Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 630 Mountain

What troubled Milo the most was that he had never mentioned his past in this world, so no one could help him remember the name that once belonged to him but had now been forgotten.

A nameless sense of panic enveloped him.

Perhaps it was this sudden panic that made Milo briefly ignore the ghostly shadows appearing in the air on both sides of the bridge platform.

……

At first glance, the shadows would only look like withered trees swaying in the night wind.

However, it is nearing summer, and the canal flows swiftly below the bridge abutments on both sides. Neither the season nor the location should result in any dead trees being visible in the field of vision.

...

But Milo was caught in a deep self-doubt and a frantic brainstorming session at that very moment.

"My real name..."

"How could I forget? How could I possibly forget?"

When did I arrive here?

"How much time has passed exactly?"

...

"Is this what Imnar was like before he regained his godhood?"

...

"Do I... really have a real name?"

It's not so torturous if something is completely removed from your mind. What's truly distressing is when you're absolutely certain that something once existed, and you believe you know it inside and out, but all that certainty is fading away, and another voice emerges in your mind, denying what you remember.

And so chaos ensued...

...

The young bishop atop the cableway seemed to have achieved some goal. She stopped her vicious curses and instead began to laugh maniacally, hugging herself and rolling around on top of the cableway, giving the impression that she might fall off at any moment...

And during Milo's brief period of self-doubt.

The swaying "dead trees" at both ends of the bridge have "grown" to the same height as the church bridge.

...

In fact, they were huge yet thin shadows, not withered trees.

Under the moonlight, they resembled butterflies magnified countless times. The forked and intersecting supporting structures in the middle of their huge, transparent membranous wings were clearly visible, like the branches and veins of a tree. Compared to the membranous wings that almost filled half the sky, their trunks were so slender that they were easily overlooked. They were the source of all the branches in the membranous wings, with the texture of ancient plants, and more like some kind of mutated corpse. To be precise, it resembled some kind of ancient funeral method where bandages were wrapped around the body.

Because when the torsos of these densely packed, floating "things" glowed with a blinding red light, it was indeed clear that tattered strips of cloth were wrapped around their rough surfaces...

But soon, the entire surrounding space was completely filled with these ever-increasing red lights.

It was accompanied by a high-pitched, sharp cry that seemed to come from beyond the heavens.

...

As Daisy said, "Perhaps we will never see such gentle moonlight again."

The red light replaced the moon's cool hue and completely ignited everything around it.

The turbulent air currents vaporized all the molecules in the air.

As the focal point of the red light, the church bridge melted instantly.

The canal water that had been rushing into the sea below evaporated into water vapor in just a few breaths. In the completely dried-up underground river, some vine-like creatures that had never appeared in this civilization pried open the rock layers and grew wildly upwards.

Their roots are tinged with the color of magma, undulating and pulsating as if breathing.

A completely new mountain range thus rose out of nowhere from beneath the riverbed.

This inevitably brings to mind a widespread rumor circulating in Nanwei City since the beginning of the Great Plague—that the canal was the source of evil. Of course, the real reason this claim arose was that the canal waters did indeed bring the plague virus to Nanwei City from its upstream location in the northwest.

Perhaps this is the wonderful coincidence between legend and reality.

Perhaps it's not so strange...

...

This mountain range, seemingly possessing a life of its own, widened the original riverbed several times over. The melted bridge's piers were nowhere to be seen. Not only the mountain range, but the entire sky here, including its rules and order, was distorted. Huge, ugly butterflies were bathed in the crimson glow of the sky.

The Prayer Square, the Cathedral, the Starry Clock Tower, and other buildings were completely isolated on the other side.

Only now did Milo finally understand the meaning behind Daisy's last words—her plea for him to stay.

"Perhaps we will never see such gentle moonlight again."

She knew what was about to happen, and that was just her way of trying to get Milo to stay a little longer.

...

The red light released by the giant butterfly failed to harm Milo.

He had already reached the other side long before the church bridge melted down.

To be precise, the red light wasn't aimed at Milo; its target was the young bishop.

And in the end, she melted into the red light along with the bridge…

Everything happened too fast; Milo didn't have time to save her.

……

At this moment, it was still dark behind him.

But what lay before him was like a corner of another world that had been cut in from elsewhere, extremely illusory and unreal. If it weren't for the faint glimpse of the church buildings on the other side through the firelight of the mountains, Milo would have really thought that this world had been taken over by something.

Milo frowned as he faced the vine-covered mountains made of terrifying substances.

He stretched out his hand.

After the fingertip crossed the boundary of night and entered the air of that mountain range, the half-finger turned into ashes out of thin air and was completely annihilated.

...

He slowly withdrew his hand, stood there for a long time, and fell into deep thought.

The Blood Saintess's words were not meant to distract Milo. Just as in reality, even if Milo did momentarily lose his focus, he could still react when a real threat approached.

If the Shadow-level Old Ones can really be killed by such inferior methods, then the Old Ones should stop being called Old One Rulers and be called Old One Trash.

On the contrary, Milo felt that the Blood Saintess had brought this disaster upon herself by saying those things she shouldn't have.

Just as Daisy had previously hinted.

The moment she showed any intention of conveying a message, the hound's fangs were already poised to strike.

Compared to Daisy's caution, the Blood Saintess clearly took a more decisive approach.

And she naturally paid the corresponding price for it—her life.

If we follow this line of reasoning, then the so-called key message must be the thing that made Milo realize something – he had forgotten his real name.

This must be the key.

Maybe.

Milo believes that this message, obtained at the cost of ending the life of a being who has lived for countless long years, is entirely worth taking seriously.

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(End of this chapter)