Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 651 The Redeemer

The raven, who had been acting rather sullen, was not only excited when it saw the strange humanoid creature emerging from behind the mist, but a faint sense of relief also appeared on its aged face.

I guess it's because I feel...

This scene before me confirms some of my past assumptions.

...

He is indeed a scholar of fatalism.

However, at least in the matter of the Eye of Thinking, the raven discovered that what was manipulating cause and effect was not some so-called destiny. After all, if it were a living, breathing life form standing in front of it, then it would be a false destiny.

Rather, it should be a kind of will from a higher dimension that one could never have accessed before, that is to say, those two giant hands.

...

First of all, He is not a Day Master.

Because under the blood moon, the Old Ones could not show that peace, and the celestial voices had no effect on Him whatsoever. This was an existence higher than the Old Ones.

Secondly, He does not belong to the conscious world.

At the very least, such an image of a superior is not seen in the belief systems of the entire enlightened world, nor is it recorded in any of the ancient texts that the raven has explored.

The strange strips binding His limbs and torso were covered with incomprehensible scripture, which did not belong to any ancient civilization.

He appeared out of thin air, representing the will of a certain superior.

Furthermore, He does not belong to the Golden Law Temple.

This point is most clearly understood by Dirac, who possesses the Golden Blessing.

The aura and order emanating from the other party were unlike anything he had ever encountered before.

Dillahs simply couldn't understand who else, besides the Golden Law Temple in the Dream Realm, was coveting the Holy Maiden.

...

The Crimson Mountains isolated the battlefield.

Those on the other side might think this is some kind of conspiracy by the Crimson Cult, but in reality, the church being isolated might not be a bad thing. At least the flames of war from the past haven't reached here. Of course, the main purpose is to keep this nearly omniscient girl away from the shadows that are not favored by the gods.

But clearly, some people have a more resolute idea than Scarlet.

There are always some "fine-tuning" aspects to this chaotic battle, and only in sufficiently hidden corners will the hand attempting to manipulate everything reveal itself.

……

The blue flames in the eyes of the bound stranger remained fixed solely on the Star Clock Tower within the church's rear complex, until Raven pulled out the clock's wind-up key, activating the mechanical mechanism inside the wooden box and eliciting a series of crisp ticking sounds across the prayer square…

Only then did the man slowly lower his head and shift his gaze to the raven.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, or rather, ordinary people could not detect any trace of emotion in them.

What caught His attention was not the raven, but the clock in his hand.

As for whether attracting the attention of this unfamiliar superior is a good idea...

Who knows...

...

The enormous man bound by scriptures and totems was unlike any other deity who had manifested themselves in the past.

He did not feign a compassionate and loving face, nor did He use His majesty to force people to submit. The sense of oppression He exerted on the people came only from that heavy sense of "strangeness" and "indifference".

"That clock...no wonder."

The man muttered to himself in a low voice.

He clearly recognized what the raven was holding.

As for the filthy, strange creatures and hunters on both sides, and the recipient of the golden blessing above the steps, they were completely ignored.

……

"Is this the calamity the blade of the law spoke of?"

Under extreme pressure, Dillah suddenly remembered what the woman named Joan Byrne had said long ago before she was killed by Milo.

She said that keeping one's thinking focused on the conscious world would bring misfortune...

…And in those few seconds of disorientation, Dillah suddenly realized with astonishment that all the buildings beneath his feet and behind him had turned to ashes.

The vast prayer square was instantly covered by a blanket of white and gray.

The church complex, which was hailed as the holy site of the state religion, was almost completely destroyed in an instant.

The area destroyed was a semicircle, radiating outwards from the Prayer Plaza and extending all the way to the Star Clock Tower. The buildings beyond that point remained unscathed.

At that moment, Daisy, wrapped in a saint's robe, stood in that white and gray expanse.

She seemed to already know what she was about to face, so there was no fear on her little face.

...

On the other hand, this may be the first time Raven has seen Daisy, the vessel of the thinking eye that he himself planned and created.

The two of them share memories that are heavier than blood feuds.

But sadly, it was Raven himself who was blocking the church's entrance.

He denied any intention of atonement in his choice, but the truth is probably only known to himself.

...

……

"Perhaps I should accept the job of hunting down that fraudster..."

The man representing the will of the powerful suddenly uttered this remark.

...

Next.

There was no terrifying roar.

Those who could truly feel the terror of the battle at the church's gates were on this side of the Crimson Mountains.

That is, from Nanwei City's perspective.

The massive, insurmountable red mountain range was pierced directly from the opposite side by a force like a waterfall or a torrent.

In the blink of an eye, all the pilgrimage butterflies that hadn't managed to dodge were crushed into dust.

Not only the pilgrimage butterflies, but also a part of the past that lost itself in the "carnival" was not spared. What was pierced was not only the Crimson Mountains, but also the old battlefields.

A terrifying, abyss-like chasm appeared on the ground, as if it had been cleaved by a giant, burning axe. After the terrifying force of the torrent had dissipated, the cliffs on both sides of the chasm were still covered with embers.

...

The subjective feeling of those from the past who were not instantly pulverized because the angle of the pouring water was off.

I heard nothing and saw nothing; I just felt something slide past my scalp.

Then everything in sight split in two, even the burning clouds in the sky split into two parts.

...

This silent and terrifying force came from the church's side, and no one knew what was happening there.

In reality, there's simply no time to care about those things.

...

Because the second lump of rotten flesh was soon shoved in front of Milo.

Compared to the Night Demon's lump, this one is much smaller.

It was just a bouncy ball of fluff.

Wendigo did not engage in a self-destructive deathmatch like Yan.