Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 705 The Missionaries' Hopes
"Don't you know that getting too close to the Greeks will bring you sin, human?"

The sound was coming from the edge of the dense forest.

Language, temperament, attitude, tone of voice...

Milo didn't even need to think about it carefully to know that these people must have come from a certain temple, but he didn't know which temple they belonged to.

He didn't react in any particular way, but Freya's face suddenly turned cold and stern.

So, are the Greeks some kind of race that shouldn't be touched?

...

"They are actually primitive Greeks who have never been purified. It seems that this plateau has been corrupted for too long and has become a breeding ground for evil."

"And those dull-witted humans, who haven't even opened their spiritual vision, what good would it do you even if you obtained the poem? Wouldn't it be better to die a violent death on the cold plains than to live a mediocre life on the plains?"

……

I don’t know if all the people from the temple faction are like this, but most of the ones that Milo remembers are like this. Before the two sides even made eye contact, the temple side began to indoctrinate Milo, this “ignorant human,” because they had already assumed that everyone who climbed up to the Cold Plains at this time was after the poem.

The Dream Realm's Spirit Visors are far more obsessed with ancient texts than those in the waking world, and naturally, there are also many ordinary humans who dream of achieving instant success.

...

Freya had already taken the longbow off her back, nocked the string, and aimed at the source of the noise.

But Milo lost focus at this crucial moment.

Indeed, his eyes were vacant, and he turned his head to look towards the mountains with a somewhat blank expression.

He was drawn to some more subtle sounds because he suddenly heard them.

The sound was intermittent and very faint...

More indistinct than the murmurs of a sleeping child…

But Milo had a feeling that those fragmented words were a soul struggling to convey a message to him, and that it was only to him.

Because it was obvious that no one around had picked up the sound, including the people in the temple.

...

"Run if things don't look good."

Freya maintained her bow-drawing posture, lowering her voice to remind Milo, who was lost in thought beside her.

But Milo didn't react at all, still staring blankly in the direction of the distant mountains.

……

"Touching...the flames of death...no...it wasn't my intention..."

“I have… endured… for far too long…”

"Please...please end my suffering...as the missionary promised..."

"Please... have pity on me..."

“The great…Lord of Fear…”

“Take away that… cursed flame…”

"Only you... can bear... this curse..."

...

It was a strange and extremely old voice.

It is doing its best to get the message to Milo.

For Milo, any one of the sentences was a riddle, and he couldn't detect any familiarity in the voice, confirming that it was a completely unfamiliar soul.

……

That must be the legendary "crybaby," right?

But compared to the roar that had echoed through the valley just minutes before, the sounds Milo heard now were like someone's dying whispers, so faint.

...

If that seemingly extinguished soul was truly speaking only to Milo...

After all, it mentions "the Lord of Fear".

Milo could probably guess who the so-called "missionary" mentioned in the whispers was referring to.

……

but!
Doesn't anyone find this scene familiar?
Fragmented whispers from the depths of darkness provoke deep thought in ignorant souls, who mistake them for guidance and ultimately fall into an endless abyss. Isn't this the same old trick that those slumbering beings of the conscious world have worn out?

Milo had seen it countless times: those guys who ended up on the execution platform or in mental hospitals all claimed to be "the chosen ones."

Reason was warning Milo that he was no longer in a superior position, and that the allure of those ancient souls was still working on him...?

...

Milo extended his finger and pressed it against the carotid artery.

The pulse was completely normal.

……

While Freya stood ready, Milo, standing to the side, would sometimes look around and sometimes scratch his neck, appearing absent-minded.

Even when the temple personnel were already in sight, Milo still showed no sign of danger.

Because he found himself beginning to receive a trace of fear from the fragile souls on the other side of the mountain…

It was as if the crybaby was showing Milo his vulnerable side, or expressing his sincerity, akin to a humble plea.

The content that was contained within that trace of fear was beyond Milo's imagination.

For a moment, he seemed to see the giant altar burning with black flames of death, and all the sinners being beheaded beneath it, their heads still wearing priests' hats.

He witnessed the rise and fall, love and hate of a tribe. The tragic screams and cries of his wife and children were ultimately swallowed up by the indifference of those in power, becoming an eternal seal.

All the images were fleeting, but they were shocking and painful enough.

……

The priests of the frigid plateau are now nearly extinct.

Meanwhile, another type of indigenous people—the Cold Plains people—became slaves of a certain superior race.

This land once possessed a civilization unique to it, until one day they touched something called "forbidden," and as the legends described, the power of the gods in the temple brought down punishment, or rather... slaughter.

The soul that was considered taboo, after experiencing all the horrors and pains of the human world, was suppressed somewhere in the Cold Plains Mountains.

The long years are the gods' most powerful weapon. They confuse the memories of souls and shatter their wills. Only by suppressing the forbidden fire to its weakest state can it be annihilated in the end.

Until one ordinary, uneventful winter.

A mysterious missionary arrived in the cold plains.

It "visited" that forbidden soul that was gradually being forgotten, reminding it of all the memories that had once been replaced by pain: its lost kin, its crushed wife and children...

It received the promise made by the missionaries.

As long as it holds onto its dying flame until the day the Lord of Fear descends, the seal of the gods will be torn apart, and it will be granted liberation.

...

The mysterious missionary's figure was hunched over and crimson.

...

Milo suddenly gave a wry smile.

I think the Scarlet Witch probably didn't know that such a series of major changes would happen, leading to Milo's current predicament.

Lord of Fear...

As the Scarlet Witch had anticipated, Milo, having reached this point, already possessed the ability to tear apart the seals of the gods.

Considering their later circumstances and fates, it's somewhat heartbreaking...

The Scarlet Witch certainly did her job well, whether for Milo or for the ancient crimson in her heart.

……

...

"How long are you planning to stand there daydreaming?"

Freya nudged Milo with her elbow.

The temple's knights were now almost upon them, but Milo was still lost in thought. Freya was too busy to do anything else; otherwise, she would have loved to give Milo a good pinch.

……

"Humans, you are a race favored by the gods. Just step aside, and I can overlook your ignorance and sins."

"Don't get in my way of purifying this rare person."

(End of this chapter)