Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 698 Canned Food
An extremely dry and cold place.

This was all Milo felt after lying on the cold floor for a while.

With each breath, a agonizing pain spread from his nasal cavity to his lungs, a condition that did not improve after he was dragged into a dark indoor environment.

After losing his Shadow-level physique, all the rules of the existing world suddenly seemed to become incredibly harsh on Milo, all vying to take his life.

But before that, something else wanted to take his life.

After the man who spoke in ancient language left, some sinister figures began to slowly approach Milo from several corners of the place known as the "slave warehouse."

They were cautious, as if Milo's existence was something new and unfamiliar to them, and at the same time, it possessed a certain "temptation" that compelled them to overcome their inner unease.

The allure likely stemmed from the scent emanating from the bloodstains on Milo's body.

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Milo's condition was not optimistic; his consciousness was slightly fuzzy, and his body was close to being frozen.

This feeling was very unpleasant, because even in his blurred vision he could still see those withered, dark figures wriggling toward him, and he could even hear the sound of swallowing, but his body was unable to move.

He could almost see his internal organs being taken out of his body and eaten.

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Soon, the thing in the dark corner finally mustered up the courage to approach Milo.

They were several emaciated, hunched-over, and extremely ugly creatures. They reeked of filth, and mud and bodily fluids had been clung to their bodies for who knows how many years, appearing to have solidified long ago. They were so filthy that Milo could not identify their species with the naked eye.

But one thing is certain: these guys are preparing to eat Milo, and that might be the better-case scenario...

In short, Milo heard some breathing sounds that gradually became more excited.

As a fellow member of the slave warehouse, he was clearly a bit too delicate and tender.

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"Would it still do any good to shout 'Don't come any closer!' at this point?"

Milo asked the group of dark-skinned heads in his not-so-fluent, cold native language.

Unfortunately, these creatures clearly couldn't understand what Milo was saying, or perhaps they simply couldn't understand the language of the Cold Plains people.

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From a CCD-level high-ranking figure who faced the gods directly to tender flesh about to be torn apart in a slave warehouse, the fall was too great. However, Milo didn't have the mind to dwell on that for the time being.

Just as those filthy creatures emboldened themselves to reach out their claws toward their "food," the entire slave warehouse suddenly began to tremble violently, accompanied by howling winds.

Was it an earthquake?

I don't know, but everything in the slave warehouse started to "turn upside down".

Milo first felt a strong sense of weightlessness, as if he was about to be pressed into the floor. Then, a few seconds later, he felt weightless and floated off the ground. As the warehouse shook violently, Milo and the filthy creatures who were also slaves tumbled wildly like dice in a dice cup.

The moment he entered the state of being overweight, he heard someone scream outside:

"That damn bird is here again!"

However, in an instant, the sound disappeared into the distance...

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The howling wind and the sharp, piercing screech echoed continuously.

Bumping against walls, debris, chains, and skeletons, just as Milo felt he was about to die here, the violent tremors finally ended.

This shaking woke Milo up about 70-80%.

Although he suffered more serious injuries, probably breaking at least three or four bones, it was still better than being eaten.

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At this moment, the dozen or so filthy creatures in the not-so-large slave warehouse were all sprawled out, and the original walls had become the floor, which was also tilted, making the whole space seem to be swaying slightly up and down. Some slaves had their necks broken or their bodies bent at right angles during the shaking.

Another unfortunate soul got his neck tangled in the shaking, and the wall that the other end of the chain was originally fixed to had now become the ceiling because of the tilt. He was left hanging in the middle of the warehouse with his neck tangled in the air.

And it was still alive, struggling in mid-air, making "coughing" sounds from its mouth, hoping that its kind could help it.

However, no one in the warehouse dared to move. The few survivors all huddled together and desperately curled up in a corner.

They seemed to know what was outside the warehouse...

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Perhaps it was the guy in the middle who was "performing a hanging" who made too much noise.

Bang!
Suddenly it felt like something was hitting the top of the warehouse.

Bang bang bang!
Moreover, the frequency and speed are very fast.

The combination of rough hardwood and stone slabs had developed cracks, and debris kept pouring down from the top.

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Milo noticed a crack right behind him, through which a faint ray of light was filtering in from the outside.

He gritted his teeth, turned over, and pressed his eyes against the glass for a closer look.

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OK OK.

What a huge bird!

He was quite certain it was a bird, because he saw its body covered in thick gray feathers and its claws as thick as tree trunks.

This is all the information about the creatures outside that can be glimpsed through that narrow crack.

Another extremely important piece of information is that the slave warehouse is currently hanging at a very high position.

Because Milo could see those tiny "castles" the size of a fingernail far below, and he knew in his heart that they were not miniature models...

Yes, the slave warehouses were being placed on the branches of some kind of giant plant.

The earlier tremors and shaking were caused by the giant bird outside carrying the entire warehouse through the air.

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Clearly, the slave warehouse has now become a meat can for the big bird.

And it was opening the can with practiced ease, its enormous beak clearly visible pecking a circle around the edge from the ceiling...

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Clearly, Milo was not saved.

His fate was merely to be devoured not only by slaves, but also by birds.

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However, at crucial moments, his clever mind still came in handy.

Just before the giant bird outside was about to open the can, Milo gritted his teeth, rushed forward, and untied the unfortunate creature that had already been suspended in mid-air. He then climbed up the chain himself…

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Click! !
And so, just as the giant bird's beak had finished carving, the entire ceiling was ripped off.

Milo was hanging inside the bottom of the ceiling when he was lifted out by a giant claw.

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At this moment, all he could do was pray that the giant bird didn't have the habit of licking can lids.

(End of this chapter)