Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 738 A Vicious Curse

News of humans who wield evil flames and ancient dragons in the Zulu River basin spread like wildfire.

The news spread not only between the kingdoms of Losk and Hylandris, but almost overnight, all six kingdoms learned of it. From north to south, the news traveled upstream along the Zulu River to "Ross", "Kalkson", "Salub", "Hatig", and finally to the world-famous port city of Derasrien at the southernmost tip.

Do you think that's all there is to the western continent?
No, no, no. Looking at the map, the landmass encompassing the six kingdoms, which is surrounded by water on three sides, is merely a protruding piece of land on the continental coastline, which can be understood as a giant peninsula.

De Lasrien is located on the southern shore of the peninsula, while the Zulu River basin is located on the corresponding northern shore.

While news of dragons and fire was spreading like wildfire throughout the Zuluo River basin, things were also quite lively in the city of Derasrien.

Recently, a crazy person has appeared and turned this place upside down.

First, the fleet of the Temple of the Golden Law was inexplicably intercepted before entering the port, and all nine ships' supplies sank to the bottom of the water. Then the murderer began to replicate the same method on the fleets of all other temples. No temple, large or small, whether or not it had a Visionary apostle escorting it, was spared.

Moreover, it's said that the madman has recently set his sights on the core of the city tower that keeps Derasrian City running...

In any case, the city, which is said to be the largest trading port in history, has been in chaos for nearly a month.

In an instant, the land where the six kingdoms were located seemed to have fallen simultaneously from both above and below.

……

puff...

puff--

puff...

The upper reaches of the Zulo River, Mount Hitchök.

In the dim night, sparks kept appearing in the air but quickly went out.

That was Milo rubbing his fingers together, trying repeatedly.

But no matter how he changed his technique, he could only manage to produce a few scattered sparks, which left him somewhat puzzled and frustrated.

"It's okay, you're probably just tired, it's alright, it's alright."

Freya, who was sitting to the side with her knees drawn up, offered a soft word of comfort.

"Don't you think that sounds weird?" Milo asked, spreading his hands in the darkness.

"What's strange about it?" Freya clearly didn't understand.

"..."

...

Three days have passed since the events at the Ula Xilu Temple and Eagle Eye City.

It was probably after that that Milo began to find that he couldn't draw out the gentler side of the fire of sin.

Just like now, no matter how much you rub it, you can only get some scattered sparks.

It wasn't a serious problem to begin with, but Freya's words of comfort made it seem like a very serious one.

The good news is that the flames only become weak at night when Freya is sleeping. To be precise, only the gentle flames fail, while the black flames remain fierce. In the past few days, the Purification Legion and the apostles of the Hooked Finger Temple have been chasing after them, but without exception, they have all become sources of nourishment for the sinful flames.

Even now, Milo doesn't know what kind of firewood the Gentle Fire uses.

Black flames, the cruel and annihilating aspect of the fire of sin, are fueled by fear, but the gentle side of fire is clearly not the same as black flames.

In short, it's no longer viable.

...

"I do not believe."

Sometimes even CCDs can get stuck on minor details.

Moreover, Milo is currently just a human being who is close to an ordinary soul.

So he angrily rubbed the flames, completely disregarding the feelings of the gentle fire, determined to summon it.

Inside the cave at night, sparks flew everywhere with a crackling sound.

In the end, it was still completely dark.

The two could only see a faint glow reflected in each other's eyes in the darkness...

...

"Well, it's all over."

Finally, Milo obediently took out a flint and steel and lit the few pieces of firewood on the ground.

"Due to limited resources, we will only be able to use this kind of ordinary fire from now on."

"It's alright, it's alright, as long as it provides light, that's fine." Freya didn't have such high expectations.

But indeed, an ordinary flame can hardly withstand the chill of the night outside, so how could it possibly soothe the soul like a gentle fire?

So she stared wide-eyed at the campfire for a long time, her eyes still wide open. She couldn't say she wasn't sleepy, but she was certainly full of energy.

For a long time, the two of them stared silently at the not-so-fiery fire in front of them.

Until one point, Freya suddenly spoke up and asked:
"Why did you turn back to save me? Back in Lengyuan."

“Because I found that your cheese is very effective at healing wounds,” Milo said, offering a completely unsympathetic answer. But Freya seemed quite satisfied with this response.

She said, "Others have discovered this before, but they only ever thought about killing me and taking my things."

"Actually, there's something I don't understand. You have such powerful ancient dragon bloodlines, so why are you still being persecuted and hunted down like that? What I mean is, if all the ancient dragons were to come out together, no temple could withstand it, right?"

But after saying that, Milo realized he had been making a mistake.

After all, not everyone knows the truth that the gods have lost their way, just like him.

...

Freya widened her eyes and said, "Not all Greeks can transform into dragons; only a very, very few can."

"Oh, no wonder," Milo exclaimed in realization.

If we calculate it that way, the ordinary Higanbana are nothing more than a group of humans who are slightly larger. The ancient dragon blood remaining in their blood becomes a sin when applied to their frail limbs.

...

“The bloodline of the ancient dragons is solitary; that’s what our ancestors always taught us. Outsiders are all filled with malice,” Freya said.

“It seems your ancestors’ education wasn’t very successful.” Milo glanced at Freya, resting his chin on his hand. “I mean, you didn’t seem to be on guard at all when we first met.”

"I... uh, I forgot for a moment... I mean, it turns out my feeling was right, you saved me so many times later." Freya stammered, her thought process unable to come up with a decent reason in a short time.

So they had to quickly change the subject.

"So you're going to find that...city shrouded in darkness?" Freya asked Milo, staring at the campfire.

“I don’t know.” Milo scratched his head with a wry smile. “To be precise, it’s more about finding talent.”

"people?"

“Many people, well, not many, but they are very important to me,” Milo said, staring blankly at the firelight.

"Can I come with you? Having a flying dragon might make it easier to find that city. Oh no, that might just cause you more trouble..." Freya scratched her head and laughed awkwardly.

"Didn't we say we were going to some northern continent?" Milo suddenly remembered what Freya had said about their mission.

"Aww, yes, yes." Freya nodded. "I forgot my mission again. No wonder the elders always say that the awakening of the ancient dragon bloodline in me is a huge regret. Sigh~"

"But didn't you say before that I should kill the Spider God of the North Continent as a way of repaying your life-saving grace?" Milo suddenly asked.

"Oh, I was just kidding." Freya waved her hands repeatedly. "This is a mission that no one in the Xiren race has been able to accomplish in thousands of years. I was just joking at the time."

But Milo didn't seem to be joking: "No, what will I do if you fly there first? I don't know where the North Continent is, and besides, my elders said that if a human breaks their oath, they will shrink by ten centimeters."

"That's serious! How many centimeters do you have left? Will it affect your ability to reproduce?" Freya's mother actually believed it.

But Milo never expected that "only a few centimeters left".

"Uh...it should have an impact."

"What should I do... Oh no, I said something wrong again, mentioning the Spider God, really, I'm so sorry, my little darling, I really didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't know you humans had such a curse..." Freya was filled with regret.

"No, I haven't broken my vow yet, so I'm still the normal size cute, I haven't shrunk into a smaller cute." Milo's expression was blank.

"That's good, that's good, but how can you possibly kill the Spider God? You'll just get shorter anyway." Freya frowned, then suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Oh, I know! You can have sex with other people like crazy before you get shorter, that way you can leave behind your own offspring, right?"

“Is it possible that humans don’t have such an urgent need to reproduce?” Milo patiently explained.

“Oh, right.” Freya then realized that she had been assuming that humans were thinking like the endangered Hiyans: “So it’s more about enjoying the pleasure of intercourse, right?”

“Yes, if it were ten centimeters shorter, there might not be any pleasure.” Milo nodded.

"That's very serious!" Freya's expression turned serious.

"Yes, that's right."

"So what should we do?"

"Then we'll have to go and kill the Spider God."

"It seems like this is the only way."

...

(Spider God: Damn it!)
...

……

Over the next few days, Milo and Freya continued their journey south upstream along the Zulu River.

For those ten centimeters that would determine their pleasure, the two finally reached a consensus: they would not separate for the time being and would travel together until they found the city that Milo was looking for.

Do you remember what Joan Byrne, the Edge of Law, said?

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"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..."

Although Milo always questioned the Eye of Thought's intentions, he had to verify the authenticity of the messages it sent him, because if those weary souls from the conscious world had truly entered the Dream Realm, then the only thing that could bring everyone together again was that city from their memories...

Therefore, he needs Freya's dragon wings.

(End of this chapter)