Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 758 Evil God

The truth is that Milo overlooked the essence of the problem. If, as Yan said, only the most tenacious and unyielding are qualified to be thrown into the underground prison, then the underground prison must have methods to wear down these souls, making them "docile," so that the process of removing bones, flesh, and blood can be carried out further.

It is absolutely impossible to simply pile up the unmanageable souls at the bottom of the dungeon.

Moreover, those broken souls didn't seem like troublesome characters at all. They had already lost their own consciousness. If they were in this state when they were first thrown in, then Yan's statement would not hold true.

The only explanation is that all the souls underwent some inhuman and terrible torture in the underground prison, and were eventually crushed of their self-awareness, becoming the miserable beings they are in today.

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The answer lies in the rotating monolith behind Milo.

A strange crimson light began to emerge on the countless reliefs on the surface of the stone pillar, and the terrifying sound that penetrated deep into the brain was actually an amplified version of the whispers that had been heard since entering the tower. Now it was no longer a whisper, but more like a demonic roar and scream.

Various indistinguishable and indescribable pains flooded Milo's mind.

His will was clearly prepared to fight against all external threats, but he found that the shrieking sound released by the monolith did not cause him any real harm, but rather fueled his bloodlust and violent thoughts.

what happened?

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Terrible painful memories and various emotions that did not belong to Milo, whether sadness or madness, constantly stimulated his nerves.

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Within those empty prison bars, the broken souls crawled out one after another.

And in the abyss between the platform and the monolith, the slumbering dead have all entered a state of frenzy, roaring and surging toward the platform, crushing and trampling each other.

At first, Milo, standing on the platform, was swaying unsteadily. He covered his forehead, trying to resist the strange sound, but found that it was not any form of will at all. He could not find its source, and there was no such thing as resistance.

This is more like an instigation that leaves no trace.

Or perhaps it's an amplification of one's true nature.

...

Because when the terrible sound amplified and lingered throughout the underground prison, Milo, with his back to the monolith, did not become the target of everyone's attacks and besieged by all the maddened souls as he had originally imagined.

Instead, he became one of them.

His eyes also glowed red, even more crimson than all the other soul bodies.

...

However, Milo did not lose his own will.

As mentioned earlier, there is a special guiding effect beneath this tower, which amplifies the violent and bloodthirsty part of his soul, but does not erase his subjective will, at least not yet.

As he shifted his perspective, which was covered in crimson blood vessels, he saw that the once empty and desolate prison platform was now not only piled high with all the crazed souls, but also had several tall, thin figures carrying lanterns and branding irons. They wore dark robes and seemed to be the prison guards. They were over ten meters tall and could crush several mad souls with a wave of their hands.

Where did they come from?
Milo had no idea these things existed before this.

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Even though they were a hundred meters apart, Milo only made eye contact with one of the tall, thin jailers for a second before he felt a terrible tearing sensation in his body. He looked down sharply and found a hideous gash on his chest, with blood slowly seeping out and soaking his clothes.

Was it the gaze of the jailer?
Or is it the lantern in its hand?

do not know.

This was the first time Milo had encountered something so bizarre and strange. Some of the content was beyond his comprehension, and it was a field that had never been covered in any of the books he had read before.

The tall, thin jailer seemed to have never existed, yet he appeared in Milo's field of vision with unmistakable realism and caused him substantial harm.

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As you can see, the crazed souls with bloodshot eyes in the prison did not swarm the jailer like a tide, but instead engaged in indiscriminate slaughter. They would bite and tear at everything they touched, including their own bodies and limbs...

Self-destruction—perhaps this is how the prison beneath the tower strangles souls.

Amidst the raging, dark tide of souls, a very few still retain a physical body. Like Milo, they crawled out of the prison and became part of the mad wave after the monolith began to turn.

Red eyes are a common trait among all the madmen, both living and dead.

But ultimately, the living creatures are more destructive because they are the ones that have not yet been "dealt with".

Therefore, the tall, thin jailers carrying lanterns and red-hot branding irons mainly targeted these living beings who had not yet become unconscious souls.

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Before his eyes turned red, Milo couldn't see these jailers, but after his eyes turned red, he only exchanged a glance with one of them, and a terrible scar inexplicably appeared on his chest.

Suppressing his inner rage and bloodlust, Milo found a blind spot in the guards' sight and temporarily hid behind a pile of collapsed prison walls.

He then tore open his clothes to look at the tear in his chest, cursing under his breath:
"Damn, if you're so professional, why don't you go work for the Purification Legion?"

However, the next second he groaned and knelt down on the ground, clutching his head.

That terrifying shriek pierced Milo's mind once again, as if in response to his earlier insults.

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"This is never going to end."

The gentler side of the fire of sin quickly healed Milo's inexplicably reopened wound. However, the excruciating pain remained, still deeply etched into his body.

Those tall, thin jailers were life forms that Milo had never seen before; to be precise, he couldn't sense any fluctuations of life force emanating from them.

The jailers didn't seem to be in a hurry to hunt Milo down. They moved leisurely through the waves of broken souls, even seeming to be picking and choosing their victims.

...

The strange sound alone had already tormented Milo half to death. There were several moments when he almost lost his mind and completely succumbed to the maddening waves of his soul.

He noticed that the monolith was rotating at a slower speed, not as fast as it had at the beginning.

Therefore, it can be inferred that this wave of red-eyed madness must be intermittent, occurring every once in a while. Otherwise, how can the deathly stillness that Milo experienced when he first entered the prison be explained?
Now that the jailer has no interest in him, Milo only needs to avoid the limelight for the time being, and once the maddening roaring melody ends, he can move freely.

However, what happened next did not allow Milo to act as he had envisioned.

……

Amidst the raging, frenzied tide of souls, one of the jailers reached out and pulled a person from a high-level prison cell.

"let me go!"

A terrified scream followed.

The one struggling frantically was a young girl. In the dark underground prison, her skin had a molten lava-like texture and sheen. Driven by pain and terror, she frantically lashed out at the jailer's arm, but to no avail.

The jailer's hand was just big enough to grab the girl's waist, press her to the ground, and then the red-hot branding iron in his other hand was about to be pressed down on the back of her head.

The girl struggled helplessly, but her strength had been worn down by the prison, and she could not pry open the jailer's cold hand no matter how hard she tried.

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Fear, regret, sadness...

All sorts of complicated emotions flooded my heart at once.

But in that very instant, the deepest fear among all those emotions was silently drawn away.

And just as the branding iron was about to crush her skull, with half her face pressed to the ground, she noticed a strange figure in her field of vision—a tangible one, not a soul.

The figure appeared with incredible speed, smashing the jailer's branding iron with a horizontal punch before brutally slamming his fiery forehead into the jailer's shin.

At the moment of impact, the girl saw sparks and arcs of electricity flying everywhere, and even heard the unique buzzing sound of metal colliding.

The heavy hand that had been pressing down on his body was just removed!
The jailer carrying the lantern was severely injured, and his tall, thin figure lost his balance and collapsed with a thud.

...

The girl was still in a daze.

But Milo had already pulled him up from the ground.

He grabbed the girl's shoulders and shook her violently a few times, almost throwing her head off, which finally brought her back to some semblance of reason from her frenzied, red-eyed state. Then she shouted:

"Is it Xiaohong?"

"Huh?" The girl was taken aback.

"No, Xiao Yan, isn't it Xiao Yan?!" Milo slapped his forehead, thinking that the head bump he had just hit must have left him half-dazed.

"Ah, right, right, right." The girl finally understood: "You must be Yan's friend, right..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly pointed behind Milo and screamed, "Watch out!"

But because she made eye contact with the jailer, she soon started vomiting blood as if it were free.

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Milo, on the other hand, was much calmer.

He picked up the girl and threw her into the corner where he had been hiding, then rolled away to avoid the scorching hot iron that had swept across him.

Then, he stood up, tore off strips of cloth from his body, covered his eyes, and tied them shut.

With his back to a dozen or so jailers, he jumped around a couple of times as a warm-up, and then a frenzied spiral of black flames quickly erupted from his body.

The moment the fire of sin ignited, the entire underground prison fell into a deathly silence.

Even the red-eyed waves of souls were so intimidated that they dared not take a single step forward.

The blindfolded Lord of Sin and Fire turned to face the tall, thin Lantern-Bearing Hellman and began his own time of torture and slaughter.

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Even at the cost of coughing up blood, the rescued Flame Demon girl insisted on peeking out from behind the collapsed wall to see the battle situation.

Upon seeing this, he was so frightened that he forgot to vomit blood.

"Yan...Yan, what exactly..."

"Where did they find this evil god from...?"

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(End of this chapter)