Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 735 Ancient Methods of Creating Gods
Milo and Freya left the village at night.

By the time the captain arrived at the village entrance, it was already daylight; everything that was bound to happen had already happened…

...

But in reality, there were some who slipped through the net.

Aegon, she has gone out hunting.

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However, Aegon, who was only active in the nearby mountains, was soon discovered by the temple apostles.

They didn't "go easy" on Aegon because she was different from the other children in the village; she wasn't a failed blessing.

"This is an ordinary child. Do you remember what the priest said?"

"It is said that only one of the latest creations survived, and He is very dissatisfied, wanting us to bring back more..."

"Isn't this just what we need?"

Aegon was knocked unconscious and taken away, unaware of what she would face next.

...

The apostles' party continued southward in search of the Greeks.

They had a map of Milo's route. Although there were two routes on it, one of them was within the territory of the Kingdom of Hylanris, on the opposite bank of the Zuluo River. So, without a doubt, the one within Losk was the most likely.

It must be said that the apostles of the Hooked Finger Temple are quite skilled at tracking; they are very accurate in their pursuit.

It's just a pity that they found it a little too accurately.

...

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Milo found Freya a recessed cave in the mountains, just big enough to accommodate her height of over two meters.

"Wait here for me for a while, don't show your face."

He casually straightened the unidentified bandage wrapped around Freya's broken horn, then piled some branches at the cave entrance for cover.

"Are you sure this will work?" In Freya's eyes, these leaves and branches were meaningless.

But Milo replied seriously, "That way you won't get splattered with blood."

"Wait." Just as Milo finished his cover and was about to turn around to face the temple apostle, Freya reached out and grabbed Milo, saying earnestly, "Don't die."

"Don't worry, I've already drunk the ones with blood on them." Milo waved his hand.

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A wall of fog enveloped the dense forest.

A few minutes later, some strange noises that had nothing to do with the fighting came from the dense forest.

There were no hissing, wailing, or screaming sounds, nor the clashing of swords; it was just a series of noises, like something brushing past the bushes.

But Milo was right; blood was indeed splattered everywhere, even landing on the branches covering Freya's hiding place.

...

In the jungle, this squad of temple apostles had been completely dismembered, with most of them hanging from trees by their buttocks.

The blue gems on their metal gauntlets had also been burned to dust.

However, Milo left one alive.

The man knelt in a pool of blood, his eyes vacant and his face blank, answering Milo's questions word by word.

How did you find us?

"This." (Hands over the map)

"Have you entered the village?"

"Yes."

How did you find the village?

"The man who steered the boat exchanged a temple stone for the opportunity to worship the priest. The priest obtained information about you and the village from his mind, so we went to the village."

"Then?"

“We cleaned up the failed creations as we went along, and then we caught a normal one and sent it back to the Temple of Blessing.”

"Is she a girl with slightly dark skin?"

"Ah yes."

"...You can die now."

"Okay." (He ripped open his own throat with his bare hands.)

...

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The fog wall dissipated.

Milo kicked away the corpse kneeling at his feet.

He turned to look at Freya, who had already climbed out of the cave.

The latter had obviously heard what the temple apostle said after being guided by the dream, but she just quietly looked at Milo and waited for him to make a decision.

"Shouldn't you take off immediately and rush over to save them?" Milo asked.

Freya could tell, of course, that Milo was subtly mocking her reckless behavior on the sea last time.

So she pointed to the broken horn wrapped in bandages on her head and said obediently, "I know it hurts, so I'll listen to you this time."

That's true, but she made no attempt to hide the anticipation in her eyes, basically certain of what Milo was about to say.

"Okay, then we need to hurry."

Milo pulled some daggers, crossbows, and other weapons from the corpses of the temple apostles and tossed them to Freya, then asked seriously, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your body?"

"I just can't turn into a dragon for now." Freya patted her chest.

He then immediately began coughing violently.

...

……

So the two of them returned to the village by the same route.

The journey of the night was all for nothing.

When the two of them returned to the village entrance, the captain had already disappeared.

The village was a scene of bloodshed and devastation.

But at least it wasn't as horrific as Milo had imagined.

Because Aunt Shana, who appeared out of nowhere, had buried all those terrifying parts on the spot.

She trembled, her long hair soaked with sweat, her clothes stained with blood and mud, as she buried more than a hundred mutilated corpses in the village all by herself.

…As Milo slowly walked back to the center of the village, Aunt Shana was kneeling in front of the filled-in land, praying softly.

She turned to look at Milo and said something to him in a very strange tone, something she had said before:

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

Aunt Shana's tone didn't sound like she was accusing anyone; she stretched out her arms as if introducing the "people" around her to Milo.

But in reality, there were only collapsed huts and bloodstains all around, and no living creatures.

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No, to be precise, she was looking at Freya when she said that.

When Aunt Shana saw Freya alive and with her face intact, she suddenly became agitated. She began to cry loudly, shouting words like "atonement" and "destiny".

"Poor child..."

"Can you forgive me? Can you?"

"No... a soul already tainted by sin doesn't deserve forgiveness..."

"Yes, it's all fate."

"You are like that, and so are you! These poor, dead creatures are too... No one can escape the arrangements of fate..."

"Even the gods!"

"I said it! Haha... I finally said it..."

"Nightmare! It erodes the soul of every living thing, and even the gods cannot escape it!"

"So the gods were defeated, utterly defeated!"

They were lost in a very, very far place.

"And His servants finally panicked..."

"They began to follow in the footsteps of God, but to no avail, gaining nothing..."

"How could you possibly find it? You can't find it!"

"So the servants also went astray; they were abandoned by God, went mad, and tried to recreate God!"

"Use the blood and flesh of that beast from beyond the stars, cut it open, chop it up! Chew it up! Refine it into an essence, a perfect, immortal essence..."

"Then pour it into the tender bodies of young children, creating blasphemous divine embryos, O Creator..."

"... "

"I'm the executioner, I'm the executioner, hee hee hee..."

"Guess how many Greeks I've chopped up?"

"Ok?"

"I can't remember either, who could remember clearly..."

"……Ha ha…"

"yes……"

Who can remember clearly...

"Woooooooo..."

……

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Aunt Shana's madness this time was much more severe than the one Milo had seen on the ship before; it was no longer just a simple case of her crying and laughing.

This time, she didn't just talk nonsense; she also told the truth.

Some of these are chilling truths.

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Milo sensed that Freya's breathing was a little off, so he looked up at her and asked, "You understood too?"

"She is a member of the Purification Legion."

Freya's expression was complicated.

Milo squinted and muttered something under his breath:
"That's strange... I've been listening to the Riddler's lines for years to hone my listening skills, so how come she can understand them too..."

...

In fact, Milo had already suspected Shana's identity back on the ship.

Her superb surgical skills were far beyond what an ordinary woman could possess, not to mention her clear knowledge of the secrets of the Xiren, the Dragon Oil, Eagle Eye, and many others…

She did indeed save Freya's life as a doctor.

But that doesn't necessarily mean her knife skills were used to save people.

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The above nonsensical riddle can be summarized as follows:

She was the executioner who specialized in "purifying" the hunted Hittites.

"Purification" is actually just a relatively mild way of putting it by the temple. In reality, it's just continuing the method that Aunt Shana used to extract the dragon's grease for Freya that day, or in short, finely chopping it into minced meat.

After being "purified," the flesh and blood would be stored in containers produced by the Ula Xilu temple, whether jars or pots, they were ritual containers for holding rotten, mangled flesh.

The flesh and blood of these dissected Greeks were then subjected to a second refining process.

The essence of this "refined" essence is then injected into the bodies of young children to create a kind of artificial "divine embryo." Those that fail but do not die on the spot and survive as disabled individuals are called "creations." These are the children in the village…

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Aunt Shana has already made it very clear the root cause of this distorted ideology that arose in the Temple of Hooked Finger.

In fact, this was the most shocking thing for Milo.

She actually knew about the fact that the gods were collectively lost in the abyss.

Fortunately, such a secret, coming from the mouth of a madman, has lost its credibility.

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In fact, it is very likely that the Temple of Hook is not the only one doing this kind of thing, because Freya mentioned a group called the "Purification Legion," and Milo knows very well that the Temple of Hook is not the only one that has lost its gods.

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As for what exactly happened to Shana that transformed her from a member of the Purification Legion into the madwoman she is today, from an executioner into a redeemer who saves people, there may be some heavier stories behind it.

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It's ironic, really.

Doesn't the idea of ​​recreating gods sound familiar?
That's how that kid Mei Gao got his position, isn't it?
How come the things that the Sumerians of the previous era had already played with are now being picked up and played with again by the people of the Dream Realm?
Moreover, it's being played by followers of the gods of dreams.

This……

(End of this chapter)