Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 656 The Toilet Cleaning Team
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"Shh!"

The forearm, which was already rotten beyond repair, rolled onto the ruins.

Large spurts of molten blood gushed out, instantly melting the blade of the bow and even burning holes in the rocks on the ground.

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Milo didn't even groan.

On the contrary, the moment the arm was severed, the Scarlet Witch hanging in mid-air in the distance let out a piercing screech.

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The tiny vines crisscrossing through her single eye trembled and wriggled wildly as if stimulated by some kind of stimulus.

Accompanied by that terrifying roar, a huge wave of air surged wildly outwards from her center.

Pain and torment were the only feelings the Scarlet Witch could experience at that moment, and after this state lasted for about ten seconds, anger completely took over her thoughts.

At this moment, she was completely under the control of the vine curse.

It could even be said that the order of the Eucharist, the will of the gods, and the power of the curse have merged together to form a completely new, deformed soul with only one mission: to deliver Milo's death in place of the gods.

Milo's act of cutting off his arm severed half of the inseparable communion order between him and the Scarlet Witch.

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The ritual of communion is essentially an exchange of blood, transforming the divine blood etched on Milo's hands into another form of power.

At this moment, Milo relinquished the right to use this power, and even abandoned the part of his own body that originally belonged to him.

As the guide of Holy Communion, the pain the Scarlet Witch felt was not only physical, but also, and perhaps more importantly, the pain of being "betrayed."

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The severed arm rolled a few times on the ruins before disappearing completely into a crevice in the rock.

As for Milo, the excruciating pain after severing his left forearm was a minor issue, and he is recovering rapidly.

In just a few breaths, the tearing power in the terrible cracks on the left side of his body completely disappeared. Although the cracks could not heal in a short time because the missing flesh was difficult to restore quickly, at least the indelible self-destructive power embedded deep in the flesh had been stripped away.

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At this moment, only the right half of Milo's body still retained that terrible power of the Holy Communion.

But he already had enough strength to stand up again.

Because at this moment, the power of fear has gained the upper hand.

Rebecca, standing to the side, watched Milo stagger back to his feet, his gaze complex as she watched the terrifying cracks on his bare body slowly open and close with each deep breath.

The first place to recover to normal flesh and blood was actually the wound on Milo's severed forearm. The jagged joints and the gradually returning red blood were now the only proof of his humanity.

The part of the body that lost the order of communion degenerated into flesh and blood.

This chillingly cruel reality brought Milo a sigh of relief, and he then grinned.

"That's Daisy's hint, isn't it..."

The severed arm found in the darkness may not signify Milo's tragic end; perhaps it is the true message she conveyed to Milo through her dream.

Thinking of this, Milo looked up in the direction of the church.

The crimson mountain range was breached by a strange surge of energy...

Was Daisy also silenced and persecuted?
At this moment, too many questions are swirling in my mind.

But the most urgent task is still to break the curse from the temple.

Using that Canamagos Testament...

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Milo looked down, searching for a crowbar.

"Don't move yet."

Rebecca tore a piece of cloth from her blood-stained shirt, intending to wrap it around the bloody wound on Milo's elbow.

But Milo shook his head.

He took a deep breath.

The next second, some extremely dark fluid gushed out from the ruptured blood vessel, layering on the wound and coalescing into the shape of a forearm in less than a few seconds.

Then, he used his newborn hand to grasp the crowbar that Lonnie William handed him, and even weighed it in his hand, as if to familiarize himself with the novice.

Milo's current state is such that the part of his body that appears relatively intact is actually useless, as that remains the battlefield where Holy Communion and Fear clash, while the part that is gradually regaining its flesh and blood is what he can use to fight.

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So, Milo, who had recovered about half his health, was flanked by about sixty or seventy law enforcement officers and members of the Silver Twilight Hut. Kang was protecting him from behind. He had laid out all the weapons that he had "enchanted" with the old mark and re-arranged the original text of the "Canamagos Testament" on the weapon totems. As for the weapons that did not have the original text of the testament engraved on them, they were directly distributed to the Chaos Visioners present.

This scene should be exhilarating, at least from a human perspective.

But the main force on the battlefield is the Old Ones. In their eyes, what Milo's faction is doing right now is probably like a group of people surrounding a huge latrine, each person being given a mop that has been stirred in the latrine...

Their combat capabilities are still unknown, but their deterrent power is immediately apparent.

For example, Rick and Butch just walked straight into the ruins and picked up Yan and the furball from their ultimate sage time, without any of their old selves intervening. Of course, a large part of the reason for this was "disdain".

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A half-crippled Shadow-level Ancient One, leading a group of Spirit Visioners of varying strengths, and an old man forging iron in an alchemy workshop.

Ok……

There's really nothing to get excited about.

This seems to be a step down from the previous lineup of Shadow + Night Demon + Pet.

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Moreover, some people in the team were whispering to each other:
"Why not just cut off the other hand too? That way..."

"Shut up, Butch!"

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At this moment.

Even Milo wasn't very confident to be honest.

But has the overall combat effectiveness really been downgraded?

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He suddenly noticed that Rebecca was holding a drop of stone in her hand.

It's the kind of "bounty" that you automatically receive after killing a target on a wanted poster. Crushing it grants you the corresponding Chaos Vision, a gift from the order of the abyss.

"That thing you're holding..."

It seems that Rebecca herself didn't even realize when the droplet had appeared in her hand.

She was also a little confused.

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The timeline is rewound to a few minutes earlier.

In Nanwei City, shrouded in a blood moon.

Enid, somewhat bewildered, was led by three grieving ladies to the printing press in the city.

Don't ask her why she's following other people around.

She herself couldn't explain it clearly.

At this moment, Enid was carefully examining a new wanted poster that had recently been drawn up by the sad old lady.

Ninety percent of the message was in ancient script, and Enid couldn't even recognize thirty percent of it. Apart from the string of numbers in the tens of thousands, she couldn't understand the rest of the content at all.

As for the "criminal photo" on the wanted poster, it is actually a painting, created by the sad woman from her childhood.

Enid couldn't understand this painting at all.

"What is this?"

It was an extremely abstract creature.

The main body resembles a monitor lizard, but it also grows completely unrelated limb structures such as tentacles, spikes, and fins, and some parts are even smoke and foam.

Its head is a huge tumor, and at the top of the large tumor grows a small tumor with a human-shaped outline.

The nose part looks like a mouse...

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On the battlefield.

Rebecca paused for about two seconds.

Then he crushed the stone droplet.

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So now, is our combat strength considered downgraded?
(End of this chapter)