Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 723 Egg's Adventure

Millions of years from now, history books will record that this was an era abandoned by the gods.

do you remember?

Abandoned and unacknowledged beliefs can transform into insects.

No one probably remembers when this pattern began, but the gods accepted its existence, so all living beings accepted it as well.

Of course, "acceptance" refers to one group accepting that another group of people have become zombies and have their brains eaten away by arthropods...

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Why did the gods abandon their offspring and believers?
For hundreds or even thousands of years to come, this may remain an unsolved mystery.

They must have done something wrong as servants.

It must be.

The shrines on Mount Kokadas, left unattended for too long, will be covered by fallen leaves.

Did that glorious generation that once controlled the order of the Dream Realm truly exit in such a subtle way?

Even if... their offspring and their families have their brains chewed up by arthropods that grow from their own eye sockets, becoming slaves to the insects?
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Today, many residents of the Dreamland no longer pray to the gods. The steps in front of the monasteries in the city are covered with dust. Some independent city-states have even set up civil laws that restrict people from serving those "lost gods" in any form.

Some small, weak kingdoms rooted in the desolate western deserts, after disappearing for some time, were found only by travelers knocking on their gates, only to be met with cities full of living corpses and writhing centipedes…

The gods abandoned this world.

Perhaps on those bountiful continents where temples stand, order and faith still exist. But in the vast majority of barren and desolate lands, this statement has become a consensus.

Good people have lost count of how many generations have gone without witnessing the divine manifestations, while evil and wickedness thrive wildly in the corners of the dream world.

More and more chaotic sects, out of control of the temple order, are proliferating in the corners of the continents.

These sects mostly originated from the old days when they were once subject to the gods, or from some more ancient and evil beings.

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It's not really fair to say that the people were living in misery and despair. After all, the kingdoms and city-states still under the protection of the temple could enjoy abundant water and light, while those that were forgotten had long since died out and rotted, becoming decaying nests for insects.

It represents two extremes: heaven and hell, with no painful intermediate stage.

Compared to previous dreamscapes, this one certainly features more scenes of despair and sorrow.

But time is never lacking in the Dreamland. People will eventually forget the wonderful times they once had, won't they? When that time comes, the despair before us won't seem so desperate anymore.

This is the attitude given by the vast majority of temples.

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Besides the various chaotic sects that sprang up like mushrooms after rain, those external deities who could only peek at and covet this world from behind distant stars have finally and silently extended their demonic claws to the continents of the Dreamland...

These are changes that occurred above the surface of the Dreamland. In this era abandoned by the gods, all sorts of evil spirits began to stir restlessly and poured into this chaotic space.

However, the changes underground are quite the opposite.

The underworld is inhabited by exiled and abandoned races such as the Gorgon, the Goblin, the Ghoul, and the Megaloworm.

They have a relatively complete and simple food chain system.

However, the ghouls discovered that in the lucid world after the Blood Moon, rotting corpses were almost everywhere...

Why would they risk their lives to fight the demons and ghosts for that Xin Tomb complex?
Wouldn't it be better to just go and live in the clear-headed world?
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Therefore, unlike on the surface, in the underground world of the Dreamland, the population is actually migrating outwards.

During the relocation process, it is sometimes inevitable that some things will be forgotten, especially those that are hidden so well that even the owner has forgotten about them.

For ghouls, there are only a few things that can be treasured and kept as "treasures": meat, meat soaked and sealed in oil, and dried meat.

The value of meat is not determined by the part of the animal from which it is taken, but by the species to which it belongs.

The flesh of an ordinary human is certainly inferior to that of a Spirit Visor, and the flesh of a Spirit Visor is certainly inferior to that of a Blessed Spirit Visor or a Chaos Spirit Visor. Furthermore, the flesh of these two powerful Spirit Visors is definitely not comparable to that of the superior subordinate races. Above them are the superior independent races, above them are the leaders of those independent races, and then there are the Old Ones…

It's not hard to see that the survival philosophy and traditional culture of the ghoul race are somewhat influenced by the Scarlet Cult, both relying on the blood and flesh of those in power to strengthen their bodies.

However, the ghoul race is more like the kind that went astray on the path of communion, and once they went astray, they became the ranks of scavengers.

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Far away.

Ah, so to speak, among the many scattered items left behind in the Pance Canyon nest, there was a glass jar wrapped in layers of cloth and buried deep in the mud and sand of the nest.

This jar was made by Rick, the coroner of the Nanwei City South Enforcement Office. Soaking in a medicinal solution are about a dozen "meatballs" of varying plumpness. They come from various sources: Spirit Visors, Chaos Spirit Visors, Temple Messengers…

The largest one came from an old friend who was killed on the battlefield.

That's right, this is the survival skill Rick managed to accumulate in his spare time on the battlefield.

But in order to give his surviving companions a more hopeful path, he reluctantly gave up a can of protein-rich meatballs to exchange for the right to use the Dreamland Passage from the ghoul chieftain.

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So the jar of meatballs, rich in war commemorative significance and protein, was taken back to the ghoul's lair in Pence Canyon and treasured there.

After an unknown amount of time, this thing was forgotten by the ghouls.

Perhaps it's due to consuming too much rotten flesh that they have poor memory; in any case, this group has indeed completely gone astray on the path of communion.

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Anyway, Rick's jar of collector's edition eggs was left unattended in the dark cave.

Oh right, I forgot to mention something.

Besides the psychic, the temple apostle, and an ancient egg inside the jar, there was also a seemingly insignificant but extremely valuable and important object—that was—

Night Demon's testicles.

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Of course it's not the current Night Demon, Emma doesn't have that kind of physiological structure.

The item naturally belonged to the previous Night Demon.

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Yan was burned to ashes on the battlefield.

He was killed by Mask, one of the Four Horsemen, when he tried to intercept the Blade of Law.

Just as Milo saw in his hallucination, the halberd pierced his chest, burned everything, and in the end, not a complete corpse was left.

All that remained in the ashes after his death was that oddly shaped, three-eight-sided crystal.

Even the power of the Night Demon cannot give life to a handful of ashes.

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But what if it wasn't his entire body that was burned?

Rick, who committed the sin of gluttony, harvested high-quality protein from various living and dead people under the guise of medical aid, but ultimately kept his good deeds hidden.

As one of the victims of the stolen eggs, Yan's last glimmer of hope was preserved.

……

So, on a certain ordinary day...

Deep within a cave in the ghoul-abandoned territory of Pance Canyon, the sound of shattering glass echoed.

However, by this time the ghouls had already migrated to the "scavenger's paradise," so the crisp sound did not attract the attention of any creature.

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Then something... no, something sneaky rolled out of the cave.

It is much bigger than before.

It looked quite bouncy when rolling on the uneven ground, and even made a "biubiubiu" sound, but the small, thin tubular structure it dragged behind was somewhat of a hindrance.

As for the cave behind it, all that remained were the excavated soil and a broken, empty bottle.

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then!

The brave egg embarked on its own adventure.

Biubiubiu~
It followed the path that Milo had followed;
The Pence Canyon, piled high with bones;
We passed by that landmark building made of corpses (a giant penis over 100 meters tall).

Biubiubiu~
It followed the path that Milo had followed;
Xin's Tomb, where the forgotten are buried;

Rolled over James Sheffield's grave (the one who went through Nash's Chronicles);
Biubiubiu~
It followed the path that Milo had followed;
The stone pillars of the ancient giant city;
I jumped onto the endless spiral staircase of the tower of the Kass's Mark (each step is 80 centimeters high).
Biubiubiu~
Biubiubiubiubiubiu~
They successfully rolled off the surface, only to be chased out of the Enchanted Forest by Zugo;
The road ahead is one that Milo has never traveled before;
Biubiubiu~
Exposed to wind and sun;

Finally, hands and feet grew out;
You can swim or run;

Biubiubiubiubiubiu~
(End of this chapter)