Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 665 Scholar

"Hmm...did it blow them up?"

Yan stared at the enormous hemispherical crater in front of him.

All that remained in the pit were the sand and dust crushed into powder and the Scarlet Witch's mangled body.

The imposing, overweight woman from before had vanished.

The old woman really killed the fat woman...

"Good good."

Yan had been tortured terribly before. Although he knew it wasn't the Scarlet Witch's true will, he couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude seeing her struggling to move on the sand with less than half her body left.

As that crimson, incomplete beauty bloomed, many other fragmented remnants of the past were also swallowed up in the ruins.

……

A law enforcement officer handed Yan a black trench coat, gesturing for him to put it on.

In any case, it's really inappropriate to be naked on such a serious battlefield.

Or rather, it's too conspicuous, to the point that it might distract the combatants.

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Yan took the dirty trench coat and put it on, then fastened the belt at the waist.

He managed to make a perfectly good black trench coat look like a bathrobe.

"Yes, yes," the law enforcement officer nodded repeatedly.

...

On the other side, a pile of weapon parts strung together with iron chains was ready.

Standing on the edge of the desolate pit, Rebecca, supporting Milo with one hand, asked:

Should we say goodbye to her?

"Stop joking, the crisis isn't over yet."

Milo reached out to take the string of accessories engraved with the Canamagus Will.

The next second, the ground suddenly shook violently.

Suddenly, a vortex of quicksand appeared at the deepest part of the concave spherical pit.

All the dust particles seemed to be drawn together by some kind of force, constantly converging towards the very center.

...

Rebecca instinctively hugged Milo tighter, afraid that if she let go, he would roll down.

"Do you know that makes me seem delicate?"

This wasn't the first time Milo had been held by Rebecca like a little girl.

"What, do you mean you'd rather be held by that perverted naked man?" Rebecca took a few steps back with one arm around Milo, while holding the oversized musket Con had given her in the other hand, her eyes constantly fixed on the collapsing center of the sandstorm.

"It's not necessary."

Milo shook his head repeatedly.

Through the crack on the right side of his skull, one could clearly see the cerebral cortex undulating from side to side in sync with the frequency of his head shaking.

"Hey, do you have to include me when you're flirting?" Yan squatted down in an extremely ungraceful position, also staring into the depths of the pit.

The moment the strange noise occurred, everyone understood that the crisis still existed.

Beneath the excavated earth, a familiar scent resurfaced.

As everyone wondered which corner of the crater the terrifying being would emerge from, a large amount of dust swirling in the air coalesced in a matter of seconds, and the enormous body of the fat woman who claimed to be one of the million favored ones appeared deep within the crater.

A strange, bluish-green body, a bloated and obese physique, a bizarrely shaped crown, and a face crammed with excess flesh.

He did not die.

Perhaps for beings at this level, the concept of death has become blurred.

The Scarlet Witch has indeed achieved physical destruction of Him. But that is clearly not enough.

...

Of course, even if the crimson substance is completely incomplete, it cannot be completely useless.

The fat woman, reshaped by the sand and dust, was not entirely unharmed.

His left hand, which had been holding the book, was missing a section; four fingers and half of the hand's skeleton seemed to have melted away, leaving only the thumb intact. The strange flesh and blood at the broken site was constantly writhing, surrounded by sand and dust. However, the self-repairing process seemed to have malfunctioned at this location, and the wound failed to heal for a long time...

Like the fat woman's left hand, which was mostly melted away, so was the book.

The book's cover was almost completely peeled off, exposing some biological-like structures directly to the air, with the dense capillaries buried in the flesh clearly visible.

It was also missing nearly half of its contents, and green liquid and foam were seeping from every torn page. If you listened carefully, you could almost hear the book's low, mournful groan...

It seems the fat woman chose to let the book bear the brunt of most of the Order-level power for her.

Although it was His own decision, He was now hypocritically stroking the blood-soaked book, feigning heartache, and whispering something in a strange, noisy voice.

His intimate gestures and strangely affectionate tone sounded far more like...as if he were comforting a lover than simply cherishing an object.

Even from hundreds of meters away, everyone could feel the pervasive morbid and distorted atmosphere, which was quite repulsive.

……

"I bet there's a fake sheep trap hidden inside that tattered book."

For Yao Yan, keeping silent at a time like this was worse than killing him.

Because the fat woman's reaction was really disgusting.

But it's not over yet.

Yan's statement was just a casual remark.

As the fat woman gently examined the book for its injuries, the book's fleshy cover was opened, and a bloody penis was indeed hanging out of it.

"Uh—the path to salvation lies within it, right?" Milo couldn't hold back any longer.

As he said those words, he could clearly feel Rebecca's hand suddenly tighten under his armpit.

“But I think that book is a bit too small for her size. The size of that thing… doesn’t seem to match her. I mean, the caliber might not be right. What do you think?”

"It might not be fake. Is it possible that it would grow bigger after it gets full of blood, just like a living thing? After all, that book doesn't look like an inanimate object. You know what I mean."

"I understand what you mean."

...

Are you two serious?

Rebecca felt that no matter how much she improved her spiritual vision, she would never be able to keep up with the two people's train of thought in conversation.

It's one thing to discuss topics that don't help the situation at all at this critical juncture, but to do so with such a serious and rigorous academic attitude is another.

……

Just then, the fat woman seemed to discover a major problem with the book.

Generally speaking, injuries to that area usually indicate a serious problem, right?

The fat woman's original haughty indifference vanished, replaced by mania and rage.

...

"This is bad, she seems to be getting desperate."

"A woman in this state would be terrifying, wouldn't she?"

"I don't want to fight her."

"What if she wants to change to a new one? And I'm not wearing any pants right now."

(End of this chapter)