Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 581 Arrivals
This person is an old acquaintance.

It has a huge, long body like a giant praying mantis, a large exoskeleton and ferocious bone spurs, as well as its iconic huge head and the countless eyeballs covering its scalp.

The scalp of that enormous head is now covered with rough hair, some of which grows directly from the eyes. Anyone who looks closely at it will get goosebumps.

But there's no need for a close look; just by looking at its massive body and pale skin, Milo can immediately recognize this terrifying creature carrying raven blood.

A mixed-race person born in the town of Icom in Galid.

……

It grabbed the phantom of one of the Dream Realm Spirit Visors with its enormous claws and dragged him into the forest, slicing him apart.

The unfortunate projection instantly vanished into thin air.

The hybrid didn't have the same orderly means as Milo to penetrate barriers and kill the projected entity, so the Spirit Visionist who was torn to pieces by it was still alive and well in the Dream Realm, although the trauma to his soul was enough to give him a hard time.

This one-sided slaughter has only just begun.

After the hybrid crushed the projection of the psychic, the others floating above the Eloa Forest were instantly gripped by terror.

They screamed, wanting to end their projection journey and return to the dream world.

"Retreat...retreat quickly...!"

"What kind of creature is that...!!"

"what--"

Soon, a second victim was born.

In the Eloa jungle, the phantom of a visionary was torn apart again. The shattered spirit transformed into countless devastating white fragments in the darkness, which were then scattered by the breeze.

It seems that the Visionaries need to make contact with the other side through some complicated means before they can end the projection and return to the Dream Realm, while the hybrids' killing speed is terrifying in comparison.

Screams echoed one after another from the jungle.

It must be said that the voices of the Visionary are loud, even at times drowning out the noise of the Deep Ones fighting on the surface of the sea.

...

Meanwhile, in the middle of the two battlefields of carnage, Milo remained in a state of tranquility, calmly enjoying the sea breeze and savoring the newly collected fears of the Visibles in his flask.

After each sip, he would make a satisfying "ah~" sound.

……

The successful introduction of the native's soul into R'lyeh was like igniting a fuse, triggering a series of bloody events.

If Milo hadn't shown up, it's unclear how long this stalemate would have lasted.

Now that the hybrid has sacrificed himself, the hunter organization led by Monquia and the raven behind them should be next soon.

...

Within minutes, none of the scattered phantoms of the Spirit Visors survived; they all perished under the hybrid's claws and bone spikes, turning into a firework blooming in the night jungle.

The only remaining person was Chandler, the mastermind behind the theft of the "Snail City Text".

This guy didn't let out a terrified scream like the others.

They did not flee in panic.

He just stood there, stunned.

At this moment, the hybrid who had dealt with all the other phantoms of the Spirit Visors was slowly emerging from the dense forest, approaching Chandler.

Even Chandler's tiny figure was overshadowed by the hybrid's presence.

But he seemed to be in a state of mental confusion, or perhaps he had already resigned himself to his fate.

He stared blankly at the family crest in his hand, uttering incoherent words that no one could understand, such as "a family abandoned by the gods," "the terrible consequences of pursuing the scriptures," and "the curse of the clairvoyant"—these were all ravings of madness.

He did not ask Milo for help.

Perhaps Chandler himself knew that he had fallen into a huge vortex. In this game, his mission was complete, and no one cared about his life or death. Perhaps what he needed to consider now was how to bury those guys who coveted his hard-earned achievements in the ground after returning to the Dreamland.

It's probably because most of the fears deep in his soul have already been swallowed by Milo mixed with whiskey.

Chandler didn't utter a sound of pain until the hybrid's claws tore him to pieces.

Thus, the party that initially initiated the plot to seize the "Snail Annihilation City Text" became the first to withdraw after the major conflict.

The real drama is yet to come.

...

After the hybrid tore apart Chandler's phantom, it immediately noticed Milo sitting leisurely by the sea.

The fear that was deeply rooted in its memory was instantly awakened.

For it, Milo is the source of fear, somewhat like a childhood trauma. It's not entirely because of the near-death experience in Ikham a few years ago, but more so because of the advancement of Milo's life sequence and the self-constructed imagination of hybridization during its growth.

So much so that even now, several times stronger than before, it still dares not even glance at Milo.

And so the enormous monster, which had killed several projections of the Spirit Visors, retreated sullenly into the shadows of the Iloa Forest, not daring to utter a sound.

...

Milo ignored it; the creature was just one of Raven's many killing tools. He was now waiting for the natives who had entered R'lyeh to return.

To Milo's slight surprise, the final outcome of the battle on the sea was that the group of deep-sea divers from the Far East emerged victorious.

After the native deep-sea divers dragged the mangled limbs of their kin back to the deep sea in a sorry state, the Eastern merchant ships that had been lingering in the nearshore waters gradually came ashore.

The rolling seawater swept the remains of some dead deep-sea divers onto the beach.

This also includes the victorious Deep Ones.

Milo noticed that the corpses had clear Eastern characters tattooed under their armpits.

But when he saw the details of the tattoo, he almost burst out laughing.

"Pfft... What the hell is this big fat woman...?"

Milo was unaware that this cult also had the relatively elegant title of "Swelling Woman." Perhaps due to language barriers and cultural differences, the four large characters tattooed on the skin of their followers were indeed the very down-to-earth "Big Fat Woman."

……

Just as the Far East merchant ships had all docked, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the distant sea.

The sound was like something enormous was rising from beneath the water, similar to a whale's tail fin lifting the surface as it rolls through the water...

The waves caused the seawater to flood half of the beach again, almost wetting Milo's trouser legs.

Knowing what was announcing his arrival, Milo simply raised his feet slightly in silence.

On the contrary, the people on the merchant ships were in a complete mess.

However, apart from that wave, there was no other movement on the sea, so quiet that it was as if the loud noise just now was an illusion.

What successfully drew Milo's attention next was the activity on the Iloa Forest side of the shore.

The first thing that wafted over was a putrid, decaying smell. Milo was all too familiar with that smell; it originated from a forbidden race on the northwestern plains of the continent, a species that had not evolved naturally—the vampires.

As the pungent smell appeared, many eyes with eerie glows appeared on the slopes of the canyon that surrounded the Iloa Forest.

That was the gaze of a Cainhurst.

(End of this chapter)