Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 805 Arrival of Each Person
The blurry full moon hanging behind this fantastical space bears the silhouette of a hunched old hag.

His original position has been taken by Milo.

He stood on the water, holding Enid's diary in his hand.

The spiraling black flames of sin raged wildly around his body like countless sharp claws.

...

Milo's hands were covered in cracks in the skin, flesh, and bone, but the warm side of the sinful fire was rapidly healing them.

The fist seemed to still carry fragments of the Goddess of Tears' body, but they quickly disintegrated into dust and smoke.

He put the diary into his pocket.

"Don't you know it's very impolite to casually read someone else's diary?"

...

The Goddess of Tears' entire body was stuck together into dozens of equally spaced broken patterns along the trajectory of that punch, as if it had been flattened, but in reality, it had been infinitely stretched in space.

Her face was on the frontmost layer, her features distorted.

After a painful howl, the body, which had been blasted into dozens of overlapping layers, retracted like a spring, emitting a series of strange crackling sounds.

...

Milo had no idea which level the Three Ladies of Sorrow belonged to among the various life levels of the superior beings.

They seem to be distinct from all other superior beings; they are neither shadows, nor CCDs, nor gods.

Milo felt no pressure from the goddess of tears, but rather a deeper mental strain than that of the Four Horsemen of Favor. This mental strain could be understood as mental stress, like the feeling an ordinary person experiences when they accidentally come into contact with an evil tome…

Besides that, there was an indescribable sadness that permeated everything.

Unlike traditional deities, the three ladies chose to harness the order of the abyss, which even the gods of dreams shunned, for their own use…

But no matter what, His position is still that of a superior.

What Milo just did was punch through the outline of this superior with his lower-level power.

He embodies too many elements of "Anti-God Special Attack".

One is his talent for devouring fear, and the other is the sinful fire that burns away faith. Milo is not lacking in the power of faith that the gods are most adept at; he even takes on the complexities of humanity that the gods dare not accept.

Such an anti-deity polymer, placed in the dreamlike realm where the gods establish order, is indeed a sinner deeply tainted by original sin.

...

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The sorrowful kin who had pried open their two broken ribs one by one, turning them into bloody fangs, were only now recovering from Milo's first wave of attack.

Especially when they saw their beloved god being so blasphemed, they howled even more wildly and rushed toward Milo without regard for their lives.

Even those creatures that were initially annihilated after being grazed by the fists would emerge again from the broken lanterns, regenerating torsos, limbs, and a head full of eyeballs. This time, they would be enormous, as if countless sorrowful familiars had been crushed, compressed, and remolded, with countless writhing limbs hanging from their bodies. Each of the original heads of ordinary familiars had become the densely packed eyeballs on their current gigantic head...

So, half of the clan rushed towards Milo's back.

Half of them continued their frantic pursuit of Nanwei City's border.

"roll!"

The surging hordes of their kind were first swept across by two scorching beams of light, all of them being cut in half at the waist.

Before the debris had completely dispersed, the giant kin's hand had already reached out and touched the shrinking border of Nanwei City, and forcefully halted the trend of the border shrinking.

Whoosh! ! !
At that moment, an arrow from the direction of the snake ship struck the giant familiar precisely between the eyebrows, exploding and sending countless enormous eyeballs, each carrying a nerve ending, flying everywhere.

What followed was Yan's unreasonable and disruptive attack.

He stumbled as he confronted the clan, then landed on the spot, tearing apart the arm that was gripping the border of Nanwei City like a wild beast, sending various writhing limbs and severed parts flying everywhere.

With another sudden leap, he passed right through the chest of the giant familiar and headed towards the vicinity of the full moon where Milo was.

Behind Yan, a red-skinned girl hovered high in the air, her eyes burning with deathly light at its most intense level, and two beams of light shattered the giant familiar.

Then came a dragon's roar that ended the battle, instantly pulverizing the scattered limbs into dust.

...

Someone who didn't know better might think these people had rehearsed.

At this moment, Woti Iger, who was lying among the fishing boats at the port of Nanwei City, had this thought in his mind.

……

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hum! ! !
Suddenly, pieces of flesh flew everywhere among the Familia that had been lunging at Milo's back.

Within the blood mist, Yan appeared, his steps halting abruptly.

Is she the only one?

He asked Milo.

"Probably," Milo said, unsure.

"Great, I love ganging up on the weak." Yan immediately laughed.

He is no longer the Night Demon.

Yan, who possessed the Night Demon form, is dead, but the channel for the power of blood feud remains.

It can be said that Milo and Yan have both dropped a lot in level compared to their Blood Moon era selves, but this time their opponents don't seem to be very strong either.

However, it's only seemingly...

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"jingle……"

A series of crisp sounds brushed past their ears.

Before the hazy full moon in the distance, the Goddess of Tears held a string of keys in her hand. It consisted of a large metal ring and a dozen or so ancient keys strung together within it; previously, it seemed to have been worn around her neck as some kind of ornament.

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“Our Father, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

The goddess of tears chanted a prayer in a hoarse voice.

Slowly remove one key from the bunch.

"Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

He then inserted the key he had taken out into his forehead.

Then He began to turn the key quickly.

One lap... two laps...

...

You can clearly hear the terrifying sound of the metal key tearing through flesh and scraping against bones.

During this process, the aura of the Goddess of Tears continued to rise.

The key seemed to unlock certain properties for Him.

For example, the oppressive feeling of divinity that Milo had not felt before was now beginning to show.

...

However, neither Milo nor Yan are the type to stand around during cutscenes waiting for their opponent to fully transform.

The moment the Goddess of Tears placed the key between their eyebrows, the two of them had already made their move.

If we don't act now, when will we?

Flames and shadows appeared simultaneously before the Goddess of Tears.

Yan grabbed the key collar from the Goddess of Tears' hand, put it around her neck and strangled her tightly, while Milo unleashed a torrent of sinful flames and the power of fear upon her.

But the next second, this not-at-all-exciting combo was broken.

Yan, who was in charge of controlling the Goddess of Tears, was suddenly knocked away by some gray shadow and dragged across the sea for hundreds of meters at an extremely fast speed. Even Milo, who was right next to him, barely had time to react.

"Uh-huh..."

The Goddess of Tears dodged Milo's attack and retreated in a sorry state. She continued to frantically turn the key between her eyebrows, making strange sounds that were sometimes painful and sometimes pleasurable.

A frenzied, distorted expression began to dance across her aged, decaying face. She kept repeating words like "Father" and "Lord," interspersed with intermittent sobs...

...

It was too late to give chase at this point.

A strong sense of oppression from those in power is ever-present.

The Goddess of Tears had stopped turning the key, pulled it from between her brows, and hung it back around her neck.

When He opened His eyes again, they were filled with the same deep, mysterious color as the starry sky.

The aura of decay and corruption that once permeated Him has been swept away, and the power contained in His every move has risen from that of an ordinary superior to that of the Old Ones, the Shadow of the Old Ones, and even stronger…

On His back, two wings were spread out.

Unlike the living wings of a hybrid winged creature, the pair of wings on the back of the Goddess of Tears were stone sculptures, unable to move. Combined with her already hunched and frail body, they looked very strange, as if she were overwhelmed by a heavy burden.

……

Look at the other side.

The gray shadow that had knocked Yan over didn't stop immediately; instead, it rushed towards the direction of the snake boat in the distance.

The shadow fell on the water's surface at the boundary line of Nanwei City, forcefully halting the trend of the boundary line shrinking.

More and more members of the clan crossed the boundary line and jumped into the water. After several rounds, they appeared on the other side of the water, on the coast of Nanwei City.

...

At this moment, everyone was finally able to see the true form of the gray shadow.

She appeared as a young adult woman, with a tall and broad figure. The blurry shadows of snakes and insects were wrapped around her left forearm. Although her face showed some signs of haggardness and sorrow, she was still much more normal than the Goddess of Tears.

She is also one of the three ladies of sorrow, the goddess of sighs.

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"Xiao Yan!"

Yan shouted into the distance.

It must be admitted that although this couple is usually crazy and unserious, their tacit understanding at crucial moments is extremely high. Yan doesn't even need to say anything; the little girl Yanmo understands instantly.

She did not attack the Goddess of Sighs, nor did she approach the battlefield on Yan's side. Instead, she plunged into the sea and chose to intercept the Sorrowful Clan on the side of Nanwei City.

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Freya was far more rebellious than Xiao Yan. She frantically stimulated her ancient dragon bloodline, forcing herself to transform into a dragon and unleashing a dragon roar at the young goddess of sighs.

But the next second, before she had fully transformed into a dragon, she was slammed over by a tremendous force. Her wings could not withstand the terrifying pressure, and her entire body was crushed into the water.

As a result, the snake ship was also sunk.

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"Can you learn from me how to discipline your woman?"

Yan had already moved to the side of the Goddess of Sighs and had taken on most of the force from her left hand.

But what he said was meant for Milo, who was far away.

(End of this chapter)