Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 677 I'll remember it
Correspondingly, the fighting on the church square side was also nearing its end.

The man whose body was bound by scriptures and totems was none other than "Plague," one of the Four Horsemen.

However, by this time, those scrolls of totem texts had been scattered all over the ground, and some had already burned to ashes.

Shockingly, the raven remained standing, while the plague knelt down.

He appeared very calm.

But he also looked somewhat down on his luck.

Even kneeling, the figure seemed taller than the ravens standing on the steps, moving back and forth across the shattered prayer square, reaching out to pick up fragments of scripture and cradling them in its arms.

His movements were very slow, even somewhat "gentle".

There's a strange, twisted feeling... of a father picking up the remains of a dead child.

No matter how the plague picks up the fragments one by one, there will always be other fragments scattered back to the ground.

Because there was a huge hole in His chest that went straight through to His back, the fragments of scriptures He carried in His bosom were blown out through this hole.

...

Compared to the chaos in the core area of ​​the battlefield, the Prayer Square was unusually quiet at this moment, but it was an extremely oppressive deathly silence.

It seems the outcome is already decided.

The scriptures and totems that bound the body seemed to have some special significance in relation to the plague.

But no one knows His past; perhaps even He Himself has forgotten it.

It was only when those scriptures were shattered that a trace of sadness naturally flowed from the depths of my heart, forming the scene before me.

Besides sadness, there also seemed to be some confusion and bewilderment.

He picked up fragments, but what he was really trying to retrieve was the forgotten past.

But like a hole in your body, all your efforts are in vain.

That buried past has long since vanished and can never be retrieved.

...

No one could have imagined that the Church's first war would end in this way.

The plague seemed to have lost something; it no longer had the will to continue the killing.

At the very top of the broken steps, the raven holding the wooden clock box looked many, many times older than before.

The clock in his arms was nearing its end.

This indicates that the clockwork that was wound up before the war even started was almost finished.

Apart from his advanced age, there were no other marks on his body.

The raven was very calm; his gaze seemed to linger on the plague, yet it also seemed to be completely blank.

...

In the ruins, both the servant of the god, Diracho, and the hunter were still clinging to life.

But the hybrids were completely crushed.

……

Shortly afterward, the golden light from the Temple of the Golden Law fell into the ruins of the Prayer Square.

It was the blade of law that Milo and Yan both tried to stop but failed to do.

After the golden light of the blessing faded, the tall, slender figure clad in armor was indeed Joan Byrne, or at least she had Joan Byrne's face.

...

When I saw the figure of a strange man kneeling and moving forward through the fog.

Byrne's steps instinctively stopped.

Because she knew it was a terrible plague.

But then she discovered that something was clearly wrong with the plague.

He seemed somewhat...disoriented.

After a moment's thought, Byrne finally mustered the courage to approach. As she walked right past the Plague, it showed no reaction whatsoever, remaining prostrate on the ground, repeating the action of picking up the fragments...

...

Byrne finally relaxed and stepped onto the steps in front of the cathedral in his metal boots.

She saw the raven standing on the steps.

He then drew his longsword, and its dazzling blue light instantly became the only source of illumination in the dusty square.

...

Wearing a long suit of armor, Byrne walked straight to the top.

She seemed unafraid of the raven that had driven the plague to madness.

The subsequent conversation between the two sides finally revealed the truth.

……

"Even arriving a minute or half a minute earlier would be helpful."

The raven looked up at the eerie sky illuminated by the blood moon with a hint of regret, muttering something to itself.

Byrne stepped over the hunter Monquia and continued forward, then past the spot where Dirasha was, this time giving the defector a cold, disdainful look.

"With your intelligence, you shouldn't say such things, giving God the opportunity to kill Him. That's incredibly foolish."

Even though he was standing at the bottom of the steps, Byrne's tone remained as condescending as ever.

...

“I never thought I was qualified to speak with God face to face.”

Raven shook his head. At first glance, this statement seemed humble, but in reality, it was a denial of the divinity within Byrne's body.

He looked down at the imposing female knight and asked:
"Will the Eye of Thought be taken back to the temple?"

Byrne shook his head: "The Golden Tree has given her chances, more than once. This time I will sever the shackles and let the Eye of Thought return to its origin."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about that then," Raven sighed.

Byrne climbed the steps one by one.

It did not stop when passing by the ravens.

In her eyes, this person no longer posed any threat, and drawing her sword against him would be futile. She simply uttered a few words:
"You've used the power of the Demarini Bell on the plague; you can't stop me now."

...

Byrne pushed open the church door.

Inside the main hall, Daisy stood calmly in the center, awaiting the approaching sword.

...

The clock's spring was almost completely depleted.

Finally, the second hand, which was still bouncing, gradually slowed down.

Byrne entered the church hall, sword in hand.

The raven only uttered one sentence silently:
"Okay, I remember."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demarini clock finally stopped winding.

It seemed like just a gust of wind had blown by.

The steps in front of the door were empty, as if the ravens had never been there.

Also missing along with him was Monqueya, whose body was half buried in the ruins.

This is not like a physical concept of long-distance transmission, but rather like an interweaving on a timeline. The clock has managed to create a segment of time belonging to the raven in this space-time.

Perhaps that's why he lamented that if Byrne had arrived half a minute earlier.

……

...

Faced with that familiar yet unfamiliar hostility.

Daisy remained calm.

She even had a faint smile on her lips the whole time.

Then, Byrne's sword tore off the blindfold covering her eyes...

...

There are many ways to withdraw your thinking eye.

They could either take Daisy directly back to the Dreamland, or they could kill her in the waking world and have the Golden Tree bless her with a second life in the Dreamland.

This time, Byrne made the most cruel and decisive choice.

But to her shock, the sword did not tear the frail girl apart as easily as she had expected.

Then, the usually aggressive Byrne abruptly and straight down in front of Daisy's knees.

Because the one that stopped her sword was none other than the Eye of Thought attached to Daisy.

……

This may be the first time the Eye of Thinking has revealed its own inherent will.

In the end, the sword only tore the cloth strip off Daisy's face and the entire building behind her.

But all the blades that could have harmed the girl were completely blocked by the invisible force of thought.

...

Subsequently, the will from the Eye of Thought conveyed the following message to Byrne.

It voluntarily left this world to return to the Dreamland, to the temple, on the condition that Daisy not be harmed in any way.

"My departure is already a shameful betrayal to her; please don't let this shame escalate into a crime."

Byrne's expression was uncertain, but the decision was not in her hands. Faced with the will of the Eye of Thinking, she could only comply.

...

Ultimately, the Eye of Thinking voluntarily left Daisy.

Its final message to Daisy was, "I can stay in the waking world forever, but this place is no longer waking. I'm sorry."

A soft, flickering light rose from between Daisy's eyebrows, guiding Byrne out of the broken church.

Daisy was finally plunged into complete darkness after the ball of light disappeared.

She hugged her knees and curled up in a cold corner of the main hall.

Now she really can't see anything at all.

In the darkness, any sharp object she could touch was the most terrifying thing to her...

That rainy night, the fear in the storage room was magnified countless times, enveloping her in layers of terror.

...

This is a cold, dark, and closed perspective.

It was actually what Milo encountered in Daisy's dream world.

That was something the Eye of Thinking had foreseen. It had foreseen Milo's severed arm and Daisy's fate. Of course, it's also possible that it had already decided to give up, or rather, betray Daisy, back then.

...

……

Along with the Eye of Thinking, Diracho was also taken away.

His situation is rather unique.

That blessing was bestowed by the Golden Tree, and Byrne had no right to take it away; he could only bring the whole person back to the temple.

(End of this chapter)