Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 757 Crimson Prison
"what is that?"

Doesn't it look a little familiar?

"It's more than just a little."

...

They held in their hands some kind of long staff covered with a viscous liquid, or perhaps it should be called a long-handled knife.

The body itself takes on a form somewhere between a mammal and an arthropod. Its body surface has layers of overlapping exoskeleton structures, but at the same time it has limb structures covered in fur, a bloated, insect-like lower abdomen dragging behind it, and a strange human face hidden between multiple mandibles and labial feet.

In short, a creature that causes intense physical discomfort.

A species that, at first glance, seems even more degenerate and corrupt than hybrids.

...

So why does it look somewhat familiar?

...

Milo looked up at the top of the tower, where a mesmerizing red glow emanated.

The fog and clouds at night obscure the light source, keeping it out of sight. However, if you observe the red, chaotic object carefully, you can still see the silhouettes of some translucent, enormous objects flitting across the clouds. They seem to be swimming in the sea, silent and still, only causing a brief moment of alternating light and shadow on the red light.

Those were enormous wings, but not the fleshy wings of snake people, nor the chaotic black mist of night demons, but rather light and graceful butterfly wings…

Red, insectoids, giant butterflies in the clouds...

Under the cruel halo...

They are constantly making pilgrimages to the gods...

What a familiar scene.

The sense of piety from the Crimson Mountains is gone, replaced by a more menacing and sinister atmosphere...

...

"Was the ruby ​​on this tower destroyed once?"

Milo looked at Yan.

Yan Dao:

"That's what the blind old woman who tells stories in the tavern at the end of this street says."

"So this red thing on the tower is new?" Milo asked thoughtfully.

“If something over a hundred years old can be considered new,” Yan added.

"She seems to be pregnant with something."

Milo turned his gaze back to the tiny drops of blood that were being pulled out of his skin by some inexplicable force.

"What direct connection does this have with them taking Xiao Yan away?" Yan asked, puzzled.

“No,” Milo replied. “It’s mainly because you guys are looking for trouble.”

"That makes sense, so can we rescue her before I'm drained of my life?"

Don't forget that Yan doesn't have the same powerful primal force as the Flame of Sin to contend with the red light high in the sky. He's currently covered in blood, with every pore on his skin oozing blood.

"I'm not sure how long I can last, but I'm starting to feel thirsty."

……

Whoosh! !

The long-handled weapon in the twisted creature's hand was suddenly hovering directly above Milo and his companion.

Then the Blood Curse Spell began to operate, and pus and blood mixed with the texture of magma quickly gathered in the air to form an ancient mark.

It was a totem that resembled a five-pointed star.

Milo recognized the mark at a glance.

And I almost burst out laughing.

"Why such a strong reaction?"

...

The insectoid immediately revealed its old seal.

Yes, it's the kind of ancient god markings that are extremely rare in the conscious world, engraved on various ancient bricks or tiles. It can't be said to be a special attack on the Old Ones, but it's at least something that makes the Old Ones feel annoyed and disgusted.

Commonly known as the excrement of the mysterious world.

The insectoids started throwing feces as soon as they arrived, which surprised Milo somewhat.

But the old seal had no effect on him.

Even if he hadn't reached the old order yet, it wouldn't matter.

Because the essence of the Old Seal is the ancient gods' control over uncontrolled mid-level life forms through an impression stream. Its effectiveness comes from the shadow left on the ancients by the war of the gods that affected the stars. However, the new generation, like Milo, has never experienced the war of the stars, and that aversion and fear have never been buried in their bones.

On the contrary, he himself is quite adept at throwing dung.

Thus, the old seal formed from the condensed cursed blood was shattered into pieces by a single punch.

The insectoids, with their writhing, poorly constructed bodies unsuitable for combat, charged toward Milo.

At that moment, a kind of inhuman, furious voice also came from the tower.

...

"This is a tower that imprisons prisoners. Once inside, blood is on the top floor, flesh in the middle, bone at the bottom, and in the deepest part, there is a prison that confines the soul." Yan spoke these words at an extremely fast pace.

As the bloated, strange insectoids, wreathed in endless grayish-white silk, rushed towards him, Milo's hands were already ablaze. He said, "Isn't it a bit too late to do some educational work now?"

"Not too late! Not too late! Listen to me, we need to get into that tower first, you know what I mean!?" Yan grabbed Milo's hand, meaning for him not to fight back: "We need to be taken in properly first before we can rescue the person."

The countless silken threads were already close at hand, and Yan did not recommend fighting back. Milo and he could only dodge on opposite sides, landing on the rooftops on either side of the alley.

"Are you kidding me? Is this your genius plan?" As soon as he got to his feet on the roof, Milo couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at Yan.

“I had been in there once before, but guess what? My soul was too young and weak, so they threw me to the bottom and started extracting my bones.” Yan explained quickly, while dodging the overwhelming swarms of insect silk.

"So if I'm not mistaken, that Xiao Yan is imprisoned in the dungeon at the bottom level, right?"

"You're so smart!"

...

The two played a game of jumping around among the eaves at the base of the Derasrian Central Tower for about three minutes. In the brief intervals between countless close calls with those sharp, grayish-white insect threads, they successfully devised a rescue plan.

Don't ask why we're only talking about this now. These two are just the kind of people who do this when they're together. Given enough time, they'd rather talk about trivial things like cats or succubi.

But don't doubt it, three minutes of jumping around is more than enough time for the two of them to come up with a complete and feasible rescue plan.

Of course, the terms "complete" and "feasible" are relative.

The plan was to first play the fool and be kidnapped by the insectoids and taken to the tower.

Yan's task was simple: his fresh soul was not strong enough to enter the tower's dungeon. Once captured, he would be on a journey through the tower from the bottom. But Milo's soul strength was more than enough to qualify him to enter the dungeon.

"I'll make a big enough commotion for you up there, you know what I mean? Little Flame is in your hands over in the dungeon."

This seems to be the first time that Yan has been in charge of formulating the action plan.

But Milo couldn't seem to find anything wrong with it for the time being.

The only problem might be:

"What does Xiao Yan look like?"

"Red!"

Yan only had time to shout those words before he was bound like a mummy by the silk threads and carried away.

Seeing this, Milo simply stopped struggling and waited for his ride.

...

……

Thus, the first encounter ended hastily, without any real confrontation.

Trapped like a twisted mummy, Milo could only feel light floating outside the layers of worm silk, and he could also feel himself being hoisted and sent deeper into the earth.

It was described as a prison of flesh and blood, but Milo heard no wails or screams along the way. Instead, all he heard was a soft chanting of some kind of scripture.

The whispering voice was so low and hoarse that it resembled the slight rubbing of some rough object. Milo couldn't even tell what language it was speaking, and given enough time, his brain would adapt to the whispering and selectively ignore it.

...

When the silk binding him dissipated, Milo opened his eyes again and found himself locked in a dark prison.

It was surprisingly dry, even clean, and didn't have the seepage, decay, and rotten smell of a dungeon.

Dead silence, cold, and dimness.

These are some of the messages Milo received after opening his eyes.

...

The insectoids threw him into a cell and then turned and left.

The interior was empty, consisting of cold, rough rock walls and a tiny metal fence, with hardly any dust.

The "filth" of the dungeon is not manifested in any physical objects. The filth, invisible to the naked eye, can only be seen with spiritual vision. It is the broken souls scattered all over the ground, and the sinful memories deep within the souls.

Therefore, blood is at the highest level, flesh in the middle level, bone at the bottom level, and the soul is locked underground.

Is this some kind of canning factory?
Speaking of canned goods, doesn't anyone feel a sense of familiarity with the layout of this tall production line?

Ok?
Holy Communion.

The blood and flesh of those in power are the sacred wine and bread...

...

"Is it something left behind by that old hag again? It feels like she's explored the entire Dreamland."

"But... this level of communion seems a bit different from the Scarlet Witch's."

Examining these broken souls at the bottom, one finds few traces of those in power. The Tower of Derasrian's requirements for flesh and soul are far lower than those of the Scarlet Witch, almost to the point of scavenging.

However, the existence of creatures such as insectoids and pilgrimage butterflies proves that the Tower must be a product of the Crimson.

In many belief systems, the soul is often the most valued thing, but the Holy Communion system does the opposite. All the captives have their souls abandoned in underground prisons, and their flesh and bones are separated and transported to higher realms.

...

"Every time I encounter this situation, I wish I had a crowbar or something."

Milo melted two of the metal bars with flames and squeezed his way out of his "single room".

The level of security here is much lower than Milo had imagined, even though the underground level should be holding the most troublesome creatures...

That doesn't make sense...

...

The overall outline of the underground prison is basically consistent with the cylindrical shape of the tower on the ground. It is a hollow column embedded in the earth's crust. The outer ring is a densely packed multi-level prison cell, and the center is a monolithic structure covered with various strange carvings and ancient characters. It is not exactly grotesque, but it is quite unsettling.

The area wasn't very large; the traversable area was actually limited because there was a dark abyss between the platform outside the prison and the monolith. If you glanced in that direction, you could see even more unclaimed souls, densely packed together.

They were all on the verge of death, or had lost their own consciousness, leaving only useless spiritual shells.

...

There wasn't a single guard in the entire underground prison. It was unclear whether the higher-ups had started to tighten their grip or if the guarding here was simply of such poor quality.

So, Milo started wandering around the platform.

He carefully inspected every cell he passed, searching for the girl Yan was worried about.

There were so many prisons, three layers deep, like stacked building blocks. Some were hidden in blind spots, and Milo had to climb up to see them clearly.

Moreover, many of the prison doors were rotten, and the prisons were empty and dark, with no living creatures inside.

"Xiao Hong... uh, no, Xiao Yan."

Milo simply called out Xiao Yan's name on the platform.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult to find a living person in this empty and desolate area.

However, Milo's shout did not bring Xiao Yan out, but instead caused the monolith behind him to burst into flames and begin to spin.

A piercing, terrifying sound stabbed into Milo's mind.

The quiet lower-level prison suddenly became lively.

(End of this chapter)