Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 669 The Dead Self

Finn acted alone.

Marty, who had been traveling with him, did not appear.

Although he's just a little kid, like his father Kang, his talent for sanity has been developed to the extreme through years of subtle influence, and he won't easily go crazy.

The horrific scenes unfolding on the battlefield that defy comprehension can only pique Finn's curiosity at most.

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Whether it was because he had a low profile or for some other reason, this guy went all the way from Nanwei City to the edge of that big pit, and no one, whether Chaos Visors or Old Ones, paid any attention to Finn, or even gave him a second glance.

What should have been a battlefield of dragons and tigers was instead crossed by him in a daze, with most of it gone.

The brat strode with light, arrogant steps, the clatter of his weapon ringing as he made his way unimpeded to the most dangerous area of ​​the battlefield.

They unearthed the weapon parts that Kang had pieced together from the billowing sand.

"I've finally found it."

He slung the heavy chain over his shoulder and looked up at his elder brother, who was fighting with the ugly, fat woman in the air.

Finn remained calm, in an overly calm manner.

The spectacular scene that made the Chaos Visors weep and wail couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds.

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As he hurried out of the dust-filled area, he muttered to himself:
"Find a place with fewer people, and try to find a way..."

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Just as this mischievous child stood in the dust, looking around...

A menacing shadow with horns slowly emerged from the mist shrouding him...

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That was the Scarlet Witch, completely controlled by the curse.

She had completely lost her will and become a puppet of the Golden Law Temple. Her curved spine, which belonged to the Dustwalker, was not damaged in the previous violent collision, but few of her other limbs remained. The cursed vines filled in the missing parts and reshaped her body.

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The scarlet eyes, bound by vines, gleamed eerily behind the mist.

Just as the thorny tendrils emerged from the mist, gunshots rang out in the distance.

The bullet shattered the tip of the vine that was about to touch Finn.

Rebecca was almost a step slower than a bullet; she grabbed Finn by the collar and pulled him away from the danger zone.

At this moment, the battle between the half-step CCD and the complete CCD in the back has entered a heated stage.

Even from a great distance, one can see the two forces of faith engulfing each other.

However, as time went on, the light surrounding Milo was gradually suppressed by the black flames, still due to the inescapable curse of the vines.

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"Get away from me!"

Rebecca naturally recognized the youngest bastard of the Valrocan family.

I really don't understand. These days, who brings their whole family to the battlefield?

She left Finn on the edge of the battlefield, placing him within the protection of the Chaos Visionaries, and then arranged for someone to take him to reunite with his father.

"Thank you, red-haired big sister!"

Finn fell flat on his face on the ruins, but the first thing he said after getting up was actually quite heartwarming.

But the second sentence that followed almost made Rebecca vomit blood—

Are you also my brother's sex partner?

"Fuck off!"

"okay."

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Finally, the little bastard was carried away by two law enforcement officers to the rear of the battlefield and successfully reunited with the old bastard.

The first thing that inevitably happens upon meeting is a good scolding.

After finishing his tirade, he asked, "Where's your sister?"

"I do not know either."

Finn felt wronged; he had come to deliver something.

Kang was stunned when he raised the weapon buckle in his hand...

.........

At this very moment, in that dilapidated little house in Nanwei City.

Marty has already rolled up the other Marty in a sheet.

Unlike Finn, who was physically strong, "packing up" someone of similar weight was not an easy task for him.

As for why it must be rolled up in a bed sheet...

Perhaps it's because this is the only method of killing he knows how to use.

Taking the metal buckle back from "himself" and handing it to Finn was the only thing he could do.

He sat down in the familiar living room, panting, with his back against the cold wall.

He no longer had the strength to witness that horrific war with Finn, but fortunately, he had already seen all the magnificent scenes in his nightmares beforehand.

Looking back, my short life seems to be less than a tenth as exciting as the nightmares.

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Marty glanced down at the blood inexplicably flowing from his perfectly uninjured chest, but remained remarkably calm.

In his dream, he had seen a night demon flapping its wings in the night sky.

I have seen the monster born from the womb of a poor girl who was targeted by an evil god.

I've seen the Death Child crawl out of the cracks in a woman's body.

There are many things here that Marty will never understand, but fortunately, in his last nightmare illusion, he saw a scene that he could understand and that he could undo. His other self stole the key weapon buckle, and he successfully retrieved it.

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There are many possible interpretations of what happened tonight.

It could even be interpreted as meaning there were never two Martys, and that the person who stole the buckle was actually himself.

Now, he has made peace with himself.

In his own words—"I've always been a mental patient, that's what the doctor said, so having another personality is perfectly reasonable..."

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but……

What does it feel like to kill yourself?

The sound was coming from the rolled-up bed sheet at his feet.

Despite being covered by several layers of sheets, Marty could still recognize his own voice.

But he was certain that he had pierced the man's chest with the broken candlestick, and that the thief, Marty, was dead.

"Hehe, how can you be so sure I'm really dead? That's why people always have all sorts of wild thoughts when they're about to die."

"Why did you wrap me up in a sheet? Are you afraid to see yourself die?"

"Or are you paying tribute to our father?"

"But haven't you ever considered the possibility that I might actually exist?"

"Is it possible that I am not an evil person, and that everything I have done has a legitimate reason?"

"Or, is it possible that the world I live in is the real world, while you, and the world you are in now, are an illusion that should not exist?"

"Would you believe me if I said that in my world, it was that guy Milo Valrocan who asked me to steal the buckle?"

"You probably don't believe me, and you're right, I wouldn't believe it either."

"What are you talking about? I'm still you..."

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"Alas, in this whole world, all people and gods exist only in a most realistic dream."

"All those who consider themselves wise, both humans and gods, believed that the arrival of the blood moon would destroy a civilization."

"But they all underestimated the wisdom of Phoebus. The Blood Moon doesn't just drive the Great Old Ones mad; it's like a virus, a virus that can infect the mind..."

"Even that thing that slumbers in the deepest part of this world can be infected by the Blood Moon's virus."

"While it's not enough to awaken Him..."

"But the dreams He has in His slumber will never be as sweet as they used to be."

"Just like how you had nightmares every night after Xiaoju died..."

"whee…"

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(End of this chapter)