Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 634 Are you in a hurry?
Let the old days and the gods become your bread and wine.

Such slogans are probably only something that extreme fanatics like Scarlet would utter.

Who knows, maybe the crimson color was actually the real reason why the Sumerian civilization was buried by the gods, hehe.

...

The current scene composition is quite interesting.

The world has been divided into two parts.

On one side are writhing mountain ranges, home to countless pilgrimage butterflies, a sea of ​​crimson as far as the eye can see.

On the other side, there was only the silent darkness of night.

The night could not swallow that alluring crimson, and the crimson could not stain the night even a little.

Milo stood right next to the dividing line between the two colors.

Now, it's the crimson side that's sending out the invitation.

Milo cannot cross this line unless he accepts it.

...

The Scarlet Witch's words did indeed sound very tempting.

The feasibility is extremely high; it's as if the Blood Moon Era was tailor-made for Crimson.

To put it bluntly, this is a pie in the sky that is very likely to come true, not just something that is drawn up, because the journey to Os-Nargai has already confirmed that the Scarlet Witch does indeed roam the dark corners of the two worlds to preach the fear order of Milo, and the conquerors who were imprisoned by the gods in the eastern continent are one of the candidate believers.

For a long time, Milo couldn't see through this old man in the red robe.

She actively approached and became Milo's "guide," providing him with many secrets and knowledge not even recorded in ancient texts. The body sacrificed in the Holy Communion also came from her, and she was cut in two by the Temple of the Golden Law. In a sense, the Scarlet Witch has fully fulfilled her duty as a guide, and even exceeded it.

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It's not a question of whether or not to kneel.

If kneeling could grant you world domination, Milo would have kowtowed himself right through the ground.

"The problem is... you guys are acting a little too hasty, you know?"

Milo looked at the law enforcement team members behind him, shrouded in darkness.

These people were actually brought here by the Scarlet Witch to remind Milo that it was time to establish his own belief system.

It's somewhat similar to the feeling in ancient times when ministers bowed and kowtowed, "forcing" a new king to take office.

The main focus is on creating an atmosphere; its function is to enhance that atmosphere.

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"And another thing, you've always been a riddle teller, but now you're suddenly spouting such a long string of colloquialisms, which makes it seem like you're afraid I won't understand, and that you're in a hurry, isn't it?"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Ok?"

"If there was no rush, why kill the Blood Saintess and C from the Church?"

"They even left Daisy on the other side of the mountain."

"They must have said something they shouldn't have."

……

"..."

Milo's words silenced the Scarlet Witch for a brief moment.

She stood there for a long time, leaning on her withered wooden cane, before speaking again: "It is understandable that you are confused. The Queen is willing to give you some time to consider."

"Queen?"

Milo pointed with his thumb at the tall, thin insectoid silhouette behind him.

You mean this thing?

As soon as he finished speaking, Milo felt a burning sensation, a warning from the insectoid's gaze, like countless needles slicing across the side of Milo's face.

However, Milo nodded and grinned.

The subtle yet confident warning suggested that this person was not some so-called queen, but rather a servant of a queen who was angry on behalf of her master.

It wasn't until the burning sensation appeared that Milo truly understood what level of life this insectoid being belonged to. Yes, before that, Milo couldn't discern the level of the insectoid shrouded in the crimson aura.

The red light emitted by the mountains had a strong repulsive force on Milo. Not only could his limbs not enter the range of the mountains, but even Milo's senses became dulled here.

Moreover, although the insectoids looked frightening, Milo sensed a strange "naivety" about them. He always thought it was just his imagination. After all, how could something remnants of the previous civilization be naive?
Until just now, I was slightly provoked.

This newborn thing was indeed immature; it would bristle at the slightest provocation and reveal its hostility. In that instant, Milo was able to get a general idea of ​​the level of power it possessed.

To Milo's surprise, as the Scarlet Witch said, if analyzed solely from the perspective of power, a superior being can be simply evaluated from two angles: physique and soul. Just like Milo, whose physique comes from the Holy Communion and whose soul originates from the Fear Food.

As for the insectoid creature before him, its physique was not strong; in fact, it was just as Milo had firsted to see, appearing rather immature.

As a race buried by the gods, they are definitely not survivors. Just imagine, even the Golden Tree died, how could ancient beings survive? The insectoids in front of them are most likely reborn beings, or in some ways newborns. This is the source of the "naivety" that Milo sensed.

But its soul is ridiculously powerful.

The hostility he had just revealed gave Milo a greater sense of oppression than any of his former comrades he had ever faced.

It even bears a slight resemblance to "deities".

This immediately reminded Milo of the realm Emma had mentioned, Above the Shadows—CCD.

……

...

"This is the power of faith."

The Scarlet Witch had been dealing with Milo for some time, and she knew that every seemingly nonsensical thing he did was purposeful. She could also see that Milo's deliberate insults were a test of the insectoids' presence.

After Milo's probing yielded results, she began to slowly explain:

"All creations of civilization will perish in the end times: language, writing, technology, art... But no matter how powerful the gods are, what they can never crush is the faith that has been accumulated over millions of years."

“Believers, servants, believers, and their families can be easily crushed and killed. Their physical bodies can be burned or annihilated, but the faith offered by these inferiors will exist forever. As long as the fire of faith is not extinguished, there is no possibility of the believer's demise. Even if defeated, His bones will always have the possibility of being rekindled.”

"This is the heaven-defying power of faith, something that dreams and external gods rely on, yet also fear."

"Moreover, it is the real reason why they chose to coexist with the races they considered lowly in the Dreamland. It is the pastureland of the gods' faith, the source of their immortal power. It is not that the gods want to benefit a world. On the contrary, they need these lowly races and the service of servant races. Otherwise, they will always have that infinitely close probability of being killed."

...

It is not that those in lower positions need the salvation and blessings of the gods, but rather that the gods need the service of those in lower positions.

Even at the highest levels of order, "each to their own" seems to be an unchanging rule.

It's somewhat like the relationship between Yan and his "good friends" who sleep with him.

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"No, no."

However, Milo doesn't seem to agree with some of the Scarlet Witch's claims.

Or rather, he believed that the Scarlet Witch had let something slip.

"You only talked about the nice parts, why didn't you talk about what this thing is really like? It's not some Crimson Queen, right? It's just one of many servants. The reason it was able to be reborn from the ashes is by mixing the wills of all the servants that were not completely annihilated together, not by the power of faith. It is not qualified to enjoy that power, because it is a servant itself."

"Therefore, it is obviously unreasonable to use it as an example to prove the immortality effect of the power of faith."

"If it is really as you say, that as long as faith exists, the one being served is immortal, then why is it not the Scarlet Queen herself who comes out to receive my worship?"

"He is a man? Oh, I mean, He is a god?"

"Besides, why did you summon my followers here..."

Milo had his back to the insectoids, his gaze fixed on the Scarlet Witch.

After a pause, he said in a calm tone:
"Oh, what a pity. If you had kept pretending to be crazy, you might have been able to get by for a while longer. Once you saw how terrible the Blood Moon Era was, you might have really knelt down before the Crimson. It's a pity you were too impatient."

……

The Scarlet Witch fell silent.

After Milo finished speaking, the insectoid behind him slowly bent down, inserted its forelimbs into the withered ground, and pulled out a vine that was constantly spreading some kind of powder into the air. The vine quickly transformed into a hard texture after encountering the air.

And the pilgrimage butterflies hanging on the distant mountains began to flutter their membranous wings again…

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(End of this chapter)