Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 676 The predetermined ending
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The last of the Four Horsemen finally appeared on the battlefield.

The four of them seemed to have come with a strong purpose, which, in greed terms, was to reclaim what belonged to their master.

It's about the ultimate shadow who once visited Nanwei City...

The Night Demon vanished...

The Night Demon's power, so formidable that it was almost impossible to break, was extinguished.

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The earth, the air, everything was trembling.

The masked figure, carrying a halberd, stood calmly in the air in front of the fog wall throughout.

A moment later, He used his seemingly thin arm to lift the halberd and aimed it at a shadow inside the wall of fog in the manner of throwing a javelin.

The extreme indifference, along with the ever-increasing weight accumulating on the halberd's head, was hurled into the wall of mist.

Unlike the Scourge, another of the Four Horsemen, the masked girl's every move was excessively "ordinary." Apart from the burning structure at the tip of her halberd, there was no other form of dazzling power to be seen, at least not visually. However, this did not diminish the strange sense of oppression emanating from the girl and the halberd. On the contrary, the more she was like this, the stronger the sense of oppression became.

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The halberd transformed into a thin, straight line, extending directly towards the wall of mist.

That thing didn't seem to belong to the three-dimensional world at all; it was just a simple straight line.

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It pierced through the fog wall.

Or rather, the lines themselves don't collide with the fog wall at all; they simply overlap and superimpose in the same spatial location.

After easily piercing through the fog wall, the halberd reappeared on the inside.

Its speed is almost imperceptible; the naked eye can only see a thin, straight black line trajectory appear there, but cannot capture its extension process. It is as if it appears as a complete line segment hanging there, completely silent.

However, the unassuming forward trajectory of the halberd within the fog wall finally came to a complete halt just before it reached Milo's brow.

He grabbed the burning tip of the halberd, which was like a sword's edge, with his bare hands.

Along with it, it seems that the mask's throat was also being choked.

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At that moment, it seemed that the thrown halberd became the medium that pierced through the fog wall, not only from the outside in, but also supporting the counterattack from the inside out.

Milo, following the strange spatial order, pulled the masked girl inside!

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Is he crazy?

He locked himself up with two of the Four Horsemen.

No one knows what Milo is thinking.

Theoretically, the Four Horsemen cannot be killed. This is a conclusion drawn from the ancient wars of the gods. Their prestige and fearsome status are built upon the bones of many fallen ancient gods.

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But to everyone's astonishment, there was no scene of arrogant fools being easily crushed by knights within the fog wall.

Instead, the two natural disasters, one large and one small, and the mask were crushed by the fist formed by the combined forces of fear and faith, unable to stand upright.

An immeasurable amount of power was unleashed upon them in the most extravagant way, raining down upon them.

When that scorching, burning fist slammed down, the layers of fat on Tianzai's face, stacked like a thousand-layer cake, solidified into liquid fat and eventually evaporated. And this was merely the physical burning; the near-destructive impact pierced straight into the depths of his soul, inflicting a horrifying wound on this once arrogant and favored individual that he would never forget.

And that mask.

That "delicate" body was trampled into the depths of the ruins.

His halberd pierced Milo's body countless times.

But that didn't stop the other party from grinding his throat and using a crowbar to peel off the mask embedded in his face.

The grayish-white mask of unknown material kept changing patterns, sometimes turning into the face of a ferocious old man, sometimes into the face of a wronged girl, but in the end it was still pried apart by the crowbar that pierced the eye socket, and along with it, a large piece of what could be understood as "flesh and blood" was torn off.

The mask was on the girl's face, or rather, the mask was His face...

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The halberd and black flames were constantly destroying the order and power that made up Milo's body.

Each time the halberd pierced his body, it left a lingering shadow on the wound, impossible to pull out, and the wound would never heal.

But at this moment, he no longer cared about what kind of force his body was enduring; all his spirit and strength were vented on the other person.

even……

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"The fog wall domain is expanding..."

Everyone on the battlefield noticed this. It wasn't just expanding; there was some kind of irresistible traction being generated within it.

This pulling force is directed at the souls originating from the dream world.

It was those knights and messengers from the various temples.

"Sure enough, he has completely gone mad."

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Even some shadows that had not yet escaped from the beam of light were uncontrollably swept into the fog wall.

Those are not the Black Blade or the lower-ranking races of the gods.

They are the embodiment of the will of the gods.

Like Joan Byrne who came back from the dead.

The soul that belonged to Joan Byrne has vanished, and the body that now occupies it is either the Golden Tree or a deity from the Temple of the Golden Law.

And it is this group of divine wills disguised as living people that Milo intends to drag all of them into the Fog Wall domain.

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It's unclear when exactly, but the crisis surrounding the Blood Moon has transformed into a campaign to kill Milo.

When this transformation began, and when the gods reached a consensus, are all unknown.

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"Since this is your will, why don't you carry it out yourselves, gods?"

All the avatars shrouded in the fog wall heard Milo's voice.

Milo has committed countless blasphemous crimes, so this one won't make a difference.

But in the end, his arrogance earned him the wrath of the gods... or something else entirely?

In fact, with the gods personally taking the stage in their avatars, it seems there's no need for any more restraint. The so-called divine dignity and etiquette have long been abandoned. What's about to unfold is a primal and savage "slaughter" where the forces on paper are completely mismatched—at least that's what the gods think.

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Now, along with Milo, those imprisoned in the Fog Wall are not only the Cataclysm and the Mask, but also the newly arrived incarnations of the gods.

Will he be able to get out alive?
When the fog dissipates, what are the chances that what's standing there is Milo, and not the gods? Or the Scourge? Or the mask?
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This seems to be a dead end, with no other possible outcome than annihilation.

The phantoms and sounds within the fog wall became increasingly blurred over time, becoming less and less detectable.

At this point, enough blood, corpses, and death finally transformed the battlefield from its initial atmosphere of morbid revelry into a subtle and slow transformation into grief.

Very few Chaos Visors remain.

Only the lone shadows of a few law enforcement officers in trench coats remained within sight.

Those further away might be Lonnie William and his group.

Rebecca stood in a daze before the fog gate.

An indescribable sense of powerlessness washed over her. She knew very well that she was too weak to help or change anything.

From the moment the scarlet was unearthed until now, everything has been like a dream, filled with a sudden sense of unreality.

But those who died have indeed left.

In the distance, Kang knelt in the ashes and dust, lost in thought.

At his feet lay the Night Demon, reduced to black ash.

And all those chaotic spiritual visions scattered in the corners of the battlefield, unable to dissipate yet nowhere to be placed...

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And there's that bald, burnt-out fur ball leaning against the foot of the fog wall.

Wendigo didn't seem to realize the predetermined ending like the others.

Its soul was newly born from the initial humanity provided by Milo, and the situation was still too complicated for it, which was still a child at this moment.

All it knew was that Milo had locked himself up with some very dangerous guys.

It wanted to help.

really want.

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So it kept gnawing at that fog wall with its teeth, changing positions and angles many times along the way...

(End of this chapter)