Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 701 Oh dear
The little cutie blinked.

Oh no, wait a minute, little cutie?

...

Milo understood the other person's language, which was also one of the Cold Primal languages, but it sounded much more pleasant than the garbled noise of the Cold Primal people.

He squinted and leaned back, a deep doubt creeping into his mind about the aesthetics of the Greek girl.

If she weren't so pretty, Milo would have slammed his fist on the table and demanded, "Who the hell are you calling 'cutie'?"

...

The young girl from Xiren had no idea that the Dark Dwellers who died at the hands of this little cutie in front of her, along with the Old Ones, amounted to at least a reinforced platoon. Two top-tier Favored Knights were tied together and crippled by him, and even the Dream Gods were all bundled up and thrown into the abyss by him.

Of course, she would never know any of this.

Even in the Dream Realm, there's no such thing as having past achievements to rely on.

So, to the Greek girl, Milo's strange expressions looked like she was being silly and cute, which made her even more unrestrained.

"How cute! You must be lost."

As he spoke, he even reached out and patted Milo's head.

Blasphemy! Utter blasphemy! This rebellious woman!

...

"Are your injuries serious? I have some medicine here." The woman quickly rummaged through her backpack.

To be honest, Milo does look pretty awful right now.

Dried blood mingled with mud, her hair looked like it had been struck by lightning, her clothes were tattered, and her eyes were bloodshot. It's hard to understand how this Greek girl could associate this appearance with the word "cute."

He craned his neck to see if the girl had any food in her backpack.

Suddenly, he heard some eerie noises coming from deep within the dense forest, so he pointed in that direction and said:
"There's some noise over there."

Looking up again, he realized that the Greek girl was also quick to react. Before he could finish speaking, she had already turned around to draw her bow and nock the string, assuming an absolutely focused and elegant aiming posture.

But the next second, the Greek girl turned around and said with a look of surprise:

"So you can talk!"

The expression on her face was exactly the same as when Milo first discovered that Marshall could speak.

...

This was the first time Milo had received such a surprised response for speaking in a human language.

But he suppressed the hundreds of sarcastic and unsavory thoughts churning in his mind, and pointed ahead in the direction where the strange noise was getting louder, reminding him:

"coming."

……

swish swish swish...

The high-frequency sound coming from afar easily evokes images of some multi-legged creature speeding through a dense forest.

But the reality was even more chilling than imagined.

In the shadows at the edge of the field of vision appeared a giant, deep purple spider.

Its entire body was covered with wart-like growths, its menacing limbs were covered with bristles, its belly was a mottled pale purple, its front part was a deep blue, and its leg tips and claws were a pure black with a faint sheen.

Judging from the trees in the surrounding dense forest, this thing is about 1.5 meters tall, but that's just the height; the width is another story...

This is probably the Cold Spider that the male and female bird mentioned.

These creatures are not unintelligent. Given that there have been cases of cold spiders dying after eating Inganok people, Milo, who has the appearance of an Inganok, should be relatively safe.

In reality, the target that the Cold Spider charged towards was not Milo.

Instead, it was the larger and more succulent Greek girl in front of him.

Whoosh! !

The sound of arrows piercing the air rang out.

In the blink of an eye, the cold spider that was charging towards them crashed to the ground. Due to its forward momentum, it rolled several times on the ground before stopping. Its eight long limbs struggled and fought frantically, but in the end, it was unable to pull the arrow out of its mouthparts and became still.

The Greek girl put away her bow and turned around; the precise and beautiful arrow she had just shot seemed like an understatement to her.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a newborn cold spider." It turns out it's still a juvenile.

How big would an adult individual of that size have to be...?

Seeing the Greek girl start rummaging through her backpack again, Milo could only patiently remind her:
Don't you think we should leave here first?

In the primeval jungle, the smell of any fresh flesh and blood will attract nearby predators. Of course, this is an experience from the conscious world, and it may not apply in the dream world.

The Greek girl seemed to have absolutely no sense of crisis.

She rummaged through her backpack, much like how we might rummage through our pockets for snacks after encountering a cute kitten on the street.

"It's alright. Cold Spiders are a solitary species. They generally don't cooperate with each other, and cannibalism is even common. Usually, only one Cold Spider will appear in an area, unless..."

“Unless what?” Milo asked.

“Unless it’s mating season,” the Greek girl replied.

"What did you say that cold spider was again?" Milo continued to ask.

"A newborn baby... Oh, in that case..."

The Greek girl finally stopped all her unnecessary movements and realized what was happening.

Milo made a classic Shadow-style shrug.

The words of the Greek girl seemed to possess some kind of magical summoning power, or you could simply call her a jinx.

Anyway, while she was saying "Oh~", Milo and she were already surrounded by dozens of cold spiders in the dense forest.

...

Milo has long since lost his Shadow-level perception abilities.

But some instinctive traits will not be lost.

He checked his pulse in his neck.

Yes, it's jumping wildly.

Such a high heart rate.

If it weren't for the visually striking "great blessing" bestowed upon the Greek girl so close at hand, then there would most likely be a deadly threat approaching.

...

"Little cutie, you run first, I'll lure them away!"

The girl's kindness was on full display.

However, someone had already found a gap in the encirclement and disappeared in a flash.

Of course I'd run away; they wanted to eat you, not me.

Before leaving, Milo even swiped a hard piece of dry food from someone's backpack.

...

……

Perhaps it was the will to survive, or perhaps the dry rations worked, but Milo kept running while munching on the rations, his speed increasing until he burst out of the dense forest.

It's hard to imagine that someone with several broken bones could run at that speed.

...

Milo had no intention of looking back even once during the battle in the dense forest.

At least initially, I didn't have this idea.

But gradually, he noticed that his wounds were healing rapidly.

And it's highly likely that it was that unassuming piece of dry rations that served its purpose...

Then I recalled the bits of dry rations that had been scattered along the way during our escape.

"Oh dear..."

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(End of this chapter)