Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 744 The Hybrid Nation
"Ah, a snake!!!"

A piercing scream echoed from the woods leading from Ross to Karkson.

But it wasn't a feeling of fear, but rather a feeling of surprise.

"So cute~~"

...

In the jungle, Freya gently plucked a small snake covered in bright orange-red scales from a tree branch and placed it in her palm.

The small snake was probably some kind of tree viper. Its appearance was exquisite, with a beautiful body that looked like a sculpture made from some kind of crystal mineral. Its triangular head had clear, transparent eyes like gemstones.

Wait, a triangle...

"This should be poisonous, right?"

Before Milo could finish speaking, the red tree viper bit Freya's wrist.

Freya watched as the delicate little tree viper squeezed its venom glands to inject venom into itself.

“I think so.”

After saying that, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed.

The little tree viper simply fell into the grass and disappeared.

...

There's not much to worry about Freya. Even the venom of the Cold Spider can't kill her, and those few milliliters of tree viper venom will at most make her take a nap.

As expected, Freya, who had fallen down, soon began to breathe evenly and calmly.

This is the "unreasonable physique" bestowed upon the Xiren by the bloodline of the ancient dragons. If it were any other race, they would have died countless times by the time they came all the way from the Cold Plains.

Milo looked thoughtfully at Freya's gradually turning pale face:
"I guess we'll have to eat poisoned cheese for the next few days."

...

Currently, he and Freya are roughly halfway between Ross and Karkson in a straight line. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Milo deliberately bypassed the main road and chose to travel through the woods, which is in the middle of nowhere.

Ahead, to the south, lie Karkson and Salub, both belonging to one of the six great kingdoms.

Unlike Hylandris and Losko along the northern coast, the Karkson and Salub regions in the central woodlands are countries dominated by mixed species.

It's the same kind of creature that Milo had seen at the Ula Hiru Temple.

Strictly speaking, hybrids cannot be considered a specific race, because they are deformed offspring of different species, and the traits within a population are almost infinitely diverse and bizarre.

They are like the product of a hybrid union of all the members of the dreamlike creature list, a mixture of wisdom and savagery, birds and beasts, superiors and inferiors…

This almost twisted and sordid form of intercourse has produced a predominantly intellectually deficient, savage, and short-lived race.

This is the relationship between the raven and his son who died in the Blood Moon War.

In fact, having a mantis-like body and a head full of eyeballs is not considered unusual among mixed races. There are many "humans" who are even more evil and deformed. The Raven's Child is only the first generation of mixed races, while the mixed races in the Dreamland have reproduced and changed countless times. In some of the descendants of this race, even gender has become a vague concept because their genes have become chaotic. Constant mating and iteration have completely disrupted the innate order of life.

"Intelligent races unleashed their dark side, mating with beasts to produce the first generation of hybrids, and then, in turn, branded hybrids as sinful and filthy."

...

Milo's little-known facts about the hybrids of Karksson and Salub naturally came from the princess of the scholar city-state.

God knows what kind of academic exchanges they had that night...

Even after such in-depth discussions, Milo still hadn't fully resolved all his inner questions, such as:

"So there is no reproductive isolation?"

Another example:
"Then, would the offspring I have with a human be considered a hybrid...?"

Milo didn't have the heart of a raven to raise a son with hundreds of eyes...

...

Freya had no idea how long she would sleep. They were still quite a distance from Karkson or Salub, and this was only a small coastal peninsula on the very edge of the western continent. Several city-states lay between them and the southern coast; Derasrien was far beyond their reach, not to mention that gloomy little town on the southern islands across the ocean…

It's so far away...

Fortunately, he had a simple-minded ancient dragon by his side.

Since their whereabouts had already been exposed, they could have simply gone all out and let Freya take off and head south. However, the injuries caused by the dragon oil had not fully healed, so Milo and Freya had to wait patiently.

But the southward march cannot stop.

Thus, a scene unfolded in the jungle: a "petite" human male carried a tall, slender, silver-haired Himan on his back, his other hand clutching a map of the six kingdoms he'd smuggled from Princess Rose, studying their next route. For the next few days and nights, no one ambushed them, and Milo even felt he'd overestimated the Hooked Finger Temple and the Purification Legion's hatred for the Himan.

Freya woke up early the next morning; the deadly toxin only served as a sleeping pill for a Greek who had awakened her ancient bloodline.

Over the next few days, Freya tried to transform into her dragon form every day, but failed each time. Several times her wings popped out, but she couldn't hold on for long before they retracted.

Milo couldn't keep up for a while, but now it's her turn to feel powerless. According to her own assessment, it will probably take another ten days to half a month for her to fully recover.

"I don't feel any pain anywhere else, but this place still hurts a lot," Freya would say pitifully, pointing to the broken horn on her head each time.

Especially at night, she couldn't even fall asleep without a gentle fire.

...

Therefore, the rest of the journey could only be undertaken on foot. The two studied the map for a while and finally devised a route that would avoid the clusters of Kalksun and Salub, passing between the two major city-states.

The main reason is that Freya is afraid of dogs.

Milo thought she was joking before, but he didn't expect that Gu Long was really afraid of dogs.

The most filthy and inferior class among the hybrids consisted of all sorts of canine hybrids; in fact, on the map of the six kingdoms provided by Princess Rose, the locations of Salub and Kalkson were marked with a dog's head.

It's quite puzzling that those in positions of power are prone to harboring evil thoughts towards canines when their animalistic instincts are overwhelmed.

If we look at it this way, then perhaps the legendary story of the dog that killed the offspring of an Outer God outside the University of Michigan library can be considered a form of self-defense in some sense.

In short, to accommodate people who are afraid of dogs, the final route was to go directly through the woodland between Karlsson and Salub.

This decision finally yielded a troublesome result after about a week of traveling south.

The two mixed-race city-states of Karkson and Salub happened to clash along this border, which quickly escalated into a large-scale battle.

Yes, the mixed-race people of the two city-states are fighting.

Moreover, the fighting is quite intense, and it has already entered war mode.

Logically speaking, since they are all mixed races, no one has the right to criticize the other. But if that were the case, the same race wouldn't be divided into two independent city-states.

In reality, a mere glance at the members of both sides in the battle is enough to clearly see the enormous differences between these two mixed-race groups.

The hybrid individuals in the Kalksson region tend to be more mammals, mostly primates, ungulates, or the dogs Freya fears, or even insect-like arthropods—in short, a race that walks on land.

On the other side of Salub, all the "people" have wings, whether fleshy or feathered. When they fight, a bunch of bizarre bird-men swarm up from all directions.

The ability to fly and the inability to fly became the biggest difference between the members of the two city-states.

As for the diligent pottery hybrids that Milo saw at the Ula Xilu Temple, they did not belong to the two major camps in the fierce battle before them, because they had fleshy wings on their backs, but those were only palm-sized, degenerate fleshy wings that could not support flight at all.

It is conceivable that these hybrids, who could neither fly nor belong to the beast race, would not be accepted in any hybrid city-state, so they could only flee to Losk and serve the Purification Legion to make a living.

……

However, don't imagine the hybrid war as a scene of wild beasts fighting. A race that can occupy two of the six kingdoms cannot be an unintelligent group. Savage and filthy are just stereotypes that other races in the Dreamland have about hybrids based on their species origin. In fact, the level of civilization within the hybrid race is not low. Their mastery and application of knowledge are fully demonstrated in this battle.

For example, the large firearms with extremely high lethality and accuracy in the medieval setting, as well as other tools for conquering cities and seizing territory, and the fact that both sides made very good use of the terrain in the battle, which was not the kind of primitive creatures tearing each other apart and devouring each other.

Furthermore, both sides seem to have a strong sense of contempt and rejection towards local bloodlines.

Because Milo witnessed on the battlefield highly religious acts such as the Karkson hybrids cutting off and hanging up the wings of captured Salub hybrid soldiers, or the Salubs draining the blood of Karkson prisoners.

……

"The bad news is that the road ahead has been completely blocked by the two sides' lines."

"The good news is that those mixed-breed soldiers with dog heads seem to be the lowest-ranking cannon fodder soldiers of the Karlsson side, and they've almost all been sent away."

Milo and Freya, lying on a distant hilltop, quietly watched this mixed-race war with its unknown origins.

Freya was skeptical.

Meanwhile, Milo was munching on the leftover poisoned cheese from a few days ago, carefully studying the map in his hand, trying to find a new route to take.

"I have a bad feeling."

Freya was hidden by the branches and leaves of the dense forest, with only her eyes and the top of her head visible.

"Stop, don't continue." Milo had already anticipated Freya's tendency to jinx things, so he stopped her from speaking.

...

But at this very moment, a handsome, long-haired man wrapped in a heavy turban had quietly arrived at the rear of the hybrid battlefield.

(End of this chapter)