Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 766 Hip-Hi Castle
Milo didn't have many memories of the old man from the abyss, so he remembered them all very clearly.

His figure has appeared in dreams of blood moons and tombstones.

In the years between the war of the stars and the loss of the gods, Nordens was likely the oldest and most powerful god in the Dreamlands.

He is the god of the sea and hunting.

As for the "Abyss" in its name, Milo believes that this abyss is not the same as the other abyss. It is most likely just because this old guy lives in a ravine in the Dreamland.

...

“I recognize these ghostly things.” Yan stared at the shadows of the Nightmares with a complicated expression.

The dark creatures that appeared in the Blood Moon world weren't just Blackblade; Nightshade also appeared, but because they couldn't make any noise, their presence in that catastrophe was very low.

However, for those who lost almost everything in that disaster, every shadow that ever appeared must be remembered.

In the stories heard in the Dreamlands, Nordens is portrayed as a neutral Old God, whose actions are somewhat benevolent towards humanity. For example, he hunts the Old Ones' Families, and even the Old Ones themselves. No wonder Milo received a warning from him when he first entered the Dreamlands; after all, in Nordens's eyes at that time, Milo was not human, but a newly born Old One.

In some even older tales, Nordens has aided dreamers from the waking world, and on the opposite side of those dreamers stand Outer Gods many times more powerful than those of the past…

Of course, these stories originated from drinking parties in various towns and cities, and their authenticity is impossible to verify.

The only thing that is truly credible is that this powerful deity, nicknamed "Old Man of the Abyss," has indeed fallen into the abyss. Milo is absolutely certain that he saw that scene before he died in the Tombstone Dream.

That's why he dared to let the ships sail in the direction of the winds created by the Nightmare.

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We're already lost anyway, aren't we?
...

The ship was blown by the winds modified by Nightmare to an unknown sea.

Under the cover of night and thick fog, even the most experienced sailors cannot discern directions.

Compared to the icy Serrian Sea, the South Wind Sea is undoubtedly a much warmer and more humid sea, and that sticky, damp feeling has been a constant companion throughout the past few dozen days of sailing.

However, the sea area the black sailboat entered next was chilly, and the dew on the deck had unknowingly turned into frost.

From humid heat to icy cold, from the deep sea to the shallows.

The fog hadn't dissipated, but the wind had stopped, and the ship had stopped—or rather, it was stranded.

Directly ahead was no longer the ocean, but a muddy beach, which, judging from the stench of decay permeating the cold air, could easily be called a swamp.

The cats searched the nautical chart for a long time but couldn't find such an island in the South Wind Sea. The land in front of them did not exist on the regular nautical chart, and it might not even be considered an island.

"Could it be that Nordens used to live in this godforsaken place?"

Milo looked at the chaotic expanse at the edge of his vision, obscured by mist, and then looked up at the shadows of the Nightmares above him.

Suddenly, he noticed that the neck of one of the Nightmares perched on the mast had split open without warning.

The faceless head and body fell straight onto the deck.

Then a centipede-like arthropod, as thick as a human wrist, emerged from its broken neck and was crushed by Xiao Yan, who was standing to the side.

...

Abandoned faith will transform into insects.

That was the curse that Milo cast upon the Dream Realm, a wisp of chaotic order from the abyss.

This scene can be seen in many places in the Dreamlands today: Pans Canyon, Inganok, and even the hybrids who survived the war in Salub and Kalksson. Their gods are dead, and their faith, with nowhere to go, will soon turn into insects that devour their bodies and souls.

The same applies to the gods who have fallen into the abyss.

They no longer exist in the dream realm, so if they do not want their religious kingdoms to be crawling with centipedes, the major temples must find temporary vessels of faith, just as the blade of law was to the Golden Kingdom.

...

Clearly, the Nordens congregation did not do this job well.

Even His Nightmare servants began to grow worms.

Perhaps this place wasn't so desolate before Nordens and the other dream gods fell into the abyss.

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"Nodens' followers are scattered throughout the Dreamland, but he rules over Mount Kadas, where gods abound, and has never built a temple of his own."

Morgan said.

“Old Chief Pinkerton told stories about Him.”

"…Then Mount Kadas must be crawling with bugs by now, right?" Yan chimed in.

“Maybe it’s empty?” Milo shrugged.

“Maybe it’s changed hands now~” Freya smoothly chimed in.

“That makes sense.” Milo took a lamp from the bow of the ship, then jumped off the deck.
"I'll go scout ahead..."

Before the words were even finished, the lamp inexplicably went out before the kerosene had completely burned out.

then……

...

And so, the following scene unfolded.

The four of them set off on foot.

Xiao Yan sat on Yan's shoulders, using the low-intensity laser beams from his eyes as a lighting tool for their adventure.

"I don't quite understand. Isn't your specialty playing with fire? Why do you insist on having her act as the kerosene lamp?" Yan asked Milo.

The result of carrying Xiao Yan through the swamp was that half of his leg sank into the mud.

Don't let her small size fool you; this little fire demon girl is surprisingly heavy.

“His fire makes me sleepy,” Freya answered Yan’s question for Milo.

The latter sighed:
"Okay, okay, this is fine, but we can't carry one more person."

...

After walking for about twenty minutes across the swamp, they finally heard clearly enough sounds from people other than their own four.

The voice was somewhat hoarse, and the emotions were quite strong, but it was impossible to tell whether it was joy or sadness.

It speaks the common language of the southwestern part of the Dreamland:

"Hehe... I must survive...hehe..."

...

After walking a short distance in the direction of the sound, what gradually emerged from behind the mist was a dilapidated small castle.

The strange noise was coming from the castle—

"Hehe...I must live on..."

"……whee……"

...

Only after reaching this point could one barely see any other light source besides Xiao Yan's two burning gazes—the cold moonlight from behind the castle.

Something terrible seemed to have happened here, because the Nightmares that had accompanied them dared not approach any closer and hovered in the air above the outermost edge of the castle.

Although they still didn't make any sound, they were expressing their emotions through strange flying dances; they were crying and mourning.

...

"Hee hee hee……"

"Nyarlathotep...Nyarlathotep won again..."

"The gods have been banished..."

"The minions of the Favored Ones of the Dream Realm are now everywhere..."

"I told you... He wouldn't be that kind..."

"He helped us win that battle, and sooner or later He will reclaim the entire Dreamland..."

"A bunch of idiots..."

"You idiot..."

"I must survive..."

"Hehe... I must live to see... the day my father returns..."

(End of this chapter)