Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 602 Doros

A building in the 23rd Diocese of the Abyss.

The two lay on the rooftop, wrapped in curtains, enjoying a moment of peace after their passionate outburst. The many small blue symbols emanating from the Noscia equation floated in the surrounding mist, like a deliberate embellishment of the night, creating an atmosphere for the wonderful process that had just occurred.

...

"So this is the wish you made for the Noschia Equation?"

“Yes.” Emma made no attempt to hide it, readily admitting it, and added:

"Hey, I've noticed you seem to have a particular obsession with 90-degree right angles."

“Hmm—” Milo briefly considered where to begin this story, and finally decided to give a brief summary: “There is a kind of hound that lives in angular space that has its eye on me. They can crawl out from angles of less than 90 degrees. You don’t want an alien creature to suddenly crawl out of our bed, right?”

"eww, no way."

...

For a long time, they remained on the ground and did not get up.

Emma, ​​resting her head on Milo's arm, pulled one hand from his embrace and stretched it towards the black sky shrouded in thick fog, sighing as if to herself:
"It would be so nice if we could stay here forever."

Before Milo could speak, he added, "I was just kidding. This is the Abyss, and everything in the Abyss is fake, right?"

“Not entirely,” Milo said after a moment’s thought. “At least you’re real.”

"And what about you?" Emma turned to look at Milo's profile.

“You’ve already used it, don’t you know how authentic it is?” Milo said.

Emma turned to look at the sky again, and said thoughtfully, "But it's just a soul."

Then she looked at the numerous scars on her outstretched hand, a look of disgust on her face: "Sometimes I wish I were a normal person, at least you wouldn't have to endure these ugly scars of mine..."

Milo gently took Emma's hand back: "Who are you cursing? Shut up."

...

Two people, neither of whom were quite normal and both equally scarred, spent most of the night in this false, abyssal world.

They didn't get out of their snuggled, curtained bed until late at night.

They chatted casually while tidying up their clothes.

“Now you’re one of those who have slew the Great Old Ones,” Milo began to spout nonsense.

He knew Emma wasn't the shy, timid girl she was.

And indeed, Emma tied up her messy long hair, turned to Milo and emphasized, "It was just the souls of the past."

"You seem to care a lot about physical things, but isn't the soul more important?" Milo asked, pulling up his pants.

Emma's answer was quite reasonable: "How can physical pleasure exist without the participation of the body?"

"Hmm—that's true."

The two had just finished tidying up when some sporadic, furtive sounds began to emanate from the 23rd parish.

It's late at night now, the fog is at its thickest, and the strange sounds floating in the air aren't jarring; you can even tell they're being deliberately kept quiet.

"It came from that room just now."

Emma looked at Milo.

Milo lifted her up by the back and legs, and carried her from the rooftop directly back to the balcony where they had previously been "watching the live stream".

...

In the living room, Milo and Emma had already changed into dignified and proper religious robes, lit candles on the floor, one bowed in worship, and the other held a heavy book and chanted incantations in a low voice.

……

Milo and Emma looked at each other from outside the balcony.

Emma also asked, "According to the normal procedure, shouldn't the passion end with cuddling together and wasting time?"

“There are smokers too,” Milo added, “but definitely not smokers.”

“Who would have thought that the two of us in some abyss world would be cult members?” Emma whispered.

"Is this also part of your wish?" Milo asked.

Emma vehemently denied it: "Of course not, I only agreed to the first half of the night."

Then she asked, "What kind of ceremony is that?"

Milo squinted and moved closer to the glass, then finally led Emma into the living room.

The two people inside were completely unaware of the unexpected guests on the balcony; they remained engrossed in the solemn ceremony. It wasn't until Milo, holding Emma's hand, slipped behind the other Emma and bent down to carefully examine the text on the ancient book she was holding that he suddenly realized:

“Oh, ‘Douluo’.”

...

That is, when Milo revealed his real name.

In the center of the living room, above the area surrounded by candles, some floating objects suddenly appeared, visually resembling small pieces of metal intertwined and mixed together.

As Emma of the Abyss continued chanting incantations, the rotating metallic substances gradually grew larger, and some gray hemispheres and cylinders appeared out of thin air, twisting together with the metal fragments in an extremely complex way.

The mass of matter remained suspended in mid-air.

You can't sense its malice, or even perceive its personality or emotions; it's like a complex machine.

But that's not wrong; most Outer Gods are like that.

...

Yes, Dauros is indeed an Outer God.

But we can't say that this wad of steel wool is Dorothy.

As we all know, the Outer Gods rarely descend in their true form. They prefer to appear in avatars. Moreover, this is the Abyss. Could the one summoned by the Abyss's creatures through rituals truly be the avatar of Doros?

Doesn't that mean that besides Ancient beings like Wendigo and Imnal, and Old Gods like Horus, there are even more terrifying Outer Gods in the Abyss...?

...

"What an exquisite geometric composition." Emma stared blankly at the summoned shadow of Dolos.

Meanwhile, Milo quickly recalled the clues he had learned about this obscure alien god from his past "required" and "elective" courses.

“If I remember correctly, Doros’s summoning ritual… requires chanting specific incantations to limit its expansion. I wonder if her book contains those incantations.” Milo reached out and flipped through the last few pages of the book in Abyss Emma’s hand, shrugging, “It does.”

"What would happen if we didn't limit its expansion?" Emma asked.

"It will expand infinitely and destroy the world..."

Milo had barely finished speaking when the two of them simultaneously understood each other's gazes.

He stood behind Emma of the Abyss, extending his hands towards her neck: "So you mean I should do this?"

"What? Can't bring yourself to do it?" Emma looked at Milo meaningfully.

Milo said:

"Of course I couldn't do it, how could I possibly do it?"

And just as the two were joking around.

The living room door was kicked open!

A man dressed in a suit and wearing a top hat, holding a pistol, burst into the living room in a clumsy, stumbling, and rather unskilled fighting manner.

He shouted:
"Don't even move!"

Then, aiming at Emma Abyss, who was kneeling on the ground chanting a spell, he blew up the living room chandelier with a single shot!
……

...

……

Emma looked at Milo with a blank expression.

Milo had already covered his face with his hands, unable to bear watching any longer.

Conventionally, there is only one type of person who can suddenly appear in the middle or later stages of a cult's summoning ritual: the reckless investigators from Miskatonic University.

And the idiot who barged into the living room was also one of Milo's acquaintances, Investigator C.

...

C did indeed come with the initial intention of saving the world.

Although their marksmanship was a bit poor, it was still quite commendable for professors whose main job was scientific research and academic pursuits.

And, unexpectedly...

Before Abyss Emma and Abyss Milo could react, the shattered chandelier suddenly broke and smashed precisely onto Abyss Emma's head.

The scene was extremely cruel and bloody, even startling C himself.

(End of this chapter)