Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 580 Prologue
On the preserved land, when the souls of the natives were first accepted by the one deep within the R'lyeh mansion, when those unseen figures trod across the muddy beach, leaving a trail of eerie footprints as they entered the deep sea, far away on the west coast of the Pohnpei Peninsula, in the cellar of the jazz estate, the Deep One, already tormented beyond recognition by Raffles, suddenly began to breathe rapidly.

It seemed to have awakened from a nightmare; its two bulging eyes, besides being filled with ferocious bloodshot veins, were brimming with complex emotions that defied description, a mixture of piety and horror, fear and resentment. It seemed to sense something was quietly unfolding, something it was utterly powerless to stop.

The Deep One huddled in the corner, struggling frantically, emitting low, sobbing moans. Its limbs were firmly chained by Raffles, rendering it unable to move, yet it kept slamming its head against the rough, hard wall until its flesh tore open and blood splattered everywhere.

This bizarre scene made Rebecca frown.

Because the blood splattered from the Deep One was almost splashing onto her, Rebecca instinctively took a step back.

But as she retreated, she felt something blocking her path behind her, as if her back had bumped into a thick but not particularly hard wall...

Rebecca initially thought it was the perverted Raffles hiding behind her.

But the next second she found that Raffles was standing to her side, "bathing" in the blood splattering from the Deep Ones. The bloody scene seemed to stimulate his nerves to some extent, because the pleasure was already undisguised on his face.

What sent chills down Rebecca's spine was that Raffles was facing away from the Deep Ones in the corner.

His already pale face displayed a bizarre expression somewhere between excitement and madness, and a portable camera had somehow appeared in his hand, which he held in front of his chest with a very professional touch, the lens pointed at Rebecca.

No, to be precise, the camera was focused on something behind Rebecca's neck...

...

"It's here again, it's here again...hehe..."

Raffles' fingers trembled as he pressed the shutter.

Click!

The dark, gloomy cellar was suddenly filled with a blinding flash of light.

……

...

Reserved land.

The beach on the east bank is now covered with the footprints left by souls who have silently passed by.

The sea breeze here began to become less noisy, and eventually it calmed down completely. On the sea, it was hard to find even a noticeable ripple, let alone waves.

The air here seemed to have frozen, and a solemn, dignified, and ancient aura was slowly rising from the depths of the gloomy sea.

Milo had experienced a similar atmosphere in the ancient Ikham Mountains and the desolate Sin's Tomb complex.

Unlike the filth of the Iqm wilderness, this silent sea was neither murky nor menacing, unlike the graves of Sin, which hold countless forgotten souls.

It was an indescribable quality, perhaps a long-forgotten sanctity? No, that's still not quite right.

...

Although no terrifying creatures thousands of feet tall appeared on the sea surface at this moment, the aura and sense of oppression that the seawater conveyed to Milo was far more powerful than the aura he felt when he witnessed the giant tentacle creature rising from the sea surface on the Church Bridge.

Don't forget that when Miloko witnessed the vision on the Church Bridge, he hadn't yet joined the Shadow Order.

Ultimately, it was just a fabricated illusion created by Imnar.

At this moment, Milo was truly enveloped in the aura of that ancient being. He was separated from the oldest and most powerful Great Old One in the legends of the Deepsea Mansion by only a stretch of seawater. Even though the Great Old One had not yet awakened from its slumber, the mere sound of its rising and falling breaths was enough to silence all the creatures around it. Only the souls accepted by the Great Old One could enter its dream world and see that bizarre and wonderful city.

……

As night was about to fall, the chanting ceremony was nearly interrupted when signs appeared that the souls that had been led to the deep sea were returning.

Because Chandler's "partners" were about to project from the Dream Realm again, Chandler didn't want them to discover that he was secretly doing this. So he planned to return to the Dream Realm, meet up with the others, and then project again, using an incomplete version of the spell to fool them for another night.

But Milo didn't have the patience to play along with his act.

Chandler had barely conceived the idea when Milo nipped it in the bud.

His spirit only showed a brief moment of confusion before regaining its composure and continuing the indigenous chanting ritual.

More and more indigenous people are being drawn into the deep sea of ​​R'lyeh.

……

Milo sat on the rocks by the coast the entire time.

Apart from occasionally sipping a whiskey infused with fear, he devoted most of his energy to the forest where the peninsula meets the sea.

As time went on, Milo could clearly sense that the familiar auras that had been lingering around the peninsula were approaching this area. These included the smoke of Solomon, the stench of the Deep Ones, the blood of the Hunters, and even the unique stench of the Cainhursts, as well as the followers and kin of the other major factions and heretical orders.

That means that Raven and Tutis Crow were watching this place from the shadows somewhere in the waters surrounding the island.

They all believed themselves to be the oriole behind the mantis.

As Milo had previously predicted, these two old foxes were still eyeing the "Snail City Text" in R'lyeh. Once the complete text appeared on land, it would be the start of this chaotic hunting war.

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

The ancient incantation still echoed over the open land to the east of the Iloa Forest. Night had completely fallen, with only a sliver of the setting sun remaining on the distant horizon where it met the sea, like a long, thin, burning thread.

Before long, the outlines of sails appeared on the "firelight" emanating from the thin lines.

The sailboat gradually approached the coastline.

Even though it was late, Milo could still clearly recognize the distinctive oriental style of these boats.

For a fleeting moment, a complex emotion welled up within Milo. It was about that world he called "home," which now seemed incredibly distant, even somewhat illusory.

Because the sails of these merchant ships that have come from afar are printed with a script that was once engraved deep in Milo's soul—Chinese characters.

However, he quickly pulled his thoughts out of that momentary daze.

Milo told himself over and over that the world of the past was completely gone, and the place where these ships left port had nothing to do with his hometown in his memory. He should not have any vain fantasies about this.

Of course, the main reason for pulling my thoughts back was tonight's hunting battle.

When those merchant ships from the Far East, their sails emblazoned with ancient Chinese characters, were still a short distance from the shore, it was the seawater along the coast that first rang out with the sounds of battle.

What's most puzzling is that both sides moved freely in the icy seawater like dragons.

They were all deep-sea divers!
"Now it's interesting."

Upon noticing this, Milo immediately wore a playful smile.

What kind of show is this now?

Are the Deep Ones fighting amongst themselves?
...

The truth is, a bloody battle is currently raging in the coastal waters. These races, rumored to be immortal, are raising their claws and scythes to ruthlessly kill their own kind.

Countless figures covered in slime and mud darted swiftly through the shallow waters outside the beach, transforming into terrifying hunters in the water, cruelly reaping the lives of their own kind.

Soon, the seawater in this entire area became murky...

Besides the seabed silt stirred up by the deep-sea divers, much of it was caused by the blood left behind in the battle.

……

Even ordinary psychics would be puzzled by what they saw.

Perhaps it is thought that the deep-sea divers were under some kind of mental control, which led to this bloody battle indiscriminately fought between friend and foe.

But Milo, sitting on the shore, could see it all clearly.

These deep-sea divers were neither insane nor indiscriminate in their dealings with friend or foe.

This underwater battle is divided into two very clear camps; both sides are deep-sea divers, but they belong to different camps.

Although they look similar and have no obvious differences in ability or combat power, it is certain that there are some differences in their bloodlines, and as for their beliefs, they are definitely diametrically opposed.

...

Who says the Deep Ones can only serve the Great Glorious? Serve R'lyeh?
If you put it in a certain era, then this would be considered a prejudice.

Just as countless belief systems, followers, and clans have emerged within the vast human race, Deep Ones can also serve different denominations.

……

Although this battle came very suddenly.

But it is almost certain that, in addition to the Deep Ones, who are native to R'lyeh, the other side in the battle was another tribe that had come to this place from the Far East with those merchant ships.

Looking back on all his previous experiences, the only Eastern element that Milo encountered on Pohnpei Island was probably the half-face of a young girl submerged in the seawater.

He rubbed his hands together and muttered to himself:

"Perhaps they're from the same camp?"

...

However, reality did not give him room for deep thought.

The bloody and chaotic battle at sea had only just begun when strange noises also began to emanate from the Iloa Forest on land.

It was the legendary white fireworks.

These are the visionaries projected from the Dream Realm.

They had barely stepped into the world of consciousness and discovered Chandler's infidelity when, in the next instant, one of them was swooped down from the sky by a huge, grayish-white monster that pounced out of the forest.

Screams then came from the dense forest.

"ah----!!!"

(End of this chapter)