Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 645 The Curse of the Temple
Ig's servants quickly proved with their actions why they were given the title of "Dragon".

Besides fire, they also possess another elemental power.

When they were overwhelmed by the terrifying power of the Night Demon and the Shadow, they did the same thing as the insectoids before them—they plunged their forelimbs into the soil.

However, unlike the snake-man, what it pulled out of the soil was not some vines or longswords, but rather wildly trembling lightning.

...

Thunder Spear is probably the most ancient of all mid-to-high-level spells. In the primitive era when all living beings were still uncivilized, the lightning that fell from the sky was the most powerful force known to intelligent beings at that time.

The lightning that the snake people are currently wielding cannot be simply described as "magic"; it is more like a kind of innate instinct that has taken root in their blood.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this is the power contained in Igor's blessing.

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The visual effect of a dozen or so terrifying golden lightning spears being pulled out of the gravel ground at the same time was quite spectacular. Accompanied by the sharp cries of these ancient creatures, if one did not actively look at the buildings in the dark city behind them and only focused their gaze on this battlefield, one would indeed have the illusion of being in an ancient, barbaric era.

But no matter how profound their ancient bloodline is, and even with an overwhelming numerical advantage, the snake people are ultimately just servants of the past. What they face is the true past, and not just one.

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The blinding light of the ten lightning spears only lasted for a few seconds before being swallowed up by shadows and black mist again.

The elemental forces that were incomparably powerful in the primitive era were instantly defeated in the face of a more complex order.

And it wasn't just Milo and Yan who achieved a crushing victory.

Kingu, the so-called leader of the Dragon Warriors, was also in a sorry state under the relentless bombardment of Wendigo's spear.

Wendigo had even gnawed off half of King's wing, making it impossible for King to maintain its balance in the air.

King Go-Gi-Oh!, who could only conduct ground operations, was even more severely hampered.

To reiterate, they are ultimately just servants of a powerful ancient being, while the Wendigo are the true ancient being. Even though the reborn Wendigo is not at its peak, it is not something that can be easily challenged by just a few powerful servant races.

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"This looks amazing, I want to learn it too."

After tearing the last of the five snake-men he had been assigned to in two, Yan folded his Night Demon Wings, landed on the ground, rolled around, and then ran happily to where the snake-man's lightning spear had fallen, reaching out to pick it up.

But after the lightning spear exploded with a loud bang, it disappeared completely.

He rubbed the dust off his hands with a sullen expression, then turned to look at the field leading to Nanwei City. Rebecca and the others had successfully broken through the battlefield and would be able to enter the city after passing through the cemetery.

Looking at Wendigo's side, King's demise is only a matter of time.

On the contrary, it seems that something unusual has happened to Milo, who is the most reassuring side.

...

He had actually killed the five snake-men on the right a long time ago, without even using a crowbar; he simply twisted them to pieces by hand, like wringing out a rag.

After he finished, he stood silently in the ashes and smoke, staring at his hands.

...

"Seriously, you can look so affectionately into your own hands? You're really acting strange today, bro."

Yan's shout to Milo through the smoke quickly received a friendly response.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

“I know it’s unusual.”

"Shouldn't we be taking our families and leaving now? What are you standing there for?"

"I already told you there's nowhere to run, oh dear."

"Then—how about we go to that dreamland you mentioned? Don't we have a little black cat that can dig holes?"

"We also have a man-eating rabbit."

"Hey, so that wasn't a dog after all..."

...

Yan walked through the thick fog, babbling on and on, until he reached Milo's side.

His expression turned serious the moment he saw Milo's appearance clearly.

"Uh...I mean...is this some new form of yours?"

The ground around him was littered with the remains of the snake people and the still-burning elemental flames. Milo slowly turned around in the thick fog.

"I would prefer a new form."

At this moment, his entire skin was covered with hideous cracks, all of which spread from his hands. And this time, the cracks were no longer just patterns on the surface of his body; his skin and flesh were actually cracking open, and you could even see his bones exposed to the air…

Two streams of light, scarlet and emerald green, darted and tore through his flesh and blood, like thirsty worms, constantly devouring and destroying Milo's body.

That was the physical strength that Milo had obtained through several Holy Communion sacrifices. It contained the order of multiple gods and provided an undeniable source of power in most battles.

However, now the Holy Communion is turning against Milo, devouring his very essence.

The most terrifying thing is that the Holy Communion body has long since become a part of Milo's body, and cannot be separated from or cut off. It is as if Milo himself is devouring himself.

"Something's not right." Yan clearly noticed the problem.

"This is definitely not right."

Milo frowned.

Intense pain was stimulating his nerves, and what was most chilling was that he was completely unable to stop the self-destructive behavior within his own blood.

Is this the backlash of the crimson?
not necessarily.

Milo simply couldn't figure out which part of the process had gone wrong.

Until the Scarlet Witch's figure disappeared from the storm of the battlefield and reappeared in his field of vision.

I saw that familiar red robe again, and the eerie golden light emanating from the other person's eyes.

Milo finally understood the root of the problem.

...

At this moment, the Scarlet Witch seemed like a completely different person.

She no longer leaned on that withered wooden cane; her dark red robe was still tattered, but many of the torn edges revealed the flickering light that only undying embers possessed. A strange, powerful aura supported her decaying body.

After the Scarlet Witch walked out of the storm, she slowly removed the long robe and hood that always covered her face.

This was the first time Milo had seen her entire head clearly.

Her rough, desiccated skin was covered in wrinkles, more repulsive than rotting tree bark. But what was most nauseating was that the right side of her face was covered with numerous vine-like structures of varying thickness, all spreading and intertwining to the left side, deeply piercing her face and scalp, seeping into the left side of her skull like weaving a net. The dense, tentacle-like vines completely covered the left side of her face, even coiling into a horn-like structure on the top of her head…

Not only her head, but her entire left side of her body was completely eroded by these vines covered with strange golden runes, and even her open, panting mouth was filled with vines.

And with the Scarlet Witch's breathing, all these vines were rhythmically wriggling...

...

"I remember her, but she wasn't this disgusting before, right?"

Even Yan was startled and got goosebumps just from a glance at it from afar.

At this moment, Milo's face was twitching uncontrollably from the pain coursing through his entire body. He stared at the Scarlet Witch, whose right half of her body was now completely under his control, his expression contorted with rage.
"It's that lingering golden tree."

The Scarlet Witch's body was once cut in two by the Temple of the Golden Law, and the right half was taken away.

It was Daisy who brought her two adorable pets back to the Dreamland and rescued her, barely saving her life.

In retrospect, the ease with which half of the Scarlet Witch was pulled back from the temple dungeon was neither accidental nor a matter of luck. It was a ruthless contingency plan left by the Golden Law Temple.

The half of the body they brought back was tainted with some kind of curse.

This curse is directly rooted in the order of the Holy Communion sacrifice. Milo's object of sacrifice was the Scarlet Witch, and as the person guided by her, the corruption of the curse has completely spread to him through the Scarlet Witch.

The curse was taking effect much faster than Milo had imagined.

When he killed those snake-men, he only felt a slight itch on the skin of his arms.

Right now, he feels like he's being torn to pieces.

"So even gods resort to such shameless tricks."

The image of the golden tree in the Unseen Lands, its vines carrying away Joan Byrne's body, evokes a vivid memory of its loving and compassionate gesture.

But now, the communion power that is turning around and gnawing at his body and soul is acting like a mad dog, completely unreasonable.

...

At this moment, the mocking laughter that had been lingering in Milo's ears became even clearer than before.

He looked up at the sacred pillars of light high in the sky.

But then he found his vision was rapidly darkening, and he could barely make out the outline of the beam of light...

...

After tearing Milo's flesh to shreds, the curse quickly pierced his bones.

That almost cost him his life.

The crack on his neck spread wildly upwards, instantly covering half of his face.

If Yan hadn't been there to support him, Milo wouldn't have been able to stand up straight.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Milo coughed a few times.

His lips, as fragile as porcelain, cracked open under the relatively mild tremor.

The most horrifying thing was that what he coughed up wasn't blood at all, but rather dried fragments of internal organs.

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"Hey little dog, you keep an eye on him, I'm going to kill that old bastard."

"Killing her will make Milo feel better, right?"

"Yes, yes, it must be."

After a long silence, Yan carefully helped Milo sit down to the side.

He left Wendigo to watch over him, then muttered to himself as he walked toward the Scarlet Witch.

...

Milo tried to stop him, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He naively believed that even if he was destined to die at the hands of some ancient god, he should be able to fight back and bite back, or at the very least, take someone of sufficient stature down with him.

But to their surprise, the gods didn't even bother to show themselves.

They only tore a small hole in the sky, and across the world barrier, they could see the whole farce unfold. Not a trace of the smoke and blood on the battlefield could stain their clothes.

……

Is this how you lost that time?
Milo felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

But he could no longer speak.

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At this moment, within his limited field of vision and perception, more and more of the past is emerging from beneath the earth's crust, and under the shroud of celestial sounds, the bloody process of self-destruction has been pushed to its climax.

Wendigo crouched at its feet, blinking its heterochromatic eyes helplessly. Its mind was still that of a newborn infant. Its keen senses told it that Milo's condition was extremely bad, but it had no idea what to do. It could only awkwardly tug at Milo's clothes with its paw, but dared not use too much force.

……

Milo's consciousness is slowly fading away.

What kept him alive was another powerful instinct: the power of fear.

However, what was truly despairing was that there was little fear left in the world for him to draw upon; the Old Ones had gone completely mad, while the people of Nanwei City seemed to have fallen into a permanent slumber in that darkness.

...

Milo knew that the Scarlet Witch had become a puppet of the Golden Tree.

The reason she didn't completely perish as the first recipient of that terrible curse was because her true form was immortal on another level, a gift from Quache Utaus. He had already thoroughly understood the secrets of all this through the Canamagos Testament.

How could an ancient missionary survive across multiple civilizations? It's nothing more than a narrow form of immortality obtained at an extreme cost.

Milo wasn't stupid; from the very beginning of his exposure to communion sacrifices, he had been trying to understand and search for the origins of the Scarlet Witch through various channels.

I just didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Actually, the Scarlet Witch didn't really want to harm him. In a way, it was Milo who harmed both of them.
Who knows.

According to that ancient will, the Scarlet Witch cannot be killed by external forces.

This means that Yan may never win the battle he is about to face.

But he still went ahead despite his reluctance.

As the Night Demon's wings, carrying a black storm, crashed into the Scarlet Witch, he didn't forget to shout out those strange dish names.

……

And when the blood foam in the air of this old meat grinder reached its peak, the blood moon, which had been hanging silently in the sky, finally opened its single eye.

The strange planet's outer shell was covered with faults and rifts, and beneath it, a vast ocean of liquid iron formed a giant monocular eye that, when opened, revealed the molten iron ocean beneath the earth's crust.

It paid no attention to the old battlefield, nor did it glance at the viewing platform of the dream gods in the distance. Instead, it focused its gaze on the depths of the night, which separated the entire city of Nanwei.

Wherever the scorching light of molten iron passed, all creations produced under the lower order turned to ashes.

Ultimately, a silent valley was locked in.

...

With his dwindling vision, Milo managed to catch a glimpse of the seemingly isolated valley through his peripheral vision.

The valley was deserted.

But he still saw some scattered pieces of Emma's clothes.

And the ground was covered with charred, indescribable fragments.

……

The blood moon seemed to have witnessed some cruel reality.

It let out a terrifying roar.

The terrifying shockwaves engulfed and submerged the battlefield.

It was plowed over and over again.

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(End of this chapter)