting an eerie blue light.

That was the scythe-like weapon that Milo had taken from the graveyard battlefield and brought to the Abyss to use. It belonged to the hunter Monquia, and later the gluttonous Wendigo chewed a chip into the blade of the scythe.

At this moment, the blade of the strange weapon, folded up and hanging along with the crowbar on Milo's otherworldly waist, was emitting a familiar, cold blue light.

Could it be that its owner, Monqueya, is nearby?

But something's not right. Milo was certain that the spiritual aura he sensed didn't come from Monquia.

He hadn't dealt with many psychics in the conscious world, and each of them had distinct characteristics, so Milo couldn't possibly be mistaken.

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Without a moment's hesitation.

Milo dismounted and proceeded on foot.

Because ahead lay the deep canyon depicted on the map, with the Iloa Forest situated deep within its steep slopes, its dense tropical vegetation filling the canyon and leading directly to the eastern coast.

Soon, Milo, weaving through the dense forest and vines, saw the legendary white flames that could move swiftly in the night.

(End of this chapter)