Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 658 A Chaotic Golden Age
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In Nanwei City.

Enid stared at the brand-new set of wanted posters displayed on the printing press, lost in thought.

Because none of the "criminals" with bounties on their heads are normal human beings, at least that's the result shown in the pictures.

Enid felt like she was playing along with three crazy women.

But the other three were very serious and attentive throughout, and their every move and expression could even be described as "devout".

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They explained to Enid in their tearful voices:

"The great Lord is merciful; He will never turn a blind eye to the oppression of the weak."

“Even mortals deserve redemption, let alone such lovely souls as you.”

"Even those from the past deserve redemption, but with the blood moon upon us, a reshuffling is inevitable."

The elderly, grieving woman slowly stretched out her hands before the room full of wanted posters, and sighed with deep emotion:

"The birth and demise of a civilization are always accompanied by blood and iron; this is an unavoidable period of chaotic prosperity."

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"Um--"

Enid's lips twitched twice:

"Do you really have to speak in that operatic, singing style?"

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Above the Crimson Mountains.

With each turn of Gherus's enormous eyes, a terrifying breath would ripple across the entire land.

Each time that massive shockwave carrying countless debris rolled past, it would dilute the traces of civilization and deepen the aura of wildness.

The sounds of celestial bodies lingered in the air, and the ever-changing clouds and the strange, physical scenes became clearer than before. A heavy, solemn, and majestic ancient aura enveloped all living beings.

All the strange phenomena brought about by the blood moon seem to be merely the influence of the order imposed by this Outer God.

The sounds of celestial bodies and wild breaths, though merely the result of its every move, can determine the life or death of a civilization.

However, the Outer God, who could easily devour and annihilate everything, seemed uninterested in any of it.

It doesn't care about the pillars of light of the gods hidden on the other side of the world, nor does it care about the Great Old Ones fighting each other on the land, and it certainly won't set its sights on those mortals who are so weak that they are no different from dust.

In a sense, the blood moon truly embodies the ancient saying that "gods have no distinction between good and evil."

To the true rulers of higher dimensions, all these conflicts are nothing more than a passing breeze, utterly insignificant.

This is why Yog Sothoth's projected incarnation, which gave birth to human will, was considered "fallen".

The vision and style of external gods are beyond the comprehension and imagination of ordinary beings.

They cannot even be associated with creatures or life in the traditional sense, because as a subordinate, you may spend your entire life unable to touch the part of the will belonging to the Outer God, the part that proves that He is a living being rather than an ancient order.

Just like a blood moon that's right in front of you.

It is essentially an ancient celestial body roaming the sky; it is a planet.

How can you convince yourself that the planet possesses life and will?

The planet will not respond to any of your actions, but you will feel the pain in the stormy order that the planet carries.

…That is the supreme divinity of the Outer Gods.

Untouchable, incomprehensible.

In comparison, the Old Gods and the Dream Gods, who are also called deities, pale in comparison.

Because, no matter how vast the gap in power may be, no matter how harsh the laws and order they control, you can still see a side of them that is similar to that of mortals.

That's one side of human nature.

Just as the dream gods, so clearly etched in the sky, were driven by the base humanity deep within the soul to cast their gaze upon Milo's death.

Anger, shame, greed, resentment...

Even the compassion shown by the Golden Tree when Joan Byrne died.

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Perhaps, perhaps they are not gods at all, but just a group of people who have wielded extreme power.

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"It'll be done soon, it'll be done in no time!"

Under the cover of a raging storm.

Kang rearranged the totems and runes on those pistols and daggers.

He knew he had to ensure zero mistakes and perfectly patch up the hole he had created.

He also knew that all these children around him, including Milo and Rebecca, were just stalling for time.

He knew that only by resolving the current so-called big problem could he turn back and find Emma and Finn, who had gone missing.

Kang was completely focused.

The only thing he didn't notice was that as the Canamagos Will was continuously repaired and improved, the few remaining hairs on the sides and back of his head were rapidly turning white, his once robust physique was gradually becoming thinner, and age spots were appearing on his face...

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The Chaos Visors surrounding the formation were all trying their best to survive or participate in an effective kill, so that they could get a share of Chaos Drops and increase their chances of survival.

Meanwhile, the battle between the guide and the guided at the eye of the storm had already reached a fever pitch.

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As everyone knows, no matter what level of competition it is, as long as one side has Milo involved, even the most high-level match will degenerate into a brawl of thugs.

And this is indeed the case.

"Caught you!"

The Scarlet Witch, who was suspended in mid-air unleashing various incredible elemental powers, was thrown into the air by the storm and dragged back to the ground by the neck by Milo.

That guy had absolutely no sense of respect for elders or care for the young.

Dragging the tattered red robe around like a kite, he swung it back and forth a few times before slamming it to the ground. Then he climbed on top of it, raised the crowbar, and drove it straight down.

throat!!!
The scorching, rough crowbar pierced through the witch's torso.

Milo, on the other hand, gripped the end of the crowbar like a madman and slapped it repeatedly, determined to pin the Scarlet Witch to the ground.

But he only had time to smash it three or five times.

He was then blasted away by the elemental power surging from the red robe's embroidery.

Milo's half-red, half-black, battered figure crashed straight into the edge of the storm, getting swept up and colliding with boulders countless times. After struggling several times, he finally broke free and landed back on the ground. The moment his toes touched the ruins, he suddenly accelerated, dragging his rather uncoordinated right half of his body, and ran wildly toward the location of the Scarlet Witch!

(End of this chapter)