Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 598 Harvest
"Stop hitting! Stop!"

The giant eyeball, which had been hanging in the air, was crushed into the city streets, smashing large areas of buildings, and most of its body was firmly embedded in the ground.

It must be said that if Horsus were to fully materialize its form, the interplay of exquisite flowing light and dazzling crystals would indeed give the enormous, ferocious eyeball a mesmerizing beauty, carrying an illusory and unreal veil while also possessing the undeniable majesty of a god and an inviolable aura.

In Milo's memory, it seems that the "angels" described in some religious texts of human civilization probably look like this.

But Horuss, who had fallen into the muddy city streets, did not possess the ghostly aura of the legendary fallen angel.

The divine status of the ancient gods of the Dreamland has now been trampled into nothingness, as evidenced by the emeralds scattered all over the ground after their collapse.

He could no longer utter words like "the annihilation of feelings."

……

In fact, the shape is not important most of the time.

In the interpretation of the higher order, punches and kicks may not be offensive or insulting; what can truly cause harm is the crushing on the soul level, which can leave a brand and shadow on the soul.

Perhaps in the future, Holsas will become the second Imnal.

Of course, this is on the premise that there is still the concept of "after" for Him.

...

"You can't kill me... Of course, you can't kill me either..."

The enormous eyeball has broken blood vessels and jagged cracks.

He smashed a large hole in the ground and filled it in.

Despite its scars, the eyeball beneath the broken emerald septum can still move flexibly.

His body was enormous; his pupils, composed of countless strands of light, were so complex that they were about five meters in diameter. Under his gaze, Milo's figure seemed so small that it could be ignored.

However, at this moment, Horsas's eyes were filled with something, something that should not have been born in His divinity, but which had indeed appeared at this moment.

That thing is called "fear".

...

He is one of the gods of dreams.

They are beings of a higher level than ordinary Great Old Ones.

In ancient wars, the Old Gods were compared to the Outer Gods, the kind of beings like Imnar's father.

Milo has confirmed that Great Old Ones of Imnar's caliber are capable of feeling fear, but the gods seem to have "repaired" this setting through continuous self-evolution, or rather, broken free from this constraint, and mastered the power associated with this constraint, which they then inflicted on lower-level beings.

……

However, at this moment, Horuss, the Emerald God who ruled the Eternal Kingdom, was actually feeling genuine fear.

He trembled.

This is a low-level instinct that was eliminated from His life millions of years ago.

At this moment, this familiar feeling once again extended from His heart, accompanied by a series of emotions that did not belong to the gods, including confusion, bewilderment, and so on.

But to be precise, fear was not something He "brought" out of His heart; it was something Milo "implanted" into Him.

……

“That eternal existence does not die, while in the strange eternity even death dies.”

Faced with Holsas's series of "you can't kill me" statements, Milo calmly recited the profound saying from the first compulsory course.

Death is always a relative concept.

Perhaps sometimes, for those self-proclaimed supreme gods, when they are trampled underfoot, when they are uncontrollably gripped by fear, their divinity has already died.

Milo calmly looked at the black substance swirling around the sharp end of the crowbar in his hand.

Talking to himself:
"So this can be considered a new expansion of capabilities. In addition to collecting, it can also help the gods relive the fears that they abandoned long ago."

"Hey." He suddenly grinned and gave a ferocious laugh.

"I like this."

……

After saying that, Milo raised one foot and stepped on Holsas's eyeball, then ignored the other's screams and plunged the entire crowbar into the other's pupil!
"!!!!!!"

A terrifying roar, indescribable in words, suddenly swept across the entire city of Nanwei.

Even Imnar, who had already run out of Nanwei City, was almost overturned by the rolling air currents.

This guy looks a bit out of place now.

Some of the slug tissues and thorns that had previously been imitated by fractal rules as Gorgias were still attached to it, but the vast majority had been restored to that classic look—a dark purple tuxedo, a dark green inner vest, a lava-colored bow tie, countless cracks all over its body, and that face that was constantly splitting, replicating, and overlapping.

After the terrifying sound faded away, Imnar stopped and turned around, staring blankly into the direction of the city center with its single eye.

It could probably guess what Milo had done to Holsas.

"No, you can't kill it, not even in the abyss, but..."

"That feeling must be even more miserable than death, right?"

...

……

Urban area.

The brilliant "blood" that spilled from the depths of Holsas's pupils was completely absorbed by the cracks in Milo's hands.

Those cracks, those so-called "indelible sins," deepened once again.

Milo slightly opened his palm, carefully sensing the forbidden power that had been cursed. From Yog-Sothoth to Nath Horsath, his hands had been stained with the blood of both the Outer Gods and the Old Gods. So how should this "guilt" be defined?

But it's not over yet.

Strictly speaking, Milo is someone with elderly parents and young children to care for. While enjoying a life of luxury outside, he can't forget to bring something back for his elderly relatives.

The elderly people here are certainly not Kang.

It is the Scarlet Witch.

...

That old hag was recently "cleaved in half" by the guys from the Golden Law Temple, and she really needs some high-quality ingredients to replenish her body.

And only if she eats and drinks well can Milo make further progress on the path of communion sacrifice.

Thus, this scene unfolded on the streets of Nanwei City in the Abyss World—

A terrifying man shrouded in shadowy order retracted his crowbar to his waist and instead drew a Bowie knife that gleamed with a magma-like red light, beginning to "harvest the spoils" from the enormous, mountain-sized eyeball.

Since he had never carried the same lunchbox (the metal lunchbox he brought back from Galid) with him, Milo could only tie the cut-off "meat" (which was actually some green crystalline substance) with wire and hang it around his waist.

After doing all this, Milo returned to the top floor of the law enforcement headquarters, having amassed a full load, and paid no further attention to the dilapidated Holsas.

Indeed, as Holsas himself said, even in the abyss, Milo could not kill Him. Of course, this depends on how death is defined.

Horsus's will and divinity have now collapsed.

It cannot be said that He was too weak; after all, countless years before Milo and Emma came to this abyss world, Horus had already fallen.

He is more like a pawn who has been betrayed by believers and abandoned by the other gods in the dream.

...

However, for this fallen god, true suffering began the moment He could no longer resist the erosion of the chaotic order.

At that time, "immortality" will be an endless torment for Him.

(End of this chapter)