Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 571 White Fireworks
What have the ravens been doing in the colonies all this time?
As perhaps the first self-aware psychic in the conscious world, he has always wandered in those dark areas.

In fact, what Raven has been doing all along is not much different from what Milo has been doing for the past year or so.

Simply put, it's about cramming for lessons.

The existence of psychic visions was confirmed starting from the conversation when he killed Karl.

From then on, all of the raven's actions had only one purpose: to improve its spiritual vision.

The series of murders he instigated Robben to commit were essentially aimed at obtaining totems belonging to the ancient divine script, and the ultimate goal was to gain spiritual vision.

It's difficult to guess whether the appearance of the Eye of Thinking was also within the Raven's calculations.

But one thing is certain: over the years, Milo has certainly amassed a considerable number of ancient texts, and Raven has likely amassed even more.

The Book of Ibon, The Chronicles of Nas, The Revelation of Glachy, The Testament of Canamagos...

It's possible that, apart from what Milo possesses, the rest have already fallen into Raven's hands.

So much so that after reading and digesting the contents of those ancient texts, Raven's thinking began to deviate from the path of his mentor, that is, the other self in the world.

...

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In the Iloa Forest, the last remaining indigenous people of the reserve cried out for help and anguish to the deep sea under the cover of night.

In fact, Milo overlooked a detail.

That is, all the spells these guys recited were correct.

Milo was able to understand the contents of the spells because he already had so many electives stored in his mind, and he was also a shadow himself. But where did these native people, who were besieged and trapped in the reservation by Solomon's army, get these spells and know how to pronounce them correctly?
If they had this ability from the beginning, they wouldn't have waited until they had no room to survive before using it.

"Hey, my people are almost all dead. Oh, I just remembered there's a magic book hidden under my bed that can summon demons to help us!"

This is very unreasonable.

Of course, the answer to this question was quickly found as Milo ventured deeper into the Iloa Forest.

……

The truth is that the spells related to R'lyeh were actually brought from afar by someone else and "gifted" to these desperate natives.

These kind-hearted outsiders are the white will-o'-the-wisps in the canyon that those ships recently saw drifting through the eastern seas have been observing.

These are genuine out-of-towners.

Why do you say that?
In theory, everyone on the Pohnpei Peninsula, except for the natives, is an immigrant, but these guys who brought the R'lyeh spell are not from this world.

...

On the west side of the Iloa Forest, there is a large slope in the canyon.

Milo leaned against a protruding boulder in the middle of the slope, took out his flask, and took a sip.

The reason for drinking so frequently was not because the alcoholism had returned, but because the R'lyeh spell had too strong a psychological pressure on the natives of the reservation. The endless fear it generated was being drawn to Milo, and the ordinary metal jug, as a habitual storage medium, simply could not withstand such a high concentration of fear.

So much so that when you drink it now, you can hardly taste any whiskey at all.

……

On the slope, Milo's figure was hidden in the shadow of the boulder.

The term "hidden" here refers to being completely integrated into the shadows.

If he continued to venture deeper into the area as carelessly as before, he would soon be noticed by the floating white flames.

It's not that anything will happen if it gets noticed.

Milo just wanted to see what these guys were up to.

"What happened to the covenant of the gods? A rule that even the Golden Tree dared not easily transgress, yet the Spirit Visor is not afraid at all."

At this moment, his figure was no longer visible to the naked eye. Even those with spiritual vision could not detect his presence because the fear permeating the area was too intense.

Milo strolled along, observing the creatures "drifting" through the dense forest. They were definitely visionaries.

This is the source of the psychic aura that Milo had previously detected.

Milo muttered to himself:

"Oh, it's possible that ordinary psychics aren't qualified to know about the existence of the covenant of the gods. That explanation makes a lot more sense."

Taking himself as an example, Milo was only informed of the contract by the representative of the Dream Gods after he was promoted to the Shadow Old Ones.

Therefore, even the native spirit seers of the Dream Realm probably have no way of knowing about the existence of the contract, since that thing is what binds and restrains the gods of the Dream Realm, and has little to do with the little spirit seers.

...

Yes, those mysterious white fireworks circulating on the Pohnpei Peninsula are actually the visionaries of the Dream Realm.

And it's just a projection; the reason it presents a "white firework" effect is because of the fluorescent effect of the semi-illusory projection at night.

For a visionary in the Dream Realm, traversing the Tomb of Sin and the Pans Canyon, and finally emerging from the ghoul's lair, would undoubtedly be a difficult task. The giants, demons, and ghouls along the way are not something an ordinary visionary could handle.

Projection is the safest and most reliable method.

Of course, facing Milo can only be considered "relatively safe," as the Knights of the Golden Law Temple have already suffered a severe blow once.

……

Milo walked in the shadows, approaching the projections from the dream world.

These visionaries are all quite strong, at least not comparable to newbies like Rebecca.

They possess a number of special techniques and abilities, and seem to be habitual adepts at bewitching people.

For some reason, they taught the spell that could link with R'lyeh to the natives of the reservation.

The oppressed souls of the natives were powerful enough to unleash a surge of emotion that resonated with the powerful being deep in the ocean.

This is the initial plan of the transgressing visionary.

...

Iloa Forest.

The projections of the specters floated above the dense forest.

Their appearance and clothing were quite different from the style of the modern world, and also different from the luxurious and dissolute style that Milo had seen in Os-Nargue. They were not the flamboyant medieval knight armor of the Temple of Law, but rather relatively understated and warm clothing.

Directly below these people was the only open area in the forest, where the indigenous people were gathered together performing a worship ceremony. They were bowing devoutly towards the direction of the sea, almost shouting the name of that distant and deep underwater kingdom at the top of their lungs, hoping for salvation. Their voices were sorrowful and terrifying, as if they were telling the story of all the suffering their entire people had endured.

However, compared to the somber atmosphere of the ceremony taking place on the ground below, the conversations among these psychics suspended in the air seemed quite relaxed, even carrying a hint of academic research.

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"There couldn't be a more beautiful call than this, could there?"

"Your judgment was indeed correct. Only a sufficiently tragic fate could enable these weak and insignificant souls to resonate with the powerful Old One."

"That's strange. If I remember correctly, those who were rumored to be able to communicate with the Ancient One trapped in R'lyeh through dreams were all highly accomplished artists, weren't they?"

Have you forgotten what the source of inspiration for artistic creation is?

"What is it?"

"It's a tragic fate."

"really."

"From this perspective, it's not only artists who have the opportunity to witness the glory of the past; ultimately, the most crucial factor is whether a soul has suffered sufficiently painful torture."

"Do you think the progress is so slow because these natives haven't suffered enough? If it drags on like this, other colleagues might find out."

"Then what should we do? Should we inflict some pain on them?"

(End of this chapter)