Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 599 The Foolish God Plan 2.0
The thin shield of fear that had enveloped the rooftop of the law enforcement headquarters was removed by Milo.

The rest of the nearby buildings were mostly destroyed by the aftershocks of the "battle," but Emma and the law enforcement headquarters remained unharmed.

"Busy working?"

Emma naturally took Milo's hand and stood up, walking to the edge of the rooftop to glance at the Holsas eyeball, half of which was embedded in the ground.

The shattered eyeballs and scattered green gems looked extremely surreal, creating an eerie sense of dissonance compared to the surrounding real environment.

"I'm done with work," Milo said, gently helping Emma up.

Emma stared at the dying eyeball in the distance for a long while before turning to ask:
"That's a god?"

“I suppose it is one of them.” Milo nodded. “If the standard is that all life forms that stand above the human order can be uniformly recognized as gods.”

“It looks like a big loach,” Emma commented seriously.

"Finn will probably like it."

Milo shrugged.

Just as the two were exchanging insults at the fallen old god, sporadic gunshots and screams rang out again from another corner of the parish.

“It’s Eta.” Emma frowned.

As they looked around, they saw the bodies of the shelter members scattered all over the ground.

There's also Eta, whose neck is being choked by the undead "Milo".

...

ETA, members of the shelter, the zombie Mylo, and the wanted incident.

They seemed to be completely immersed in their own world from beginning to end, unaffected by the outside world. No matter how much trouble Milo and Holsas caused, the zombie version of Milo only remembered one thing—hunting down Eta.

Meanwhile, the wanted criminal Eta was captured once again.

She fired several shots at the head of the zombie Milo, but to no avail.

The withered hand, like an iron clamp, gripped Eta's neck tightly. It didn't even intend to strangle Eta to death in one go, but instead hung her in mid-air, letting her slowly feel the despair of suffocation.

……

Although this scene was incredibly cruel.

But by this time, Milo and Emma already knew that beneath the surface lay a conflict between two orders.

Eta represents the will to protect Mego, the son of Death.

The undead, on the other hand, represent the will of an old god, as exemplified by Horsus.

Therefore, the undead will relentlessly hunt down Eta.

As for why the undead was modeled after Milo... perhaps it's some kind of wicked metaphor from the Old Gods.

...

It's like a vortex of reincarnation, where the story of Eta and the undead will repeat and cycle endlessly within the city of Nanwei, dying and coming back to life again and again.

However, what followed was rather unappetizing.

The tissues of the zombie Milo's body began to rot more rapidly, and large pieces of rotten flesh fell off his body, turning into a thick soup of sludge.

Even the hand that was holding Eta began to wither rapidly.

Eta, who should have died countless times, was inexplicably saved. He even grabbed a shovel nearby and shoveled the head of the thoroughly rotting zombie Milo far away.

……

Not only the undead Mylo.

Almost all the zombies in the city had turned into rotten mud.

The reason is simple: Horsus, representing the will of the dream gods, was defeated, and the side "hunting" him was bound to collapse.

Furthermore, the undead do not actually belong to Horsas; they are power He "borrowed" from Imnar. By this time, Imnar had already disappeared without a trace, and it had even abandoned the Glagi skin conjured by the fractal rules. Naturally, there was no reason for these undead to continue.

...

Eta, now rescued, stood alone in the middle of the dark street.

She seemed to sense something as well, and slowly raised her head, looking towards the top floor of the law enforcement headquarters.

...

Her eyes held a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

For some reason, being stared at with that kind of gaze for a long time always makes one feel a kind of indescribable discomfort.

However, Eta's gaze was not focused on Milo, nor on Emma.

……

"Um--"

Milo seemed to have sensed something.

He followed Eta's gaze and slowly turned to look behind him.

At that moment, a dirty boy stood less than six or seven meters away directly in front of him, looking at Milo with a blank expression.

...

At that very moment, the baby's cries that had been lingering in Milo's mind all along finally stopped. The cries that had never subsided since he met Archbishop Golden Law finally ended.

Milo squinted and carefully examined the dirty little kid in front of him, muttering to himself:
"This time, at least it wasn't a baby stroller anymore."

In the past, the visions of Mego that I had seen in the conscious world were all of a black baby carriage, accompanied by eerie crying.

This time, he finally changed his look and became a boy who is not yet ten years old.

Of course, Milo knew in his heart that this was definitely not Mego's true identity. After all, Mego's nickname was the Son of Death, and in the end of the Sumerian civilization, Mego was ultimately not born.

The little boy's appearance is nothing more than an illusion in the evolution of chaotic order.

But unlike the world of the conscious, behind this illusion lies the real Mego.

……

"You said that the child who couldn't come into the real world is him, right?"

Emma asked Milo in a low voice.

Milo shook his head: "The inability to descend is merely the view of a part of the will."

“I understand what you mean, but I’d like to confirm something more: what would happen if Megho came to the real world, if Geheros descended?” Emma suddenly asked Milo very seriously, turning Milo’s face towards her with her scarred hands and staring intently into Milo’s eyes.

Milo, however, turned around and asked her:
"You were just rescued half an hour ago, and now you're already prepared to sacrifice yourself to save the world? What would you do if I told you that if Gherus descended, many, many people would die, maybe even everyone would die?"

“You’re bluffing me.” Emma was not intimidated by Milo at all. Her expression was calm, except for a fleeting, barely perceptible wavering in her eyes.

Milo continued:
"The end times and calamities are all just the talk of religious charlatans and madmen. Do you believe them or me?"

"I trust you." Emma replied without hesitation.

"Then live well."

"Uh-huh."

...

"Where are they?" They had only exchanged a few words when Mego and Eta had already disappeared.

"That's why it's called an illusion..."

Milo shook his head, then turned to Emma and asked:

"Eh, never mind... So, have you thought of a way to leave this place?"

"Are you sure you want to listen to me?" Emma blinked.

Milo nodded: "Before we set off, someone told me that the Noscia equation would be a key factor in this trip, and you already have an idea, don't you?"

“You said the only way to escape the Abyss is to destroy the world we have now,” Emma said.

“Yes.” Milo nodded.

“Since countless worlds can evolve from the abyss, why not just switch to one?” Emma continued.

“That’s an interesting idea, but how do we jump from one abyss world to another?” Milo muttered. “You know, the reason we both got here is because of a guy named Klaue…”

“No, no.” Emma suddenly shook her head: “You are, but I shouldn’t be.”

"What do you mean?"

“Before you came, I kept studying that equation. I think it wasn’t Crow who sent me to the abyss, it was the equation.” Emma’s tone wasn’t entirely certain.

"How could..."

Milo frowned.

Looking back...

There seems to be no evidence that Klaue was the one who caused Emma's fall into the abyss. It was just a result that Milo deduced from Klaue's purpose. He wanted the blood moon to descend, so he sent Emma into the abyss to become part of this world, so that Milo could not completely destroy the abyss world where Mego was.

But considering what Klaus said later.

seem……

...

It seems to make sense.

It seems that Crow can only send people into the abyss in the form of their souls.

Emma, ​​on the other hand, was a living, breathing person who entered the abyss; there is a fundamental difference between the two.

“What exactly is this equation…” Milo was very puzzled.

Emma's thinking became increasingly clear:

“I don’t know how deep your understanding of equations is, but those operation symbols, they are alive in my mind. It’s a very elusive connection. I can’t clearly know their intentions, but equations know everything about me. And I have a feeling that equations were designed for the abyss. Remember that strange professor I mentioned?”

“Nefren Ka?” Milo certainly remembered.

“The equation is what he left in my head.” Emma nodded. “And that day at the front door, I must have accidentally touched something that caused all of this.”

“What did I accidentally touch…” Milo’s understanding of equations was only superficial, so he had a hard time understanding what Emma was trying to express.

But just as he was listening attentively like a primary school student, he noticed that Emma, ​​who had been deep in thought just a second ago, suddenly had an unnatural expression on her face.

She said somewhat hesitantly:

"I think I... made a wish back then."

"Is it about?" Milo raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t ask me that,” Emma quickly changed the subject. “Anyway, I can try again, maybe it will work…”

……

...

Abyssal world.

The Abyss World where Mego resides.

The struggle for order here has temporarily come to an end.

Imnal, as an observer, hid on the edge of chaos.

It's a bit embarrassing to talk about, especially for a second-generation Outer God.

However, the creature that descended not long ago was something that even the gods of dreams would fear, while it was merely an Old One under a divine order. Thinking about it this way, one could feel more at ease.

Some time after Holsas was severely injured, the traces of the Shadow had completely disappeared from Nanwei City.

Imnar didn't even know when the Milo siblings disappeared. The whole city was like a stagnant pool, as if no one had ever visited, as if the shadow had never descended.

It knew it was no match for Milo.

But if there is some way to escape from here, Imnar must try it.

...

a long time.

On the broken streets of Nanwei City.

A figure dressed in a dark purple gown walked up to the broken emerald eyeball.

At this moment, runes and flowing light swirled in the surrounding air.

That was the dream realm recalling Horuss's blessing and guidance.

For this god of emeralds, although His mission was not yet complete, it was indeed over in a strict sense.

Failure is also an end.

His kind, those in positions of power at the top of the order, were not cruel and heartless; they had already left Horthus a way out beforehand.

As long as He has not completely fallen and still retains a trace of His divine nature, He still has the right to return to the Dreamland.

"Indeed, the gods are merciful."

Imnar's murmurs were devoid of any emotion.

Therefore, it's impossible to tell whether it's a genuine expression of emotion or a veiled criticism.

...

At this point, Milo and Emma had already left this world.

The abyssal order that has evolved here is no longer under anyone's jurisdiction and will soon spread to the conscious world. Death God Child Mego, the order that Chaos learned from the annihilated world is about to become reality.

However, Imnar does not belong to the Abyss; it is merely trapped here and will not move with the Abyss world.

For Imnar.

At this moment, it needs another way to achieve redemption.

...

He gazed at Horsas, who was surrounded by countless runes and flowing light.

An idea even more insane than the Foolish God Plan came to mind in Imnar's mind.

(End of this chapter)