Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 680 Torrent
Noschia equation, shimmering pseudo-trioctahedron.

"What the Four Horsemen want to take back."

Emma knelt on the ground, gently holding the crystal.

Driven by fear and anxiety, she had abandoned it, but perhaps it was part of her destiny, and the crystal eventually returned to her hands.

As she spoke, she grabbed a handful of Yan's ashes from the ground and sprinkled them onto the crystal:
"After all, this is a carrier you approved."

However, the ash that fell onto the crystal evaporated instantly without leaving any trace on the crystal surface.

"..."

Emma remained silent.

...

At this moment, the shadows of the gods descended one by one to the edge of the conscious world.

Those figures... which would be considered blasphemous even to merely look at with the naked eye, are no longer the incarnations or projections they once were.

This time, the very essence of Kadas's will has arrived.

They are going to put an end to this endless farce themselves...

...

Emma stood up, holding the crystal, facing the silhouettes of the gods on the distant horizon.

To Milo in the rear:
"You should understand most of it by now, right?"

“I know what to do,” Milo’s voice came from behind.

Emma raised her hand toward the horizon, feeling the cold sea breeze and undeniable hostility emanating from that direction. Even under the afterglow of the blood moon, her figure remained so thin, and her face still so haggard.

After a long while, she turned around and walked over to Milo.

He poked Rebecca with his finger and said very calmly:

"Have you hugged enough? It's my turn."

...

Emma didn't rush into his arms like Rebecca did.

Instead, she gently cupped Milo's mutilated face in her hands, sighing with emotion:
"I never imagined that surviving would be so difficult."

Emma didn't actually know the full story of how she went from being a dying patient to being on the opposite side of the gods.

But she has never rejected death, nor does she mind living and standing beside Milo like this, even if it comes at a great cost.

"Is it my fault?" Milo forced a smile.

But the smile on his face, which was still covered in cracks and not yet fully healed, looked worse than a grimace.

Emma gently stroked the cracks on Milo's face, her gesture carrying a hint of doting affection.

"Are you scared?"

“Strictly speaking, I’m already dead, right? So, it’s actually alright.” Milo shrugged.

“I can stay with you, as long as you agree.” Emma looked into Milo’s eyes and said earnestly, “That would be too tiring; you wouldn’t be able to save everyone.”

"Stop it, stop it."

Milo gently patted Emma's forehead.

"Take them away quickly, we'll see each other again soon, won't we?"

...

……

One by one, the gods descended.

Just a second before the storm hit.

Black mist surged from the thirty-eight crystals, and new Night Demon wings unfolded beneath the blood moon, carrying pale blue flames, completely blocking the first storm from the gods.

Then, under Byakki's protection, the group activated the KEIM field, engulfing all the survivors, including Kang, Rebecca, and Wendigo, before a flash of light appeared.

In the blink of an eye, only Milo and his frenzied Old Ones remained on the battlefield.

It seems that from beginning to end, only the maddened Great Old Ones have remained true to their original intentions, engaging in chaotic battles and hunting purely on instinct.

...

……

Milo and Emma's farewell seemed a little too understated, but compared to those faces that left unexpectedly, having the chance to say goodbye was already a blessing. KEIM's domain made a brief stop on the other side of Nanwei City.

...

"Wait for me, wait for me."

The unshaven old Theon was standing on the hilltop with his spear at the ready.

It was a slender and elegant rifle with a wheat ear pattern engraved on the walnut stock, but the entire body was covered with molten yellow iron that was more terrifying than flames. It was his favorite Whitworth rifle.

Old Theon had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips.

The gun barrel was locked onto the storm in the distance.

From this angle, nothing could be seen with the naked eye; the blood moon obscured all the details of objects, but he remained completely focused.

...

Not far behind Theon, on the ground, lay a half-crushed corpse—the body of Greed, one of the Four Horsemen.

……

bang——

Theon pulled the trigger.

He fired a shot in the direction from which the gods were coming.

He then got up, no longer caring whether the shot had hit or not.

"All done, let's go."

...

The surviving law enforcement officers didn't react when they first heard that familiar old, raspy voice, until they saw that disheveled, weathered old face and were all astonished.

Everyone assumed that the old man who disappeared on the night of the hunt was long gone and had rotted into mud in some sewer, and that a tombstone had even been erected for him in the law enforcement cemetery.

...

……

Milo sat calmly in the open space, awaiting the judgment of the gods.

At this moment, for some strange reason, the background music that had been kicked away by Yan at the very beginning started playing again.

It's still Rick's favorite damn symphony, "The Day of Wrath of God".

That's quite fitting for the occasion.

The outlines that appeared one by one on the sea surface were the true forms of the gods from the dreamlike realm of Kadas.

...

For some reason, when those strange and unusual entities of will descended, Milo suddenly revealed a cryptic smile.

He laughed even harder when he saw one of the unfortunate guys have his eyeball blown out by a bullet coming from behind.

Of course, that smile still looked uglier than crying.

...

For a blasphemer and sinner to be able to command the full mobilization of the gods, and even have them personally take action to kill him, must be considered an achievement in a different sense.

Then, Milo's figure was swallowed up by the torrent brought by the gods.

……

No one would think that Milo could defeat a coalition of gods, would they?

Only a fanatical believer, many times more obsessed than Lonnie William, would have such an unrealistic idea.

You have a place in the Silver Twilight Holy Light Association.

...

However, the truth is that the gods of the dream realm are an ancient god system that survived the ancient war of gods. They are beings that are even older than the dream realm itself. The high platform built by the ages is not a height that can be reached by simply devouring fear or cultivating a group of believers.

Milo's actions were seen as suicide by the gods.

Moreover, he surrendered his life in an extremely arrogant and foolish way.

All the previous battles finally came to an end at this moment. The torrent submerged and disintegrated Milo's remaining broken body, turning it into the most primitive and simple elements.

From this day forward, there will be no more devourers of fear in the sober world.

(End of this chapter)