Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 635 Handled by One Person

"Since you refuse to embrace the crimson, then you must also be prepared to face the crimson's wrath."

The insectoid man drew his sword (let's just call it a sword for now).

Milo, on the other hand, directly set up a wall of black mist to enclose the area surrounding the dividing line.

The first appearance of such a barrier wall separating the area was probably during the Night of the Hunt, when Sothos's fallen avatar first demonstrated this superior skill on the roof of the Law Enforcement Headquarters.

To put it simply, it's a boss room.

So Milo had a bit of a takeover feel to him. While the insectoid was muttering ancient words and trying to "force" Milo to convert to the Crimson, he had already marked out the battlefield. And this wasn't a spell or any other skill that could be broken through by force.

The oppressive aura of the CCD's soul-level insectoid beings is overwhelming.

The area within the Fog Wall is also highly artistic at this moment, as it is situated right on the dividing line, with one half of the area being scarlet and the other half being night.

The ancient insectoids and the new generation of shadows currently occupy different territories.

This astonishing scene could be vaguely seen even outside the fog wall, and it seemed to have dealt a great blow to the Scarlet Witch's mind.

Because that would mean the collapse of a long-term plan, and at the same time, as Milo's guide, she had nurtured an untamable Holy Communion Apostle under her guidance, who was now rebelliously setting up a Fog Wall to imprison the embodiment of the ancient ancestors' will.

From this perspective, the Scarlet Witch herself betrayed the Crimson.

Her guilt may be greater than Milo's, because it was she who raised this madman.

...

The witch stared at the two men drawing their swords against each other on one side of the fog wall, then lay on the ground on the dark side of the wall, wailing and weeping.

"Crimson...please don't abandon me..."

"I have been away from you for too long, Your Majesty..."

"I can't take it anymore..."

Please…

...

The time difference between two civilizations may have caused some kind of change in the Scarlet Witch's mental world due to the long wait, or perhaps she had already exhausted all her efforts in the fight against oblivion. Such a long period of time is a span in which even the ancients could forget their original names, yet the Scarlet Witch has always remembered Crimson.

From a certain perspective, this might be what she meant by the belief in the immortality of faith.

……

However, the atmosphere on the side where the fighting was taking place was not as solemn and sorrowful as that on the witch's side.

Milo even turned this battle into his own home turf.

Why do you say that?

Because, after setting up the fog wall, this guy thought it over and over and felt that something was still missing.

Finally, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he remembered what the missing thing was. So he snapped his fingers crisply at the black-clad enforcers outside the fog wall who had been bewitched and lured here by the Scarlet Witch.

Biaji!

The spell controlling all these bounty hunters shattered instantly.

Everyone regained their senses.

The next second, the immense fear they felt from facing the massive crimson mountain range was rapidly drawn from their hearts and surged into Milo's hands within the fog wall domain, providing Milo with a significant power boost. At the same time, everyone instantly calmed down and regained their composure.

But that's not the point.

What Milo meant by "missing something" was—

"Rick, give us something exciting."...

He shouted this sentence towards the outside of the fog wall.

In fact, the meaning of this sentence is very diverse, and different people may have different interpretations.

Because if the girls from the pleasure house heard this, they would most likely take off their underwear and reveal something spectacular.

If Yan were to hear this, he would probably pull a fresh, magical leaf from his pocket and shove it into your hand.

But Rick, on the other hand, pulled out a phonograph from who-knows-where...

It's hard to imagine why a law enforcement officer with forensic expertise would carry such a bulky device around.

They even brought records.

...

And so, the familiar melody of "Day of Wrath" resounded at the boundary between crimson and darkness.

It is worth mentioning that this is a requiem.

...

Milo handled all the background music for the Boss room and the battles.

It's self-evident who the real boss of this battle is.

However, if it's just one-on-one combat inside the fog wall, it would be a bit boring and tedious, since the people and butterflies from both sides can't just stand there staring blankly at each other outside.

……

As the tall, thin figure wielding a scarlet longsword clashed with the shadow of fear within the fog wall, the fog wall area where they were located became the eye of the storm. Inverted tornadoes rose from the ground, and the rolling, turbid air currents contained physical matter of both scarlet and black hues, as well as multiple elements such as lightning, and were constantly drawing power from both worlds.

Each clash between the two terrifying creatures within the fog wall caused a violent, disruptive tremor within the storm.

Or perhaps the crimson sword tore a piece of the source of fear from the shadow.

Or perhaps the shadow tore off one of the insectoid's limbs.

As both sides suffered damage, the once straight and distinct dividing line on the ground began to permeate and infiltrate each other.

Every storm's chaos casts a crimson hue into the night, or nails a somber mark onto the crimson world, depending on which side is being ravaged.

After this trend of the dividing line encroaching on each other evolved to a certain stage, the creatures of both eras began to become restless.

Because when the dividing line becomes blurred, it means that one's own blade can reach into the crimson world, and the crimson claws can also enter a part of the night.

...

The one-on-one battles at the heart of the storm determine the overall battlefield layout.

On this side of the Crimson Mountains, besides swarms of pilgrimage butterflies fluttering their membranous wings and filling the sky, many wingless creatures that look more like humans emerged from the crevices of the mountains and swarmed down across the land, creating a visual spectacle that was enough to give anyone goosebumps.

However, the people on the side of the law enforcement officers are no longer the same as before. In less than half a month, the bounty reward stones have made the law enforcement system so that everyone is a psychic. Of course, this is different from the original kind of psychic who evolved spontaneously. Their psychic vision comes from the chaotic order, so it is chaotic psychic vision. It is attached to the bounty order that spread from chaos, and even more so to the order of Milo's great feast of fear.

...

Thus, the believers from the two civilizations finally engaged in a large-scale battle on the blurred dividing line.

On one side was an overwhelming number of individuals and a large-scale air-to-ground attack; on the other side were powerful individuals, each proficient in combat. The cold and hot weapons in the hands of the law enforcement team now glowed with a magma-like aura that even overshadowed the blinding crimson on the other side.

To the strains of the requiem, both sides were striving to interpret what the day of wrath truly meant.

(End of this chapter)