Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 754 The Desire to Be Done
"You have a very familiar scent."

The human boy on the ruins of Salub sniffed the blood on his fist.

"I think I've killed some people who look a bit like you before..."

...

During the period when the Eye of Thinking signal of the Golden Kingdom was cut off and vision was lost, the body of the black serpent Woti Igna had been smashed to pieces, revealing large areas of hideous flesh beneath its black scales. Its size had also shrunk considerably, leaving it only about ten meters long.

Woti Iger has descended into rage.

His inner self was even more out of control than it appeared, or rather, there were signs of him on the verge of collapse.

This was the first major conflict he had launched since leaving the Snake Cave, and he never expected to be forced into this situation.

What he found most unacceptable was that the other person was just a human being he had never looked up to.

...

"Those were his old father's illegitimate sons, the kind with wings, remember?"

A familiar voice came from the smoke behind the boy.

Then a person's silhouette appears.

...

Speaking of which, the two who met again after experiencing a life-and-death separation were actually a bit younger than before, but the gray-haired boy was still much younger, at least Milo was still an adult.

"How come you're not dead?"

"I knew you weren't dead."

The two of them said the two sentences almost at the same time.

They were both people who had died twice.

Neither the Blood Moon in the lucid world nor the tombstone dream created by Azati could survive.

Milo clashed with the gods just as he and Emma had planned.

As the man who was stabbed to death twice by the masked figure, Yan had finally achieved his ideal way of dying—by the hands of a woman. (The masked figure was that of a young girl, at least outwardly.)
...

Of course, now is not the right time to reminisce.

Otherwise, Woti Iger would be extremely worried.

He suddenly roared to the sky with great passion, and then hot blood, like magma, began to seep from the wounds on his body where the scales had been shattered. Then his head split in two, each half transforming into a truly snake head in an extremely distorted form.

Immediately afterwards, Woti stuffed his left and right hands into the gaping maws of the two snake heads, deeply inserting them into the throats and groping around. Then he pulled out two small purple snakes from each of the two snake heads from the abdominal cavity.

The little snake struggled in terror to escape, but Woti held its tail tightly and turned to bite his wrist. The bite turned it to stone, turning it into two long-handled heavy rapiers in its left and right hands.

...

"He is..."

Yan Suan has seen many grand occasions.

But the time-consuming cutscenes were still novel to him, and he turned to look at Milo.

Milo shrugged: "Maybe they've abandoned the red tape."

"Why is he using a snake as a weapon?" Yan winked and looked as if he was pondering a profound and perplexing question, finally arriving at an uncertain conclusion: "Is this considered a cold weapon?"

Milo, his eyelids half-closed, didn't bother to respond to the utterly lame joke. He turned and walked towards the other side, where flames and smoke swirled, turning back to say as he went:
"Then why don't you try playing with melee weapons with him first, so you don't kill yourself this time."

A familiar, sinister smile appeared on Yan's slightly immature face as he turned his back and extended an invitation to Milo behind him:
"How about a high-octane combo attack...?"

"No."

I was promptly rejected.

...

Milo walked out of the flames and smoke with his back to Yan.

After taking a deep breath, he pinched his thigh hard, and the smile he couldn't hold back finally squeezed out from between his eyebrows.

Hehehehe…

"That's a great start, very good..."

He almost doubled over laughing, holding his knees as he let out a series of breathless laughs.

In the end, it was no longer a series of "hehehe" sounds, but rather a pure "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound of airflow, which looked somewhat eerie and frightening.

Few know what Milo really sacrificed to reverse the tragic fate of the Blood Moon.

If all his efforts are ultimately rewarded with nothing more than a vague "they had a problem entering the dream world," that is something Milo will never be able to accept.

In that case, no one will ever know what he sacrificed...

Fortunately, Yan's appearance revitalized his previously lifeless spirit.

Since even the most thoroughly dead bastard has returned, others can too.

Milo laughed for quite a while before he calmed down.

He gasped for breath, slowly abandoning his carefree grin, the sinful black flames in his eyes almost bursting forth, his former gloom and tyranny finally returning.

When I looked up again, what I saw was...

"First, we'll kill all of you who are in the way, then we'll find the lost people one by one."

at this time.

Outside the ruins of the Salub Highlands, golden oath spell runes are imprinted in the gray sky.

Beneath the oath in the form of a golden tree, a swordsman from the distant Temple of Golden Law had been waiting for a long time. Points of light, more dazzling than the stars, continuously fell upon the man's shoulders, and as time passed, his aura continued to rise towards its peak.

The oath spell in the shape of a golden tree that enveloped him was enough to determine his origins.

However, the temple, which has the closest relationship with Milo, always manages to provide him with surprises. This is because the identities of the pursuers from the temple are all different. In the past, Milo has met the Oath of the Golden Tree Knights, the Blade of Law, the Black Knife Assassins, and even the Golden Tree itself.

And now a completely new one has emerged.

The person before him was not clad in armor like Joan Byrne, nor did he possess the tall, lean physique of Blackblade, nor did he seem to have the unique sense of oppression that the old men under the golden tree possessed.

He was just an ordinary-looking young man.

His features are approachable, and he always seems to have a faint smile on his lips, yet there is always a sense of sadness and an undeniable scholarly air about him.

...

Milo had probably gotten used to the rhythm of life where all sorts of people came to him seeking his help, so he didn't bother to ask who they were.

The young man opposite, however, remained silent for a long time before speaking first:
"The teacher said there was nothing I could do, but I still want to try, even if you are the shadow of the past, even if it will deepen the karmic entanglement between the Golden Lineage and you."

That calm tone actually carried a hint of subtle self-doubt and self-encouragement.

Judging from his tone, he was very knowledgeable about the entanglement between Milo and the Golden Law Temple.

But Milo had no intention of delving deeper into anything with this inexplicably socially awkward kid.

My entanglement with the Golden Tree is too complex to be fully explained. Did it begin with the battle in the Land of the Unseen? No, it began from the very beginning, from the dismemberment of Robben, from the moment Daisy's eyes were gouged out.

Perhaps the eye of thought had already foreseen all of this.

Perhaps the raven saw it too.

Who knows? At this point, it's impossible to recount the past clearly anymore. Facing challenges head-on is the most direct and effective option for Milo.

...

"I thought your temple was determined to have the snake people stand up for you." Milo looked at the young man standing in mid-air from afar.

The young man from the temple sighed and said, "The elders have their own difficulties, but I can't let you die at the hands of the snake people. This may be the only thing I can try to do."

He always gives people a certain feeling.

He seemed to be making threats, but his words lacked conviction and thoroughness, revealing his wavering thoughts.

Milo had expected the temple to send some tough nut to crack, but instead this guy showed up instead. And judging from his tone, this guy was acting on his own initiative and hadn't received any orders from the higher-ups.

What made Milo both annoyed and amused was that this guy started discussing things with him as he talked.

“If you were killed by Igor’s eldest son, he would steal most of the faith of the Golden People. The Serpent People’s sect is not to be associated with, even if the elders have already tacitly approved of it… But my teacher said that one should not hesitate before acting. If I were to kill you first, that situation would not occur. I hope you can understand.”

The young man's words were utter nonsense.

Milo picked at his nose with his fingernail and asked, bewildered, "Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?"

To my surprise, this simpleton was quite honest. He said, "Both, but I'm more about convincing myself."

“You know, we could talk like this for a whole day, but that two-headed snake in the back might not last that long,” Milo said, shrugging.

The young man suddenly realized, slapping his forehead and saying, "Oh, yes, yes, I might not even be able to beat you one-on-one, so if the two of you gang up on me, you'd have even less of a chance."

"Then come on."

"come."

"Come."

"it is good."

...

……

hum! ! !
Once the two started fighting, they showed none of the restraint they had displayed during their awkward conversation. In an instant, the holy light of the Golden Tree and the spiraling black flames of the Sinful Fire intertwined, almost destroying all the settlements beneath the Salub Highlands.

After today, the six kingdoms will probably become five kingdoms.

...

The young man's strength somewhat exceeded Milo's expectations.

Although he looks somewhat simple-minded, his methods are quite forceful.

If Milo had been intercepted by him halfway before reaching the Ross Dynasty, it might have been truly dangerous, because at that time Milo had not yet fully mastered the method of tempering the body with the Gentle Fire.

Compared to his conscious self, Milo's only loss was his physical strength. The spiritual vision stored in his mind would not disappear unless death came. However, after his death, Theon pulled him out of Lake Harley and returned everything to him. And now his physical strength is constantly increasing...

So in the end, the young man paid the price for his indecisiveness.

He should have arrived earlier.

As he himself said, one should not hesitate before acting.

(End of this chapter)