Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 588 Shadow Hug
"Hahaha……"

"To covet knowledge that does not belong to you is the original sin!"

"You're too naive, Raven. How could the teachings be touched by a few lowly, dying souls? All your actions have been under the watchful eyes of those at the bottom of Snail Annihilation City. This is nothing but a deception."

"What a ridiculous thing! The fragments left behind by the ancient gods are far from enough to grasp the true meaning of the universe. Only the arrival of that true era can break the shackles. Blood Moon, Blood Moon... Only when the Blood Moon descends will the power that awakens everything be drawn by the cries of its offspring. That will be the beginning of a new chapter... Blood Moon..."

...

Those who don't understand He Fang's words will likely think he's the first person driven mad by Luoyan City.

In fact, Rebecca thought so too.

But Milo said this to her:

"Remember, when you find yourself unable to understand the ramblings of certain people, it's most likely that a character is explaining the ins and outs of the plot to you. In this situation, what we need to do is listen quietly until they finish speaking, and then briefly analyze whether it makes sense. Do you understand what I mean?"

Rebecca looked confused, but nodded nonetheless.

Then he asked:
What is a blood moon?

“I don’t know either,” Milo answered readily.

All he knew was that among the people who were teleported to this point in time, only He Fang was not there for the "Snail Annihilation City Text".

He Fang certainly didn't know Emma, ​​but he knew about Emma's ordeal—an innocent girl who had fallen into an abyss.

The deity he carries on his back (let's assume He is a deity for now), the phantom of the swollen woman, resonates in a strange way with the Noscia equation.

So, as the raven said, He Fang was not an uninvited guest he had attracted, and the visit of this Far Easterner was not accidental.

There must be some unknown secrets hidden inside, including the real reason why Emma was dragged into the abyss and the purpose of the mastermind behind it all.

“We’re no longer on the Pohnpei Peninsula, right?” Rebecca suddenly asked.

“Uh… yes and no,” Milo muttered. “Maybe the Pohnpei Peninsula hasn’t even been born yet, I mean, formed.”

“According to that yellow-skinned man, something in R'lyeh teleported us here.” Rebecca stared at the hostile gazes in the shadows of the distant buildings, her brows furrowing slowly. “Does that mean Klaue will never appear again?”

“Crow?” Milo shook his head and said with absolute certainty, “No, no, no, he will definitely appear, believe me.”

It's just that we can't yet determine in what capacity or form Klaus will appear this time.

...

The adult snail-people, now freed from their shells, launched an attack on Raven Milo and his group of uninvited guests.

They are on land, yet they move faster and more nimbly than fish in the sea.

In this era, perhaps before the Deep Ones race was even born, the supporters of R'lyeh, or rather, the Familia, were a group of creatures that were half-human and half-snail.

Humans who suddenly arrive should be regarded as intruders, and a fight is inevitable.

Currently, time and space have undergone severe distortion and change. All the methods that the raven laid out in advance have disappeared. For example, the huge old mark that covered the entire indigenous reservation, and the Suleiman dust that could devour and strangle the dark inhabitants, have all been left on the Pohnpei Peninsula in another era.

In a fleeting moment, Milo seemed to understand something.

This collective teleportation, though seemingly accidental, shattered many of Raven's prepared plans. This situation was undoubtedly exactly what Crow, who had not yet shown himself, most wanted to see.

From this perspective, it seems that he is the only person who could have caused this situation...

...

"Evacuate the city."

The raven calmly gave instructions to the hunters.

Meanwhile, Monquia and the hybrid, who were blocking the front, immediately engaged in close combat with the horde of grayish-white snail-like creatures that rushed forward.

The R'lyeh Familia of this era surged forth like waves from those eerie buildings, creating a visually unsettling spectacle. If the Deep Ones were repulsive for their grotesque and profane appearance and stench, then the Slugs, with their relatively "clean" bodies and sheer numbers, instilled an overwhelming sense of oppression. Accompanied by the squelching and rubbing sounds of their soft tissues against each other, a nauseating sense of physical discomfort reached its peak in everyone's minds.

What followed was even more terrifying: the immense power unleashed by the snail people and their terrifying ability to devour and assimilate.

The hunters at the forefront were overwhelmed and swallowed up by the dense swarms of snail-men.

The grayish-white, slimy soft substance enveloped the hunter's entire body, completely digesting him in just two or three seconds. Then, the hunter's facial features would emerge from the head of the snail-like creature that had devoured him…

...

This was a battle without even a scream.

It is unclear whether the hunter was stripped of that ability or simply did not have time to call for help from his companions.

Each wave of the greyish-white tide carries away many hunters.

Then, once again, bearing the faces of those dead hunters, it underwent a second cleansing.

If it weren't for the icy chill emanating from Monquia's massive scythe, which had a strong restraining effect on the Snail People's soft bodies, the Raven's army might have suffered heavy losses in an instant.

……

Perhaps some people will ask, are bullets useless?
Are firearms not as effective as scythes and butchers?

Yes, that's what the hunters who were swallowed up thought at first too.

So while Rebecca was clearing the missile pods from the rolling wave of Spiremen, Milo grabbed her waist, took a step back, and jumped to the top of the last building.

Note that this refers not to the upper levels of buildings that are on the ground, but to the upper levels of certain buildings that are floating in mid-air.

The architectural prowess of this ancient city is not limited to the visually illuminating structures on the ground; what is even more amazing is the completely transparent floating architecture in the air.

Milo noticed the phenomenon of sunlight refraction at high altitudes the moment he arrived in R'lyeh.

But Rebecca didn't, so when Milo placed her on the floating ground, she instinctively thought she would fall off, and instinctively clung to Milo.

It wasn't until she realized that Milo was also standing on "air" that she awkwardly let go of her legs that were wrapped around Milo.

"Do you think I'd just leave you there?"

Milo grinned and teased.

At this moment, he and Rebecca were in the airspace above the city of R'lyeh.

Rather than describing these as floating buildings, it's more like a completely transparent neighborhood, or a giant statue with religious significance.

If this area were not transparent, it would monopolize all the sunlight, plunging the city below into complete darkness.

But Milo, who was on the upper level, quickly realized the significance of this strange floating structure.

He noticed that the skin on the back of his exposed hand was rapidly turning black.

He immediately pulled Rebecca, who had just broken free from his embrace, back into his arms. Then, large amounts of black substance rapidly gushed from every pore of Milo's body, covering their bodies like a thin layer of smoke, blocking the extremely harmful sunlight from high above.

Milo had never seen the sun from millions of years ago, and naturally could not have predicted that the radiation it released in its youth would be so aggressive that it could even incinerate the flesh of Shadow.

"Come here, let me give you a hug from the shadows."

Milo reacted with lightning speed, preventing Rebecca from being burned to ashes.

...

From their elevated position in the building, they could easily overlook the vast city of R'lyeh.

Most importantly, the scenes outside the city's edge are what truly deserve to be called terrifying.

Beyond R'lyeh lies a terrifying sea of ​​fire.

It was an endless desert made up of countless red-hot sand grains.

There is no trace of life in the desert.

All that could be seen was scorching sand and dust being whipped up and rippled by the heat waves.

……

R'lyeh, in the realm of the conscious, lies submerged in the unfathomable depths of the ocean. Who could have imagined that at some point in the past, it was situated at the heart of a blazing inferno?

(End of this chapter)