Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 707 Hunter
By the time Milo noticed the longbow in the knight's hand, they had already been hit by arrows.

Without the knight's arrow being fired, Milo had a hole the size of a wrist in his chest, the edges of which were stained with bluish-green magical flames.

Freya was pierced in the shoulder.

The invisible arrow pierced through Milo first, then through Freya.

As for the knight in the distance, he had already slowly lowered the crystal longbow in his hand, and was in no hurry to catch up. Perhaps in his eyes, humans and Greeks were no different from corpses.

...

"You can't die!"

Freya hugged Milo from behind, pressing her hand firmly against the wound on his chest, and pulled him backward. She was still incredibly fast, as if her own injury had no effect on her movements at all.

"Wait a minute!"

Milo suddenly grabbed Freya.

His gaze was fixed on the knight on the distant slope, blood gushing from Milo's mouth and nose, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Freya didn't understand what Milo was trying to do.

But soon, the crybaby's roar echoed through the mountains once again!
Even more frantic boulders cascaded down from the mountaintop, along with some massive tree trunks that were broken off along the way.

"!!!"

The piercing screams and howls alone were enough to cause splitting headaches and render one incapable of any movement, while the boulder storm unleashed by the roar directly shrank the slope by a third. Thick smoke and dense, sharp boulders rolled down from the mountaintop, completely sealing off the area between Milo and the Knights.

...

……

"withdraw!"

Milo only managed to utter that one word before he completely lost consciousness.

Freya then carried Milo on her back and quickly disappeared into the ravine on the other side.

...

This was probably the most insane roar the Crybaby had ever let out, nearly tearing everything off the ground and filling in the trenches below.

...

The knights from the unknown temple could only cower back in the dense forest to avoid the rolling stone storm, watching helplessly as Milo and his companions disappeared into the shadows on the other side.

However, the man leading the knights did not show any sign of annoyance.

In his view, even though Milo and Freya were shot with arrows, they could not escape their fate of death.

Or to be more precise, their lives or deaths were of no concern to him.

He led the knights to turn around, preparing to bypass the mountain from the other side of the dense forest.

After all the knights turned around on their horses, only the woman in the green robe remained in place.

Facing the rolling stones and the direction Milo had fled, she said in a very low voice:

"He actually summoned that vengeful spirit..."

...

The knight leader, who was waiting for the green-robed woman, asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The woman pulled on the reins, urging the horse to turn slowly.

She was still puzzled by the strange clues she had just noticed, so she didn't explain much to the knight.

But before leaving, she couldn't help but take one last deep look in the direction where Milo was.

He then instructed:
"Be careful of that human from earlier."

...

"That human?"

The knight shook his head: "You're overthinking it. He won't live past tonight."

The woman in green robes was silent for a moment, then sighed softly:
"I hope so."

The knight calmly said:
"No matter what happens, the Knights will escort the Saintess directly to the place where the seal is broken. You don't need to worry about that. I swear on my life."

The woman in green robes neither confirmed nor denied it, then added, "Spirit Sighters have been climbing up the Cold Plains one after another, and even people from other temples... Let's try to avoid conflicts like tonight's."

“But those are unpurified Greeks.”

It seems that the knight does not entirely agree with the Green-Robed Saintess's judgment.

However, the green-robed saintess calmly revealed the knight's true thoughts:
"Perhaps you see conflict as inevitable, after all, another purpose of your trip is to seize that ancient poem."

However, the knight's expression only stiffened slightly before he quickly regained his composure, cleared his throat, and said:
"Escorting you is our top priority."

The green-robed saintess gave a final warning: "Also, we need to be wary of something. I can sense the presence of the Golden Law. Since their people have appeared, there's a very high probability that the hunters who have committed countless atrocities will also appear."

"Yes."

...

……

Just as the Green-Robed Saintess mentioned.

Ships that sailed from all over the Dreamland to the Northern Continent were filled with all sorts of people, more than half of whom were Spirit Visioners.

Interestingly, when these psychics, who would inevitably hunt each other when they encountered each other in the wild, appeared on the same long-distance ship, they all lived in peace...

This involves some unspoken rules in the quiet seas.

Besides these "civilian" ships, there are also some faster and larger behemoths sailing towards the Northern Continent on many routes. These are the ocean-going ships belonging to the various temples.

In name, the temples are there to help seal the Cold Plains Vengeful Spirit.

In reality, the Psalms are the most important thing, but that certainly cannot be claimed, much less can the visionaries be excluded in the name of the temple; that would be an act of self-degradation.

So while those ridiculous guys are fighting to the death, the temple staff who "happen" to be nearby on official business can step in and resolve the conflict...

This tactic has been used for who knows how many years.

Tried and tried.

...

At this moment, a huge ocean liner traversing the Twilight Ocean was slowly tilting its hull towards the shore.

Finally, with a loud thud, it ran aground on the rugged shore.

The ship was enormous, yet it seemed as if there were no crew members responsible for docking; it was simply left to be blown ashore by the sea breeze.

……

The truth is, at that point, there weren't many people left in the cabin who were still breathing.

The only person who jumped off the deck was wearing a black coat that was soaked, but not from rain. If the coat hadn't been black, you could tell that the liquid soaking through it was actually blood...

This is a man with long hair and one eye. He is carrying a large, folded scythe with a small notch on the blade.

He glanced at the vast city-state shrouded in gloom ahead, and the cold, unapproachable mountain range behind it, then looked back at the battered, wrecked ship behind him, and shook his head with a touch of dejection.
"The wrong person was killed."

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Ships upon ships filled with blood plasma and corpses.

These are all messengers of the temple.

However, it wasn't the Golden Law Temple the man was looking for; he had indeed boarded the wrong ship.

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However, it wasn't entirely fruitless; a considerable amount of relevant intelligence was gathered, with the target pointing directly to the towering, cold plain ahead.

(End of this chapter)