Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 582 Visitors from the Far East
This is clearly Klaue's camp.

Cainhurst originated from the blood of the Old Gods that the first Covenant scholars unearthed from the ruins of Pumeru. That blood was split in two, and the pale blood, considered tainted, was taken from the Church and ultimately created the bloodthirsty, undead race of Cainhurst.

As one of the original members of the Contract Organization, it is impossible to verify how many secret plans he participated in during those long-forgotten years. However, it is certain that he has intricate connections with the origin of the vampires, which is why he is now able to control this race to a great extent. Previously, in Nanwei City, many vampires had appeared on the battlefield of his resurrection ceremony, as well as the vampire spirit seer killed by Milo. They all served Crow.

So it's not surprising that he's now appearing in overseas colonies.

……

The appearance of the vampires caused a frenzied commotion in the forest, a low growl emanating from the hybrids.

Milo noticed that a very few of the vampires lingering above the slope had already touched the outline of vision, and could even be considered visioners.

In addition, behind the dark aura of the vampires, there are other clans with different belief systems.

It's hard to imagine how Klaue managed to persuade these seemingly unrelated Dark Inhabitants to come together.

Furthermore, Milo had assumed that the Pohnpei Peninsula, being Solomon territory, should be firmly under the control of the Ravens.

But now it seems that the ravens have intentionally relinquished control, otherwise so many of their kin wouldn't have poured into Pohnpei. Only the three hunters disguised as natives who infiltrated the reservation are left to keep watch.

……

At this moment, the uneven but mournful chanting of incantations on the ground became the background music for this battle between evils.

The clan's goal was very clear: to completely control the entire reservation.

Undoubtedly, another purpose of Crow's trip was to use the tragic souls of these natives to "salvage" the "Snail City Text" from the bottom of the sea.

As for Raven, whether he fled here out of fear of Crow or for some other reason is unknown. But based on Milo's understanding of Raven, he would never give in easily. After all, when a large number of Families appeared in Nanwei City, he sent hunters such as Monquia on a long-distance hunt. How could he be scared away by a mere group of Families?

With this in mind, Milo seemed to understand what was going on with these merchant ships from the Far East in the coastal waters.

The hunters were slow to appear, but the "Big Fat Woman" cult was already in a standoff with the familia-led clan.

One side is on land, the other at sea.

What they are fighting for is precisely the indigenous reservation sandwiched in the middle.

……

How ironic…

Milo remarked.

In the colonies, the indigenous people, whose living space had been infinitely compressed, were now like hot commodities, the object of everyone's scramble.

But despite this, the two sides were merely vying for the "right to send off the indigenous people at their funerals."

So a world where only the indigenous people are injured is thus achieved.

"How miserable."

Milo shook his head.

He continued to sit on the rocks by the sea, watching the game played by Raven and Crow.

From the Deep Ones' civil war to the collective "repatriation" of the Dream Realm's Spirit Visors, to the upcoming battle between the Familias and the Far East Visitors, the fighting continues one after another, but neither of the masterminds has ever shown their faces.

Milo could only continue to wait patiently.

The two sides fighting over the indigenous people's "funeral rights" quickly came to blows.

The clansmen surged down the canyon slope like ghosts.

To the naked eye, from a distance, one can only see many eyes emitting a terrifying green light rapidly moving downwards in the shadow of a huge, dark canyon.

As for the Far East ships that docked, although they were indeed merchant ships, the decks and the cannons and other weapons arranged on both sides of the ships were quite complete.

After they lined up on the shore, the first cannon shot rang out, followed by countless whooshing sounds as they flew overhead, their target the Iloa Forest.

Is this a battle between technology and mysterious creatures? I don't know.

The Far East camp indiscriminately bombed all creatures in the forest, naturally without considering the fate of the hybrids hiding among them.

However, it's likely that these black powder cannons, with their limited destructive power, would be unlikely to inflict effective damage on hybrids.

After all, the most advanced product of the world's military industrial development was the thing Emma had created, and a few years ago, hybrids could already withstand close-range nitroglycerin without dying.

Even the bombardment with gunpowder might not be enough to stop the vampires from advancing, after all, they are a group of dark creatures known as "immortal".

Thus, the main purpose of a barrage of artillery fire was simply to turn the Iloa Forest into a sea of ​​fire.

Some of the stronger vampires managed to survive the inferno by feeding on the blood of other heretical members of their faction.

They are not far from the location of the indigenous reservation.

……

At this moment, the Far Eastern ships that had reached the shore finally lowered their landing boards and rope ladders to the reef. Soon after, many fully armed Easterners rushed ashore. They bypassed the reservation, set up long guns, and formed a blockade line as quickly as possible.

To Milo's slight surprise, these people were equipped with high-level weapons and had excellent combat skills; their marksmanship alone was enough to put most law enforcement officers in Nanwei City to shame.

Most importantly, they showed no fear whatsoever when faced with the undead races that emerged from the sea of ​​fire.

Milo thought his flask would soon be filled with fear, but when he looked down, he realized that he hadn't collected much new fear.
“That’s strange.” Milo took a thoughtful sip, savoring the taste of the fear from the Far East.

The clash between modern firearms and the blood of the ancient gods unfolds on the forest-facing side of the reserve.

The endless stream of Easterners urging each other on as they poured off the merchant ships ran past Milo, seemingly oblivious to his presence. However, the last person to emerge from the cabin, leaning on his cane, slowly made his way ashore and stopped beside the rock where Milo had been sitting.

Milo turned around with interest and looked at the slightly overweight middle-aged man.

Although the other person had a slightly fierce appearance, his behavior was quite elegant and polite. He was wearing a white linen suit, and his shiny leather shoes seemed out of place on this damp and dirty beach.

When their eyes met, his first reaction was to pull out a high-end cigarette wrapped in leather from his inside suit pocket and offer it to Milo, politely introducing himself in slightly accented Spanish:
"My name is He Fang."

...

The man didn't seem to have anything else unusual about him, but the fact that he could see and look directly at Milo was enough to prove his extraordinary nature.

Milo waved the cigarette offered to him, saying, "I've quit, thank you."

He Fang nodded calmly and lit a cigarette in her mouth.

The two did not engage in any unnecessary pleasantries or small talk, but instead turned their gazes to the battlefield in front of them where humans and ghosts were fighting.

...

"Did Raven send you?"

This time, Milo used a language he hadn't spoken in many years—his mother tongue.

He Fang looked surprised upon hearing this, then smiled and shook her head: "Of course not, I'm here to settle accounts with him."

“But your behavior doesn’t seem like you’re here to settle scores.” Milo raised his head and gestured with his chin toward the battlefield ahead.

It seems this visitor from the Far East is not very familiar with the current situation.

However, He Fang didn't seem very interested in the conflict here, nor did she intend to find out what was happening on the Pohnpei Peninsula through Milo. Instead, she spoke to herself:
"I act in accordance with the will of the Ancient Mother, and I do not care whether I have helped or harmed the Raven."

“Ancient Mother…” Milo turned his head and glanced at the tattoos on the Deep One’s body that had died earlier on the beach: “The big fat woman?”

He Fang seemed very reluctant to talk about tattoos. Instead of answering Milo, he said, "One of my merchant ships, fully loaded with goods, was intercepted in this sea. Countless crew members were killed or injured. Ravens blasphemed my ancient mother by torturing my followers, so I came."

Milo narrowed his eyes slightly.

He now knew what the girl's face with the half-closed folding fan he had seen in the sea not long ago was.

The raven had blasphemed the object of the cult's faith, so the cult sent down guidance, instructing He Fang to act on its behalf.

But somehow, what He Fang was ordered to do ended up helping Raven instead.

The secret here is probably known only to the raven and the old woman known as the "big fat woman".

Looking back, it was this ancient mother who had previously prevented the souls of the natives from entering R'lyeh, making it even more unclear what her purpose was.

“You should know that those things swooping down from above aren’t from the Raven faction, right?” Milo reminded him.

But He Fang stubbornly shook her head: "I will only do as Mother Gu says."

“Your ancient mother is quite strange too.” Milo shrugged.

However, He Fang did not show any displeasure at Milo's disrespectful words. Instead, she said something meaningful:
"The Ancient Mother did not want that innocent girl to be forever trapped in the abyss."

Upon hearing this, Milo turned to look at He Fang with slight surprise.

Just then, a heavy, solid cone-shaped shell, hurtling from the south coast of the Pohnpei Peninsula, ripped through the night and hurtled straight toward Milo and He Fang's location.

Clearly, the earlier discussions about bombing the Far East merchant ships had successfully prompted the Solomon Islands to station troops on the peninsula.

This shell came from the Solomon warship.

bang——

However, the shells did not carve a large crater in the beach.

The sound was just a low, muffled thud.

The heavy, solid shell stopped in mid-air about ten centimeters from the back of He Fang's head.

The enormous impact was intercepted and neutralized.

The shockwave spread outwards from the two of them, causing ripples on the damp beach.

Only Milo and He Fang remained unmoved.

...

At that moment, Milo seemed to see a fat, huge, illusory body blocking He Fang's path, stopping the cannonballs.

That was the outline of a body, utterly distorted and blasphemous.

Just as the tattoo on this member of the Eastern Order described, she was a large, obese woman with a bloated figure.

However, its human limbs have been replaced by some ferocious and terrifying tentacles.

...

Within the silhouette of that massive, grayish-yellow body, Milo once again saw the face of that sinister Eastern girl, with the same beautiful features and the same alluring eyes, only this time it was even more blurry.

As for the grayish-yellow outline that Milo had previously thought was just a background, he finally saw it clearly now. It was a huge body that was extremely incongruous with the girl's face. The layers of fat and the strong visual illusion made it easy to think that it was a background cloth for the girl's face, but in fact it was her body.

"Your tattoos are quite fitting."

(End of this chapter)