Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 718 Extremely jealous
"It's not a fire without a source..."

On the mountaintop that had been cut in half, Milo stood in the center of the shattered graveyard, staring blankly at the ever-changing black flames in the air.

How does the temple define this flame?
People like Milo, who are burdened with original sin, are defined as sinners. So, the flame that bears the burden of original sin should be... the flame of sin?
Perhaps guilt is always a precondition set up based on the interests of a certain class. If the gods of dreams did not use fear as a shackle for all living beings, then the souls that devour fear would naturally be innocent. If all things do not need light and heat to survive, then the black flames of death would also be innocent...

Original sin is inherent in us.

...

Interestingly, while Milo was carefully observing the forbidden flame, the spiraling flame floating in the air was doing the same thing, observing the special soul before it.

"Sin?"

This is a description of the black flame that the Scarlet Witch once gave me, which I captured in a flashback memory belonging to the Crying Clown.

"The fire of sin".

It abandons the aspects of flame that relate to life, light, and temperature under the framework of order, and instead interprets fire as a symbol of death and annihilation.

It was born in a dream world, but it did not originate from the imagined world of any dream maker.

It is something that has existed from the very beginning.

It existed even before the Dream Realm.

In those chaotic and disordered years, there was no definition of fire.

……

Milo had been trying to figure out the Scarlet Witch's intentions the whole way.

Her guidance was never arbitrary.

Like the surviving people enslaved for generations in the forbidden zone of the Far East, the reason the Scarlet Witch chose them was because of the original sin flowing in their blood—the blood of fearless conquerors.

So what was the ultimate purpose of Leng Yuan's guidance along the way?
It's certainly not like the lies claim, where salvation and liberation are bestowed upon the crybaby.

Could that be the faith of the priestly dynasty in the sealed illusion? But wasn't it burned to ashes?

The power of faith originated from the illusory world created by the warm side of the flames, but now it is being consumed by the flames once again.

This is fire capable of extinguishing the power of faith...

...

Even today, Milo cannot fully explain the true doctrine of Scarlet.

But one thing is certain: all the guidance from the Scarlet Witch is a wild, anti-godly path.

She chose Milo because of his power to devour fear, which is the original sin.

Holy Communion, on the other hand, is an act of blasphemy that goes against the established order, using the blood and flesh of God directly as wine and bread.

As for the fire of sin...

...

In the great battle of the Tombstone Dream, the insectoids, as members of the Crimson Kin, have shown Milo what the power of faith—immortality and indestructibility—truly means.

Even if the world they live in collapses and is destroyed, falling into the abyss, those gods will not perish easily.

But what if you encounter a flame that can even burn away the power of faith?

The Scarlet Witch is practically shoving god-slaying weapons into Milo's hands...

……

...

The scene before me was quite fantastical.

Oh, this applies to Freya.

The little cutie stood in the middle of the ruins, confronting the flames... No, it wasn't a confrontation; there was no sudden hostility between them. The sense of crisis came purely from her deep-seated fear of the black flames.

She didn't know why Milo was standing there in a daze, she only knew that she shouldn't disturb him for the time being.

It would be best if no one else disturbed her—Freya thought to herself.

...

hum! ! !
next moment.

A huge golden beam of light shot out from another mountain in the cold plains.

It contains an extremely surging, scorching power and holy light; even just a glance at it will make you feel your soul being baked and burned...

...

It turns out that even a person with a knack for jinxing things will have bad things happen to them, even if they just mutter it to themselves.

The initial size of that golden beam of light was at least half the thickness of a mountain peak, without exaggeration.

However, as it bursts forth, it's as if flames are rushing into an ice cave, its momentum gradually weakening with each thrust.

That's because the annihilation effect of the black flames has already permeated this space. It did not show its hostility, or rather, it had no subjective will and simply existed here. But that was enough to make the holy light, which was carrying surging vitality, fearful and weak.

When the water, which was as thick as half a mountain, poured down to this side, it was only as thick as an arm.

After the holy light was greatly weakened, the sharp sword blades inside became easily visible.

...

Then the Greek girl took up her bow and shot an arrow.

She tried to nock an arrow and draw the bow, but her right hand grasped at thin air. Only then did she realize that her bitten-off right forearm had barely grown back halfway, and it was the forearm of a four- or five-year-old child…

But she reacted very quickly, immediately switching to her left hand to take the arrow and using her leg to brace the bow and shoot.

Whoosh! ! !
The sound of something cutting through the air was deafening.

The moment the arrow shot out, a circular cloud of dust and smoke spread out from the ground where Freya was half-lying.

The bone arrowheads struck the edge of the Holy Light Longsword with perfect precision.

The long arrow shattered instantly.

But it also completely stopped the last bit of murderous intent that the sword was shooting towards, which had been suppressed by the fire of sin.

……

If his arrow misses, the longsword will use its last bit of force to pierce the back of the little cutie's head.

Freya breathed a sigh of relief. But just as all her attention was focused on the blade of the longsword, a white-gold figure, faster than the blade itself, suddenly appeared from another direction, grabbing Freya by the throat and slamming her against the stone wall behind her.

Boom! !

Her entire body was smashed into the crumbling rock wall.

What followed was the fist of the platinum-gold figure, enveloped in chaotic light.

Bang!
Peng Peng!!
Three punches landed squarely on Freya's face.

Then the figure stretched out his hand behind him, and the longsword that Freya had previously stopped shot out again and fell into his hand.

The next second, the sword pierced Freya's chest.

...

The white-gold figure moved with sweeping, powerful, and terrifying movements.

And it was extremely fast; the gray-white afterimage trail it left behind during its rapid movement only completely disappeared after the longsword drew blood.

After the holy light faded, the man's heroic profile was finally revealed in the dark ruins shrouded in black flames.

This person is dressed as a knight, without a helmet, yet he doesn't appear bulky at all.

Bloodstained, grayish-white hair cascaded down the back of her shoulder armor.

A jagged, circular crack was clearly visible around her fair neck.

What remains unchanged is that cold, indifferent temperament, unyielding arrogance, and the ruthless way of crushing people to death upon meeting them.

Unlike what I remembered, it lacked the naivety I had when we first met.

...

Yes.

The Edge of the Golden Law – Joan Byrne.

A new generation of temple apostles who perfectly combine holiness, beauty, and slaughter, and a leader among them.

...

When she first received guidance from the temple to carry out a mission, she was beheaded by Milo in the world of lucidity, and then the Golden Tree personally appeared and took her remains back.

Joan Byrne was indeed dead at that time.

She recklessly descended into the world of consciousness, escaping the blessing range of the Golden Tree of Dreamland, and ultimately paid the price for it.

How the Temple of the Golden Law brought her back to life remains unknown.

...

The longsword was pulled from Freya's chest cavity.

Freya had completely stopped moving, firmly "stuck" in the cracks of the broken stone wall and unable to get down.

Black flames continued to swirl and rage in the air.

On the cloak behind Joan, the tree totem stubbornly radiates its unique golden light.

After dealing with the troublesome Xiren, she calmly shook the blood off her sword and turned to face the center of the ruins.

...

Even a cold-blooded knight like Joan couldn't help but show a hint of surprise when she saw that familiar face in the dim space.

That was the face she had longed for day and night, a demon in her heart, a face she had fantasized about tearing apart with her own hands countless times throughout the past.

At the same time, a strange sense of unfamiliarity lingered in my heart.

This hatred, though so close, seemed unreal, causing a lingering sense of bewilderment and confusion in Joan's eyes for a few more seconds...

Today's situation was originally intended for Raven and the Hunter, and Joan never imagined that she would meet this nightmarish man in her lifetime.

...

When she first stepped into the mortal world with the utmost purity and pride, it was this very person who crushed all her pride with the most brutal, bloody, and evil means.

He perfectly embodied almost every extreme evil mentioned by the ancestors in the temple, in the most blasphemous way.

It wasn't until Joan's head flew off and she watched her body drift further and further away that she truly understood how fragile and naive she was in the face of extreme evil.

For a moment, Joan even had a strange hope that she was just seeing things, or that the person simply looked like her.

But he was standing right beneath the black flames.

Joan felt disgusted by her momentary fear and retreat; she loathed this weakness deep within her soul.

Only by killing Milo can the inner demons be completely eradicated.

...

A mixture of emotions and hatred converged, ultimately forming the holy light on the two longswords.

……

As for Milo.

He had no idea about the mental turmoil his crazy daughter, raised by the Golden Law, was going through in those two minutes.

He had no idea that Freya had been stabbed through the heart.

In the end, it was Joan's sharp sword blade that made Milo feel a stinging pain from a distance, and he realized that this annoying guy was already close at hand.

...

If Joan's hatred for Milo was a mixture of endless resentment and fear, then Milo's hatred for Joan was pure, unadulterated loathing.

Honestly, if I had to pick the most hated and disgusting person in Milo, Joan Byrne would undoubtedly be number one, far ahead of second place...

She appeared only a handful of times in Milo's memory.

But Daisy, Yan, the Scarlet Witch…

The departure of too many important figures is inextricably linked to this woman.

Almost all the grudges and entanglements between Milo and the Golden Tree can be condensed into Joan Byrne.

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(End of this chapter)