Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 759 Containment
In the red-eyed state, all souls are in a berserk state. Even Milo, who tries to maintain his rationality, cannot escape being driven by his bloodlust to use ruthless methods beyond the norm.

So Xiao Hong—no, Xiao Yan—witnessed up close a bloody scene of fellow inmates killing the prison warden.

Actually, it wasn't that bloody, because those tall, thin jailers weren't living beings, and even if their limbs were broken, they wouldn't bleed. But the shock brought by the black flames was indescribable; it was a terrifying thing that could stir up the deepest fear in one's heart.

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As the last jailer's body was nailed to a monolith with a long-handled branding iron, none of the crazed, dark souls present dared to take another step forward.

The seeds of fear have already begun to sprout.

The infighting in the underground prison was not yet over. Of course, this refers to the background noise, which was still there. The strange, piercing shriek continued, and the monolith in the center of the prison was still slowly rotating, with the mangled body of the prison guard hanging on it swinging back and forth.

The operating mechanism of this low-level prison is like an invisible hand constantly winding it up. Once the spring is fully wound, this music box-like prison begins to operate, and under the influence of that "music," it begins the process of self-destruction.

And as it turns out, the exploitation of the soul by prison is not actually thorough.

Even within the remaining shells of their souls, there remains a great deal of fear. Madness is merely an external illusion imposed upon them by the prison, while what lies hidden beneath the madness is an indelible fear rooted deep within their souls.

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So Milo reaped a heavy harvest.

If we consider the underground prison as a large tomb where the souls of the dead are piled up, then Milo's actions at this moment can be understood as a kind of cemetery purchase.

The source of fear, that was his most primal power, and now it is fuel for the fire of sin.

Endless black matter surged from the brows of the crazed dark spirits, gathered in the air, and finally merged into Milo's body.

Milo, suspended in mid-air, could no longer help but reveal an enigmatic smile.

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……

Finally, the monolithic pillar of the underground prison stopped operating.

Those weary souls and bodies fell back into the abyss at the bottom, and from Milo's perspective, who had recovered from his red-eyed state, the corpse of the Jailer was also gradually disappearing and disintegrating.

It's finally quiet.

Milo returned to the ground, took a few steps back, and removed the blindfold.

"We need to figure out a way to get up there before that guy gets his bones ripped out and his blood drained... What are you doing?"

When Milo removed his blindfold, he saw a perplexing scene.

The rosy-skinned fire demon hybrid girl had emerged from behind the collapsed stone wall. She had tied up her long hair, knelt on the ground, and her fiery lips were slightly parted…

"Uh……"

That's exactly what Milo meant in his mind—that kind of provocative move that gets your blood pumping.

But he wasn't sure if it had any other meaning in other unknown civilizations, so he hesitated for a few seconds.

It wasn't until he suddenly realized that the Flame Demon Girl in front of him had previously been working with Yan Hun.

"Did that bastard tell you that this is how people in the sane world express friendliness?"

"So he really wasn't lying to me after all~" (Suddenly realizing)

You've been completely fooled, you idiot!

...

……

Milo had a decent experience he had never had before.

Before this, he was generally labeled as a sinner, a blasphemer, the source of misfortune, and so on—none of which were good things.

But this time, in order to prevent the naive and ignorant Flame Demon girl from going astray, he did something truly decent.

He briefly explained the appropriate scenarios and recipients for such gestures of friendliness.

In the end, he discovered that Xiao Yan was not the mentally challenged girl he initially thought she was. Instead, her entire childhood was spent trapped in a sealed dungeon, somewhat similar to her current situation, but even more lonely, without so many "kind-hearted" dark spirits and prison guards to accompany her.

It could be said that Yan was the first living thing she encountered, and before that, she was a complete blank slate.

Even her name was given to her by Yan.

Perhaps Milo should have guessed this would be the case.

This bastard seems to be abducting underage witches...

There was definitely a bit of that flavor, but when Milo climbed out of the underground prison along the monolith and saw Yan's miserable state at the bottom, he could probably understand that his taking in this young fire demon wasn't just out of a twisted sense of humor.

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The bottom layer of the tower is responsible for the "bone removal process," and Yan was strictly following the plan.

With his abilities, it wouldn't be difficult for him to come in unscathed, after all, he had done this before, before setting off to find Milo for help.

But this time his task was to help Milo draw the attention of the tower guards and priests on the ground floor.

And he did indeed do it. While Milo was mingling with the Dark Spirits and Jailers in the underground prison, no Tower Insects interfered.

Because they were all tightly bound to the bottom of the ground.

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"I knew you could bring her out, hehe... ugh..." Yan said, tearing the sharp, worm-like threads that pierced his flesh from his body. The scene was so gruesome and bloody that he was the only one in the room still grinning.

He cleared out almost all the insectoids in the lower level, leaving behind various severed limbs, broken shells, and strangely colored slime hanging from the walls and stone pillars.

In Milo's memory, Yan rarely fought a battle where he would never back down an inch.

Usually, he's the first to run away unless absolutely necessary. Even if he wins a fight, he's unlikely to pursue the enemy if they try to escape, just like when he faced Woti Ig in Salub.

The main principle is to take profits when they're in the right place and run away when things go wrong.

In the few times he refused to back down and pursued others in the conscious world, he lost his life.

Even the eldest prince of the snake people could beat him into such a terrible state, but the insect people did it.

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"After we finish this, we need to talk about how to express friendliness."

As Milo rubbed the insect-man slime he had stepped on onto the steps, he spoke to Yan.

The latter paused for a second, then looked enlightened: "I didn't expect that anyone other than me could receive her kindness. Is this what they call personal charisma?"

"Forget it, I don't care anymore."

Milo worried that if he continued to argue with people with such strange thought processes, he would one day be infected by them.

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As for the little fire demon, the way alien races express their emotions is always more brutal than that of the reserved humans. Yan was currently covered in cuts and bruises, and the insect silk on his body hadn't even been completely torn off yet when the little girl pounced on him and started a deep kiss.

That kiss, with saliva mixed with blood, must have tasted amazing.

Milo suspected that if he hadn't been standing there, the two of them could have started making a baby right there and then.

"At least find a room, really..."

He shook his head and turned to walk towards the spiral staircase inside the tower.

Because hordes of insectoid priests were pouring down from the middle and upper levels.

Among them were the multi-legged insectoids we had seen outside the tower, as well as flying species with butterfly wings. What they had in common was that their segments were covered with pale white and light red stripes.

In short, it's ugly.

It was exceptionally ugly, so ugly that it made people feel physically uncomfortable.

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As Milo slowly approached the insectoid priests, Yan's call came from behind him:
"Hey buddy, I think we've done enough and we can call it a day, what do you say?"

Sure enough, this is his usual style.

However, Milo shook his head:
"The outside is completely surrounded by Derasrian's army."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, licked his lips, and continued:
"Hmm, there's the smell of the Serpent People, the smell of the Golden Law Temple, and... the Purification Legion? No, it's the Hooked Finger Temple. Oh right, I think I killed one of their priests."

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Yan pushed away Xiao Yan's face, who was passionately trying to kiss him, and stared at Milo's retreating figure with disbelief.

"Wait, buddy, how long have you been in the Dreamland?"

"It's been quite a while, more than a month?" Actually, Milo himself wasn't sure.

To be able to offend so many top-tier forces in just over a month, Yan was extremely envious of his ability to cause trouble.

Since they're already surrounded, there's no use in being anxious. Whether they go out early or late, they'll run into the ambushers anyway, so they might as well probe the tower's strength first.

The whispers still lingered in Milo's ears and mind, seemingly conveying some kind of cryptic message. However, the whispers came from the top of the tower, and the sound was too indistinct for Milo to hear clearly.

While the current situation may seem dire at first glance, this scenario of being blocked by multiple forces was actually part of Milo's plan. In fact, the current situation is even better than he anticipated, since the encirclement is located at the Derasrian Tower, not Usa...

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"Okay then, you go ahead and get busy."

It's probably only Yan who could shrug his shoulders after hearing about the encirclement and interception lineup, and then turn around and continue to hug and kiss his little lover.

The truth is, this guy has no concept of the temple itself, so he probably isn't worried about what he'll face next. Like I said, if all else fails, he'll just run away.

As for the silly Xiao Yan, you can't expect her to have any sense of crisis when her knowledge is already extremely limited.

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In short, De Lasrien was quite lively today.

Daylight had broken outside the tower, and the crimson glow of the night had faded. However, the attraction that drew in fresh flesh and blood remained. It seemed that all the forces held a certain taboo against the tower, and neither the temple nor the serpent were willing to be the first to approach it.

Let's take a closer look at who exactly came.

Woti Iger didn't have any; he was beaten half to a pulp, and instead, a different, unfamiliar giant snake appeared.

Besides, the temples of Gold and Hook also sent unfamiliar faces.

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Instead, in an inconspicuous alleyway in the city of Derasrien, an old face that was all too familiar to Milo appeared.

(End of this chapter)