Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 752 Confrontation
Regardless, the sight of hundreds of cats showing puzzled expressions at the same time is still quite spectacular.

As for Milo, countless possibilities flashed through his mind at that moment.

But what remains etched is the image of that guy being pierced and obliterated by the mask's spear.

...

He looked in the direction from which the loud noise came.

"Which direction is that?"

“Salubu,” Arthur replied.

“I think I might have to make a trip to Salub first,” Milo nodded.

"Are you going to destroy that place?" Arthur's eyes lit up.

Milo looked up at the pure white cat perched on Freya's shoulder and asked, "Who gave you this impression that I'm capable of wiping out a city at the drop of a hat?"

Without hesitation, the cat raised its paw and pointed at Milo: "You are here."

“Alright, but there’s no need to destroy the city. The royal guards of Salub have already been wiped out by the snake people, and all that’s left in the royal highland castle are the imprisoned bastards.” Milo waved his hand.

The task of destroying the city had already been taken care of by Woti Ig.

"Why keep royal offspring?" the cat asked.

“To release lust.” Milo shrugged.

"Oh~" the cat suddenly realized.

...

The next arrangements are naturally up to Milo.

His plan was simple: he would go to Salub alone, while Arthur and the rest of the cat army would return to Ussa to wait, and Freya would go with them.

It was clear that Freya was very unhappy with this decision, but that was all she could do. She knew that without being able to transform into a dragon, she would only be a burden to Milo. So, without saying a word, she tossed the bag of cheese to Milo and said, "Eat sparingly."

"I know." (Takes out a piece and puts it in her mouth)
...

……

Salub Highland Castle, now all that's left is the highland.

Because the castle is no longer in good condition.

Large sections of the high walls collapsed, falling onto the cliffs surrounding the highlands. Fires raged on the ruins, and the entire city-state of Salub was filled with the stench of blood and burning feathers.

However, there were no cries or screams, because the mixed-race settlements under the Salub Plateau had already fled in all directions with their families, while the royal family was almost completely wiped out. Perhaps a few royal descendants who were not crushed to death or... died in the daytime survived under the ruins.

...

"Why get so angry just because I asked for directions? If you don't know, just say you don't know."

The boy of unknown origin, while reciting the names of the dishes, slaughtered all the servants and guards around the eldest prince of the snake people.

It's easy to see from the various unrelated words that came out of that guy's mouth that those things were shouted out purely subconsciously, or to put it simply, without any thought.

And he probably even thinks he looks cool like that.

In fact, anyone from a sober world who heard these words coming out of the boy's mouth would subconsciously think he was an idiot.

However, for Prince Woti Iger, who lived in a world without "strawberry chocolate" and "cream sandwiches," these phrases were undoubtedly some kind of powerful magic spell.

As a serpent-man born before the War of the Stars, Voti Igor believed he possessed a wealth of forbidden knowledge, yet he couldn't comprehend the workings of that "cream sandwich" at all...

Could it be a curse?
Since the fight began, this human's mouth has never stopped, but the incantations are not entirely related to his actual actions. For example, when he was shouting something about "rubber lock golden ring," his body was rolling and crawling on the ground to avoid snake venom.

Yes, it must be some kind of curse that requires long and continuous chanting to cast!
I need to be careful...

...

The above describes Woti Iger's mental state over the past thirty minutes.

The key point is "fear of the unknown".

He couldn't see the intensity of the human boy's spiritual vision, nor could he sense any power inherited from the divine bloodline. All he received were those strange moves with tricky angles and specifically designed for the lower body, and an endless stream of "strange incantations".

Throughout his long journey of growth, Woti Iger has never fought as timidly as he did today.

All of this can only be attributed to the extreme scarcity of resources in the eerie underground snake den.

He'd never even seen chocolate before, how could he possibly know what that ring was...?

...

……

As for the boy of unknown origin...

Aside from the string of incoherent ramblings he spouted, his speed, strength, and reflexes were all almost superhuman.

It should be noted that humans are almost the most physically vulnerable race in the Dream Realm, but in the past half hour, Woti Ig has not been able to break through the boy's defenses, and he has not even been able to leave a single scratch on the boy's body.

The boy with disheveled hair, his clothes were tattered, and he had even lost one shoe, yet he stood calmly amidst the flames-scorched ruins, his hands in his pockets. And because the left pocket of his pants was also torn, his left hand was merely symbolically placed on his thigh.

But regardless, this doesn't affect his visual perception, provided he's looking from a distance...

He was covered in black ash and was filthy, but he was completely unharmed.

As a result, Wotti Iger broke down.

He had no idea how he had attracted such a jinx.

The boy's fighting movements all looked strange. At first, he clenched his fists and placed them near his chin, moving by jumping back and forth. But this strange move only lasted for ten minutes. At some point, he let himself go and made all sorts of stupid and bad moves. During the fight, he would grab whatever he could and throw it at Woti Iger's groin.

Candlesticks, table legs, sculptures, bricks, and even hybrid skulls.

The movements were extremely fierce and ruthless, much like a street brawl, yet each strike was incredibly lethal. In short, there was no skill involved; it was all about numbers.

Woti Iger had dealt with this type of "plain and unpretentious" enemy before, but he had never seen such a high degree of underhanded tactics before.

…After nearly being struck in the groin by a heavy object from the other party countless times, Woti Iger decided to stop being human.

He completely abandoned his human form, or more precisely, his lower body, transforming into a snake covered in dark scales.

As is well known, snakes do not have their penises hanging out and dangling like most other animals, even when not in use; they hide them inside their bodies.

This can also be considered a counter to the boy's strategy of focusing on attacking the lower body.

Unlike the half-snake human form of the servant serpent python, which has both limbs and a snake tail, Woti Ig transformed his entire lower body into a giant snake body tens of meters long.

He was the offspring of Ig, the father of the serpents, and the Old God, and was certainly different from other mixed-race individuals of lowly blood.

...

"So you're resorting to taking your pants down just because you can't win a fight?"

When the boy saw Woti Ig transform, he only gave a perfunctory expression of surprise.

Then he bent down and pulled two heavy bricks out of the rubble, muttering to himself:

"If you were a female snake, that would be one thing..."

...

The giant snake's body came crashing down.

Enveloped in a thick, corrosive fog filled with potent toxins, and even containing various elements such as ice crystals or lightning, it pressed down on the boy like a storm.

It is not hard to see that the royal castle of Salub was not destroyed by the boy; at least 80% of the credit should go to Woti Ig.

The blood of the ancient serpent and the old gods began to unleash its unique and terrifying properties.

The suffocating sense of oppression almost distorted the light.

...

The powerful blow from Wotti Iger crushed half of the high ground.

Note that it's not half of the castle, but rather the massive hill that forms the foundation of the castle, rising over a hundred meters high from the flat ground, which was half crushed.

The roar continued, and the sound of boulders breaking and shattering was terrifying.

But the human boy could not be seen in the raging storm.

Perhaps it was crushed?

...

Woti Ig's massive figure stopped at the edge of the crumbling castle, gazing at the precipice before him.

Suddenly, he detected some unpleasant odor particles in the air.

The next instant, he was hit on the back of the head with a brick.

The powder and debris from the shattered bricks hadn't even hit the ground yet.

An even more intense and severe pain then came from below the abdomen.

That kid…

He doesn't even spare those who are hiding!
...

"whee…"

Bang! ! !
In a fit of rage, Woti Iger grabbed the boy's head and forcefully crushed the entire castle from ruins into smaller, more uniform pebbles.

Keep in mind that in his half-snake form, Woti Ig's arm alone was thicker than the boy's waist.

Now that the boy is being held back, he's probably going to suffer...

But then, the battle took a strange turn, gradually shifting from a one-sided massacre to a more evenly matched exchange of blows.

And amidst the roar, a series of strange, incomprehensible terms would occasionally ring out.

...

Loud clanging and banging noises echoed continuously from the high ground.

Large amounts of building debris and boulders rolled down the almost vertical cliffs of the hills.

...

A storm began to gather on the highlands.

Right above the ruins of Salub Castle, a tornado began to wreak havoc.

Previously, the royal descendants of Salub who were hiding in the prison beneath the castle ruins and trying to escape in the chaos were swept into the air by the gale, their weak wings powerless against the strong winds that carried all sorts of huge boulders.

At this point, the battle has probably entered some kind of intermission.

Both sides showed a rare restraint.

The main reason is that there are not many usable bricks left on the site.

Meanwhile, Woti Ig was busy "plucking" the royal mixed-race offspring that had been abducted by the storm from the air, stuffing them into his mouth to chew and swallow.

Greed seems to be one of the snake's inherent traits.

...

The boy's clothes were now completely tattered.

But he still maintained the posture of having his hands in his pockets.

It's like this: with your hands placed on either side of your thighs...

……

(End of this chapter)