Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 633 Promise
Milo possesses this ability.

It was a unique ability, even more so than devouring fear, and one that he possessed before he became an Old One, or even before he became a Visionary—it was an innate ability.

He can easily disrupt any serious and tense atmosphere.

Or it can be simply understood as this person, b, not liking to give face to others when it comes to creating an atmosphere, regardless of whether the other party is a friend or foe.

Take, for example, this ugly insect-man right in front of us.

When someone speaks with an ancient accent and talks about very serious and formal matters, most people would be wary of such a terrifying sense of pressure.

But the problem troubling this person at that moment was—the insect's abdomen was so long that even their own hand couldn't reach it...

"Does that mean you never wipe after using the toilet?"

Yes, those words just popped out of Milo's mouth.

...

……

The person's previous question was, "Since you are an apostle who enjoys Holy Communion, why don't you worship when you see the ancient scarlet?"

Milo replied, "Do you never wipe yourself after using the toilet?"

Okay, all that bullshit about Ancient Crimson, Lunar Enlightenment, and Pilgrim Butterfly has vanished. The frenzied apocalyptic atmosphere created by the calamity and mutation elements that had been piled up earlier has completely disappeared.

If an observer were to overhear this level of conversation, they would likely exclaim something like, "Is this the mysterious and unpredictable way superiors communicate?"

...

The truth is, the insectoids didn't understand what Milo was saying either.

Ah, language is understandable. For creatures at their level, language is merely a dispensable medium; communication can be achieved purely through will. But even with such a seamless mode of communication, it still couldn't keep up with Milo's thought process.

However, it doesn't matter if your thought process doesn't keep up.

As these two superior beings spoke, some physical connections had already unconsciously resonated with each other, such as the bloodline of communion sacrifice.

Without Milo's active control, the surface of his arms glowed with the color of molten lava, and then, after the cracks became extremely dazzling, traces of green appeared.

Those are the bloodstains belonging to the projection of Sothos and Horsas. They have different names in various sects, but they are generally words that are inseparable from sin.

This wondrous resonance stems from the mutual connection within the sacrificial order of communion.

...

scarlet.

Milo had encountered clues about this sect in the unseen lands beneath the church.

Those are the few remaining fragments of inscriptions on broken sculptures and stone coffins.

In retrospect, perhaps the crimson is to the Golden Tree what the Monsis school is to the Contractual Organization.

They are all radical, arrogant, and rebellious.

Of course, Monsis could not compare to Crimson. The school led by Crow and Raven had only "dared" to embark on the path of using the knowledge of the Old Gods to fight against them. Their generation was already regarded as madmen, insane, and heretics simply for trying to understand the will and knowledge of the Old Gods.

In an even wilder era...

The crimson will, however, directly raised its sword against a series of superior beings, including the Old Ones, the Old Gods, and even external deities.

As the insectoids said, the core order of the Scarlet Cult is the Holy Communion, and anyone who has partaken in the Holy Communion can be considered an apostle of the Scarlet Cult.

Milo looked down at the hideous red cracks on the back of his hand.

Looking up again, I saw that the tall, thin insectoid in front of me was also doing the same thing. Its forelimbs, which were similar to those of humans, were also covered with some cracks and were now shimmering with some strange colors, no less so than Milo's.

...

"What kind of insane cult is this?"

Milo sighed.

Under the crimson light, Monsis's so-called taboo scholars and madmen were practically exemplary citizens; the royal family should award each of them a J-woman medal.

They improve themselves, gain power, and evolve by devouring the flesh and blood of those in power.

That's why it was called a wild era. It was a rule even more unreasonable than the bounty order from the abyss. What kind of person would dare to take devouring gods as their path, and even start a sect?

...

Suddenly, a familiar, hoarse voice came from behind Milo.

"Perhaps the time is not yet ripe, but we have no other choice, child."

The voice was as hoarse as a security door that hadn't been lubricated in a hundred years, and it sounded like there was a puncture in the throat or vocal cords that hadn't been stitched up properly...

Oh, no, it's not just that her throat was stitched up recently. Not just her throat, her whole body was stitched up.

……

"Child? Our relationship isn't close enough for me to use that term. Don't do it again."

Milo glanced at the old red robe draped over the Scarlet Witch, then looked back at the crimson hue that enveloped everything on the towering mountains before him, and sighed at his belated realization:
"You should have realized it was Crimson by now, right?"

However, compared to the Golden Tree, a belief system that spanned two great civilizations, the Crimson's presence was ridiculously low. The few pieces of information they had were just irrelevant snippets. Not to mention its transmission, even relevant documents didn't bother to mention this sect.

Unlike the Golden Tree, whose true form currently resides in the Dream Realm, possessing a temple and millions of servants.

Milo has entered and exited the Dreamland several times, but has never heard a single word about Crimson.

But the fact that scholars and even clergy of the Golden Rule Church could recognize the “indelible sins” on Milo’s hands at a glance shows that gold and scarlet had already “knew each other” millions of years ago.

...

"The Blood Moon Age is coming, a world where the old days have all fallen into madness, where even gods bleed upon their fall. And, Crimson, the Crimson Will is the most invincible path in this era of carnage. Slaughter is the only melody of the Blood Moon. The Celestial Song has already revealed all this. Convert to Crimson, Milo, and in the future, you will be able to taste the blood and flesh of countless gods..."

"All of them! All those who have ever despised, cheated, and oppressed you, they will pay the price. They will all become your food, your bread, and your wine!"

"Don't you want to protect that blind girl forever? Convert to Crimson, and in the future you can completely replace the Golden Law Temple, making those lofty black knives mere ingredients in the Golden Communion, and making the Eye of Thinking the orthodox temple."

"And what about the other beings who are also gods of dreams? Have you forgotten the stern warning you received when you first entered the Dream Realm? I'm telling you now, that was the elder of the gods, Nordens. Do you want to kneel before Him again the next time you see Him?"

"Listen, you creature that devours fear, you have mastered the soul order of fear. With the physique bestowed by the Holy Communion, you will have the faith of apostles and kin in the future. I have already preached to you in the world of lucidity and the dream realm. Your followers are everywhere in the dark corners. Your sacrificial ground will be established in the ancient East of the dream realm. Fear and crimson will become your most powerful spear and shield, and you will be placed above the order, on equal footing with the true external gods."

"And here, at this very moment, is the starting point of it all."

"Milo, what are you still hesitating for..."

...

It must be admitted that even with a strange, hoarse voice that hurts the eardrums, what was said was still captivating enough.

This can be considered the future that Crimson promised to Milo.

Putting everything else aside, given that the Blood Moon is destined to descend, the crimson Holy Communion rules and order are indeed the most in line with the main theme of this era of slaughter.

Imagine if the whole world became a meat grinder for those in power, wouldn't blood and flesh be everywhere to be picked up?

...

At this very moment, behind the Scarlet Witch, in the darkness, a dark mass of figures approached from the direction of Nanwei City.

There were many familiar faces inside…

Most of them are from the law enforcement system.

There's Rebecca, Charles from the Western Law Enforcement Agency, Butch, Rick...

As if drawn by some force, they were all walking at the same pace, inching towards the boundary between these two worlds, and one could vaguely sense a feeling of "pilgrimage".

But this feeling was somewhat strange.

Because these are law enforcement officers, and the original purpose of establishing the law enforcement system was actually to check and counter the power of the state religion.

And now they too have become believers.

Because of the bounty order that comes from the abyss.

It's safe to say that this era is truly chaotic.

(End of this chapter)