Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 647 Assassination
The mere existence of a cursed and corrupted Scarlet Witch was enough to send chills down Yan's spine.

But bad news followed.

That is, when the old people had fallen into madness, and their primal bestiality was stimulated to the maximum extent, the instinct to hunt followed.

In ancient times, they were actually the top hunters of their respective eras.

In a state of absolute chaos, those souls that are clearly weakened will be torn to pieces in an instant.

Milo, who is currently suffering from the curse of self-destruction, is a perfect target.

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He hadn't felt this way in a long time—a sense of oppression from the old days.

Fear, chaos, oppression—all these elements are based on the gap in the hierarchy of order.

In other words, from the moment the communion power within him corrupted, Milo ceased to be the Shadow.

The terrifying soul and the savage physique are now both missing.

...

Milo slumped in the ruins, head bowed.

No one could see his face or his current situation.

The conflict between the two forces of order within his body had completely destroyed the "area," and cracks could even be seen spreading to his scalp, his hair now tinged with fire.

The feeling was that if a little more time was wasted, the man's aura would completely disappear, eventually turning him into a human-shaped piece of charcoal burning from the inside out.

Yan in his fully evolved Night Demon form has already blocked most of the pressure coming from this side of the battlefield for Milo.

That side was filled with various chaotic elements, even the reflection of light was distorted, making it impossible to see the battle situation inside the storm with the naked eye, only the roar of the Night Demon could be faintly heard.

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In the end, Wendigo was too afraid to even touch Milo.

It felt that if it were to give Milo a casual tug, it would shatter into pieces on the spot.

Meanwhile, the commotion on the other side of the storm's eye was becoming increasingly frightening.

Wendigo wasn't that it hadn't considered helping, but as it sensed more and more sinister gazes directed at its location, it became even more convinced that it couldn't leave Milo's side.

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And it turned out that Wendigo's keen senses were crucial.

Because at some point, tiny, almost negligible plant roots began to spread out from beneath the surface of the ruins where Milo was located.

At first, they were just some translucent grayish-white filaments, which cautiously emerged from the cracks in the ruins little by little. Under the cover of the terrifying roar of the battlefield, they silently "occupied" the ruins.

Until a certain special moment, those translucent roots emerged from the cracks in the rubble behind Milo, and hundreds and thousands of slender, needle-like soft roots intertwined and twisted into a sharp spike, a spike with a metallic sheen on its surface...

The spikes were almost touching the back of Milo's neck.

The entire process was completely silent.

The roots didn't even disturb a single grain of sand around them.

This was an extremely horrific hunt.

Or rather, assassination.

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However, just as the tip of the thorn pierced the skin on the back of Milo's neck...

The blood, which had been boiled to a boil in the previous struggle between fear and communion, gushed from beneath the cracks in the broken skin, instantly melting the tip of the spike like lava.

"Sizzle!!!" Accompanied by a piercing burning sound.

An even sharper, more agonizing roar came from beneath the earth's surface.

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The half-melted spike bloomed like a flower in an instant, and then more roots penetrated the rubble of the ruins, almost instantly reforming into new spikes. However, this time they were no longer cautious, but instead pierced Milo's head at the same time they were formed.

However, the assassin was probably too focused on Milo, so he didn't notice the furry ball, barely bigger than a fist, crouching next to him and moaning.

That thing is far more dangerous than Milo in his current state.

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The furious attack by the re-formed spikes was thwarted as soon as it was launched.

What's going on?
This time, the spikes suddenly stopped and could not move forward when they were still about ten centimeters away from Milo.

Because just a dozen meters away, the owner of the vines had already been bitten on the scalp and forcibly pulled out from under the ruins.

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This strange creature, whose body was made up of bizarre roots, was probably completely unaware that the fangs of a certain shadowy furball were already hanging on the back of its neck while it was staring at Milo's nape.

Boom…

As the massive root-like creature was dragged out of the rubble by Wendigo, the already collapsed ground sank several meters further.

The assassin who was dragged out was so grotesque that it defied description. It could be roughly summarized as an animal formed from a jumble of plant structures.

Unlike the Black Goat's Son, which only has the outline of a tree but reveals the texture of a living organism upon closer inspection, this one has the main outline of a living organism at first glance, but upon closer inspection of the details of its limbs, it is full of stacked plant roots, stems, leaves, and veins...

It gives the impression of being sloppy and lacking creativity.

It's roughly like this: when the creator was creating this kind of life, he had no other raw materials at hand, so he just grabbed different plants and haphazardly tied them together...

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As is well known, those who specialize in assassination are usually weak in head-on confrontations.

This is indeed the case.

Even though they are all from the past, the internal hierarchy is quite strict and disparate. After all, the Wendigo are the Shadows who have lived a second life. The original Wendigo's real name was Itakua the Windrunner, the Walking Death.

Most ancient creatures that are named or referred to as "death" possess terrifying destructive properties.

Wendigo is one of them.

As for that old day, which used roots to carry out assassinations, it was called "Ero".

First, it is far from reaching the level of the Shadow. Second, even among the "ordinary Old Ones," it is far inferior to those who follow powerful Old Ones, such as the Great Gourd. It is even less comparable to those second-generation gods born with noble external divine bloodlines, like scoundrels like Imnar.

If we had to categorize this bundle of weeds into a general category...

They're probably similar to the Big Three of Seven Valleys, the kind who spend all their time in the mud and can't be seen by others.

When this type of guy encounters a Wendigo, the scene becomes quite bloody and violent.

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Have you ever seen a large tree being dragged into ruins and torn apart by a ball of fur?
The scene was eerie, yet tinged with a touch of comicality and absurdity.

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Elo's actions were essentially no different from coming to his death.

But for Milo, Elo's seemingly ineffective strike on the back of his neck with his spikes seemed to inadvertently break some kind of special constraint, or rather, inspire Milo in some way.

After Elona the Treant's sneak attack, the Order of Fear within Milo began to regain control.

(End of this chapter)