Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 719 Lord of Sinful Fire
"Eh?"

Milo stared blankly for a while before noticing Freya, who had been crushed into a crevice in the stone wall.

She didn't die, but she was seriously injured.

It's important to understand that "very serious" here refers to a serious situation relative to her powerful regenerative abilities; it's the kind of situation that has almost completely halted her regenerative capacity...

...

bang——

His figure vanished instantly beneath the black flames.

Immediately afterward, the white-haired figure of the Blade of Law also disappeared.

The next second, a huge rock at the far end of the ruins exploded.

The two figures emerged simultaneously from the ruins.

...

Milo remained the same; he had no superfluous or fancy techniques. Even after losing the Holy Communion physique and the control imbued with divine blood, his style remained purely heavy punches and kicks.

He swallowed all the guiding fragments that led him to the cemetery.

Milo is no longer the weak and powerless mortal he once was.

However, it wasn't much better.

After all, a sign is just a sign; how much nutrition can you absorb by chewing up road signs?

...

This must be Milo's weakest performance ever against Jon Byrne.

Even so, during the aggressive pursuit that followed his sudden appearance, Joan didn't dare to retaliate with a single sword strike, instead cautiously parrying Milo's attacks the entire time.

It wasn't until Milo's final punch slammed into the sword that Joan only took a step back to stop the momentum, and then she finally realized what was happening.

Things are different now...

A moment of surprise flashed across Joan's face.

Then, her initial shock was replaced by a wild and bloodthirsty ferocity; she had waited too long for this day.

Joan stared at Milo, whose fists were enveloped in dark matter, and gritted her teeth as she said:

"You know..."

"I was even a little disappointed."

...

Milo probably realized that the blade of law before him was no longer as fragile as it had been at first sight.

If we do the math, we should be able to push back several years to the time when Joan Byrne was beheaded. Even if we don't count the years that the Lucid World and the Tombstone Dream coexisted, it would still be more than half a year. And that half a year in the Lucid World is equivalent to almost a century in the Dream World.

Qiong is no longer that tender, newly drawn blade.

But so what...

Milo flicked the blood off his fist.

He tilted his head and stared at Joan. In his eyes, no matter how many times the blade of the Golden Law was repaired, he would tear it apart and shatter it again.

Even the Golden Tree could not bring her soul back.

...

Milo paid no attention to Joan's disdainful words.

He only asked:

"Is the Eye of Thinking located in your temple?"

Joan drew her longsword and slowly walked toward Milo, letting out a cold snort: "Ha... I once regarded you as the strongest opponent of my life, how laughable."

In Joan's eyes.

Milo's hatred of the Golden Tree is completely unfounded.

Because he stubbornly chose the girl over the god, and more than once, this was not only blasphemy against the god, but also an extremely foolish act.

His entanglement with the law stemmed entirely from his desire to prevent the temple from reclaiming the Eye of Thought. For the sake of a vessel for the Eye of Thought that could be easily replaced, he burdened himself with countless sins. Even with his once terrifying combat power, he was ultimately a soul incapable of reaching the pinnacle.

This is Joan's way of thinking, and it is also the way of thinking of most beings who have converted to the temple.

In their eyes, defying God's will is not only a hateful act, but also ridiculous.

Milo's behavior exemplifies this.

He defied the order and common sense that the apostles of the temple took for granted.

...

But Milo paid no attention to Joan's various contemptuous reactions.

He was seriously considering something.

That's about the eye of thought.

After the battle in the Tombstone Dream, too many things clouded Milo's judgment, and he "lost" many people.

Enid is one, Daisy is one…

So, in that instant, Milo suddenly remembered the Eye of Thought's unique vision that transcended time and space...

Revenge is one thing.

That was a fantastic tool to help him find the missing person.

……

"But you don't know that I've come to the Dreamland..."

The look of astonishment on Joan's face when she saw Milo proved this.

Milo slowly frowned.

“If the Eye of Thinking is in the temple, you couldn’t possibly not know this.”

"Did it conceal something?"

“That doesn’t make sense. It should know that I originally intended to kill it as well.”

Ultimately, the Eye of Thinking voluntarily abandoned Daisy and left the Tombstone Dream with Joan, a fact that Milo knew.

It clearly saw the ending of Dolores's destruction of the tombstone dream, and that's why it made this choice.

But Milo sees this as betrayal.

...

However, Joan didn't give Milo any more time to think.

The longsword, bathed in holy light, unleashed a speed comparable to lightning as it slashed towards Milo.

In the surrounding space, there were also hundreds of identical illusory longswords, which rained down from above in the form of a sword array.

It's easy to see that after seeing Milo, Joan lost the weight and composure that belonged to the blade of law. Her eyes were trembling, not entirely because of unease, but more because of excitement, and partly because of her urgent desire to kill Milo.

You can see that Joan's face, which is always covered with coldness and indifference, is now filled with ferocity.

She desperately wanted to see Milo cut to pieces.

She had been dreaming of this scene for almost a century.

bang——

The mountain peak, which had already been partially eroded, was once again plowed up by the thunderous sword formation.

Large chunks of shattered rock crashed down the cliff and plunged into the clouds below.

The interplay of thunder and holy light eventually ignited a massive fire.

The once frigid and bone-chilling mountain peak was scorched by Qiong, who, with only himself and his sword, burned it to a blazing heat.

...

She originally intended to end Milo in the slowest way possible, so that his soul could also taste the pain he had endured to come back to life.

But now Joan has given up on that idea.

As she said, Milo is now so weak that she is somewhat disappointed.

Furthermore, the mindset he displayed was far too simplistic, making him unworthy of being the biggest enemy that the Blade Realm so desperately wanted to defeat…

Therefore, killing him with all our might is the greatest mercy and grace we can bestow upon him.

……

...

The sword formation vanished, and the thunder subsided.

Joan remained kneeling, her hands gripping the longsword tightly, which was firmly embedded in the rock beneath her feet.

The wind high in the cold plains stirred her long white hair.

She closed her eyes tightly, finally making a clean break with the inner demons that had plagued her for years.

At this moment, in Joan's perception, Milo had been shattered to pieces, and not even a fragment of his soul remained.

She needs some time to calm herself down and get herself back on track.

...

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

Ok?
What's that sound...?

...

"I'll ask you one more time, is the Eye of Thought in the temple?"

impossible……

...

"I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"

It's definitely his voice...

But why...

Hallucination?
Is it an inner demon that you can't shake off?

Just like the dream I used to have every night.

Even though I'm dead, I still can't get over this hurdle...?
...

……

popping...

Joan was only jolted awake from her self-doubting trance when she felt a cold hand slap her cheek twice in a sacrilegious manner.

What you'll see when you open your eyes is absolutely terrifying.

Spiraling black flames filled the sky, swirling and raging around Milo.

The person crouching before him no longer possessed any trace of the life force of an ordinary being. Terrifying black flames flickered within his eye sockets, mouth, and even in every pore. It was a feeling that, with just a glance, one could sense a pair of sinful, blasphemous hands kneading their soul. Even the totem on his body, symbolizing the golden tree, had darkened and begun to tremble uncontrollably.

Why is the fire so dark?
What kind of flame is this?
...

Inside the light armor, Qiong's body was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She could see Milo with her own eyes, but she couldn't sense even the slightest trace of Milo's presence.

The overwhelming black flames seemed to appear out of thin air; he hadn't noticed anything amiss before he arrived at the mountain peak…

The black flames have already reached into Joan's unknown territory.

The unknown is fear.

She couldn't understand why she hadn't noticed something so terrifying before, even though it was so close.

What has clouded your mind?
……

...

Joan stared blankly, her mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Meanwhile, Milo, who was squatting in front of her, was playing with a miniature spiral of black flame in his palm. The flames of sin were freely moving through every inch of his skin and every pore. The dark flames that rejected light and heat, rejected gentleness, and could burn almost everything, did not harm him in the slightest.

Just as Milo had been saying before—

"It is not a fire without a source."

While Freya was being beaten, Milo reached the deepest resonance with the flames of sin.

That was an act that would be considered a grave crime by the various temples...

Milo found the "source" and the "spark" for this bewildering fire of sin.

Once the flame shifts from its gentle form to its dark side, the crybaby is no longer qualified to be its kindling; only the heavier, more substantial "fear" is qualified to be its fuel.

This might seem too much of a coincidence.

But the Scarlet Witch had already laid out the guidance beforehand.

The encounter between the fire of original sin and the person of original sin is no accident.

...

Any form of fear that Milo draws upon can become fuel for the fire of sin.

Now, he is the master of this forbidden flame.

……

...

"Very good, very good... Yes, yes, yes."

Milo's actions were highly insulting.

He playfully pinched Joan's cheeks and pressed his lips against hers.

Large plumes of black smoke mixed with a fluid substance poured out of Joan's seven orifices, eventually converging in Milo's hand, where it was absorbed and digested through her pores—that was the fear welling up from the depths of Joan's heart at that moment.

"That's right, that's right~"

"Take your time, there's no rush."

"Hey hey hey..."

(End of this chapter)