Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 774 Updated Chronicle
"So that book contains the magic to summon that great race?"

"No."

"Spell?"

"nor."

"What did they write?"

“To be precise, it’s not that I’ve written anything, but that I’m currently writing,” Milo replied.

"The kind without illustrations?" Yan asked very seriously.

“No.” Milo shook his head.

"That's all." Yan instantly lost interest.

Ten seconds later he asked again, "What does 'writing' mean?"

Milo turned to the last page of the old book, staring at the gradually clearing handwriting for a while. Suddenly, he looked around and asked:

"Where is the female ghost in the dress?"

Only then did everyone realize what was happening.

Only the four of them remained in the vine-covered library, and the long dress that had been floating in mid-air was gone.

The other three bastards all had the same expression: "Why are you looking at me? Nobody asked me to keep an eye on it."

...

At this very moment, the last few lines of the "Update" section on the last page of the chronicle written by the Nais are—

"The Night Weavers, who came with hatred, have revealed another face of the underground world."

"The lost believers of the gods came to this place one after another, and they just happened to miss the beautiful aurora over Sato."

...

This seems to be some kind of omen, but the tone is just a bland description of something that has already happened.

The truth is, words do come a little slower than reality.

When Milo and his companions arrived at the huge windowsill of the library, they tore away the thick vegetation and vines that were blocking the window and discovered that the soft, dreamy azure aurora borealis was no longer visible outside; instead, it was pitch black.

The darkness spread from the center of the square, but at the very center of that black vortex, a dark red substance was surging.

The figure in the long dress was right next to the dark red vortex.

No, to be precise, she created the vortex, causing the spreading darkness to obscure the aurora above Sato, and this dark matter continues to expand.

...

"The Night Weaver who came bearing hatred."

Milo quietly repeated the sentence from the chronicle.

Whom does he hate?
It's definitely not for Milo.

Who could that be?

She followed Vorwados, who was killed by the Four Horsemen.

The place where Kovadas died has collapsed, so she may not know the truth about his death.

So the so-called hatred should be related to the destruction of the Vovados belief system, namely the annihilated snake people, the shattered sculptures, and the silent continent of Mu.

According to Milo, the mastermind behind all of this was Igor, the father of all serpents.

...

What does this have to do with Kunyang Underground World?
and many more…

The underworld?

Besides Pence Canyon and Kunyang, what other underground worlds are widely known?

The Snake People's Lair - "The Eerie Hiss of the Underground".

...

"What do you mean? You mean that dress led us to the snake people's lair?? Are you kidding me! I knew that thing was up to no good, Xiao Yan, shoot her!" Yan panicked as soon as he heard that.

Xiao Yan was incredibly obedient; she immediately jumped onto the windowsill, her eyes blazing with intense light as she pointed directly at the figure in the long dress in the center of the square.

But the next second, Milo pressed down on her head and forcibly turned her direction, directing her beam towards the sky on the east side of the square.

hum! ! !
The scorching rays collided with something in that gray, empty space, scattering blinding sparks.

"Those are the ones with ill intentions."

As he spoke, Milo put away the Issian chronicle and expertly twisted his wrist.

The firelight from the small flame rays provided a moment of illumination, allowing the silhouettes of the uninvited guests in mid-air to become visible.

...

This corresponds to the latest statement in the chronicle: "Lost believers of the gods came to this place one after another."

So, next up is Lu Kui from the Temple of the Golden Law, the cloaked old man who easily crushed the small flame ray.

As for those following behind him, they were not knights from the Temple of the Golden Law, but some southerners dressed in a more primitive style. They did not even have a decent suit of armor, but were covered with rough and simple woven vines, and carried weapons made of stone or bone.

Since Milo has not yet truly set foot on the Southern Continent, there is no way to determine which temple system these powerful individuals belong to based solely on their clothing or aura; in any case, it is neither the Gold nor the Hook.

As for the old man Lu Kui, the golden blessing aura emanating from him was so clear that it was as if he had revealed his identity right away, practically as if he had the words "Golden Tree" engraved on his forehead.

All these figures originated from the surface of the earth.

It is obvious that the only way to enter the Kunyang Underworld from the Mu Continent was the one that Milo and his group took. Lu Kui must have also entered the Underworld before the continent sank.

Besides these outsiders on the ground, there was also a familiar figure in mid-air, a "local" that Milo and his group were quite familiar with.

Or perhaps it's a local snake.

Woti Iger.

The eldest son of the Father of the Serpents. His silhouette, a two-headed serpent, was hidden behind Lucius's group. Despite the dim light, Milo still managed to spot him.

Perhaps it was crippled by the last crackdown. Although one of its severed snake heads has grown back, it can no longer regain its human form. At this moment, it still has the upper body of a human with two snake heads and the lower body of a black python.

Even from hundreds of meters away in the dimly lit space, Milo could sense the imprint, hatred, and fear in that man's gaze.

"I thought you could handle things better, but who would have thought that I, the old man, would have to do it myself... You must remember this huge favor, son of Ig."

This was said by Lu Kui.

He was speaking to Woti behind him.

No matter how low he lowered his voice, the silent Sato still managed to relay his words to Milo.

However, Lu Kui probably doesn't care, since in his eyes Milo is already a sitting duck.

...

"Ha ha……"

Milo then chuckled for no apparent reason.

Along the way, the many bizarre and fantastical actions of the Golden Law Temple left him quite overwhelmed, referring to the absurdity of many of the choices made.

The temple was divided into two factions over the matter of the Blade of the Law of Metamorphosis, and both factions wanted Milo dead.

Lu Kui naturally hoped that Milo would die quickly, but he had to die at the hands of Woti Ig, so that he could rightfully send the blade into the Ghostly Scream to obtain the qualification for rebirth, thereby preserving the faith of the Golden Kingdom and their own blessing.

But Voti was too disappointing, so he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure: to act secretly alone, without any of the Gold Faction's followers.

As for the other faction...

Naturally, they also wanted Milo to die.

Because their thought process was that as long as Milo was killed, Milo wouldn't die at the hands of Woti Iger.

Including the young mages who appeared earlier, and the Old Ones who appeared in Derasrian City, they all belong to this faction.

Milo was puzzled.

If you don't want me to be killed by Woti, then go and kill Woti first. Why are you all ganging up on me?

……

Of course, that was just a joke and not a valid claim.

Within the Temple of the Golden Law, Milo's life or death was tantamount to the plunder of faith, leaving no room for negotiation. Everyone who wanted to kill him would find a more selfless and noble reason to justify their actions.

For example, for the temple, for the blade's innocence, for the law...

...

"Are you sure we don't need to worry about that female ghost? Are you sure she won't become one of the problems we're facing next?"

Yan asked Milo very seriously.

"will not."

Milo nodded.

The fire of sin began to flow and dance through every inch of his skin and every pore.

Having received a definitive answer, Yan was completely at ease and turned his gaze to the east side of the square, fixing it on the snake-man, Woti Iger.

Xiao Yan was already poised to strike.

Freya then nocked an arrow and drew her newly made longbow to its fullest extent.

...

There must be very few reckless teams that are chased all the way but always manage to pounce back and bite back every time they are caught up, right?
The long-skirted figure probably didn't expect this either.

Or perhaps she should now be called the Night Weaver.

Because, just as she is doing now, she is weaving the night in the Kunyang underworld.

The darkness of night obscured the azure aurora, revealing another scene in the underground world, or rather, a mirror image.

There are two overlapping worlds here.

One was named Kunyang, and the other was named Yousi.

Under the dreamlike blue light is Kunyang Sato, while under the night sky, the gradually emerging dark red is the eerie underground murmur where the snake people live.

……

"Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. I promised to guide you on the right path, and I will not break my promise."

The Night Weaver's gentle words entered Milo's mind.

No, this time everyone can hear her voice.

The figure in the long dress pointed in the opposite direction from where Lu Kui and the others were.

Then, without warning, the darkness of the entire area was torn apart, and a path paved with azure aurora stretched all the way to the horizon.

“I will not keep you trapped in the Dark Shriek. This is a feud between me and Ig. Leave before the red light fills the underworld.”

"Those people can't stop you, can they?"

...

Milo hadn't reacted yet.

Turning his head, he saw that Yan, who was about to fight Woti Iger a second ago, had already tucked Xiao Yan under his arm and rushed onto the blue road. He stopped halfway and turned back to look at Milo, giving him a gesture that said, "What are you standing there for?"

As it turns out, the element of desertion is ingrained in a person's genes, and has no direct relation to their strength or weakness.

Even when faced with a defeated opponent, he can "shamelessly" choose to turn around and run away, but don't forget that in his weakest period, he can be a righteous gate-blocking warrior.

"So, are we going or not? I've noticed you really enjoy standing still and spacing out these days," Enid couldn't help but urge Milo.

"Let's go."

(End of this chapter)