Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 586 Silence
Ravens are the true masters of this entire peninsula.

Everyone present from the Monsis school would naturally protect him fiercely.

The closest species to the raven is the hybrid.

Almost at the same instant Rebecca moved, the hybrid's enormous, mantis-like body leaped high into the air and blocked Raven's path.

Behind him were a dark mass of hunters on the canyon slope.

Beneath their feet lay a giant, ancient imprint, its core formed by the burning Iloa Forest.

Further on the distant mountains, Suleiman dust continued to churn.

……

Speaking of which, even He Fang, who had previously vowed to settle scores with Raven, could only stand on the shore with his hands in his pockets, pretending to admire the scenery, showing no intention of going over to settle scores. His fleet had been crushed by the giant beast, and the only people left on the shore were these few. And he wasn't blind; among the hunters behind Raven were several clairvoyant...

Surprisingly, Rebecca charged forward and actually made it to the edge of the Eloa Forest.

She even easily dodged the mixed-breed's sweeping claws.

She instantly adjusted her center of gravity, switching from a diving posture to a sliding tackle.

The moment she lowered her body, it felt as if the air above her head was about to be torn apart by the hybrid's claws.

This is not over yet.

While avoiding the hybrid's interception, Rebecca's shadow rolled forward rapidly.

Along the path she rapidly advanced, there were stray arrows and rifle bullet holes fired by hunters in the distance, and large swaths of sand were kicked up.

But these remote methods couldn't stop this crazy woman.

...

Her growth rate has exceeded Milo's expectations.

It should be noted that before this, the only power she had obtained through the glimpses of the dead was the power shared by Karl and Nero.

But at this moment, Rebecca's combat performance is already much stronger than that of Milo at the same stage. Milo did not reach this level of combat power back in Icam Town, and back then he had not only spied on Karl's undead.

"That's probably the effect of fear."

In contrast, Rebecca seems to be a natural-born warrior.

But Milo knew that this distinction was partly due to fear.

During his time in Ikham, he had already stepped into chaos and madness. He even couldn't distinguish between reality and his memories of the dead. His experience in Ikham was filled with the confusion between the two timelines, which naturally weakened his physical performance.

That's the side effect of fear, which is that the sanity value fluctuates.

Rebecca, on the other hand, did not have this problem.

Because she was following a shadowy figure who devoured fear...

...

When Rebecca charged straight in without saying a word.

He watched as Rebecca charged forward relentlessly, arrows and bullets grazing her skin. Milo remained calm throughout, not even blinking, and even wore an appreciative smile on his face.

Until one moment, a lead bullet from the canyon slope struck the rocks on the ground, and the shattered fragments bounced back and cut Rebecca's eye.

His eyes immediately turned cold.

……

It was probably at the very moment Milo's expression changed that Raven slowly raised his hand.

As a result, the hybrids and the hunters' interception and blocking efforts ceased.

Not only that, even the bullets and arrows that were already flying in the air stopped.

For a moment, it was as if the air had frozen.

Rebecca, who was holding the combination bow and blade, also came to an abrupt halt without warning.

At that moment, she was less than three meters away from the raven.

But she was completely unable to move.

...

Then, the bullets and arrows that had been frozen in mid-air fell to the ground, all the kinetic energy that had propelled them forward seemed to have been drained, leaving only gravity in effect.

The hybrid's grayish-white, ferocious body slowly retreated behind the raven.

Raven turned its head slightly, looking towards the location where Milo was in the distance.

The old raven's blue-green eyes were slightly more murky than Milo remembered, or more accurately, there was something more in them than before.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became subtle.

Because Rebecca was frozen in place, she couldn't move.

Just as everyone was secretly anticipating how Raven would deal with the arrogant attacker, Raven's next move left almost everyone bewildered.

He slowly took a few steps forward, covering the last three meters that Rebecca hadn't finished sprinting. Then, leaning on his cane with one hand, he took a clean handkerchief from his pocket with the other and calmly wiped away the blood flowing from the wound at the corner of Rebecca's eye, under her murderous gaze.

What no one noticed was that the handkerchief wiped away not only the bloodstains, but also the wound at the corner of the eye.

...

Raven withdrew his hand, slowly folded the handkerchief, and put it back in his pocket.

He then turned to look at where Milo was and asked Milo in a slightly hoarse voice:

"How did you manage to get a girl to willingly follow you to find another girl?"

The man on the shore shrugged and shamelessly replied:
"Charisma?"

...

That statement probably sounds too shameless.

Even He Fang, who was standing far away staring madly at the sea, couldn't help but turn around to take a closer look at how many noses and eyes Mr. Shadow had on his face.

Strangely, when He Fang looked in the direction of the sound, she couldn't find Milo.

Because at this moment, Milo had already arrived beside Rebecca.

He squinted at Rebecca's face, making sure the wound had fully healed, before asking Raven, "How long are you going to make my girl stand like this as punishment?"

Rebecca remained motionless in her high-speed running posture, looking somewhat abstract yet adorable.

...

"You can't untie it?" Raven had already turned his gaze towards the direction of the native camp, seemingly unaware of Milo standing behind him.

On the contrary, the hybrids and hunters not far away all looked ready for battle, which showed that Milo was putting a lot of pressure on them.

“If the spells in the Necronomicon were really that easy to undo, then they would be too cheap,” Milo shook his head.

Raven slowly turned around and gave Milo a meaningful look: "I had thought there would be some common ground between the magical principles of necromancy and that Archmage Ibon..."

Milo grinned; he certainly understood what Raven's words implied.

But on the surface, he just smiled slightly and shrugged, saying, "I haven't read both of them, so who knows?"

"Then why don't we bury each other and then go through each other's memories?" Raven said something completely unfunny for the first time.

As he spoke, he casually waved his hand, which resembled a withered tree root, in front of Rebecca.

Perhaps noticing Rebecca's hate-filled gaze, Raven suddenly stopped his swinging hand mid-air and turned to Milo, saying:

“You know what, I suddenly realized why she was looking at me like that… Do you remember our first conversation? The one where you got targeted by the hounds.”

“Of course.” Milo’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

He naturally knew what the other reason was for Rebecca's recklessness.

It's Karl, this is a blood debt that can be directly attributed to Raven.

That was Rebecca's older brother and idol during her childhood. He disappeared completely after going to Galid, and when he was found again, he was just a pile of mud covered with mushrooms...

Rebecca had seen Carl's undead perspective in its entirety, so she naturally knew all of this.

The two people who left her most unbearable to let go of were Karl and Nero.

At this moment, although her body was completely suppressed, her bloodshot eyes remained firmly fixed on the raven.

That look was tantamount to saying—if you break the spell, I will definitely continue to kill you.

...

If it were just a minor Spectator's aggro, Raven wouldn't need to pay any attention to it; he could simply crush it.

But this inexperienced Visionary was backed by an Old One from the Shadow Order, so he had to take him seriously.

Raven sighed, glancing at the distant footprints of the natives' souls before turning back to Rebecca, who was unable to move, and said:

“I’ll offer you a suggestion. Think about it carefully: if Nero had chosen to confront his fears instead of sending a young law enforcement officer to Icom to investigate, wouldn’t… the tragedy that happened to Karl have been avoided?”

"And another thing, if it weren't for the person behind you, you might have become the second Karl."

"So you might wonder, what exactly was disrupting Nero's thinking? What almost caused him to kill the people closest to him?"

“I’m giving you a heads-up—Yog So…”

“That’s enough.” Just as Raven was about to pronounce the full name “Sothoth” correctly, Milo interrupted him: “That’s enough.”

Milo’s tone was calm, but it carried a strong sense of unquestionable authority and threat.

If the atmosphere of the previous conversation was delicate, then at this moment, a sense of hostility and coldness began to surface.

Not far away, the hybrids were rubbing their long claws and bone spikes against the rock strata, and the hunters' eyes were all focused on this spot. At the slightest disturbance, they would swarm forward.

...

It was at this most tense moment that the raven decisively raised its hand and waved.

Rebecca lost her balance and fell to her knees.

She stood up, panting slightly.

Her enemy was right in front of her, yet she did not slash the raven with the blade of her combined bow and arrow.

It wasn't because she had figured something out; the hatred in her eyes hadn't lessened at all, but it had gained a touch of rationality and resentment.

Milo glanced at the slightly disheveled Rebecca and said calmly:

"You'd have a hard time killing him now..."

He paused for a moment, and his next words made the hunters in the distance tense.

He said, "Of course I can help you, no problem at all, if you think that can be called revenge."

...

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

The hunters watching from afar finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Rebecca fold her bow blade and sheath it.

After all, this situation wasn't originally designed for Milo. If Klaue hadn't even shown up yet and they were already fighting the infamous Shadow, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

……

"So, I can finally get down to business, right?"

Raven looked at Rebecca, who stood silently behind Milo, and then asked Milo, "For the time being, I won't be able to see the works of Archmage Ibon, and you won't be able to see the necromancy mysteries in my mind, but I think perhaps we can explore the truth of the City of the Desolate together."

“Hmm…” Milo thought for a moment, then smiled and said, “It seems you don’t have many other options.”

“Hehe…” Raven just chuckled awkwardly and sighed, “Who would have thought that in just a few years, someone could leap several levels of the life sequence? Should I cherish the present moment when I can still be taken seriously by you?”

For some reason, the old raven, compared to the one Milo remembered, had lost some of its sharpness, confusion, and arrogance, and had become much "amiable" and as steady as a rock.

Milo ignored his nonsensical sentiments and instead pointed to He Fang's figure on the distant shore, asking:

"So what are you planning to do by provoking that guy?"

"Provoke? No, no, no. He has his own mission. I'm just going with the flow. I'm sure you've already experienced the charm of the swollen woman. You really are a lucky one favored by order." The raven murmured, slowly walking towards the direction of the native camp.

At this moment, the tragic souls of those nations that had been led to the deep sea finally returned.

As the footprints on the soil spread to the camp, the natives, who were deep in a dream, awoke one by one.

And those natives who had not gone to R'lyeh finally stopped chanting the incantation.

Of course, at this point, the value of the indigenous people has been completely exhausted, and their fate will come to an end at this moment.

……

At least forty or fifty natives returned from Ralleya.

What happened next was extremely cruel and bloody.

Because this is a moment of genocide.

Amidst the pleas and cries of the incomprehensible native language, the hunter's sickle mercilessly severed the heads of the newly awakened natives one by one.

It seems that from the very beginning, everything the natives experienced was preordained, tragic for the sake of tragedy, because only in this way could they receive the invitation from the ancient being sleeping in R'lyeh.

Regardless of whether it is Raven, Crow, the Dream Visionist, or He Fang who ultimately takes over the indigenous reservation, the indigenous people cannot escape this tragic fate, because their souls are the transporters of the "Snail City Text".

Kill them and bury them.

The tombstone that was then erected was a page from the "Snail Annihilation City Text".

...

The hunters ruthlessly reaped the lives of the natives.

At the same time, it is essential to ensure that each corpse corresponds correctly to its head, without any errors or confusion.

Milo watched all of this with a cold eye.

He suddenly noticed Rebecca's unusual behavior behind him and realized that she was still a novice Spirit Visionist and could not watch the slaughter without changing her expression like he could.

Just as Milo was about to say something, he suddenly frowned.

...

The entire reserve suddenly fell into a kind of emptiness and silence.

A strange anxiety began to grip everyone's hearts; they desperately wanted to say something or make a sound, as if a monster might emerge from the silence.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get the words out.

Even Milo is no exception!

At that moment, it was as if some powerful and special order had descended upon the Pohnpei Peninsula.

It did not come from another world, but originated from the seabed.

……

In this moment of silence, no one noticed that the starry sky above was rapidly shifting and turning.

(End of this chapter)