Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 729 Wounded Dragon
The sea quickly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

It accepted the four burning giant arrows and washed away the dragon's blood.

Although it is often capricious, in such critical moments it behaves more calmly than any living creature.

...

Milo was awakened by being submerged in seawater and choking. It found itself floating in an area near the shore, surrounded by charred driftwood.

Upon waking, he gazed at the cold, towering wall on the land that kept everyone at arm's length.

Perhaps before, it was always a bird's-eye view from above the clouds, but only now, falling into the sea, can one truly feel the grandeur and insurmountable aura of that high wall...

"Wait, then."

After uttering a cold, harsh remark in a voice only he could hear, he dragged his battered body and swam toward Freya's location.

...

The three giant arrows that were fired later were coated with some kind of special oil. Milo was simultaneously stained with the oil and dragon blood, and even the seawater could not wash them off. To this day, the two substances are still devouring and fighting each other, causing his skin to continuously crack and split open.

This was only a superficial injury. After being struck by the giant arrow, Milo probably wouldn't have been able to wake up from the water if it weren't for the considerable amount of fear contributed by the onlookers in the surrounding sea.

...

……

Finally, in the seawater filled with fragments of the giant arrow, Milo found Freya covered in blood. She had reverted to her human form, her body covered with gruesome and terrifying lacerations that were even more grotesque than Milo's. In addition, she had terrible penetrating wounds on her abdomen, left leg, and left shoulder, and one of her horns was broken off.

She had been poisoned and suffered severe penetrating wounds in the Cold Plains before, but she always recovered fully after lying down and sleeping.

This time, however, Freya's wounds showed no signs of healing; something seemed to be burning inside the penetrating wounds.

It must be the special grease applied to that giant arrow...

Fortunately, the person was still alive.

...

It took Milo a lot of effort to pull Freya onto a larger piece of driftwood.

Among all the ancient texts he had studied, there were many insidious and vicious evil arts that harmed people, as well as methods to summon other gods to destroy the world. The only thing he lacked was the art of saving lives.

Evil scriptures are called evil because all spells come with a price.

Does magic bring the dead back to life exist?

Of course, there are, but whether the person ultimately revived is still the same one is hard to say...

...

So, faced with the dying Freya, all Milo could do was hold her, unleash the fire of his sinful tenderness, and alleviate some of the pain she was in.

Freya's breathing soon stabilized, but her furrowed brows still revealed the terrible pain she was enduring.

The flames dispelled the sea's chill, but the gentle fire couldn't burn away the oil clinging to Freya's body. Milo dared not try using black flames, fearing he might incinerate Freya directly...

At that moment, ships belonging to the two kingdoms slowly sailed out from the river port on the distant land.

Clearly, those inside the high walls have received the message and have begun dispatching personnel to sea to carry out the salvage mission.

...

Milo spat a mouthful of bloody saliva into the seawater beside him.

Turning my head, I saw that ships were slowly approaching from the other side of the sea.

"Good good."

He was holding back his anger and had nowhere to vent it, so whenever any unlucky soul came along, he would send them to keep the crybaby company.

...

Milo shielded Freya behind him, raised his left hand, and the spiral patterns of the Sinful Flame reappeared, the black flames expanding and swelling, preparing to devour the black ship approaching him.

He was well aware of his current situation. The dragon had been shot down in front of everyone, and this area would be the focus of the salvage operation. Another fierce battle was inevitable.

Just as he was about to burn the ship to ashes, he heard a familiar voice exclaim in alarm:
"Don't do anything rash! Do you remember me? Please don't lay a hand on me, I mean no harm..."

"You saved us, do you remember?"

...

He's the guy I met once before on the deserted island, the one who invited Milo to board the ship.

If it weren't for saving his ship, Freya probably wouldn't have been discovered by the people shooting giant arrows on land, who knows...

With Milo's tacit approval, the black ship slowly approached.

The deck was crowded with children shorter than the railing, all looking at Milo with curiosity.

Under the reprimand of the man who had spoken earlier, the children reluctantly retreated back into the cabin.

The man stood at the bow of the ship, staring intently at Milo and the black flames in his hand that were not completely extinguished.

Upon noticing Freya, wounded and barely clothed, behind Milo, he turned and grabbed a robe, throwing it down. He then ordered a rope ladder to be lowered.

...

Milo stared intently at the long-haired, bearded man the entire time.

The man seemed to understand Milo's wariness.

He said this:

"I can't give you much time to think it over. If you really can't trust me, that's fine, but you'd better burn every ship that comes near you from now on."

This means that there will be no other ship in this area besides him that will lower the rope ladder for Milo.

The man was very frank.

Milo then accepted this frankness.

In truth, he had no choice but to abandon Freya, but that was impossible.

...

Milo wrapped Freya up like a mummy and carried her onto the wrecked cargo ship. In the dark, damp cabin, the man sent some rudimentary medical supplies—a few bandages and some antiseptic ointment—which were utterly useless.

The ship was severely damaged when it was attacked by sea monsters. The main mast was broken, leaving only the secondary mast and a torn piece of canvas to drag the ship slowly forward.

...

As the man had said earlier on the deserted island, his ship must have lost a lot of sailors and crew. Apart from himself, the captain, there were only two male crew members left, and the rest were all children. It was the older children who were in charge of cleaning up the broken debris on the deck.

The crew had no objection to the captain's decision and simply remained silent.

In addition, there was a woman in her forties on board.

She was the one who proactively brought the medical supplies; she called herself "Shana".

...

After obtaining Milo's permission, she gently lifted the robe covering Freya. When she saw the gruesome wounds and the greasy substance tearing at her flesh, Shana gasped in shock, covering her mouth for a long time before finally managing to utter a single sentence:

"No, poor child...she's still alive..."

She then knelt down, clasped her hands tightly to her chest, and closed her eyes to pray for Freya.

...

Milo rolled his eyes.

"Ma'am, if there's nothing else, please go ahead and leave..."

"Shut up!"

He had patiently and politely asked the woman to get lost, but he was instead severely scolded.

Aunt Shana gave Milo a sharp, warning look, then resumed her devout posture and quickly completed the entire prayer process.

Then, she washed her hands with the boiled water she had brought and drank from the rudimentary medical supplies.

And he cursed as he spoke:

"Damn Hawkeyes! They actually used Dragon Oil on a child! They're despicable and shameless! They should all be chopped up, sealed in jars, and pickled into rotten mud."

Aunt Shana's cursing expression was completely different from her devout appearance when she was praying.

But her vicious words did not hinder her actions.

She even knew that Milo controlled the power of fire, so she took Milo's hand and made him release a gentle fire to heat and burn the metal knife in his hand.

Then he began to use the small blade to slowly cut away the greasy, festering skin from Freya's body...

Milo initially thought she was just scraping off the grease, but little did he know she was cutting off the skin as well…

He wanted to ask to confirm, but he was met with her sharp, warning gaze, so he could only obediently squat down next to her with the iron bucket, ready to catch the festering skin that was being flung at him from the blade.

...

Of course, to put Milo at ease, Shana patiently explained things while treating the wound:

"She's a strong child. You don't need to worry about her life. As long as you remove the fat clinging to her body, new flesh will grow back. This is the gift of the Hiyans... and also their curse..."

"The Xiren, the bloodline of the ancient dragons, a race that has been searching for its origins for generations."

"They do not serve any god. In their doctrine, the Greeks have their own Lord, and the Heavenly Father who freed the Greek race from bondage awaits them on the other side of chaos. Therefore, the Greeks do not submit to any temple, not even the supreme Mount Qadas..."

"Therefore, they also suffered from unjust oppression and cruel persecution..."

...

Purification is the word Milo has heard most often related to the Greeks since he came here from the Cold Plains.

He couldn't help but ask, "So what exactly does purification mean...?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was met head-on by that fierce and menacing gaze.

"Who's going to talk, me or you?!"

"...Go ahead and talk..."

...

"I'm not going to talk anymore."

After Shana finished speaking, she really shut up and didn't say anything more, only focusing on treating her wound.

Milo felt that today was the best-tempered he had ever been, as he hadn't even started killing anyone yet.

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But just as Milo was getting used to the tranquility of the cabin, Aunt Shana started again.

"It's all fate... an inescapable destiny."

"A colossal beast from beyond the stars left behind this rootless bloodline, silently bearing this curse."

"It's so unfair... Waaah..."

"This world is inherently unfair, don't you think?"

“Just like this voyage, if it weren’t for this old woman taking care of them all the way, those dozens of children would never have survived. But now the crew says that because there was a woman on the ship, it brought disaster, killed their brothers, and attracted sea monsters.”

"Hehehe... We are all unfortunate people... Child, you must live on..."

"You saved us, and Auntie will definitely bring you back to life."

"woo woo woo woo……"

The old woman started crying as she spoke.

...

Although this guy was a bit neurotic and his emotions weren't very stable, Milo noticed that the knife in her hand was surprisingly steady and skillful, indicating that she was a highly skilled surgeon.

Furthermore, it's not hard to tell from her incoherent ramblings that she's a knowledgeable old woman who has some knowledge of the secrets of the Hierophantic people, and could even be said to know them inside and out...

Given all these factors, the former Shadow Lord can only patiently and diligently assist her for now, as long as he can bring Freya back to life.

(End of this chapter)