Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 788 Guidance
"Perhaps the Four Horsemen are right. You are nothing but a lowly, foolish soul, who will never truly rise above the order. My father has misjudged you."

The older woman among the three sad ladies was very disappointed with Milo's attitude.

But Milo had already seen through the malice hidden behind that feigned disappointment.

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"I said, fuck your mother, give that girl back! What kind of Four Horsemen are you talking about? I'll kill those four freaks with my own hands sooner or later. Before that, I'll kill you three bitches first!"

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"Those who only know how to talk big, barely able to save themselves, yet they want to save others? How laughable... She's nothing but a dream weaver intoxicated with delusion. Her life alone led to the downfall of all the gods. If she can't even understand this debt..."

"Don't forget! You sent away the Dream Gods, the victors of the Star Wars! That girl can't come back, and she has to die completely! She can't exist in any era—now, in the future, in the past! Otherwise, the gods might use her as a conduit to open a path back to the Dream Realm."

"You think destroying the tombstone dream will eliminate future troubles? Foolish!"

"Without my father's many schemes in the shadows, how could you possibly outwit the gods with your meager abilities?"

"Many of them have the means to return to the point in time before the destruction of the Tombstone Dream. Once they find an escape route at that moment, our grand plan will be ruined!"

"If the gods truly return, who do you think will be the first to be purged?"

The sorrowful old woman gently stroked Milo's (the old lord's) cheek with her sharp, broken fingernails, her eyes filled with amusement and disdain.

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From the perspective of the undead, Milo was indeed helpless; he was merely an observer of everything.

The old woman among the three sorrowful ladies must have thought the same thing.

But the next second, all the emotions in her eyes were replaced by astonishment.

Because the dying Milo (the old lord) suddenly raised his hand and gripped her cloak collar tightly. His old and withered hand, in the face of death, actually burst forth with terrifying power, forcibly dragging the old woman, who was as noble as a "god," to a position very close to him.

The dying Milo (lord) stared intently into the old woman's horrified eyes with his dark pupils.

He uttered those words, one by one:
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old brat?! If you're really not afraid of me, why are you hiding?"

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This sudden turn of events terrified the old woman. She used her fingernails to cut off Milo's (the lord's) right hand, which was gripping her cloak, and fled in panic.

At this point, the perspective of the undead faded away completely amidst the lord's carefree laughter.

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Milo had already done this kind of conversation, which transcends the order of time, from the perspective of the dead, back when he first became a Spirit Visionist. However, he didn't quite grasp the knack, nor did he need to, since doing so would make him a target for the dogs.

Considering that the person being talked to last time this happened was a raven, it could be understood that only specific individuals have a chance of triggering similar events.

But this time, Milo not only engaged in a dialogue that transcended the order of time, but also crossed the boundaries of space, manipulating the divine body of Lord Salaron.

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Milo, having ended the vengeful spirit's gaze, stood up, glanced at the lord's right hand, which had rolled into a corner of the hall and thus been overlooked, and then looked down at his own right hand.

That scene actually happened.

The lord's hand had already been cut off long before Milo and his men arrived.

But the significance of that action went beyond that. Through the fleeting terror in the eyes of the three sorrowful ladies, Milo saw some clues.

That was his real purpose...

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This spying from the undead's perspective took quite a while. When Milo woke up, he found that Yan and the other two were already fighting with the Chaos Visors who had broken into the lord's mansion. Milo could hear Yan's strange cries from a great distance in the backyard.
"Okay friends! Take your time, one at a time!"

"Everyone must die!!"

"Rumble..."

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Chaos Visors are essentially no different from normal Visors in other areas, except that their source of power is different—it's a different kind of vision created by the Abyss Chaos mimicking a blessing. However, their usage is the same. Compared to Bloodborne followers, these Chaos Visors who have converted to the Three Ladies are relatively more "advanced," as they can use sorcery and magic. However, even the strongest Visors in the Salaron settlement haven't yet reached the threshold of higher levels, and their hastily assembled group is utterly vulnerable against Milo and his companions.

After breaking through the blockade of the Chaos Visioners, the four "sinners" left triumphantly.

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Soon after.

The snake boat set sail again.

On deck, Milo spread out the surrounding nautical charts he had recently collected from Lord Salaren's mansion, marked the densely packed islands, and then handed them to the snake-people crew on the ship, instructing them to proceed along this route.

This route has actually deviated from the original plan to go to Oriba Island.

Although the snake-people crew members were somewhat confused, they had no choice but to obey orders.

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Milo gleaned the clue through the eyes of the sorrowful old woman.

The three ladies of sorrow chose to settle in the Southern Reach not simply to plunder the faith of this garden of the gods, but also for another important purpose, the same as Milo's original intention.

“Those three old hags are also looking for that city,” Milo told Yan.

"Do you really believe that Enid's soul is powerful enough to create another Nanwei City in the Dreamland?" Yan looked at Milo and asked seriously.

Milo gazed at the vast sea in silence for a moment, then replied:

"Actually, she mentioned a long time ago that she had some strange dreams, and sometimes she even attributed the strange things she saw when she was awake to dreams... In a sense, we are now in her dream."

“I understand what you mean. Since she mentioned it, that makes things easier.” Yan shrugged, then asked, “So, why do those three old hags also want to find the city from her dream?”

“Perhaps they think Enid is hiding there, and in their plan, Enid must be killed in every moment—present, past, and future—otherwise the gods might escape and return,” Milo said.

"It means we need to find that city first, or take care of those three crazy women beforehand..." Yan made a throat-cutting gesture.

"That's roughly the idea," Milo nodded.

……

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On the other side of the deck, Xiao Yan and Freya, one tall and one short, sat on the railing.

Xiao Yan: "Can you understand what they're saying?"

Freya shook her head.

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Just as Milo and Yan had finalized their route and general plan, several light blue characters suddenly appeared on the deck.

"Ok?"

When Milo saw those bouncy characters, he was stunned for several seconds before excitedly rushing over to take a look.

The runes have already formed a message on the ground, the message of which is very brief—

"Central Islands, Muta, this is the right path."

Noscia's advice.

This is the guidance that Milo has been most looking forward to on his journey.

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At that very moment, the crew, who were following the route marked on the map by Milo and ordering adjustments to their course, suddenly heard a loud shout from the deck:
"Give me the map!"

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(End of this chapter)