Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 636 The Queen's Will
No one could have predicted that the first battle would not have broken out during the Blood Moon era, but rather before the Blood Moon descended, when they clashed with the suddenly appearing Crimson.

So many abrupt and bizarre things have happened in the past two weeks that the very fact that an ancient group of creatures suddenly emerged from underground doesn't seem so surprising anymore.

However, Milo's mind was not confused by a series of subtle changes.

His vision wasn't clear enough, but among those who had been "removed" were people he could completely trust. If he couldn't trust the Blood Saintess and C, he could at least trust Daisy unconditionally.

Therefore, Scarlet, who stands on the opposite side, could never possibly be on their side.

...

……

Have you ever seen people carrying crowbars in the old days?

I mean the kind of thing that can rip up a large section of the ground with one blow.

The Scarlet Wormman probably had no idea how impressive the rusty, defective industrial weapon was, and initially paid no attention to the dark, unremarkable thing in Milo's hand.

Until the scorching hot vine sword in his hand snapped in two.

The hand that held the sword was shattered even more completely than the blade, like a plate of beads scattered on the ground, with half of the radius bone still hanging from the broken wrist.

As for the human shadow in its eyes, all his movements were casual, without any particular moves or techniques.

belongs to yes.

It's a pure, thuggish fighting style, but its speed and power are both top-notch.

And don't forget that his soul possesses the mysterious and unpredictable power of fear, which even the gods use and manipulate, and his body is imbued with the sacrificial power of Holy Communion, which is a fusion of the blood of Outer Gods and Old Gods.

The Insectoids are the embodiment of the will of many believers after the annihilation of the ancient Crimson Cult in the Sumerian civilization.

On the surface, it appears to be a single entity, but in reality, its soul is a fusion of the broken wills of countless Crimson Cultists and their followers.

They could never have imagined that the first beating they would receive after their birth would be of this type, imbued with the power of the Holy Communion.

In my distant memory, they were the ones who used this power to attack others...

...

……

We've mentioned this before.

The power struggles among those in positions of authority are tedious and boring.

It was a clash of rules and order, without even the boring scene of each holding a beam of light to counter the other. Physical injuries were insignificant to life forms of this level. Some even dragged both sides into a narrow void and used the purest "attack + counterattack" infinitely looping turn-based system to determine the winner, without even bothering with fog gates or grand background music.

Return to the boundary between night and crimson.

Just as Milo had previously judged, the insectoid's body was immature.

It possessed a sufficiently strong spiritual will, but its physical body shattered into pieces right at the start.

Of course, Milo was far from unscathed, but compared to the extent of the insectoid's broken body, his injuries were negligible.

...

After suffering heavy damage, the scarlet insect began frantically digging at the ground with its long limbs on both sides, retreating to the edge of the fog wall domain.

Then, something strange began to wriggle under its skin, eventually pushing through the surface skin and flesh and squeezing out.

The cutscenes were disgusting.

But after that painful process ended, the stuff squeezed out of the torn skin on the insectoid's back completely unfolded in a very short time, and scarlet blood flowed into every blood vessel, allowing the two huge wings to be fully revealed.

The insectoid's previously elongated and stiff half-insectoid body could now finally take flight thanks to the rapid vibrations of its wings. ...

Milo calmly stood aside and watched the cutscene, staring as the guy's wings fully grew out.

Speaking of which, the insectoid's wings are different from those of the pilgrimage butterflies on the mountain. Its wings look much more sacred, with every move accompanied by countless dazzling red streams of light. Most importantly, Milo can feel the materialized form of the so-called power of faith and will.

That was an absolutely frenzied and thirsty force.

This was the first time that Crimson truly revealed its true form to Milo. Its gaze was hidden behind the patterns on its wings, silently watching this unruly and excessively powerful Holy Communion Apostle who was also in the Fog Wall domain.

...

Milo sensed it.

At this moment, the gaze that was examining them was no longer that of the insectoid beings, but rather that of some more obscure and profound being.

Perhaps she was the Crimson Queen who perished along with the Sumerian civilization.

Having devoured the gods, she could not possibly be reborn in the Dream Realm like the Golden Tree, so Milo was skeptical of the claim that the power of faith was immortal, until now when he felt that scrutinizing gaze.

Although the other party's will was not entirely clear, and he seemed to be in a state of chaos, that simple gaze still directly triggered some terrible memories of the Outer Gods deep in Milo's heart.

"Could it be that Crimson is also an external deity?"

Milo walked toward the "second phase" insectoids, carrying a crowbar, muttering to himself.

……

The insect-men have completely transformed into flying insect-men.

Behind it, large fragments, resembling fallen leaves, flew down from the vines that make up the Crimson Mountain Range.

It seems they are brewing some incredibly powerful weapon.

However, when that power was concentrated to its limit, the insectoid's eyes froze, and for a moment a blank look appeared on his face.

Then, the massive, rolling momentum gradually subsided as its severed hand drooped down.

This left Milo, who was already prepared to unleash his full power, somewhat bewildered.

"What do you mean?"

The insectoid's voice became deeper and more resonant. It calmly gazed at Milo on the ground, and after a long silence, it uttered an ancient phrase: "The Queen has no intention of being your enemy."

"If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was the one getting beaten up in the first half." Milo said, his gaze fixed on the insectoid's wings.

“You are destined to stand against the gods. You have no better choice than Crimson,” the insectoid said again.

But Milo remained unmoved:

"That will only make me think that you're resorting to verbal abuse because you can't win a fight."

"The Queen's patience has its limits." The insectoid's tone finally turned into a stern warning.

"Queen, Mother Goddess, Mistress, it doesn't really matter anymore."

Milo shrugged.

He had lost count of how many inexplicable goddesses he had encountered. There was the Black Goat of the Forest, the Swelling Woman, and the Golden Tree might even be a female incarnation. If he had to be strict, Joan Byrne, the Blade of Law, could also be considered a goddess in his eyes (from the perspective of a traditional subordinate).

There were those who were offended, those who were blasphemed, and even those who were killed.

To be honest, we already have enough; one more won't make a difference.

(End of this chapter)