Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 624 Strange Stars
The belated sound waves allowed Milo and Yan to find the source of the flash.

However, it was too late. By the time they arrived at the source of the sound as quickly as possible, the place was already deserted.

...

The location is atop a bell tower on the west side of the 23rd parish.

This is the tallest building in the area, and from the top, where a large clock hangs, you can overlook a large area of ​​the surrounding blocks.

When Milo arrived, the marble pillars and the ground were still warm, and the heavy clock was vibrating at a very low frequency, as if it had just been violently struck by some aftershock.

Apart from that, there was nothing else unusual about the clock tower.

They arrived too late and did not see the person who shot and killed Byakki.

"Wait, why do you say 'fire a shot'?" President Yan was easily distracted and couldn't keep up with the train of thought.

Milo crouched down and positioned himself on top of the fence in a shooting stance.

Seemingly sensing something was wrong, he stood up and changed his posture, placing one foot on the railing and assuming a firing stance with a long gun.

Then, aiming at the marks on the fence, he roughly determined the direction the gun was pointing and pointed forward.

Without saying a word, Yan jumped over the fence. Rolling black smoke condensed into wings, making his figure completely blend into the night, and he rushed towards the target location at an extremely fast speed.

Seven or eight seconds later, Yan's figure returned to the clock tower, behind Milo.

This time, he had a bullet in his hand that was still red-hot.

"That really did sound like a gunshot."

He held the cylindrical bullet between his index finger and thumb, squinted at it, and examined it closely, muttering to himself:
"If I remember correctly, regular handguns use spherical bullets, right? This one looks a bit different..."

Milo turned the red-hot bullet around and showed Yan the cross-sectional area of ​​the cylindrical bullet, which was actually a hexagon.

"What does this mean?" Yan asked.

"The description says it's a rifle, the top-of-the-line kind," Milo muttered.

"A rifle?" Yan looked suspicious. "One bullet wiped out all the remaining Byaki who hadn't managed to evacuate... Hmm—I mean, if it was already that ruthless, why would it use a gun, such a low-end weapon made by humans?"

“Who knows?” Milo shrugged.

He removed his foot from the railing.

But it seemed like I stepped on something, making a crisp, crackling sound.

I lifted my heel to take a look.

It turned out to be some cookie crumbs.

...

"Hopefully this is the last strange thing to happen tonight."

Milo seemed to be deep in thought.

"It won't work if you say it out loud," Yan added sarcastically from the side.

Then, strange things began to happen one after another.

The face of Yan, who had been making sarcastic remarks next to Milo while holding a red-hot bullet a moment ago, began to crack. He seemed oblivious to anything amiss, even sniffing the bullet and muttering nonsense to himself.
"Hey, this little thing has a spiral shape on its surface. I guess the cross-section of that rifle's barrel is also hexagonal."

"This way, the bullet will naturally spin as it moves through the barrel."

"Come to think of it, this thing has a familiar smell."

"He looks a lot like that bastard who kicked me before..."

...

He was completely unaware that the skin on his face and hands was rapidly withering, drying out, cracking, and peeling off.

The exposed flesh and blood had a magma-like color that was even hotter than the bullet.

Not only that, Yan's eyelids also turned into brittle shells and fell off, exposing his eyeballs, which glowed with fire and burned completely. After the skin between his eyebrows cracked and peeled off, another burning eye was revealed. At this point, the Night Demon's three-lobed eye was clearly visible.

But the three-lobed eye, which was burning fiercely, withered in an instant, and the flames seemed to lose their life, quickly becoming dim.

In less than a few seconds, Yan's clothes had rotted into dust, but the collapse did not stop. His muscles and blood vessels began to wither and fall off.

As his incessantly talking mouth opened and closed, his charred teeth and tongue turned to black charcoal, with fragments spraying out from his mouth and nose with each breath.

...

Even so, Yan, completely oblivious, kept blabbing on and on:
"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Please don't look at me like that, you know. Watch your expression, sir."

...

Every word he uttered was accompanied by large amounts of debris and black smoke, making him look as if he had been burned.

Milo's gaze gradually turned serious. He could clearly see that Yan had no idea what changes were happening to his body.

In the blink of an eye, Yan's flesh and blood were torn to shreds, and bones were exposed in many places. When those bloody bones came into contact with the air, they seemed to undergo some kind of violent chemical reaction and burst into flames, turning into charcoal in an instant.

No one knew that Milo had amplified his will to the point of covering the entire city of Nanwei, yet he still hadn't found any hidden enemies.

Just as he was about to say something.

A red-hot metal halberd pierced through Yan's chest without warning, tearing out his shattered internal organs and spine...

At this point, Yan's ever-talkative mouth finally quieted down.

...

Milo could no longer control himself.

He pushed Yan away...

The fist, imbued with the burning blood of divine sin, slammed straight towards Yan's back...

...

Clang—

Accompanied by the abrupt end of the bell tolling.

The top of the tower's spire was flattened.

The heavy bell was completely melted down and turned into molten iron, which was poured onto the top of the broken tower.

...

Milo couldn't see from which direction the halberd had been thrown.

He threw a punch at the source of that ultimate malice, purely on instinct.

In an instant, a long-lost sense of fear and powerlessness, which he had almost forgotten, swept over his entire body.

The sheer terror of that feeling surpassed anything he had ever experienced before, whether facing the gods of dreams or the even more powerful Outer Gods. Milo had never felt such despair before.

In a daze, he suddenly recalled the time when he was at his weakest and most helpless—

That was his experience of dragging his plague-ravaged body out of that village by the sea, a village piled high with corpses.

That was the first time death truly gripped Milo's neck, and he was utterly powerless to resist...

...

With that punch, Milo felt as if he were bound by something.

It was as if, as he threw a punch, countless thin threads bound his shoulders and arms from behind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break those threads. At the same time, there seemed to be some kind of mist in front of him that blocked most of his power, so that in the end only the tower and the big bell suffered.

Without further ado, Milo prepared to throw a second punch, trying to completely break free from that strange, invisible restraint.

But just as he raised his hand again, that familiar, somewhat annoying voice came from beside him once more:
"Uh, I was just saying it casually, there's no need to get so angry, is there?"

Upon hearing the sound, Milo instantly shifted his posture as if by reflex, the intense power emanating from his fist also shifting in that direction.

When he looked closely, the man who had been burned to a crisp just seconds before, with a halberd piercing his chest, was now sitting unharmed on the railing, his feet raised, his boots burned to smithereens by the molten iron from the bell.

Those two boots were the only missing items on his body; everything else—his nose, eyes, mouth, and front teeth—was intact.

……

Yan Ba ​​Milo was thoroughly startled.

The fist that Milo was dragging, which seemed to scorch everything in the air, gave Yan a real fright.

...

"Your expression is frightening."

Yan pointed to his face:

"It reminds me of my abusive father."

……

It took about ten minutes.

Milo had only just recovered.

The cracks on the back of his hand did not fade, and a burning power continued to surge restlessly.

Even now, he is still immersed in the shock of what just happened. Most importantly, he still can't figure out where that bizarre illusion came from.

"You won't believe what I just saw..."

"Tell me about it."

"I saw you pierced through by a halberd handle."

"Chicken..." Yan hesitated, his expression quite interesting, before finally managing to utter a sentence:
"Okay, then I think I understand why you reacted so strongly."

As he spoke, he tried to imagine the scene, then shook his head with a gloomy look, wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself, "This is definitely the most gruesome way to die in history, bar none."

"But then again, wouldn't it be pretty cool if there were a star in the sky with a penis hanging on its chest in the future..." (Imagining it again)

...

"I'm going home now. Take care of yourself."

Even after confirming that everything just now was an illusion, Milo was still somewhat dazed, because the sense of reality surpassed all the illusions he had ever experienced before.

"Then remember to bring Officer Kent back with you; she's probably had too much to drink." Yan leisurely sat on the broken fence and started picking his toes.

(End of this chapter)