Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 641 Shutdown
No one knows how far the one-on-one duel within the fog wall at the eye of the storm has progressed.

But outside, everything was in complete chaos.

According to the deceased C, the area outside Nanwei City had already fallen, and the madness factor spreading outwards from the Miskatonic River Basin had eroded the soul of every individual life form.

But at this moment, Nanwei City displayed a tranquility that it rarely possessed.

No matter how the chaotic battle in the suburbs progressed, the Nanwei city district, shrouded in night, seemed completely unaffected; the roar and bright lights failed to penetrate the city streets.

Those Nanwei people, they really showed absolutely no sign of waking up from their slumber...

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Tick-tock…tick-tock…

Tick-tock…

Without the commotion of drunkards causing a ruckus in the streets, the only melody in the sufficiently quiet law enforcement office hall was the crisp ticking of the clock on the wall.

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"What do you mean, 'I am the only one who is sober'?"

Enid asked, puzzled.

After a brief "exchange," the initial sense of dread I felt upon first encountering these ladies had completely vanished.

The real reason, of course, is the one inside the fog wall on one side of the Crimson Mountains who is expending a great deal of energy.

But Enid certainly couldn't know any of this.

However, she also made a new discovery: the mysterious "bounty poster distributors" in front of her were not just an old woman and a young girl. In addition to the elderly woman and the little girl, there was also a young woman of similar age to herself, making a total of three people.

She didn't know when it started, but Enid no longer felt any fear when facing their pale, bloodless faces.

They can even communicate calmly and peacefully.

So far, these women, whose speech is constantly punctuated by sobs, have not done anything out of line; they are simply distributing bounty notices.

"Aren't they all asleep? They don't know whether they're dead or still alive."

"In this upside-down world, only those like you, who are immersed in dreams, are truly awake; they are our last hope."

"Apart from the vast majority who have fallen into madness, the rest are either already dead or have accepted the chaotic vision; they no longer have the right to dream."

"That young Shadow, I must admit, was incredibly bold, whether it was facing the choices of the gods head-on or making that reckless gamble. He even vaguely resembled his master in some way, sob sob sob..."

"It's been so many years since we've had someone like him..."

"But in the end, only he himself is truly majestic and dashing."

"When time returns to normal and everything begins to be pushed back and repeated, all his companions will have to taste the bitterness of despair once again, and you, the only one left who is still clear-headed, shouldn't you be the one to bear all of this?"

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Tick-tock…tick-tock…

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The three ladies spoke one after another, rattling off a long string of words that Enid couldn't understand at all.

She was completely bewildered; the only part she could somewhat understand was the section about "dreaming," while the rest was entirely beyond her comprehension.

But Enid was never the type to get stuck on trivial details.

She had now secretly labeled the three eccentric women in front of her as belonging to a cult.

Although the conversation was very uncomfortable, it was necessary to continue because Enid herself did not know what would happen when the conversation ended.

So she continued:
"Repeat the entire process?"

...

This time, however, none of the old woman, the girl, or the young woman responded to Enid.

The three of them suddenly turned to look at the clock on the south wall of the hall behind them.

In the moment of complete silence, Enid also noticed something amiss.

That is, the background noise that had been playing throughout the entire conversation disappeared.

That familiar, somewhat annoying "tick-tock...tick-tock" is gone.

...

Enid was somewhat at a loss.

The fact that the three women in front of her were staring intently at the distant clock without saying a word, with the backs of their heads facing Enid, easily led to some unpleasant associations, such as their faces changing when they turned back, or their heads falling off her shoulders.

In contrast, Enid was completely unconcerned about the clock hands stopping.

But the three grieving women in front of them were extremely concerned about this.

They just kept staring at the clock on the wall.

For a full hundred seconds, the quiet surroundings were filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

Until the new "tick-tock...tick-tock" sounded again.

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At that moment, red moonlight shone through the glass from a corner of the windowsill, falling directly on the clock. Even Enid couldn't help but notice that although the clock, which had resumed its ticking, hadn't stopped, its hands were stuck at their original marks, merely trembling slightly twice with each tick.

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The youngest of the three ladies suddenly spoke, uttering the following sentence in a clear, crisp voice:

"It's starting now."

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The second hand stopped moving forward, and all the gears inside the clock entered a strange, contradictory state. From that moment on, the time that had passed seemed different from before.

As for the red light shining in from outside the window...

It did not originate from the Scarlet Mountains on the outskirts of the city.

And it comes from distant space.

The night sky over Nanwei City was now completely illuminated.

Or rather, ignite.

It was ignited by a massive red star that occupied a third of the sky...

It was a rusty, brownish-red color, with no distinguishing features on its surface except for hill-like, spherical protrusions. It floated there lifelessly, radiating an overwhelming aura, like rolling, muffled thunder.

It was composed of gas, dust, and molten iron, and the oppressive heat seemed to have pressed down on all the upper buildings of the city.

That was Geheros.

When He arrived, the stars gave way.

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"I can't wait to see the expressions on the gods' faces, when they realize their only hope has been extinguished, hah... hah..."

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……

In the valley of the abandoned shelter.

Emma tore open her shirt, revealing the hideous, deep crack on her back.

The sounds of celestial bodies roared high in the sky.

The crack on her back seemed to hear the singing of the stars, and began to writhe and breathe rhythmically.

Emma was enduring immeasurable pain.

Sweat soaked every strand of her long hair and every inch of her skin, but she remained calm and used trembling hands to install the loaded cylinder onto the firearm.

Around her, there were piles of pre-prepared explosives on the ground.

And this time she used diatomaceous earth.

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At this moment, it seems that it wasn't just the terrible pain that was plaguing her.

It seemed that someone was still talking to her.

But in the empty valley, we could only hear Emma's voice.

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"Shut up, you're not fit to be my son."

Emma stood up, gripping the pistol tightly in both hands.

Her tone was not only resolute but also carried a hint of indifference, a quality that those who knew their death early on possessed.

Despite rarely using firearms, the gesture of raising a gun while enduring extreme pain subtly revealed a unique elegance, even though her voice and hands were trembling slightly.

"Something that's long dead wants to be our son? How ridiculous."

"What gods? I don't care."

"It doesn't matter. Even if you don't die from the explosion, Milo will kill you anyway."

"I can guarantee that."

"No reason."

"Because you disgust me."

Emma stood still with difficulty.

He then cocked the pistol and aimed it at the explosives on the ground.

She knew what was about to crawl out of the crack in her back.

These explosives were the most "generous" gift she could prepare for the other party.

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(End of this chapter)