Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 720 Chivalry
Lord of Sinful Fire...

The flames ultimately chose the source of fear that had coalesced on Milo as its fuel, or rather, its tinder.

It is not a fire without a source; rather, it can be understood that the source of the fire determines its form. The weeping ghost does not qualify to become a source of sinful fire, so the flames in the sealed illusion always existed in the form of the sun, and were completely consumed by the dark side of the fire at the moment the illusion collapsed.

However, the truth is that Milo did not need to suppress the flame with absolute external force.

The promise the Scarlet Witch made to the Crybaby was likely a facade; the true object of the promise was the Fire of Sin, telling it that at a suitable time in the future, the one carrying fear would descend…

Everything falls into place.

...

……

Joan Byrne's nightmares and inner demons ultimately became a reality.

She has become countless times stronger than before. Milo, on the other hand, is countless times weaker than when they first met.

But in the end, she failed to seize the opportunity.

All the resentment, grief, and hatred were suppressed by the darkest flames, leaving only endless fear, which Milo seized with extreme greed.

...

The flames formed a mottled swirling outline in Milo's pupils, chewing on all the fresh fears that came from Joan.

After being swallowed and chewed, what remained was the unforgettable "rebirth" she had experienced after her last slaying. The Golden Tree reborn Joan in a new way, but this was only what Joan knew from her perspective and did not have much reference value.

Byrne's inner world is a combination of naivety and stubbornness. What she stubbornly believes in is not necessarily the truth. So even though he now holds her deepest fears and can easily manipulate her through dream manipulation, Milo has no interest in the "truth" that is "beautified" in Joan's view.

……

The temple apostles on the mountaintop on the other side of the cliff were all dumbfounded.

The strongest new generation fighter in their eyes, the only Blade-level expert in a temple, was kneeling on the ground with his face being pinched, unable to resist.

"No wonder even the hunter spoke to him so politely..."

"Has anyone seen how the Blade of Law lost?"

"What exactly is their background? And which faction does that black flame belong to? I've never heard of them before..."

"Are all the others in the Temple of the Golden Law dead...? It really is."

"No wonder everyone is so calm."

...

The temple apostles marveled at the sight from the other side of the cliff, but that was all they did.

Although they are all servants of the temple, they serve different gods. As they said, the Golden Law Temple now only has Jon Byrne left in the Cold Plains, as the rest of the Black Blades have been killed by hunters.

"This is a trap within a trap..."

The wise man quickly realized what was happening and drew a conclusion.

The original plan was to use "Star Beast" as bait to gather the various temples and lure the hunters into making a move. However, it turned out that the hunters prepared even more powerful reinforcements and crushed the temples' strongest asset.

At least from the perspective of ordinary people, that is indeed the story.

……

However, not everyone remained calm and stood by and watched.

Just as the apostles of the various temples were lamenting that another prodigy was about to perish and feeling immense regret,

A loud voice, like the roar of some giant beast, rang out from the crowd:

"Let her go!"

Then a man covered in sharp armor stepped out from the cliff.

His armor shimmered with a golden light that shifted between light and shadow, and almost every edge had a blade-like texture.

The man seemed to be filled with anger.

After shouting towards the other side of the cliff, he drew the bowstring in mid-air, and a large amount of rubble on the ground instantly coalesced in his hand into a sharp arrow, which was then enveloped in some kind of eerie green smoke.

The moment the arrow was released, it tore through the thick fog high in the sky and headed straight for the man bathed in black flames.

But his actions did not end there. After the man shot the arrow, a pair of half-spirit wings emerged from the gaps in his armor on his back. Then, he stomped the ground and his entire body surged toward the other side, almost chasing after the arrow he had shot earlier.

...

Although the menacing armor covered the man's entire body, no physical features were exposed.

But based on these few moves, the temple apostles were able to more or less guess the man's origins.

"Green snake venom, long-necked armor, and those fleshy wings..."

"I know, it's that snake-man kid."

“'Hughes Iger,' I remember now, the most shameless of all the ardent suitors of Law's Edge.”

"After thinking about it today, his title should be changed to the most reckless suitor."

"It's obvious that he's risking his life, but I'm still curious about the origin of the 'shameless' part."

"During the pilgrimage to Kadas, Hughes challenged the Blade of Law in the presence of the gods, suffered a crushing defeat, and finally kissed the boots of the Blade of Law before being carried back to heal his wounds with satisfaction."

"Oh, so it was him!"

...

Hughes Iger charged toward the other side of the cliff, filled with rage.

He was constantly roaring something in the language of the snake people.

It had an air of wanting to tear Milo to pieces.

After all, no one can bear to see their sacred goddess being treated so lightly.

Just seeing the goddess's terrified and dazed expression as her cheeks were pinched made Hughes feel like he was about to vomit blood.

"Damn it!!!"

"Get your filthy hands off me!!!!"

"I! Son of Ig!! I swear to make you suffer every cruel punishment my people have ever inflicted!!!"

"Ah!!! I'm going to eat your heart!!"...

...

Unfortunately, Milo's knowledge of the Serpent People's language was not deep.

All he could hear was a cacophony of chatter that kept getting louder.

Then, turning his head, he saw a fully armored knight flapping his wings and rushing towards him.

The creature had a slightly familiar scent, much like the aura of the eleven dragon warriors of "Ig," the father of all snakes, whom Milo had killed before. In fact, its wings were exactly the same as those of the dragon warriors. However, the creature flying towards him did not have the obvious snake-human characteristics of the dragon warriors. It did not have a long neck or tail, and judging from the shape of its armor, it was no different from a human.

However, the addition of wings and armor cannot conceal the snake's true nature.

...

And the reality was pretty much as the group of people watching the show from the other side of the strait had predicted.

Hughes is a defeated opponent who is only fit to lick the feet of the Blade, and the Blade is now someone else's plaything, so Hughes' fate is naturally not in doubt.

The ferocious armor covering the guy's entire body melted into molten iron when he successfully charged to within a hundred meters of Milo.

The molten iron, glowing red-hot, burned Hughes's skin, hissing and emitting thick smoke. It wasn't fatal, but it actually calmed him down a bit.

After all, Milo didn't even make any big moves before easily melting Hughes's armor.

This suggests that the gap in strength between the two is likely greater than others predicted.

...

Milo glanced back again.

He thought that after removing the armor, he would see an ugly creature like a dragon warrior, half human and half snake, but in reality, Hughes was a fair-skinned young human. Apart from having a neck that was a bit longer than that of an ordinary person, he didn't seem to have anything special about him.

Then my gaze shifted downwards.

Milo saw a swollen object with bulging veins and burst out laughing:
"He does have some skill, doesn't he?"

...

It turns out that when witnessing one's beloved goddess being pinned to the ground and ravaged by others, in addition to one's fists hardening, a certain strange place also does so.

It's hard for Milo to tell what kind of twisted complex this is.

……

"really interesting."

Milo turned back to look at Joan's pale, helpless face, streaked with tears.

"So, in the dream world, your deadpan face is considered the kind that's alluring and captivating?"

As he spoke, he reached out his other hand and grabbed his crotch in an unseemly manner, muttering with some confusion, "Strange, I can't feel anything at all."

...

"Let...let her go!"

Hughes's voice came from behind.

Large areas of his skin were burned by molten iron, but he still stood there trembling.

However, less than 10% of the courage he once had has now been extinguished.

He nervously pressed down hard on his unworthy brother with his hands, but whenever he couldn't help but glance at Joan's helpless expression as her cheeks were pinched, the burning blood in his belly would start to stir again.

"Damn..."

Snakes are inherently lustful...

……

Hughes loathed himself at that moment.

With a formidable enemy at hand, yet...

However, just as he was struggling to suppress his evil desires, he heard the demonic stranger in front of him ask lightly:
"Would you like to try it?"

...

"..."

"Ok?"

...

His hand remained gripping Joan's cheek, her bloodied teeth, fiery red lips, and tongue exposed to the air...

Seeing that Hughes did not respond, he calmly continued:
"I can break all her teeth."

...

As soon as these words came out.

Hughes shuddered violently.

He could barely feel the pain of the molten iron burning his skin anymore...

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As for poor Blade, perhaps only now did she realize that the human before her, calmly speaking demonic words, was far more terrifying than she had imagined. In her encounter in the conscious world, she had only seen Milo's bloodthirsty side, but she had never seen him manipulate humanity.

Ancient texts have stated that those in positions of power are indifferent to good and evil, and are therefore devoid of moral judgment.

But if the dualism of good and evil applies to those in power, and they are going to great lengths to play the evil part.

That's how it will likely evolve into the scene we see now.

...

Knowing all of Joan's fears, Milo had countless ways to torment her.

She couldn't hold on any longer before it even started.

"Kill...me."

(End of this chapter)