Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 760 Whisper
Yan and Xiao Yan remained at the bottom of the tower, expressing their deep love and longing for each other.

Milo simply couldn't bear to look any longer. The floor, walls, and ceiling were covered with the remains of insectoids. Heaven knows how they managed to arouse lust in such an environment.

"The locals' tastes are truly incomprehensible."

Doesn't this person even consider who pinned Princess Rose down on the table at the moon-viewing platform, while Freya was fast asleep right next to her?

……

The sheer volume of fear harvested from the underground prison gave Milo ample confidence.

He pushed his way back up, climbing from the bottom to the top of the tower, which represented the blood of communion.

Throughout the journey, he encountered all sorts of Crimson Fellowship creatures, including humans, insectoids, and even pure insectoids, including arthropods and pilgrimage butterflies that were not yet fully formed and hung below the tower in pupa form.

The closer you get to the top floor, the denser the visible scarlet substance becomes inside the building.

It is certain that the tower was once destroyed, and the cracks are still preserved; it was the crimson substance that reassembled it.

Milo initially thought this was the work of the Scarlet Witch, a trace left by her sneaking into the Dreamland during her disappearance, just like the Eastern Forbidden Zone, the priestly dynasty of the Cold Plains, and the city-state of Ross.

However, the truth is that the scarlet ruins here have nothing to do with the Scarlet Witch, at least there is no trace of the Scarlet Witch.

...

In fact, if you calculate the timeline carefully, one hour in the waking world is equivalent to one week in the dream world.

The difference in the flow of events is more than a hundred times, and the original tower of Derasrien City in the Dreamland was destroyed more than a hundred years ago. Before that, the Scarlet Witch must have already died.

"Could it be that I'm starting to miss that old witch? Impossible."

Milo muttered to himself.

He went up to the top of the tower.

It was much more spacious than he had imagined.

The pupae hanging from the ceiling, the various spores and vines permeating the surrounding air... everything seemed to be in a state of slumber.

Tranquil and peaceful, the atmosphere here is completely undisturbed by the bloody battles fought among the lower and middle classes.

However, these dormant creatures are merely symbiotic organisms; the true source of all this is a tiny plant root embedded in the red gem at the top.

Milo glanced subconsciously at the swirling blood mist on the back of his hand.

Being so close to the crimson object, he was almost unable to suppress the pull that drew him in with his blood.

...

Strangely, as he swept his way up from the lower levels, all the Crimson Familiars went berserk and charged at Milo. Even knowing it was like throwing an egg against a rock, they did not hesitate at all. Some of the more powerful special beings even caused Milo considerable trouble.

However, when all these obstacles were cleared away and he arrived at the highest level, the familiar yet unfamiliar crimson will did not show hostility like the other members of his clan.

...

As he walked toward the ruby ​​hanging on the altar, Milo's whispers became clearer.

That wasn't the crimson he remembered seeing; he was quite certain of that.

A decaying civilization, an indomitable will...

In the waking world—no, it was those who entered the tombstone dream even before the gods, attempting to trick Milo into converting before he could regain his name and memories—that might have been a powerful faction within the ancient Crimson Faith. In any case, they failed, both in the waking world and in the tombstone dream.

The Scarlet Witch is too complex a person to be fully understood, even by Milo. Perhaps over the long years, her supposedly unwavering faith has changed.

She skillfully employs countless methods to achieve her goals, regardless of whether they are reasonable or not, good or evil, even towards Milo.

For a long time, Milo was unable to find the truth in the many cryptic things she said.

Perhaps until the very last moment, until she had witnessed the inevitable end of her life, the final words of that narration, which only Milo could hear—

"If fate brings you upon the scarlet seedling again, I hope you will not stifle it; letting it grow and die on its own is the greatest mercy..."

Only this statement is true.

...

What Milo now faces is a scarlet seedling rooted in the crimson crevices of that eerie red gemstone.

It is like an innocent child, lying quietly in its cradle, never having come into contact with anything filthy or sinful.

Milo had never imagined that the crimson that could spawn countless hideous and grotesque creatures could also have such a pure and holy side. Or rather, he had no right to judge the ugliness and beauty, good and evil of those spawned and symbiotic creatures. Furthermore, to define the more ancient crimson with such a simplistic concept from human civilization was an act of utter ignorance.

Whether it's the Scarlet Witch's ruthlessness, foresight, and final mercy, or the aggressive insectoid horde in the Tombstone Dream, none of them represent Scarlet, because the real Scarlet is dead. No one knows what the true origin of Scarlet is; all that exists is a faith and obsession with nowhere to go.

Even if the seedling in the gem does grow up one day, it will not be the ancient scarlet.

As for that whisper, it indeed originated from the scarlet seedlings.

It recognized Milo, the soul that had once been recognized by the Crimson Guides.

Even though the order of communion had long been separated from Milo's body, his causal entanglement with Scarlet continued, even though the Scarlet Witch was dead.

...

"So if I pull it out, will the old witch be so anxious that she crawls out of her grave and bites me...?"

A rather wicked idea popped into Milo's mind.

But the next second, strange memories flooded his mind along with the whispered voice. It was…

It is the city of Derasrien.

But it's not quite the same as the current Derasrian; it's a picture of what it looked like before it was destroyed and rebuilt.

As the legend says, this ancient port city was once dominated and managed by the Lengyuan people, who traded in onyx, rubies, slaves, and other commodities. They built this tower and enshrined a huge natural gemstone on it.

Until one day, an old man of unknown origin appeared, carrying an ancient clock.

He pressed a switch on the clock in the wooden box that resembled an urn, unleashing a terrifying power that destroyed the port, town, and tower.

A true dimensional reduction attack is just a matter of a single destructive laser beam.

And that also dismantled the rule of the Lengyuan people.

Finally, it was this old man carrying the wooden box who planted the scarlet seedling in the ruby ​​of the tower.

...

The scene ends here.

This was exactly the same story Yan had heard before.

But it was only from the fragments of memory provided by Scarlet that Milo recognized who the legendary, world-destroying old man was.

He was also an old acquaintance and old enemy, Raven, the mentor of the last hunter, Monquia.

That guy, along with his strange, world-destroying weapon, was something Milo had already seen once in the Tombstone Dream.

With just that dark, unremarkable clock, he managed to stop "Plague," one of the Four Horsemen of the Million Favored. Although he lost a son and half a student in that battle, the old raven undeniably repelled "Plague," a CCD-level enemy.

Ah, but in the end, they still couldn't save Daisy.

...

"So where did that old bastard get these scarlet seedlings from?"

Milo crouched down and moved closer to carefully observe the delicate, scarlet seedling inside the transparent ruby.

Its markings are clearly visible, and it remains perfectly still, yet it seems as if it were alive.

Milo felt as if he were looking at a sleeping baby in swaddling clothes, though he was quite certain that what was in front of him was just a huge ruby.

...

"Malice..."

The broken whispers entered his mind again.

"Malice? What malice?" Milo asked, puzzled.

"Tree and snake...finger..."

The whisper was spoken very slowly.

It was like a murmur in sleep, without any obvious gender or age characteristics, and the only thing you could hear in its tone was a heavy sense of weariness.

To Milo's slight surprise, the Crimson Seedling was able to sense the malice outside the tower, and even knew that it came from the enemies of the Golden Tree, the Snake Man, and Hook Finger...

The whispers came again.

"A drop...a ​​drop of blood...I...will help you...escape..."

"Just one drop... is enough..."

Milo squinted, looking at the blood mist dancing on his skin, then at the scarlet seedling lying quietly in the ruby.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head:
"No, wishful thinking."

"..."

Then the whispers fell silent.

He seemed very frustrated and disappointed.

But Milo didn't change his mind; if it's not going to work, it's not going to work.

This is not a betrayal of the Scarlet Witch's guidance; on the contrary, it is acting in accordance with the Scarlet Witch's final will. What were her exact words?
Letting it fend for itself is the greatest act of kindness…

...

The blessing and curse that Crimson brought to Milo are inseparable, just like the blasphemy against the Twins. If Milo learned anything during this growth process, one of them must be to always be wary of Crimson.

...

……

at the same time.

Old Deng, sitting in a corner of a tavern in Derasrien:

"Damn it! Can't you cooperate even just once?! Even just once?! Are you rebelling?"

(End of this chapter)