Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 712 Let's start talking
But the noise didn't last long.

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Even though Milo was hundreds of meters away, he could feel the icy chill that swept over him in that instant.

Turn around and look again.

The three sorcerers who had rushed out from the side of the piled-up boulders were frozen in place.

Their bodies were covered with a thin layer of ice crystals, which spread to the ground and froze the area.

Of the three frozen individuals, only their eyeballs could still move.

Just as everyone was in a daze, the legendary "hunter" had silently appeared directly in front of the three of them, his figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

He carried a huge scythe on his shoulder, its blade gleaming with frost.

...

Before anyone could react, a straight line of black energy shot down from the top of the mountain, cutting everyone's vision in two and heading towards the hunter's location.

The next second, a silent collision occurred.

Countless raging blades exploded around the hunter, and the black lines disappeared.

The hunter was unharmed.

He didn't even make any obvious movements, and no one knew how he stopped that terrifying black line.

The sorcerers behind him who were immobilized suffered the consequences.

Only the six lower legs remained fixed to the ground by ice crystals, while the parts above the knees had been finely chopped into minced meat and scattered as fresh fertilizer for the surrounding vegetation.

……

Too many twists and turns occurred in just a few breaths.

The moment the black line exploded, many more blurry figures appeared around the priest's ruins.

These included tall, thin figures clad in black armor and cloaks, and sorcerers wrapped in long robes, among others...

These groups of three or five must be the apostles of the legendary temples.

The various totems and marks branded on their armor or clothing had all appeared on the battlefield of Tombstone Dream, and at least Milo found them somewhat familiar.

But compared to the apostles sent by the gods of dreams to kill Mylo, these people were lacking.

Those who can step onto the Tombstone Dream Battlefield must at least be Apostles of the Old Ones, while those appearing around the ruins at this moment can only be considered high-quality Spirit Visioners.

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Now, all of them were staring intently at the black-clad hunter below, who looked like the Grim Reaper carrying a scythe.

The group of tall, slender, black-armored assassins were the ones who had previously unleashed the black lines to attack.

These were some of the few familiar faces present, for Milo.

A black knife, huh?

A group of professional executioners under the command of the Golden Law Temple.

The Tombstone Dream Battlefield has appeared before, including earlier, during the "Animal Friends Battle" when the Black Knife descended upon the waking world to guide Daisy to the temple.

It's not hard to see that after the battle in the Tombstone Dream, all the major temples are experiencing a shortage of talent to varying degrees. The black-knife assassins appearing above the ruins now are among the weakest Milo has ever seen.

Perhaps a mere "Star Beast" wasn't enough to provoke a major conflict among the various temples.

Furthermore, even the weakest of the Black Blades could easily crush Milo.

I wonder if they even recognize Milo's face.

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Now, the priest's ruins are truly bustling with activity.

It was originally just a minor squabble between Freya and the wandering spirit seers.

But as soon as the main event began, the psychics immediately withdrew, clearing the battlefield for the big shots.

Freya was left standing alone in the very center of the priest's ruins, somewhat at a loss.

……

Incredible.

The number of temple personnel scattered around the ruins was roughly over a hundred.

However, they were intimidated by the man carrying a sickle below, and despite the disparity in numbers, the situation was briefly deadlocked.

When the man made no obvious move, the temple side did not dare to make any rash moves. The only ones who were eager to try were the four black-sworded men from the Temple of the Golden Law.

...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the man took out a small notebook wrapped in black leather from his person, opened it, and began to count the items.

It seems... it seems like they are counting the number of temples present today.

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When they were in a standoff.

Freya sneaked over to Milo's side when no one was looking.

In reality, only she herself thought her actions were discreet; in fact, because of her excessive height, every move she made was very obvious...

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Although the conflict of interest between the hunters and the temple apostles is unclear, it seems that a fierce battle is inevitable.

"I don't feel right."

Freya leaned close to Milo and whispered something.

"What's wrong?"

Milo's hands were submerged in the unseen fragments of fear, and he wasn't particularly concerned about the situation outside.

“They don’t seem to be here to fight for the poems.” Freya tugged at Milo’s clothes and asked, “You have to stick close to me when the fight starts; these people are incredibly strong.”

"Okay, okay."

Milo nodded obediently.

……

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Below the ruins.

The hunter closed his notebook.

This foreshadows the start of a fierce battle.

He seemed to sigh, as if he had a sense of regret for not being able to wait for the person he wanted to wait for.

Just as he closed the notebook, the entire ruins were shrouded in a thin mist.

It's the fog wall domain!
...

This is a tactic used by those in power.

When this scene came into the sight of the temple apostles, their legs began to tremble.

"Damn it, nobody told me he had already touched the power of the superiors!"

"Aren't they sending us here to our deaths?!"

"The Temple of the Golden Law! You're going to get us killed!"

...

A biting, icy rain fell within the Fog Wall area; it was unclear whether it came from the weather changes in the cold plains themselves or from the hunters.

The latter is clearly more likely.

At this moment, the hunter finally proved the origin of his nickname with his actions.

More than a hundred temple apostles engaged in a large-scale game of hide-and-seek within the fog wall domain. Apart from a very few who were extremely confident in their strength and fearless enough to face the hunters' blades head-on, the rest of them jumped around as if they had seen a ghost, mainly fighting on their own.

Wherever the hunter's scythe passes, there is either death or injury.

Vast swaths of menacing frost froze the scalding blood, freshly torn from flesh, into crimson snowflakes. The battlefield, littered with mangled corpses, held no trace of blood, for everything was frozen solid…

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The first to die were the four black-knife assassins.

Note that what was given to them was death in the truest sense.

“The apostles of the various temples all possess blessings from the gods to varying degrees. They are essentially immortal because the blessing at the moment of death can guide their souls back to the temple… But that wall of mist, do you see it? That thing can block the guidance of the blessing. The gods cannot see the souls of those who die inside.” Freya was probably trying to explain their current predicament to Milo.

But Milo certainly knew all this extracurricular knowledge.

In fact, he had done this before, killing people who were blessed by the gods.

The most urgent task was to completely absorb the fragments of fear, so he didn't really think about Freya's words seriously and just casually replied, "Then who can save us?"

"I do have a plan, but it's quite dangerous, and I'll need your help to make it work."

Freya began to unbutton her top as she spoke.

"Hey, wait a minute, what are you doing?" This completely confused Milo: "Isn't it inappropriate to take off your clothes at a time like this? I mean, there are so many people watching."

"Uh, no, I mean..."

Freya was about to explain.

The next instant, an extremely piercing thunderclap suddenly came from the fog wall facing the top of the mountain.

Then a beam of scorching golden light pierced through the fog wall!

It was actually the blade of a longsword!

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When he saw the outline of the sword's edge clearly, Milo couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Because he recognized that sword!

"The blade of the law?"

A hint of ferocity instantly appeared in Milo's eyes.

Can't go wrong.

That was the two-handed longsword belonging to Joan Byrne, the Blade of Law. It was with this sword that Milo decapitated the woman in the Land of the Unseen. In the end, the longsword and Byrne's body were retrieved by the Golden Tree.

Later, in the tombstone dream, another Joan Byrne appeared.

And it was she who stripped Daisy of the Eye of Thinking, and there's a very high probability that Daisy died at her hands...

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"Sizzle!!!"

The terrifying holy light and sword energy tore a gap in the chaotic mist wall.

But that obviously couldn't last long. As the light from the sword's edge dimmed slightly, the fog wall began to gather again.

Therefore, the remaining less than half of the temple apostles in the domain immediately displayed their supernatural abilities and sprinted towards the gap in the fog wall with all their might.

They fled at an extremely fast speed.

Even the warhorses from the Temple of Hooked Finger could only run at the back of the column.

The hunter, however, showed no signs of anxiety. He tossed aside the mutilated corpse hooked on his scythe and calmly watched the longsword blade that had torn a gap in the fog wall.

They then simply removed the entire fog wall that shrouded the ruins.

Since the fishing net has already been torn and won't hold much fish, we might as well check what's going on outside.

...

The instant the fog wall disappeared.

The dazzling longsword, frozen in mid-air, pierced down toward the hunter's head.

However, as the sword's edge and the vast expanse of holy light it carried entered the hunter's hundred-meter range, they were gradually slowed down by the icy chill in the air until their speed reached zero, at which point the holy light completely dissipated.

The hunter, incredibly audacious, actually reached out to grab the longsword.

But before he could even touch the sword's edge, the longsword transformed into a thin line and vanished instantly.

Only those with exceptional spiritual vision could see a ray of holy light fly back to the high ground of the Cold Plains.

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By the time the hunters tried to remove the sword, the surviving temple apostles had already fled miles away from the ruins.

Meanwhile, the wandering spirit seers around had already hidden in a more distant place. Some had retreated to other hilltops, and some had even set up long-tube telescopes to spy on the battle situation on the ruins.

For the wandering psychics, this battle had nothing to do with them.

The hunter who suddenly appeared in the last decade has a rule: he only targets the apostles of the major temples. There are rumors that he hunts for blessings, but the truth is a matter of much debate. However, one thing is common knowledge: the hunter has absolutely no interest in wandering spirit seers.

It's easy to imagine that the free spiritual vision of the wandering spirit seers is quite worthless in the eyes of the hunters.

Even when they were right next to each other, he couldn't be bothered to do the kind of thing that involves killing someone, erecting a grave, and then spying on them. Even when he killed the apostles of the temple, he never tried to steal their spiritual vision by spying on them.

This eventually evolved into another profession specifically responsible for "picking up the scraps": following behind the hunters to pick up the corpses they didn't want, the corpses of the temple apostles, and then plundering the spiritual vision of these corpses.

This is the origin of another nickname for wandering psychics: "scavengers".

Essentially, they're doing the work of vultures.

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But now, the large number of mutilated corpses on the ruins are just delicious leftovers in the eyes of the scavengers...

Although plundering the apostles' spiritual visions would incur the temple's wrath and even be considered blasphemous, the wandering spiritual visioners were already the kind of people the temple looked down upon, so they couldn't care less about that.

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"What a pity, most of them escaped."

"Where did that sword come from? I can't see it anymore..."

"Yes, they've covered most of the temple's apostles, almost reached the summit, what a pity..."

"That hunter is terrifying. I can't imagine what would happen to us if he also stole spiritual vision. Tsk tsk tsk..."

"You don't understand, do you? It's obvious that he has a grudge against the temple."

"Wait...it seems like there are still people left on those ruins?"

"Yes, it's that Greek, and another...human?"

"That's right, it's the two of them."

"Oh! Here comes the show! The hunter is walking towards them! Did you see him? Did you see him?!"

"No one can fathom the hunter's temperament. Even the temple apostles dare not provoke him. Those two are in big trouble."

"What a pity, I was planning to capture that Greek and sell him to the temple."

"He really did walk over there."

"Those two must be terrified, why aren't they running? Oh, I guess they're too tired to run, their legs are probably frozen to death on the ground."

"So the hunters are interested in the Hiyans. If I capture Hiyans in the future, wouldn't it be better to sell them to the hunters instead of the temple? The temple doesn't grant blessings or spiritual vision, but the hunters can just kill a few apostles and give them to me..."

"Wait a minute……"

"What is he doing?"

"Ok?"

"Why don't you take action?"

"Is he talking to that human kid?"

"It seems that... he didn't even glance at that Xiren."

"What's going on? The hunter started chatting with that human kid?"

"What does it mean?"

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(End of this chapter)