Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 642 The Will of the Gods

The clock stopped, but time did not stand still; it continued to move in another way.

This can be understood as Rick's phonograph not being smashed, but simply having a record replaced by Yan.

However, neither the smashed speakers nor the secretly replaced timeline had any substantial impact on the battle situation inside the fog wall.

The insectoid's sword was shattered, and the wings formed by the convergence of light were also broken.

It turns out that a half-finished CCD that has just woken up is no match for a fully-fledged Shadow, even if the CCD is theoretically above the Shadow in the sequence.

But the truth is that the pressure exerted on Milo by the insectoids was not even as great as that on the fraudster Imnar.

There might be some special factors at play here, such as what the insectoids previously stated—that the Crimson Queen had no intention of being an enemy of Milo.

But its sword shattered.

However, the battle ended in a very strange way; the insectoids did not die at Milo's hands, although Milo did not seem to mind.

Well, usually, on the eve of the end of a battle, the defeated side always has to say something, right?

For example, a formidable opponent would usually say, "Let's make our move."

Or, those who are more stubborn might say, "Man cannot kill God."

Just as Milo put away his crowbar, ready to listen to what the insect might spit out, the insect-man burst into tears.

Milo wasn't sure if the howling and wailing sounds were the crying reaction of this race, but from a human perspective, it sounded very similar.

The insectoid dragged its battered body and began to climb toward the top of the crimson mountain range.

It seemed to feel no regret or resentment about the crushing defeat, as if there was something on that scarlet mountain peak that it cherished.

The kind of feeling where you want to take one last look before it's over.

"Queen……"

"Almighty King, why..."

"Don't you remember me? I am your most loyal servant..."

Please don't abandon me...

"What's more terrifying than death is not seeing your blessing..."

"Why favor that human? He is an untamable shadow. Why not grant me the power to subdue him? Why..."

"We've already given him two chances."

"How could you... how could you forget his blasphemous act so quickly?"

The insectoid's eyes are already blind.

It writhed its broken body and crawled toward the Crimson Mountains.

Its wailing was incredibly mournful, and its hoarse tone was enough to give any listener goosebumps.

From initial heartbreak and tears to gradually losing control.

Perhaps it was the blow of the crushing defeat, or perhaps it was the celestial sounds brought by the blood moon high in the sky that confused its thoughts; in any case, the words spoken by the insect gradually became "unrestrained".

It actually questioned its master in a hoarse voice.

"I gave you everything, everything..."

"But why does the Holy Communion order only favor this sinful being from another world? What is so special about him that makes you... make you willing to abandon your own people!"

"Why!"

...

The long string of humble and sorrowful confessions that followed did not garner any favor from the so-called queen.

Instead, just as the insectoids began to break down and raise questions, some strange and elusive sounds emanated from the massive mountain range before them.

What happened next left Milo speechless.

Because the many pilgrimage butterflies that were originally hovering over the border battlefield all rushed towards the center of the storm as if they had gone mad after hearing the strange noise from the mountains.

Even as terrifying storms tore their wings apart, they still surged toward this place without hesitation.

And their target is not Milo.

It was that insectoid being who was already severely injured and dying.

...

Its humble loyalty ultimately led to its destruction.

Before Milo, the Pilgrim Butterflies dragged the insectoid into the air, tore its body and soul to pieces, and swallowed them whole.

The scene was quite uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.

This could be interpreted as the Scarlet Queen conveying some kind of will to Milo, or simply to uphold her authority.

However, Milo is unlikely to empathize with the insectoids.

In his view, this was the end result of bowing down and submitting to the gods.

...

“You won’t accept this way of expressing sincerity, will you?” The Scarlet Witch’s voice came from behind Milo.

She was practically the only person in the entire Crimson Cult who knew Milo.

"After selecting you, I also had doubts about this decision."

"What does it mean by two chances?" Milo knew why the Scarlet Witch had chosen him, but he didn't have time to reminisce at this crucial moment.

“You’ve already failed once. Crimson is your only option. Are you really going to reject Crimson again?” the Scarlet Witch asked Milo, enunciating each word clearly.

At this moment, the light of the blood moon had completely enveloped the entire world.

Both the Crimson Mountains and the city of Nanwei on the other side of the night were stained with the color of the blood moon.

What failed once?
Milo knew that Daisy, the Blood Saintess, and C had all revealed some fragmented information to him before.

But he still believed more in himself; for things that hadn't happened, no amount of explanation from others would be of any use.

Unless Milo himself has gone mad.

A key factor that shook his beliefs, essentially bordering on madness, was the forgetting of his true name. The message provided by the Blood Saintess at the cost of her life caused Milo to begin to doubt himself.

Since even one's real name has been forgotten, then other things can be forgotten as well...

...

"If you don't want to tell me, then forget it."

Milo saw the blood moon so close, which was the horrifying shell of Gherros.

With the defeat of the Crimson Insects, the situation on the battlefield has changed from the initial conflict between his followers and the Crimson Creatures to an ancient melee. Many ancient creatures that he could recognize and those he had never heard of appeared in a corner of the battlefield, and driven by the celestial voice, they all fell into varying degrees of frenzy.

This has resulted in the Chaos Visionaries, namely the Enforcers and Silver Twilight members, no longer being eligible to participate in the war, and even being unable to protect themselves.

Unlike the fire that occurred in the city not long ago, this time Milo heard many prayers, and these prayers were rapidly decreasing.

"The Blood Moon will destroy everything. Your talent could have saved any race, or even the entire world."

"But all these misfortunes came too quickly, and your growth rate couldn't keep up at all."

"Your followers are dying, and the race abandoned by the gods cannot be saved. As their god, you are powerless to stop it."

The Scarlet Witch's voice echoed across the battlefield, lingering in Milo's ears.

Milo had already entered the battlefield.

Because he saw Rebecca covered in blood and Marshall on the verge of death.

...

Perhaps the Scarlet Witch is right.

The era of indulging in fear never even began.

Miloben possessed the potential to challenge the Order and liberate any race, but that was ultimately just potential. The arrival of the Blood Moon once again brought the world into the spotlight of the gods.

Even now, the Scarlet Witch is still trying to persuade Milo to convert to the Crimson.

Indeed, amidst the trend of global collapse, this small group of survivors on the battlefield is a microcosm of the entire civilization.

There was no time left for Milo to grow, develop, and preach.

Even if there really was a terrible failure, in which Milo lost everything and even forgot his real name.

Even so, he still firmly believed that the self that had never forgotten its original name must have had sufficient reasons for choosing to reject Scarlet.

Then he will make the same choice again.

So no matter how much the Scarlet Witch says, Milo will not waver.

"You don't know what you're going to face!"

"Blood Moon! The Old Ones!"

"And the gods of dreams!"

"No one has ever been able to preserve a civilization! Not even the Shadow! Do you think that in all those long years, no one more powerful or unique has ever tried?"

"The order and shackles of the gods are unbreakable; compared to them, the shadow is so weak."

"Crimson is your last choice!"

"... "

...

Milo didn't hear what the Scarlet Witch screamed afterward, nor did he care to.

Because the situation on the battlefield had completely spiraled out of his control.

"You've finally arrived! We need to get out of here quickly, you know! Look, I've collected all your girls and pets, I'll just pack them up and take them with me, that's all I need now, you're the only one left, you decide where you go."

As soon as Milo appeared, Yan grabbed his shoulders and shook him wildly. The three fiery eyes between his eyebrows hissed and spewed out lava-like things, achieving a strange harmony with the frequency of the saliva he spewed from his mouth.

It's clear that enduring so long on the battlefield of the Old Ones has forced Yan to muster several times the courage he had during the night of the hunt a few years ago when he blocked the gate, and that courage seems to be severely depleted.

This cannot be simply summarized as fear or cowardice.

Milo personally believes that Yan, this oddball, definitely has an extra bar that's even more special than the sanity bar compared to ordinary people. That thing is unaffected by fear, and the specific conditions for its effect are unknown. Once it's full, it will trigger an effect called "running away," the kind that even the persuasion of superiors can't stop.

Milo pushed away the waving and dancing Night Demon in front of him, and carefully checked on his little girl—no, I mean, Rebecca's condition.

"good?"

The woman carried a dying little black cat on her back, and the muzzles of the two revolvers in her hands were emitting scorching smoke, with the triggers and hammers glowing red-hot.

Her face was covered in blood, yet she showed no sign of dejection. The mountains behind her, the blood moon in the sky, and even the thick blood plasma—all the red seemed less striking than the vibrant red of her short red hair at this moment.

Upon hearing the question, she nodded heavily to Milo, panting.

"I'm OK."

"Bullshit—how can there be no problem?" Yan Yi, standing behind her, immediately became anxious upon hearing Rebecca's response.

...

However, before he could finish his sentence, some blinding beams of light suddenly appeared in the other two-thirds of the night sky that were not occupied by the blood moon, piercing through the world barrier.

The densely packed pillars of light exuded an ancient and sacred aura, mixed with many familiar scents of Milo.

They are the will of the dream world.

……

As mentioned before, the passage to the Dreamland has been completely sealed off.

It seems that something must have happened that changed the gods' plan to let the world live or die on its own.

This is probably the most exciting scene ever.

For the first time, the number of those in positions of power far exceeded that of those in positions of power.

Those present were either from the past in a state of frenzy and chaos, or the divine will hanging high in the sky.

The remaining humans are the law enforcement officers and members of Silver Twilight Hut in Milo's camp.

……

(End of this chapter)