Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 584 Washing Machine Water
In the blink of an eye, the sea was filled with the wreckage of warships.

Reality isn't a fairy tale; there are no dramatic scenes of humans bravely battling sea monsters. The so-called naval battle was already over the moment it began. The Far East fleet and the Solomon forces stationed at Pohnpei were utterly helpless against the Great Kun, due to the insurmountable difference in their life levels. Perhaps the combined firepower of the two fleets could raze a city to the ground in a short time, but the Great Kun, with its long lifespan, had undoubtedly witnessed firepower countless times stronger than that from the vanished human civilization.

...

The tangible fear that had been building up inside the wine jug finally stopped churning at this moment, because the vast majority of people on the ship were dead.

After the mountain-like tail fin of the Da Gun swept across the beach, He Fang's fleet was almost wiped out.

The coastal area of ​​the indigenous reserve has been completely transformed, with countless pieces of ship debris and human remains mixed on the muddy beaches.

On the other side, Solomon's army also gained no advantage.

Their artillery fire couldn't leave any mark on the rough skin of the Dagun; the price was that they perished in the shallow waters along with their ships.

Even Sir Stamford Raffles, the leader of the fleet, did not survive.

...

Only a few remaining members of the swollen female friars, clinging to their last breaths, dragged their bloodied and mangled bodies ashore.

Behind the curtain of rain formed by the towering waves once again unleashed by the Great Deity, a gigantic eye, comparable to a building, hovered before everyone, occupying almost two-thirds of the ordinary person's field of vision. This scene could crush the last shred of reason in any weak soul, for it was truly "a gaze upon a god."

In this oppressive scene, the person closest to the terrifying beastly eyes behind the rain curtain was He Fang, an Eastern merchant dressed in a white linen suit.

At this moment, he was facing the enormous beast in the sea, whose outline was so large that it could not be fully seen, and made a gesture with his hands raised high, the meaning of which was unclear.

On a beach littered with severed limbs, his inexplicable actions made the scene seem even more sinister.

……

The fate of the naval fleet was entirely within Milo's expectations.

What he was more interested in seeing was whether that man from the East had the ability to fight against the followers of R'lyeh in the sea.

At least let's show the depth of the Swelling Women's Order.

To Milo's slight disappointment, after killing the Deep Ones who worshipped the Bloated Daughter and destroying the naval fleet, the Great Gourd's enormous body and ferocious claws did not continue to attack the land.

Even though He Fang was right next to it, it could kill him with the slightest movement.

...

"I thought I would be able to witness a good show of old rivalries."

Milo shook his head with a slight hint of regret.

"Was that man also from the past?" Rebecca asked, puzzled.

“Maybe not, but at least he’s gained that fat woman’s approval.” Milo stared at the back of the slightly overweight man in the distance.

At this moment, He Fang maintained the gesture of raising both hands.

Although they were quite far apart, Milo and Rebecca could still hear He Fang shouting something in an ancient Eastern language.

His voice was loud and clear enough, but it was still hard to hear clearly amidst the noise of the falling rain, mainly because of the somewhat out-of-place Eastern language in the current field.

Milo was perhaps the only one present who clearly heard and understood what He Fang was saying.

He Fang shouted loudly, "Praise the Blood Moon!"

"Blood Moon?..."

Milo frowned slightly.

This word was not unfamiliar to him.

As Daisy once mentioned, the three things the Monsieurs coveted were the Eye of Thinking, the Son of Death, Mego, and "the Enlightenment of the Moon".

The moon here must be related to the moon He Fang mentioned.

Perhaps it's simply a different way of expressing different doctrines.

However, Daisy's way of referring to it was clearly more subtle and ambiguous, while He Fang's use of "blood moon" more directly foreshadowed something bad.

He claimed to be the executor of the ancient mother's will and to know the story of "the innocent girl falling into the abyss".

This includes the phantom of the swollen woman intercepting the souls of the natives, preventing them from entering R'lyeh.

All signs suggest that the Swelling Maidens' Order is not simply a tool "tricked" by the raven; this ancient mother, little known in the Western lands, is intricately connected to everything that is about to happen here.

……

"It seems...it seems unwilling to approach the land."

Soon, Rebecca also noticed the strangeness of the sea monster.

After easily sweeping away all the warships, the massive body of the Great Gon undulated and lingered in the dark sea, but showed no intention of approaching the land. It submerged most of its body in the seawater, leaving only its towering back on the surface, swimming back and forth around the southeastern waters of Pohnpei Island.

This seems to be yet another unusual move that is difficult to explain.

That's because everyone is trapped in the low-lying reserve, making it difficult to see the whole picture.

If one were to move to the towering mountains to the west and look down once more upon this indigenous reserve planned by the Solomon, the view would be completely clear.

……

The reserve is located in the eastern canyon, where two large slopes completely block the western side. Below is the dense Iloa rainforest, and further ahead, the area where the river flows into the sea is the camp of the indigenous people.

Every tree and blade of grass here looks perfectly normal, but the rivers flowing into the sea and the outlines of the canyon mountains subtly form a harmonious combination, with traces of human constructions clearly visible.

All of this, hidden in the darkness and shadows, was fully exposed after the Iloa Forest was bombarded and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

A bird's-eye view.

The burning Iloa Forest seemed to have triggered some kind of taboo rule in the heart of the reserve.

The outlines of the mountains and the paths of the rivers—all the hidden lines were illuminated.

This reserve, which was planned to reduce the living space of indigenous people, became a giant totem after being lit up in the night.

To be more precise, it should be called an "old seal".

The entire site has been artificially "carved" with the distinctive five-pointed star totem of the old Indians.

The old seal only began to function after the Eloa Forest was set ablaze and the core runes were fully exposed.

...

"The old seal is an old friend."

Milo squinted at the sea of ​​fire in the distance.

There is no doubt that this was a plan laid out by the raven long ago.

Although there are still no hunters' saws or ravens on the Pohnpei Peninsula at this moment, they have already prepared all the necessary "hospitality".

The reason why Da Gun dared not, or rather was unwilling to, approach the land was precisely because of this huge, burning old seal totem before him.

According to traditional beliefs, old seals primarily served a "disgusting" purpose for ancient beings.

A human holding up the Old Seal to face the ruler is roughly like a dog holding a mop covered in poop facing a human. The Old Seal is that mop covered in poop; it doesn't have much killing power, but it's disgusting enough.

For Dagun right now, the reservation is like a giant cesspool, and the Solomon, the Bloated Women's Order, their families, the natives, and all of humanity, including Mylorbekah, are essentially wallowing in it.

…The above is a summary of the extracurricular knowledge lesson on psychics that Milo gave to Rebecca.

"Okay, I understand."

Rebecca quickly said that she completely understood what Milo was trying to say.

If she hadn't stopped him in time, she really didn't know what other strange and wonderful metaphors Milo might have come up with.

In short, the story of rolling around in the cesspool is enough for Rebecca to savor for a while.

...

The Pohnpei Peninsula is becoming increasingly lively.

The silhouette of a giant spine on the sea…

The beach was littered with severed limbs and ship debris…

A strange white-clad Easterner…

Behind them, the indigenous people tirelessly chanted incantations around the altar…

The monastic order and their respective clans had already entered a fierce close-quarters battle...

The backdrop is the Iloa Forest, the heart of the Old Indian Empire, now ablaze...

……

Burnt, bloody, putrid, and rotten smells—a complex mix of indescribable odors—mingled in the air, enveloped by the chanting of R'lyeh's incantation and hanging over everyone's heads.

It's unclear when exactly, but the members of the Swelling Maidens' Order and the hybrids have become allies, fighting together against the kin who traverse the Iloa Forest.

Bloody battles involving dismemberment and piercing unfolded before the backdrop of flames.

Compared to the battlefield, the atmosphere on this side of the sea was so quiet.

Milo, He Fang, and Raven and Crow, whose whereabouts were currently unknown, were all watching the muddy beach.

Everyone is waiting for a signal.

Waiting for the return of indigenous people to appear on the beach.

Once the souls of the indigenous people return from the seabed, those who are meant to appear will naturally appear.

...

"See those swollen female nuns? Don't you think their melee weapons look familiar?"

As Rebecca stared blankly at the deep sea, Milo turned her head back to face the battlefield in front of the Iloa Forest on the west side of the peninsula.

"A dummy weapon?" Rebecca instinctively reached for the combination bow and blade at her waist.

“Yes.” Milo nodded.

"Should I go help them?" Rebecca looked up at Milo.

She didn't know when it started, but she had completely forgotten the superior-subordinate relationship between herself and Milo in the law enforcement system, and now she would subconsciously ask Milo about the operation more often.

"of course not."

Milo shook his head matter-of-factly and said, "What are you thinking? I'm just reminding you to pick up any weapons you fancy after they've finished fighting."

"..." Rebecca's brow furrowed. "So that's the main point?"

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the other side of the sea...

Milo reached out and turned her face back to normal once more, saying in a relaxed tone:

"Let me tell you a story. I once took in a stray kitten, but perhaps because of some bad experiences, it was always very wary of me. It would never drink a drop of the goat milk powder I made for it, and instead, it would always run to the balcony to drink the washing machine water."

Rebecca nodded, waiting for what was to come.

But after waiting for six or seven seconds, Milo still didn't continue speaking.

She shrugged: "That's it?"

“You’re done talking?” Milo nodded.

"So what is a washing machine?" Rebecca completely missed the point of Milo's question.

“Hmm… It’s 1839 now…” Milo counted on his fingers: “Twenty years from now, a Hamiltonian will invent this thing on the other side of the ocean. If nothing unexpected happens, of course it might not be called Hamilton, but that’s not the point. The point is, the water from the washing machine is not drinkable, you know what I mean? Only goat’s milk is nutritious. That kitten should slowly learn to get over its terrible childhood experiences so that it can grow up healthily.”

"You're really not suited to storytelling."

Rebecca's lips twitched twice, then she shook her head:

"You're overthinking it, and I'm not a kitten."

Milo grinned: "Yes, you are Little Butterfly."

Rebecca is much gentler now than when we first met. It's probably only when Milo mentions the not-so-elegant nickname "Little Butterfly" that she can get that murderous look in her eyes.

For a moment, Milo felt that the proud, stubborn, long-haired Rebecca from before had returned.

Even though those scenes happened less than two years ago, they already feel like they're a distant memory.

...

Rebecca's angry glare lasted only a moment before her attention was quickly drawn to the large scythe gleaming with icy light at Milo's waist.

“The hunter’s knife is gleaming,” she reminded Milo.

Milo simply nodded, gazing at the distant horizon, and said softly, "It sensed its master."

...

It's far up in the canyon.

The last remaining member of the kin who hesitated was cut in half at the waist by the iconic hunter's weapon, the meat saw.

After the fallen members of the clan, rows of ghostly figures gradually emerged from the shadows behind them. These were the hunters, the top-notch killing tools that the ravens had trained in their overseas colonies over the years.

Previously, Raven must have used some special concealment method to prevent Milo, a member of the Shadow Old Ones, from pinpointing the exact location of these hunters around the island. But this is not surprising, considering that Raven possesses "Required Second Manual" and other scattered tomes; his knowledge of spells is definitely no less than Milo's.

...

Although they were far apart, Milo could clearly sense that there were many psychics among those shadowy hunters, not just Monquia.

……

With the arrival of hunters, this indigenous reservation has become the domain of the ravens.

They tread on old footprints and hold top-of-the-line cold and hot weapons.

In areas they had previously refused to set foot in, those members of the Crow family who had served Crow had now truly sold their lives.

...

Moreover, the appearance of the hunters caused a gray-green sandstorm to sweep across the Pohnpei Peninsula.

As soon as that thing appeared, the vampires and the other members of the Dark Dwellers on the battlefield began to wail wildly.

(End of this chapter)