Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 787 The Non-Existent Dialogue 2.0
In reality, Freya and Xiaoyan, two of the four who were causing trouble, had no idea why they were smashing up the temple of the three goddesses, but they were even more enthusiastic about destroying things than Milo and Yan in the second half.

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The old and dilapidated settlement of Salarun was turned upside down in less than an hour.

According to the timeline, the three ladies of sorrow control the bounty order in the Tombstone Dream, which is actually what Milo encountered in the Abyss World. However, because that was where Emma fell, the things from that world were preserved and thus spread into the Dream.

After that, the gods fell, and the three sorrowful ladies returned to the Dreamland, eventually establishing their own belief system in this lost southern land.

During this period, about two or three years passed in the world of the Awake, but Milo only caught up with the three ladies after his resurrection, so he couldn't tell how long the Bounty Order had been rooted in this land.

Why should we consider the time span?
That's because Milo knew very well how terrifying the rate at which the Bounty Order generated Chaos Visions was.

If the time span is long enough, it can even give rise to a superior being that transcends order, or even a god.

It's important to know that on the Blood Moon battlefield, Milo's group of law enforcement officers and cultists fought their way up from the lowest level of Spirit Visors to higher positions. When they cooperated properly, they could even hunt down the Old Ones, all thanks to their straightforward bounty system.

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Clearly, while the various temples divided up the other areas of the Dreamland, the Three Ladies of Sorrow, relying on the latest intelligence (the truth of the gods' fall), boldly extended their reach into the gods' backyard and began to plunder the faith of the Southern Realm.

The three of them were among the behind-the-scenes instigators of the gods' downfall, so it's not surprising that they've established their own religion in a land that worships the blood of the gods.

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After causing a ruckus at the Three Ladies' Blessing Shrine on Sararen, Milo and his companions quietly took a detour, avoiding the pursuit of all the Chaos Visionaries, and arrived at the Sararen Lord's mansion, which was the highest point of this island settlement.

At this moment, the entire city of Salarun was in complete chaos. In the Southern Territory, where the concept of political rule was weak and religious deity worship was the main theme, such a major incident suddenly broke out. It was almost a sign of natural disaster or divine wrath. In any case, there were countless ways to interpret it in the eyes of the ignorant believers.

This includes even the so-called Lords of Salaren.

To Milo's slight surprise, when the four of them sneaked into the other mansion, the elderly lord had already slit his own throat with a dagger to atone for his sins.

The strangest thing was that, in addition to the wound on his throat, the lord's right hand had been neatly severed at the wrist and was lying to the side...

Everyone could only assume that this was part of Salalen's unusual suicide procedure.

"His reaction was quite quick."

Yan muttered something to himself.

The chaos in the underground settlement had only just begun when he slit his own throat. It's not hard to imagine how terrifying the Three Ladies of Sorrow were in the eyes of the Southern Believers.

However, for visionaries like Milo, sometimes the dead are far more valuable than the living.

So he casually dug a hole in the backyard of the lord's mansion, buried the still-warm body, mumbled a perfunctory eulogy common to humans in the dream world, and then directly entered the perspective of the deceased's spirit.

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Sararen was just an ordinary, lower-class believer.

He once believed in the bloodline of the gods, just like the other people of the South, and longed for everything in that ancient bloodline.

Throughout his arduous and long first half of life, he served the so-called descendants of the gods, taking away from him one by one all kinds of offerings, resources, plundered treasures, and even his own children—every living and dead creature that could be sacrificed.

But the will of Oribar Island never reciprocated the pious, aged soul's devotion, just as it did with the other ordinary believers, taking their offerings for granted.

It's a very cliché plot: the old lord only realizes as his life is about to end that he has never seen the blessings bestowed by the gods, nor has he ever seen the faces of the gods' descendants. He can hardly even remember the faces of his descendants who were sent to Oriba Island as sacrifices, or those who died in the sacrificial rituals.

Fear, anger, and resentment began to surface deep within his aging soul.

It was precisely during this period that new deities descended.

The three goddesses of Mon'en saved countless islanders during a catastrophic hurricane, and Salaron was one of Mon'en's settlements.

Since then, the faith in Bloodborne has begun to fade in the hearts of the people of this land, while the image of the three goddesses has gradually taken root in their hearts.

Because in the temple of the three goddesses, those who are devout can truly resonate with the will of the gods. You can hear the goddesses whispering in your ear, and they will soothe your pain with the gentlest voice. If you can fulfill the requests made by the three goddesses, they will also bestow upon you knowledge, strength, and even power...

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The shift from one deity to another unfolded so logically and smoothly in the seas centered around Salarun.

People like Lord Salaren are practically everywhere.

They would only think how wise it was to switch allegiance to the three goddesses, and how lucky they were to be favored by them.

Looking back on the old lord's life, there wasn't much difference between the beginning and the end. He followed his bloodline in the most humble manner, serving it his entire life. At the end, he suddenly realized his mistake and regretted it deeply. When the new god appeared, he seemed to see a chance for redemption. So he once again became the young man he once was, working diligently and humbly. This unwavering devotion permeated his entire life, but it never came to fruition.

In the end, even a soft sigh from the new god in his ear was enough to bring him unprecedented comfort.

At this point, he had probably forgotten about his descendants and people who died in sacrifices and rituals. What should they be considered?

He was old and frail, and he was no longer able to complete any of the bounty orders.

The goddess would not prolong his life for his devotion.

But he felt he had been redeemed.

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The life of an ordinary person, or rather, the life of a believer at the bottom of society, is so pathetic and hateful in the face of the gods.

In the end, the news that all the temples had been destroyed easily crushed the lord, and he ended his life prematurely, even before his natural death.

Perhaps he felt that it was his dereliction of duty, or a desecration of the goddess, that such a thing had happened in the settlement he led.

Even as he died, he was still clutching the emblem of the Three Goddesses tightly in his arms.

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To Milo's disappointment, the old man didn't have much valuable information about the Three Goddesses in his memory.

Just as the memory of the dead was finally frozen at the moment he slit his own throat, and was about to end, a few eerie glimmers of light suddenly appeared in the gradually darkening perspective.

Then Milo began to hear some intermittent sobbing.

The voice sounded very old and hoarse.

Milo is still frozen in the perspective of the dead old lord, who is lying flat on the ground, and the ceiling he can see is being slowly swallowed and decomposed by some dark matter.

But then, a hunched figure draped in a cloak entered the blurry field of vision.

She was a thin, short old woman.

The low, hoarse sound of crying drifted out from under her hood.

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"You still managed to track me down here, so what was the point?"

"O soul that devours fear..."

"What exactly do you want by killing my believers and destroying my temples?"

"Didn't those deaths really teach you the slightest lesson?"

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Once again, Milo, from the perspective of the undead, broke free of his shackles and began a conversation that should never have happened.

He knew who the old witch in front of him was, so he didn't waste any words and asked directly:

"What about the girl?"

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"Stupid!"

"We've come this far, and you still can't understand my father's good intentions? Think about it carefully. Think about what a great cause you've entered into. The gods have scattered, and a new order must be rebuilt. The future Mount Kadas may be yours for the taking. The next era will surely have a place for you. This is the path you should take, not clinging to the past. Don't you understand?!"

The elderly woman among the three sorrowful ladies is almost scolding Milo's soul.

In the latter part of her speech, there was no trace of pity or bitterness in her tone.

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"Fuck you, give Enid back."

(End of this chapter)