Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 743 Tree and Snake

The Rus' dynasty was only a small city-state.

Just by staying here for two months, Milo could have the princess's bodily fluids spread throughout every corner of the royal city—of course, this is a slightly exaggerated and wicked way of describing it.

But no matter how tender and delicious the body beneath the princess's scholar's robes may be, Milo could never stay in Ross for long.

Don't forget that the purification legion, led by the Temple of Hooked Finger, is still relentlessly tracking us from the north.

Especially after the Ross royal family so easily became Milo's followers, Milo could no longer stay.

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After leaving the Rus' Kingdom, the next stop is the Kingdom of Calcson, the most expansive of the six kingdoms. It is located in the center of this huge peninsula-like landmass, bordering the depths of the continent, with part of its borders adjacent to the Enchanted Forest. Therefore, Calcson is usually the first kingdom that all those who climb the Pans Canyon into the Dreamland will encounter.

However, last time, after Milo left Pans Canyon, he was stopped by the elder among the gods in the Enchanted Forest and did not come into contact with Kalksson.

...

Unlike Hylandris and Loske, which kept people at arm's length, Karksson did not erect towering walls on its borders. The kingdom was divided into many territories, and the noble class, led by lords, usually lived on the highlands of those territories. They built castles on the highlands, while the common people's dwellings were scattered around the noble highlands like bees around a hive. It was a land of mixed races.

Within the Kingdom of Losk, a shrine, a Hooked Finger Temple, and Eagle Eye City were destroyed.

A breach was crushed in the northern wall of the Rus' dynasty, and along with the wall, the noble royal princess, the future Queen of Rus', was also captured.

Hylandris, who was separated from Losk by only a river, escaped unscathed.

Now it's Karlsson's turn to suffer.

...

Princess Rose delivered a crucial message: the shrouded city was located to the south.

Although the source of this information was the Eye of the Golden Law, and Milo had no way of judging its authenticity, he seemed to have no other choice.

It seemed that not only were the Scarlet Witch's footprints guiding him, but even the Eye of Thinking was gradually forming a guiding trend.

"If only I knew where the Temple of the Golden Law was."

Milo has been repeating this phrase frequently during this period.

He didn't trust the will and messages conveyed by the Eye of Thinking, unless he had that thing in his grasp...

...

Meanwhile, deep within the towering structure of the Golden Law Temple, which Milo had always longed for, where vines and holy light intertwined, the temple's knights placed a filthy, broken, and cold body within a cage woven from tree vines.

That is a blade that symbolizes nobility and holiness, the most loyal knight of the law, and His most beloved daughter.

However, this is the second time she has returned to the protection of the law in her cold, lifeless body. Her armor is shattered and burned, her sword is corroded, her flawless body and skin are covered in sores, and broken vertebrae protrude from the flesh of the back of her neck.

When her body was led back to the temple, the eyes of the Blade Guard knights beneath their armor were wet with tears, and the clan and believers were immersed in fear and grief.

For them, it was as if the most sacred and powerful beings in their hearts were being desecrated and slaughtered right before their eyes, and sadness, anger, and shame mingled and intensified within them...

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"No... my poor child..."

"What exactly did he do to you...?"

"Woooo..."

The mournful sobs of the hymn priests echoed between the temple towers.

The mournful cries seemed to possess some kind of magical power, soothing all the wounded souls.

...

Beneath the long corridor, countless believers from various kingdoms and city-states gathered under the golden tree. They poured into the foot of the divine steps, bowing their heads and kneeling on the boundless plain, praying for the holy blade.

Regardless of gender, age, or race, all those who have received the blessings of the Golden Tree now come to the foot of the temple, kneeling at the bottom of the endless steps, offering their most sincere love.

Because in the darkest times, in the years when blood, fire and death were rampant, it was the Golden Law that brought salvation to people.

Throughout history, the sharp edge of the law has led them to dedicate their lives to this world.

In the days when the Golden Tree's divinity was still weak, it was the Blade, generation after generation, who used her longsword to slay and banish all the filth and evil between heaven and earth. The Blade led the not-so-powerful Golden Knights, fighting against the demons of the underworld and battling the malice from the stars during those war-torn years.

Those towering figures, and their tragic end, are forever etched in the souls of their people.

When the Golden Tree Godhood was fully established, ascending to the peak of Mount Kadas and possessing the ability to bestow blessings, it could no longer recall the fallen blades of the past. The bones of the War Gods were already cold and broken. Most of them did not even leave behind their bones and armor, turning into dust along with the malice of the stars.

The sharp blade will always be a source of pain for the people of Gold.

Under the golden shade of the trees, even a toddler who has just learned to speak can recite the names of the blades of laws from past dynasties.

That was the respect they earned with their will and lives in a chaotic world.

The love that the golden people, believers, and their families had nowhere to pour out finally met the sharp edge of a new generation of law in this peaceful era.

Joan Byrne.

She is so perfect, possessing both beauty and strength, inheriting the elegance and resilience of the Blade lineage.

From the moment of his birth, Byrne has carried the love of all living beings under the shade of the tree.

Yet this young blade, so carefully nurtured and cherished, has already been broken twice.

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The will formed by the convergence of multiple races in the entire shaded world.

Their pain and hatred formed an extremely terrifying force.

People cannot accept the fact that a sharp blade has been broken again in a golden age of strong law.

Those who commit this heinous crime will have to bear this endless hatred and rage.

Blessings may save the lives of young blades time and again, but this concerns the dignity of the entire faith community…

With the support of the nation's prayers, the blade will surely return.

But the enraged kin could not bear to wait until that moment. They petitioned the temple for war and vowed to make the sinners pay the price.

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However, everything that happened on the cold plains was too mysterious and unpredictable.

The temple knew why Joan had gone there: for that damned hunter.

Even if the hunter is strong, it is impossible for him to easily kill Blade.

Unless a raven arrives in person...

Therefore, for the time being, the hatred of the people of the Golden Kingdom is directed at the hunter Monquia.

Until suddenly, a distinguished guest came to visit.

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The man came from the gravel desert. He left his servants outside the temple and, after receiving permission, entered the Temple of the Golden Law alone.

The attendants remaining outside the temple were not human. They generally had thick, long necks, long tails, and bodies covered in rough, crocodile-like scales. The two leading attendants had the heads of a giant python and a venomous snake, respectively, and both carried long, halberd-like weapons on their backs, their tongues flicking in and out of their mouths.

All the servants in this group had very distinct snake-man appearances, except for their master.

He was a tall, handsome man with long hair, wearing a desert-style robe and a turban wrapped around his head.

His skeleton is no different from that of a human.

But the snake-like eyes, more exquisite and expressive than amber, hidden in their deep-set sockets, proved that he, like the attendants behind him, was a snake-man. This handsome man showed the Golden Law and the Golden Tree the utmost respect.

He even performed the prostration of the golden people at the highest level of the temple's long staircase.

Then, guided by the chorus sisters, they met the elders of the Temple of Law.

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Inside the magnificent hall, among the hundreds of stone pillars standing on either side, sat the founders of the Golden Law Era. They were the first to follow the Golden Tree and are now the most senior.

The snake-man man arrived at the center of the main hall's corridor. Although from this angle he couldn't even clearly see the faces of the high-ranking elders, he remained calm and composed. As he introduced himself, he shook the contents of a leather bag he was carrying onto the carpet in front of him:

"Gravel Desert, the new king of Onai, son of Ig..."

"Woti Iger".

"I brought some gifts for all my friends who live under the golden tree."

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What fell out of the leather bag were human eyeballs, some mutilated, some intact, and some already beginning to rot; the stench of decay quickly filled the hall.

However, the elders under the golden tree showed no surprise, calmly waiting for the Son of Ig to continue.

Woti Iger was also quick to act.

He lightly touched the eyeball closest to him with the toe of his boot and said calmly:
"Woti has only one purpose in coming here. The Serpent People want me to avenge my worthless brother. My poor brother, poor Hughes, the immense humiliation he suffered in the Cold Plains, I will repay you in full..."

When Hughes Iger was mentioned, who was cut in half at the waist by Milo on the Cold Plains, Woti, as the elder brother, only expressed a slight "sadness" in his words. His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and his deep snake-like eyes were as still as water.

"Then I thought of the friends of the golden tree, and that beautiful blade."

“I have also heard about the fate of the blade of the law, and I feel your pain as well.”

"so……"

“I’ve found the scavengers who participated in the Cold Plains Hunt,” Woti said, gesturing towards a pile of eyeballs on the carpet in front of him.

“I dug out everything they had ever seen.”

"And guess what I discovered?"

He spoke leisurely, slowly reaching out to pull out the portrait of the gloomy man that was now causing a stir in the northwestern seas from under his robe.

This should be the first Milo portrait to travel across the ocean to the Golden Tree.

As soon as those familiar facial features were exposed to the air, the portrait moved without wind, flying from Woti Ig's hand and drifting towards the direction where the temple elders were located.

Then, the elders, who had maintained their aloofness and refused to speak from beginning to end, finally began to utter sounds of surprise or low murmurs after seeing the portrait.

"It's him……"

"They're still alive..."

...

Woti Iger seemed to have anticipated this.

He slowly extended his finger and picked out some fragmented memories from the pile of rotting eyeballs in front of him.

Just as he said, this pile of eyeballs belonged to the scavenging spirit-seekers who appeared on the Cold Plains that day, and the memories that were picked out showed Milo, Freya the Sylph, and the hunter Monquia...

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This portrait is now circulating in the northern seas of Serellin and is related to a series of recent events in the six kingdoms, which are being investigated by the Temple of the Hook and the Purification Legion.

Thanks to Woti's actions, the culprit behind the Lengyuan incident has finally come to light.

There's no need for the son of Ig to elaborate further; all the resentment and anger that the Golden Law Temple has been accumulating recently has found an outlet.

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"This news is very valuable."

"What reward do you desire, Son of Ig?"

The elders of the Golden Law Temple questioned Vorti Ig.

The latter, however, shook his head and refused quite directly:
"As I said, the purpose of this trip is to seek justice for my good-for-nothing brother, and the people living under the golden tree are all my friends. It's too early to talk about repayment now."

"So?" came the elders' voices slowly.

At this moment, a wicked smile finally appeared on Woti Iger's face:

“Woti will travel to the borders of the six kingdoms. After I have chewed up and swallowed that soul that committed a grave crime, I hope that the beautiful blade of law, after awakening, will become an honored guest of the snake people and become…my queen.”

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"..."

The vast temple remained silent for several seconds.

Then an old man's voice slowly responded:
"I thought you were a bit smarter than your younger brother..."

The contempt in his words was crystal clear.

However, Woti Iger didn't take it seriously.

He clearly came prepared.

The temple elders compared him to his half-brother Hughes, but Watty wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he directly took up the conversation:
"Hughes has the protection of the Allfathers, he will soon be free from the shadow of death... I wonder when the Great Blade will awaken?"

"As far as I know, blessings in this world are no longer as pure as they used to be; it's hard to bring the dead back to life, isn't it?"

Can the blade of the law truly return?

"I mean, if, if the blade were lost, wouldn't the golden people under this tree be devastated... or rather, would their faith collapse?"

"In that case, it would be a serious blow to the Golden Law Temple, wouldn't it?"

"Everyone, the regenerative power of the Serpent People is never limited by blessings. This is our talent. As long as you unite with our race, you can enjoy countless transformations and rebirths."

"The only difference is... that I'll grow some snake-like features after being reborn, but I think that whether it's snake eyes or a snake tongue, it will only make the blade of law even more alluring than before, won't it?"

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"Watch your words, son of Ig." A cold warning came from the temple.

However, Woti was not afraid at all.

"I have already presented my sincerity and suggestions. The remaining pros and cons are up to you to carefully consider upon yourselves."

"Believe me, even an existence like the Golden Law Temple cannot lose its foundation of faith at the bottom."

"When I bring the heads of sinners here, I hope that you will all be overjoyed to make the blade my queen."

"Finally, here are my father's exact words..."

"The snake and the tree are inseparable."

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Woti Ig bowed again in the temple, then left the temple with an air of nonchalance.

The hall was left with a silent old man.