Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 721 Huh?
"Kill...me."

……

Perhaps it can be understood as an unbearable humiliation, a willingness to die rather than submit...

But this is clearly not the first time we've been humiliated.

I never imagined that the blade of the law would be so fragile.

"It's a pity. I was hoping to see you reciting the Golden Law while holding that thing in your mouth. It seems I overestimated your loyalty to the Golden Tree."

Milo released Joan's face, shook off the tears and snot on his hands, picked up the two-handed longsword that Joan had nailed to the rock, and casually tossed it behind him like he was dismissing a beggar.

The naked snake-man knight was cut in half at the waist.

The two smooth, pale pieces of flesh rolled and writhed rapidly on the ground, indeed giving it a somewhat snake-like appearance.

But he didn't struggle for long. Hughes Iger's terrified eyes slowly lost their color, became dull, and finally stopped wriggling in a pool of blue-green viscous liquid.

...

……

Milo didn't glance at the naked corpse again.

He leaned on the hilt of his longsword, silently staring at the distraught Joan.

That whole thing was just to extract more fear.

Fear had indeed been extracted, and the pride and sanctity of the blade of law were gone. Just as Milo was pondering whether the fires of sin could completely burn this blade to ashes, Joan unexpectedly spoke up.

She said:

"The Eye of Thinking saw many weary souls emerging from the world of wakefulness... It also said that in some corner of the Dream Realm, a city shrouded in coldness had risen, a creation of some dream weaver... It made no mention of your arrival..."

"It said I could capture hunters alive on the cold plains..."

"It lied to me..."

...

Many weary souls from the world of wakefulness.

A cold, gloomy city built by dreamers.

...

Many familiar faces flashed through Milo's mind.

Only in that instant was his gaze gentle.

As for what the Eye of Thinking intends to do, Milo doesn't care and is too lazy to guess.

Joan's words weren't necessarily meant for Milo; she was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and it sounded more like some kind of unconscious murmur.

Milo pinched her chin and lifted her face, tilting his head to examine her lifeless, pale face.

But at least it has a tiny bit of a "pitiful" quality.

"Well, this time I can feel it a little bit."

Click...

Then he snapped Joan's neck with one hand.

...

Disappointed, Milo tossed the female knight's body, whose neck had been broken, aside and got up to go to the foot of the shattered stone wall. He pried open the already cracked rock layers with his bare hands and worked for a while before finally pulling Freya out of the crevice.

"The blade of the law is ruthless when it strikes."

Freya was beaten so badly she was almost unrecognizable; her face was completely sunken in, and her limbs were twisted in various ways.

But given her recovery speed, if she hadn't been stuck in the narrow crevice of the rock for so long, she would probably be about 70-80% recovered by now.

...

as predicted.

Her recovery was even faster than Milo had imagined.

After escaping the narrow space of the crevice, Freya began to make a series of crackling sounds as her bones began to move back into place.

...

Seeing the guy's terrifying regenerative ability, Milo couldn't help but glance at Joan Byrne, who had lost all life after her neck was broken, not far away.

"And this is supposed to be the blade of the law...?"

And further away, on the other side of the cliff.

The temple apostles who were watching the spectacle also met a bad end.

The hunters, who had been nowhere to be seen for a long time, had returned and slaughtered all the remaining temple apostles, leaving no one alive.

At that moment, Monqueya stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing silently at this side.

He stretched out his hand and gestured towards the bottom of the cliff.

Milo waved his hand to indicate that he knew what he was doing.

Then Monquia, carrying his large scythe, disappeared into the cold mist high above the Cold Plains.

……

Milo temporarily placed Freya on an open space to the side.

While she was recovering, Milo took the opportunity to retrieve the shattered rations from the ruins of her bag.

Just as she had finished packing, Freya let out the exact same ghostly scream as before:

"Um……"

"what?"

"Wow ah ah~~"

"My hand! My hand!!!"

"Oh, it's nothing..."

...

She was almost beaten to a pulp, and all she could remember was that her hand had been bitten off by the saintess of the Hooked Finger Temple.

About ten minutes after my body returned to normal, my mind also returned to normal.

Freya sat on the floor, looking lost and disheveled, as if she had just woken up.

Milo pointed at her, then at his own head. Freya was stunned for a moment before she reacted, hurriedly tidying her messy hair and quickly pulling her hood up.

Then there was a long silence.

...

It's not that messy hair is a problem, but rather that the messy white hair doesn't properly cover the two unusual structures growing above her forehead.

They were... a pair of immature characters, I suppose.

But in reality, Milo personally pulled her out of the crevice, and he saw far more than just the two horns on her head; he had seen everything he should and shouldn't have seen.

...

Milo had no idea why Freya was so concerned about the horns on her head. He took a piece of dry rations from Freya's pack, tossed the pack back into her arms, calmly sat down beside her, and said while munching on some:

"I know you have horns on your head."

"Huh?" Freya was a little taken aback.

Milo continued munching on his dry rations: "What's so great about this? I know you must have a very powerful ancient bloodline. Such strong recovery ability is definitely not something that ordinary Hittites have. Otherwise, your Hittite race would have already attacked Mount Kadas long ago."

After saying that, he started munching on his dry rations again.

The Flame of Sin manifests in Milo not as gently as it did in the sealed illusion. It grants Milo a terrifying destructive power of darkness, but does not provide him with an inexhaustible source of gentle energy. In fact, it consumes a lot of "fuel," so Milo gets "hungry" very quickly.

“Oh…” Freya still did not respond to Milo.

“I also know that your tribe has a tradition of keeping other races as pets, such as humans,” Milo continued, eating as he spoke.

"You know that too..." Freya's eyes widened instantly.

“There’s a ‘Manual for Taming Humans’ in your pack.” Milo continued munching on his dry rations.

"Oh...hehe, that seems pretty obvious." Freya muttered softly, head down, then suddenly looked up and asked:
"Then you must also know that those dry rations are made from my breast milk, right?"

"Pfft!! Cough cough cough!!!"

"Are you alright?! Did you choke?!"

"Cough cough cough..."

...

……

I really don't know about Milo.

Common sense dictates that someone who isn't pregnant or breastfeeding wouldn't have that kind of thing.

And there's enough of it to make cheese?
...

Lord of Sinful Fire, Lord of Fear, First Half of CCD, Godslayer, Cats' Best Friend... He almost ended his life in an extremely humiliating way—choking to death on cheese.

So the enthusiastic Freya delivered a powerful right straight punch to Milo's abdomen.

It smashed the sticky cheese that was stuck in my throat right out.

...

After being rescued, Milo sat in his original spot, pondering for a long time with great confusion.

"Wait a minute, you're definitely not pregnant, so how could you be..."

Although he kept telling himself that he had swallowed so much cheese during this period of time purely because of its powerful effects, and not because of some deep-seated Oedipus complex draped in the Stars and Stripes...

But it's still a little strange, isn't it?

...

As for the question raised by Milo, Freya herself only had a vague understanding of it.

"I don't understand either. It feels like it's related to my...emotions?"

"Impressive, no wonder they need pets like humans who provide emotional support." Milo shrugged, but looking at the remaining half of the "food" in his hand, he was at a loss for what to do.

As a result, Freya turned the tables and launched an offensive:
Are you shy?

"Huh? Me? What are you talking about..." Milo waved his hands repeatedly.

"You're blushing! I saw it, hahaha! So cute~~" Freya teased Milo relentlessly.

...

They mocked each other for about a few minutes.

They eventually reached a consensus that it was "cute," and then stopped talking about it.

And Milo still swallowed the remaining half mouthful of dry food.

To be honest, he's still puzzled. Why does this stuff taste so bland and tasteless? It doesn't match the ingredients at all...

……

Nearly twenty minutes had passed since Monqueya pointed down the cliff.

Rumble…

Only then did some muffled sounds begin to emerge from the foot of Lengyuan Mountain.

...

The sound came from the direction of Inganok, but it was not a strange noise made by the giants in the city.

From the height where Milo and Freya stood, through the clouds they could vaguely see some strange vines spreading out from that gloomy city-state, covering almost every inch of land and rock, flowing back towards the summit of the Cold Plains like a tidal wave.

The vines had a rough, black surface, as if they had been soaked in ink or burned, but the holy patterns and totems that radiated golden light in the crevices were still clearly visible.

This "holy yet filthy" thing spread wildly from the city of Inganok, completely blocking the way out of the entire cold plain.

Those wandering spirits who had been lurking at the foot of the mountain were all entangled and torn apart by the vines.

...

"How to do how to do?"

Freya drew her longbow and gazed at the vines churning like the sea, feeling utterly bewildered.

"finally come."

Milo followed the ruins towards the wave of vines below.

He had been waiting since the beginning, just to see who would come to collect Joan Byrne's body.

(End of this chapter)