Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 585 Seeing a Ghost

“‘Suleiman dust,’ if I remember correctly.”

Milo squinted at the gray-green sandstorm sweeping toward the center of the battlefield in the distance, and uttered an unfamiliar term.

The clans that inherited the ancient, dark bloodline, and the Cainhurst people who evolved from the pale part of the blood of the old gods, all suffered severe decay the moment they touched these gray-green dust. An irreversible decay and death descended upon them.

Even the vampires, who are known as "immortal," cannot survive for more than ten seconds under the cover of a sandstorm.

The terrible sandstorm swept across the land like a locust swarm, leaving only puddles of foul-smelling slime on the ground.

Strangely, the members of the Swelling Maidens' Guild, who were also in the center of the battlefield, were unharmed. The strongest reaction among them was that they sneezed a few times because they had inhaled some powder into their mouths and noses, and that was all.

The gray-green dust that was highly toxic to the clansmen was completely harmless to ordinary people.

After all, the only difference between the monastery's followers and ordinary humans is the four large characters tattooed under their armpits.

Therefore, there is no need for the hunter to take action personally.

A sandstorm swept across the land and wiped out all the clansmen that Klaus had deployed on the peninsula.

...

At the beach, Milo glanced at the cloud of sand and looked around with interest.

He murmured to himself:
"It seems he really has mastered the complete Necronomicon, casting such a wide-range spell without even a shadow of a person in sight."

"Crow seems a bit overconfident. Does he really think he can accomplish anything with just a group of clansmen?"

"I feel like Raven is taking things a bit more seriously."

The gray-green dust that swept across the sky seemed to have some kind of self-awareness, gathering on the mountain ridge like a swarm of bees, spinning like a tornado, and continuously emitting a buzzing sound.

...

"So Klaue is the key, right?"

Rebecca asked Milo.

After Milo told the story about the washing machine water, Rebecca stopped looking at the sea and started looking around.

Judging from her posture, she'll probably pounce on him the moment she spots him.

"He certainly won't show himself casually, at least not before the raven appears."

Milo patted Rebecca on the shoulder, signaling her to relax.

“Yes, you said that Klaue is after Raven, so Raven is more important.” Rebecca nodded.

She'll probably pounce on the raven as soon as it shows its face.

Milo was too lazy to say anything more to her.

The situation on the Pohnpei Peninsula is now firmly in the hands of the ravens. Their clans have been wiped out in an instant, and the Swollen Maidens' Guild seems to have no intention of opposing the hunters. Even the Great Gourd, which is eyeing the island with predatory intent, is unwilling to set foot on the island.

At first glance, the "Snail City Text" seemed to be already in Raven's grasp.

But who is Crow?

The ghoul's lair alone contained more than a dozen "calendars" made from the tombstones of successive generations of Claubenlaw. As an old monster who could live for more than ten lifetimes and the founder of the Monsis school, he had far more tricks up his sleeve than the raven.

On the contrary, the fact that Raven had set up such a formation in advance and even dragged He Fang from the Far East into it all showed that he felt the pressure.

……

Monquea is just above the canyon slope in the distance.

At this moment, the large folding scythe behind Milo's waist was poised to strike.

But after he glared at them, they didn't dare to jump around anymore.

...

In the distance, He Fang, dressed in a suit and tie, was still standing by the sea, rambling on to the air and the seawater.

He had smoked one cigarette after another, and no one knew who he was talking to.

Just when the atmosphere at the scene froze.

A wave rose on the beach, which was covered with shipwrecks and pieces of corpses. As the tide slowly receded, the footprint of a naked person appeared on the damp sand.

Then came the second wave.

This time, it surged higher than the first wave, and after the wave receded, there was another footprint.

Then came the third wave, the fourth wave, the fifth wave...

More and more footprints appeared.

It's as if the waves are escorting some unseen people back to shore.

The footprints slowly spread towards the location of the native camp. ...

Everyone on the shore instinctively held their breath, as if afraid of scaring away the souls returning from the sea.

Almost at the same time that the footprints of the natives' souls returned to the camp area, directly in front of the Iloa Forest, the wild beast hybrid began to kneel on the ground and vomit violently.

It vomited out large amounts of soft tissue mucus mixed with bits of meat, bones, and various strange substances.

"Kouqu ——————————"

The nauseating stuff was thrown to the ground with a clatter.

The crimson substance looked like someone had been thrown into a meat grinder, three parts fat and seven parts lean, with cartilage still attached.

And this is indeed the case.

After the hybrid vomited everything up and left, wiping his mouth, the indescribable, bizarre lump of rotten flesh began to wriggle without warning.

The first structures to be supported are some of the rigid structures, and then the fine filaments that extend out slowly combine, bind, and stretch these structures together, followed by the formation of the nervous system, the circulatory system, and so on.

In less than a minute, a living person stood up from the rotting flesh.

This really is a "lump" of people...

...

Milo, standing some distance away, squinted and carefully examined the unfamiliar yet familiar figure.

After confirming that everything was correct, the expression on his face was priceless:
"Damn it, the son gave birth to a father."

……

The thing that the hybrid vomited up was a raven.

That indescribable thing "assembled" into a raven, complete with clothes, pants, a hat, glasses, and a cane.

This is clearly a technique found only in the Necronomicon.

The reason Milo needed to squint to make out the man was because he looked much older than the raven he remembered.

Milo only saw Raven in Karl's undead memories, which was three years after the Great Plague ended. At that time, the tall and thin Raven looked like a middle-aged man, or even younger.

But the raven standing in the clearing in front of the Iloa Forest now looked like an old man.

His upper body was somewhat hunched, his temples were gray, and his torso was very thin, almost skin and bones.

...

Despite the significant difference in appearance, it is certain that it is Raven himself.

Firstly, Milo had seen an older version of Tutis Claude, the mute old man who guarded the grave in the poor cemetery earlier. He was almost a carbon copy of the raven in the distance now, with those deep blue-green eyes that could be seen on the raven's face at any time.

Secondly, the first thing Raven did after "taking shape" was to gently adjust his hat and nod slightly in the direction of Milo and Rebecca, the body language of which was probably—"Finally, we meet."

……

Interestingly, Tutis Clau, who has lived for countless years, should be a young man at this time, while Raven, who is only a few decades old, looks old and frail.

This was Milo's first real encounter with the Raven in the same time and space.

Raven has always been like an inescapable shadow, following and shrouding Milo. Starting with Robben's murder, almost everything that happened to Milo can be linked to this person.

It was the two of them who initiated the process of psychic vision in this era through a conversation that should never have existed.

Today, they each possess the most crucial ancient texts and centuries-old mysteries that extend beyond the scope of those texts. Looking back, it's difficult to say who truly made whom.

……

At this moment, I gaze at the ravens from afar.

Milo remained silent and did not respond.

On the contrary, the energetic female chief of police beside him disappeared immediately after hearing Milo say, "The son gave birth to a father."

All those on the reserve could see was a shadow moving at incredible speed across the mottled ground, darting through the gaps between the rocks, the bushes, and the camp, heading straight for the raven's location, illuminated by the flickering firelight in the forest.

Her skills were absolutely agile. Her series of terrain maneuvers, combined with her powerful and beautiful figure, were enough to completely captivate the eyes of everyone present, young and old (provided that your eyes could keep up with her speed).

On the other hand, he was reckless, and truly reckless.

Milo said that with the setup Raven has created, even Crowburn wouldn't dare to enter the fray lightly.

But Rebecca, like a reckless fool, charged right through.

She's so reckless that it makes you wonder how she even survived to this point.

...

(End of this chapter)