Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 771 Guidance
This was definitely the closest thing to the image of a female ghost that Milo had ever encountered in the dream world.

The long dress was somewhat similar in style to a wedding gown, but it was not ostentatious. Instead, it exuded a more understated and simple feel. The subtle gray-blue hue that appeared intermittently did not diminish its elegant charm. Even though the hem was torn, it gave it a different kind of fragile beauty.

Perhaps it was thanks to the graceful figure of the person dressed, which resembled that of a ballerina; even just a glance at the faint gray-blue silhouette against the night sky was enough to conjure up an image of a breathtakingly beautiful woman in Milo's mind.

Of course, the reason we need to fill in the blanks is because the head of the floating figure is murky, making it impossible to see the face, and its long hair is as dry and brittle as an old spider web...

...

Otherwise, how could this be considered the closest thing to the image of a female ghost in Milo's concept?

But what puzzled him was that the figure in the long dress did not show any hostility, at least not Milo.

It hovered lightly around the camp, without ever making a move any closer.

...

"She came for you, didn't she?"

Before anyone knew it, Yan, who had been drooling while lying on the snail shell, had woken up.

Although this guy's knowledge base isn't great, his insight is quite sharp.

"To be precise, they came for Volvados's fragmented memories," Milo shook his head.

However, he was also puzzled because there was no such elegant and sorrowful female ghost in the fragmented memories of the dead that he possessed, nor was there anyone with a similar appearance.

However, that strong emotional resonance does exist.

Milo could sense their sadness, while Yan and the others were clearly oblivious.

This is somewhat similar to how Milo could more easily perceive Rebecca's emotions after using necromancy on Carl, but the shadow of the long dress gave Milo a different feeling; its emotions were not as pure as Rebecca's, but mixed with many complex elements...

It evokes the feeling Milo had when he first encountered the Black Goat of the Forest.

Yes, there is straightforward affection, but it is also mixed with many twisted and morbid elements, as well as confusion and incomprehension. There are too many complicated things that make it constantly chaotic.

The key point is that these emotions are not directed at Milo himself.

That's why I feel like I'm seeing the Black Goat of the Forest for the first time. That mad, incarnation of the Supreme Mother Goddess who wants to have a child with Milo, isn't the one she "deeply loves" Milo, is she?

Sometimes Milo is quite glad that he has accumulated some strength along the way, otherwise he would probably have been "defiled" by all sorts of goddesses, ghosts and demons.

...

As for the chaotic and tattered long dress before us, it will forever remain in a state of overflowing sorrow.

Although all the goodwill it showed was not truly directed at Milo, it was certain that through the enhancement of certain special sensory abilities it inherited from the undead of Vovados, Milo was able to communicate with it on a special level.

No need to speak, or even look at each other; you can perceive it purely through your mind.

It turns out that Vovardows and the owner of this dress must have had some unknown past, and it was a deep and unforgettable one, so much so that their feelings remained even after they both died.

...

"What did it say?"

Yan leaned close behind Milo and asked in a low voice.

This also serves as a reminder to Milo not to get too easily involved.

Milo shrugged:

"She wants to help us... no, it should be, she wants us to help her..."

“‘She’?” Yan noticed the change in Milo’s choice of words and reminded him, “How can you assume its gender? You can’t assume it’s a lady just because it’s wearing a skirt.”

"Is this the important point, buddy?" Milo shrugged.

“That’s not it, cough cough, you can continue.” Yan gestured for Milo to continue communicating with the woman in the long dress.

...

Three minutes later.

"And this time? What did it say?" Yan asked again.

“She said she is indeed a woman,” Milo replied without hesitation.

"Oh~"

...

Five more minutes passed.

"What about this time?"

“She said she could help us find our way, um…” Milo scratched his head.

"But didn't the cats already say that the right path is over there?" Yan pointed due south.

Boom...

The next second, a violent roar came from the due south direction.

The darkness obscured the source of the sound, making it impossible to see what had happened. However, based on the deafening explosion and the violent tremors of the ground, Milo and Yan could deduce some of the truth.

Moreover, the continuous sound of the earth's crust cracking transmitted through the ground was so clear...

...

Yan looked at his finger thoughtfully, and even tried pointing in other directions, only to find that the earth-shattering commotion had nothing to do with his finger.

As he pointed at Milo, Milo impatiently shoved him aside and said, "She said these fragments of the Mu continent would soon sink... actually, they've already started sinking."

"So this is some kind of guidance, right?" Yan turned around and pulled Xiao Yan away from the edge of the pool, signaling her not to run around anymore or she would sink to the bottom of the sea and never be found again.

Click...

As soon as he finished speaking, a very small crack appeared in the rock beneath his feet.

The crisp, short sound immediately made the atmosphere on the scene tense.

...

This would seem strange to anyone, after all, you're sleeping soundly in the middle of the night when suddenly some inhuman or ghostly thing comes to your door and tells you, "This land is about to sink back into the sea~", and then the ground actually starts to collapse.

"Are you sure this isn't the dress causing the problem on its own!?"

Yan subconsciously gripped Xiao Yan's collar, but the latter remained relatively calm.

"I believe her."

Milo rarely appears this irrational.

But Vovados's senses told him that the shadow of the long dress before him was telling the truth.

She also told Milo that this was part of the continent of Mu, and that the reason it rose above sea level was the death of Vovados. The civilization on this land had once followed in His footsteps, and it was that sincere and sublime faith that drove the land to rise above the sea after millions of years to mourn the dead god.

Theoretically speaking, the location where Milo and his group are currently is a huge memorial service site.

But that ancient will cannot sustain the land forever; it too will eventually be exhausted.

Therefore, this corner of the Mu continent will eventually sink back into the sea.

But can we really believe that?

Anyway, Milo believed it.

This can be considered a "side effect" of peeking into the undead perspective of Vovados. Of course, the main reason is that the ground collapsed at a speed far exceeding Milo's expectations.

The source of the first loud bang was at least several thousand meters away from them, but the next moment, the ground beneath their feet began to crack.

This is not a joke.

According to the cat's nautical chart, if it weren't for this suddenly rising landmass, this location would be right in the middle of the South Wind Sea...

"Does that mean we're all destined to become water ghosts?"

"I should have known better than to let the cats go back so soon."

...

The frequency of the ground tremors increased.

Milo put away the flames hanging in the center of the camp, finally managing to wake up Freya, who was the biggest sleeper.

Then the pale gray-blue dress began to lead the way, guiding Milo and the other three towards the area that had not yet collapsed.

They are now rushing westward.

Not only Milo and his group, but also the snail people and some highly intelligent marine creatures could be seen fleeing westward. The animals' natural sense of crisis told them that the western land had not yet collapsed.

...

“Running blindly like this isn’t a solution, is it? I mean, isn’t the entire Mu continent destined to sink back into the sea? What should we do when we reach the end?” Yan asked Milo loudly as he ran.

There was no attempt to hide the skepticism in his tone regarding the shadow of the long dress.

"She said that there is a movable underground space directly beneath the Mu Continent, a huge underground world similar to the Pans Canyon, hidden deep beneath the seabed of the South Wind Sea. We can take advantage of the fact that this land has not completely sunk, find the entrance to the underground world, and travel south through the underground world."

Fearing that this guy, whose physical age is not yet that of an adult, might not have enough brain capacity, Milo thoughtfully used both hands to roughly demonstrate the relationship between "South Wind Sea - Sunken Mu Continent - Underground World" to Yan while running.

...

The long-skirted shadow flew extremely fast. Fortunately, none of the four people in Milo were normal. They were former Shadows and Night Demons, descendants of the Sylvanas and the Balrog. While running at full speed, they managed to "shake off" the area of ​​the collapsed ground.

It was a fairly low-stakes escape and chase scene.

Finally, the long-skirted figure stopped in front of a strange altar that resembled an ancient ruin.

Milo and his group also quickly stopped.

"Huff, huff... Ugh, I'm exhausted. If only I could fly." Freya was panting heavily. She was clearly still half asleep and probably hadn't realized that she was an ancient dragon.

If she could fly, she wouldn't need to jump around in that weird dress, and she wouldn't be afraid even if the Mu Continent really sank...

...

Upon arriving at the altar, the shadow quickly stepped forward and placed its chaotic, invisible hands from its sleeves on the altar's stone tablet.

Some obscure and difficult-to-understand runes began to gleam coldly on the stone tablet one by one.

Then the long-skirted figure began to dance around the altar, seemingly performing some kind of ritual, but among those present, only Milo could hear the scriptures and songs she chanted.

For a fleeting moment, images stored in the fragmented memories of Vovados flashed through his mind.

That was a scene from tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years ago, in another time and space, where races that had not been annihilated were chanting scriptures and performing Nuo dances around an altar, and Milo seemed to be a member of that long sacrificial procession.

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(End of this chapter)