Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 673 The bottom overcomes the top

"Wait...why me?"

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Kang was the only living person left in the sandstorm.

All other living things turned to ashes.

Including Finn.

……

Kang You stared blankly at the dust and sand mixed with ashes on the ground.

He seemed dazed, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

It was as if they had encountered some very difficult problem.

He murmured to himself:

"Didn't he also read that will?"

"How is this going……"

"It chose me?"

“Why choose me!”

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"Why...cough cough cough..."

After his tone quickly became agitated and shrill, Kang's questioning was soon interrupted by a sharp pain in his bones.

Bones began to protrude on his back, and his spine was as if it had been crushed by some external force, forcibly folded and bent from its original normal shape.

His body became hunched over as a result, and he could no longer straighten his back.

The intense pain left Kang curled up on the sand, unable to move.

Meanwhile, the Scarlet Witch's body, which had transformed into a puppet of the gods on the battlefield, began to disintegrate.

Both the remaining portion that belonged to her and the vines that bore the curse turned to ash and vanished silently in the wind.

The Scarlet Witch finally met her end.

This is a replacement for immortals in the narrow sense.

Twisting the spine is also part of the ritual, similar to a mark left by a dust-walker.

A new summoner will replace the old summoner. Only one immortal summoner can exist in an era, and the only way for it to die is by the birth of the next summoner.

The price, however, is all life around the summoner...

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No one knows what kind of unspoken understanding existed between the father and son before they fastened the buckle.

It can only be confirmed that Finn's disappearance was definitely not the outcome Kang wanted.

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Along with Finn, more than 80% of the messengers of the gods also perished.

Before the buckle was fastened, almost all the messengers rushed toward the location of the father and son, and in the end, they became one of the grains of sand under the feet of the dust-walkers.

Thus, the record for the highest number of enemy kills on the Milo side has been set, and it was actually achieved by the two players with the lowest combat strength.

The Black Blades of the Golden Law Temple were the fastest and also suffered the most deaths. At this moment, there were almost no other Black Blades to be seen on the battlefield. The few remaining were probably in a state of complete bewilderment.

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And so the situation reversed once again.

The Chaos Visors, who were already losing numbers under the siege, exchanged glances, their eyes once again revealing a bloodthirsty killing intent, their spearheads aimed directly at the remaining Black Blade warriors.

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Along with the old Undead Witch, the curse that had tormented Milo for so long also turned to ashes, because the Guide had perished, and the communion link between her and the Guide had been completely severed.

The Scarlet Witch eventually met her end.

Perhaps after releasing all the remaining crimson power, her soul's true journey had come to an end.

And it was almost the instant the dust-walker left.

A terrifying roar erupted in the core area of ​​the main battlefield.

The flames almost completely filled the large crater that the Scarlet Witch had previously dug in the ground.

Even before the flames had completely died down, a blurry figure wielding a crowbar could be clearly seen bombarding the head of the natural disaster amidst the flames.

As for the book that was constantly tearing at him, he yanked it off with one hand, tearing large chunks of flesh or something else from his body in the process. He stomped the book of flesh and blood under his foot, the sharp end of a crowbar piercing through every page and driven firmly into the earth's crust.

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If Milo could only manage to protect himself in the face of natural disasters, he was mostly just trying to delay the enemy as much as possible.

From this moment on, it was a venting-style counterattack.

Specifically, the number of attacks landing on the Book of Flesh and Blood was even greater than the number of attacks landing on the Cataclysm itself.

He tore many bloody pages from the book, each page covered with fragments of broken tissue and organs.

Milo knew all too well what it meant for the pain to be felt even when the blow was to your body.

Who knows what this book means to the natural disaster? Anyway, if it leaves the conscious world with just one cover today, then Milo's name won't be... his name won't be... (I forgot).

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After the curse was lifted.

Although he can only be considered half a CCD, without the restriction of the curse, he is now a complete half-step CCD!

This is followed by complete self-will taking the lead, and a level of control many times stronger than in the Shadow stage, including the innate ability to devour fear.

If the maximum area that Milo could influence during the Shadow period was one or two neighboring cities.

At the CCD level, Milo's capacity to absorb fear extends almost to the very edge of the conscious world…

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The visual effect is that, in addition to the totem flesh and flames transformed from the faith power of the Chaos Visionaries, every corner of the entire Awake World has black threads being pulled and integrated into Milo's body.

That was the fear that had accumulated in the weak souls that had already fallen into madness before the blood moon arrived.

From the Miskatonic basin in the northwest all the way to Galid in the east.

All the sources of fear that had been born and had nowhere to go were now being powerfully drawn toward the very heart of the battlefield.

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Then, some of those who survived in their frenzied state regained their senses and became survivors in the apocalypse.

But the vast majority of people, like the Nanwei people, became worshippers of the Blood Moon…

It remains to be seen whether the awakening itself is a good thing for those who have awakened, as they will be living in a completely mutated and unfamiliar world from this moment on.

In short, this seems to be yet another incredible coincidence.

In a world destined to be driven mad by the blood moon, a born fear devourer unexpectedly appears.

It's hard to say who made whom.

But at least the doomsday that was originally destined has gained a glimmer of hope, and Milo, who was not necessarily able to defeat the natural disaster even after recovering, has been able to take the first step in going against the tide—using the weak to fight the strong.

Fire and darkness, light and turbidity.

This is roughly the overall view of the core area of ​​the old battlefield right now.

Having shed the shackles of the curse, fear once again became one of Milo's most powerful weapons.

His broken body was once again filled with surging, dark matter, and his severed arm was reformed from the substance of fear.

So...

All the fear that the Blood Moon brought to this world was transformed into fists that fell upon the calamities.

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"I've put up with you for too long, you fat pig."

Boom! ! !
A jet-black fist was imprinted on Tianzai's fleshy face.

The fat swayed and rippled wildly in the air like waves.

The left fist, a blend of two powers, shattered the layers of fat. Its powerful penetrating force pierced deep into the calamity's head, emerging from the back of its skull. Along with the charred and evaporated grease and smoke, the outline of the calamity's soul could even be seen being shaken out!

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Sometimes Milo has to admit that he lacks imagination.

Even at the level above Shadow, his offensive methods are still limited to punches and kicks.

But for the soul that considers itself ordinary, this is the most satisfying way to attack.

It has to be that kind of feeling, where if you punch someone, your own hand will hurt too, that's what makes it right.

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(End of this chapter)