Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 589 Gun Retaliation
"This is a shield that blocks ultraviolet rays."

Milo lightly stomped his heels twice on the seemingly completely transparent building beneath him.

Both the building materials and the craftsmanship have surpassed the level of all civilizations Milo had ever seen before, including the civilization in which he was born.

However, those snail-like beings did not seem to be highly intelligent creatures.

From this vantage point, Milo could enjoy a panoramic view of most of R'lyeh's landscape. He looked around for a long time, as if searching for something.

Rebecca stood quietly beside Milo, not daring to move an inch, because she truly couldn't see the building beneath her feet.

She was actually a little puzzled, because Milo seemed to have no interest in the battle below, and was even a little absent-minded, ever since they had been on the reservation.

It was as if all these events that happened one after another had not stirred any waves in his heart. Even when he was inexplicably transported to this chaotic space-time, he felt no surprise or worry. At one point, she inexplicably felt that the Milo in front of her was somewhat unfamiliar, or more accurately, somewhat distant, even though she was standing right next to Milo.

Below, the fleeing hunters and the Swelling Maidens saw Milo "standing" high in the sky and immediately realized something. They tried their best to jump up using the taller buildings on the ground.

It must be admitted that these hunters were really skilled; they actually managed to jump onto the top floor of the ground building, find the outline of the floating structure, and successfully climb up.

Then, those idiots who didn't deserve a hug from the shadow were instantly burned to ashes, not even leaving any ash behind as they vaporized.

They didn't even experience the burning sensation before they died.

……

Milo glanced at a tall tower in the distance.

It was also only a few meters away from the floating buildings, and the connected floating buildings had a double-layered structure, which was the best retreat area for hunters, where they would not be burned to ashes, and there was another layer on top to block the scorching sun's radiation.

I wonder if Milo's gaze played a guiding role.

Soon, Raven and He Fang both discovered the area.

On Monsis's side, Raven activated some kind of magic, laying conspicuous blue rune marks along the correct path, directing the hunters to retreat quickly along the rune tracks.

The members of the Swelling Women's Order, being in a closer position, got there first.

……

Below, a fierce battle raged.

Meanwhile, Milo had already sat down on the edge of the floating structure, swinging his boots with an air of nonchalance, watching the situation from the sidelines.

Finally, Rebecca couldn't hold back any longer and asked in confusion:
"You must be waiting for something, right?"

“Yes.” Milo habitually took out his cracked wine jug and shook it a few times.

"Wait for what?" Rebecca asked.

“Let’s wait for that person to appear.” Milo leisurely took a sip of the freshly made fear drink and sighed, “Even hunters can’t help but feel fear in the face of such a situation. I really can’t understand how the conqueror can get rid of the shackles of fear.”

"Will Crow really show up? I mean, we're not even in the same era anymore, are we?" Rebecca said thoughtfully.

"Of course it will. We don't belong to this era, so even Cthulhu sleeping in R'lyeh can't keep us here permanently. And this is actually a perfect opportunity to kill the Raven, for Klaue who isn't a psychic."

Milo nodded firmly, put away the flask, drew Rebecca's revolver from her waist, and casually removed a pre-loaded cylinder, starting to change it as he said, "Let me help you with the preparations."

"Aren't bullets ineffective against those snails?" Rebecca was a little confused, but she still took another gun and quickly changed the magazine.

“It’s not for dealing with the Snails.” Milo shook his head and handed the revolver with the newly assembled cylinder back to Rebecca. As she gripped the handle, he slid his finger down along one side of the cylinder, and the rolling cylinder instantly emitted a blazing red light. The cylinder, including the hammer of the gun, looked as if it had been heated to a bright red, bathed in the color of blood.

Milo then did the same thing to Rebecca's other gun, turning it into the same state.

"Listen, the keen senses of a psychic have an ultimate application in actual combat. It can help you precisely seize the most critical moment. Theoretically, you can only get infinitely close to that moment but can never touch it. It's roughly similar to infinitely approaching a function relationship. And that point is the boundary between life and death. Sigh... I feel like I'm not a qualified teacher. To be honest, I don't even understand these theories myself."

"That spot?" Rebecca asked, somewhat bewildered, as she held her two pistols.

"I'll demonstrate it for you right away." Milo shook his hand, then raised an index finger and pressed it against Rebecca's forehead.

His speed was "very slow".

Compared to the slowness of Shadow-level attack methods.

...

boom!
An overwhelming sense of death instantly enveloped Rebecca's mind and body, and even cracks began to spread across her face and body, with blood already seeping into the air.

She almost reflexively pulled the trigger on Milo.

The bullet pierced Milo's collarbone and exited from below the back of his neck.

At this point, his finger, which had been hovering in the air, came to a stop.

At that moment, the death threat that had been affecting Rebecca vanished instantly.

Even more miraculously, her cracked and necrotic body was completely restored, as if all the murderous intent of that moment had been illusory and had never happened.

But Rebecca knew it was real, because her back was completely soaked in cold sweat.

Furthermore, the lingering pain on her skin continued to stimulate her brain through her nerves.

"This is the spot, the hunters call it the gun retaliatory point."

Milo slowly pushed away the two gun barrels that Rebecca was still pointing at his head with his fingers: "When you're close to being traumatized, but haven't fully taken in the damage, you can turn the tide with a precise—bang!

"I just found the spot you mentioned?" Rebecca was still reeling from the shock she had just experienced. Her eyes were glazed over, her breathing was erratic, and she could barely speak.

“Just a tiny bit short.” Milo made a gesture with his index finger and thumb that would infuriate any South Korean man.

“But it’s not bad, at least you fired that shot.” ​​As he spoke, Milo patted the hole in his collar.

Rebecca finally came to her senses.

Her first reaction was to put away her pistol, grab Milo's tie, and almost lift him up from his seat.

Although her actions looked like she was about to punch someone, her tone was full of concern:
"How are you? Are you hurt?"

"Hey, hey, hey, what makes you think you're capable of injuring an Old One?" Milo gently slapped Rebecca's hand away and put his bottom back on the ground.

……

...

The two law enforcement officers were still sweetly exchanging pleasantries and giving each other pointers.

The hunter organization and the Swelling Maidens' Monastic Order, who were hastily retreating below, were suffering terribly, fighting fiercely and causing chaos (not really).

It was almost a one-sided massacre. Those adult snail-men were completely unfamiliar life forms to humans, and they seemed to possess some kind of innate life level advantage. Secondly, their overwhelming numbers left the humans with no desire to retaliate, not even a top hunter like Monquia.

Fortunately, after losing half of their members, the hunters and the Swelling Daughter Monastic Order successfully retreated to the two-story floating building area.

This is probably the closest point between the floating building and the ground-level buildings. The snails, in a mighty wave, clung to the tower, surging up from inside the tower and along multiple paths on the outer walls, trying to catch up with the hunters.

Their grayish-white soft bodies can easily stick to the outside of buildings and climb up to higher floors by rapidly creeping up.

The mere few meters between the top of the tower and the floating structure is a piece of cake for the snail-like beings whose jumping ability far surpasses that of humans.

However, there is one expert among humans who has a "backup plan": the raven.

As the snails squeezed each other, "wrapping" the entire tower, and some snails even leaped high from the top of the tower.

Boom! ! !
The tower cracked open and crumbled to pieces.

In a short time, countless snails were crushed to death by the collapsing building.

The ruins and fragments of mollusc tissue scattered on the ground, viewed from above, looked like someone had spilled a bowl of oatmeal on the street...

But the experts' backup plans don't stop there.

Raven probably realized the significance of the floating structures above R'lyeh, so it used some unknown means to carve a large hole in the floating structures diagonally above the tower.

The intense radiation poured down.

Those snails covered in mucus would inevitably be burned to ashes if they touched them.

The screams continued for a while.

The spilled oatmeal porridge turned into burnt wheat.

This completely blocks the path to the floating area, blocking it with sunlight.

...

Thus, the surviving hunters and the Swelling Maidens' Order were safely transferred to the upper floating area.

The snails seemed unable to find any other way to reach the floating structure in the short term, and they darted back and forth on the city streets, leaderless.

……

Meanwhile, Milo, who was on the top floor of the floating structure, looked down at the raven.

Raven also looked up, its gaze piercing through the transparent building to meet Milo's eyes.

Milo gave a strange, unsettling smile.

Behind him, Rebecca, who had just figured out how to parry the gun, was carrying two heavy revolvers and was reliving the terrifying experience of that moment.

She suddenly said to Milo, "I want to try again."

“There will be plenty of opportunities. Hey, don’t be so quick to point a gun at my head. I mean, you’ll have other things to practice on soon.” Milo pushed Rebecca’s two gun barrels that were pointing at his nostrils away again and explained, “Didn’t I tell you? This city isn’t just inhabited by Snails. Don’t be impatient.”

Rebecca instinctively glanced around warily and asked in a low voice, "What else?"

Milo beckoned to Rebecca to come closer.

When Rebecca leaned closer, he placed his hand on her forehead, turning her face southeast toward the depths of the city of R'lyeh: "Over there."

At that moment, in Rebecca's field of vision, some small black dots were slowly rising into the air from the twisted and blasphemous buildings in the distance.

Because of the great distance, the black dots appeared very small, almost inconspicuous.

But as time went on, the number of black spots increased.

Whatever it is, when the quantity increases to a certain extent, it will naturally arouse strong aversion and fear deep in human nature.

Rebecca's expression began to turn serious.

Because those black dots are moving closer to us.

Furthermore, she seemed to be able to see the eerie tentacles surrounding the black dot...

……

Milo, however, began telling a story at a very inopportune time:

"They rest in the caves of R'lyeh, protected by Cthulhu's powerful spells, until the stars and the earth are ready; then they will shine anew."

After saying that, he added:
"After all, the Snail People don't have the ability to fly, so these floating structures must have to be built by another group of creatures, right?"

At this moment, the hunters on the lower level also noticed the creatures floating in the distance.

Their bodies undergo constant shape changes as they float, much like buildings on the ground, which can easily create a visually deceptive effect.

A massive size.

Countless tentacles dragging and swaying.

In the simplest and most straightforward way, it is described as a giant floating octopus.

However, they are life forms with advanced intelligence.

R'lyeh's most faithful servant.

Their origins can even be traced back to the war with the Ancients before the establishment of R'lyeh.

……

"Star Families".

This time, Milo acts as the narrator, explaining the whole story to Rebecca:
"For countless years, they have slept with Cthulhu. In fact, the so-called spells that can make miserable souls resonate with R'lyeh are actually the Star Familiars' communication spells. The souls of the lowly natives are not enough to make contact with Cthulhu. It is the Star Familiars who maintain the stability of R'lyeh who guide them in their dreams."

"I think we were transported to a special point in time, when the Star Familia had not yet fallen into slumber, and perhaps, Cthulhu had not either."

Just as Milo said.

The Snail People were merely a subordinate race. Even though they possessed terrifying power compared to humans, they were, after all, a race that had been extinct in the long river of time. The Snail People had become a thing of the past.

The Star Families are the true guardians of R'lyeh for millions of years.

(End of this chapter)