Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 809 Death
In fact, whether it was the Goddess of Tears or the Goddess of Sighs, when these two appeared one after the other, Milo's mind was relatively stable. He was aware of the crisis, but his desire for revenge was stronger.

Until the last elegant young woman appeared, he began to feel a heavy threat of death.

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The girl holding the earthenware pot is the "Dark Goddess" among the Three Ladies of Sorrow. Of the three powers revealed in the Yithian Chronicles, she wields the most terrifying death.

The girl floated lightly in the air, her feet bare.

Every inch of His skin exposed to the air was flawless and spotless. In the overall divinity of the Three Ladies, He represented the most sacred part, while the filth and decay fell upon Tears and Sighs.

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Compared to the incessantly chattering Goddess of Tears and the taciturn Goddess of Sighs, the Goddess of Darkness retains the liveliness and innocence that a young girl should have. Although everyone knows it's an illusion, if observed with the naked eye, this illusion is almost perfect.

His face always wore a serene smile, and his eyes would inadvertently reveal a touch of poignant sadness.

But His methods are the complete opposite of His outward appearance and demeanor.

"Crack..."

The girl gently touched the thin thread extending from the earthenware pot, and the slight vibration was transmitted to the end of the thread.

The body of Yan, which was hanging in mid-air behind him, immediately exploded into a mist of blood!
The torn pieces of tissue, mixed with blood, enveloped the air.

On the other side of Nanwei City, Xiao Yan, having witnessed this scene, had already begun to run wildly through the Sorrowful Clan, rushing upstream towards the passage entrance.

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The girl, having completed this action, didn't even glance at Yan behind her. She lightly flicked her fingertips, sweetly looking directly at Milo in front of her, and asked:
"You're the ones who destroyed the shrines of Salarun, aren't you? It's despicable!"

...

Milo coldly stared at the girl in mid-air.

He abandoned the dying old hag and walked straight toward the girl.

At this moment, Yan, whose internal organs were shattered and scattered everywhere, not only did not lose consciousness, but instead laughed heartily and shouted:

"Little sister, those low-level slaughterhouse methods like disemboweling won't kill your brother, you know..."

But the second half of the sentence came to an abrupt end.

His voice suddenly became hoarse and aged, and only labored breathing could be heard in the blood mist.

The gasps for breath betrayed fear and unease...

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Yan's body still possesses the narrow immortality power bestowed by the unorthodox 38-sided crystal. Even if only a single, pickled egg remains, he can come back to life, which shows how tenacious this regenerative power is.

Strictly speaking, he should be the hardest one to kill on this battlefield.

The problem is that the Dark Goddess's special power is called "Death".

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The fine lines are like blades of some kind of rule, constantly tearing and breaking through the regenerative principles on Yan's body. In the process of cutting, death is being outlined stroke by stroke.

It was a threat that penetrated to the bone; a sense of despair called death began to permeate the blood mist.

A terrifying yet subtle sound began to ripple through the air, like rotten wood being cut and crushed.

The blood mist perfectly concealed this horrific scene, but it also deepened the eerie feeling inherent in death.

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"You're wrong. All life forms can be deconstructed; the only difference is the time it takes. It might take you two some time..."

"But that's perfect, it ensures you can clearly and completely witness the deaths of everyone else, doesn't it?"

The girl tilted her head with a smile as she looked at Milo walking towards her.

Death was playing out behind him at that moment.

Meanwhile, behind Milo, the life force of the Goddess of Tears is reviving.

That vibrant energy seemed to have built a furnace behind him, baking him.

Further away, the goddess of sighs, who had been severely injured, had long since recovered and was calmly watching Milo.

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The divinity of the Three Ladies of Sorrow is only complete when all three appear together, and as their followers have passed down, none of the three goddesses, or even two of them, can be killed alone…

Because death is in their own hands.

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The girl said she wanted Milo and Yan to see the entire process of the death of the person they cared about, and she quickly put this into action.

The scorching rays from Xiao Yan blazed fiercely through the passage.

But the next second, just as her figure appeared behind the Goddess of Darkness, the girl gently touched her, and all the flaming demonic radiance on her body instantly dimmed.

The rays in his eyes disappeared, and he fell from mid-air as if he had lost his soul.

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The girl stared wide-eyed, like a child catching a small insect, carefully holding the earthenware pot and bringing it down on the unconscious Xiao Yan on the ground.

This scene, seemingly ordinary, reveals a profound and eerie atmosphere.

"You dare!!!"

Yan's roar echoed from the blood mist.

At the same time, a black spiral of flames suddenly appeared in front of the girl. The gaping mouth of the dark earthenware pot was not even as wide as the girl's fist, but it seemed to have been magnified dozens of times invisibly, about to swallow Xiao Yan whole.

Fortunately, Milo was fast enough to pull her away from under the rim of the jar in time.

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The power of fear transformed into countless hideous patterns that densely enveloped his left arm. Milo threw a punch at the girl, but ended up carrying Xiao Yan and staggering back over a hundred meters.

He could feel the little red-skinned girl on his shoulder had very little life force left, and he felt a chill run down his spine. If he had been a step slower, she would have lost her life.

Turning around, Freya was just squeezing out of the passageway of Nanwei City. Milo tossed Little Flame into her arms and then pushed her back down.

Freya held Little Flame without saying a word, just staring straight into Milo's eyes.

“Listen to me.” Milo said.

The message contained only two words, but this was the first time Freya had ever heard such a heavy and anxious tone in Milo's voice.

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Milo has no time to waste.

After he pressed Freya back down, he heard the red thunder and roar of an ancient dragon coming from the sea near the port of Nanwei City.

On this side of the passage, the three ladies of sorrow had recovered to their full strength in just a few minutes. Not only were all their injuries healed, but their triune divine essence was also no longer incomplete.

Directly in front of Yan Zheng, amidst the blood mist that was being deconstructed by death, stood the elegant figures of three ladies, led by the young girl, soaring into the air.

Perhaps even the three ladies of sorrow can't remember the last time they appeared together on the stage like this. Throughout the endless years, they have always played the role of behind-the-scenes manipulators, and have rarely been forced to reveal their true forms like they have today.

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"The fires of sin, the fear that consumes you—you are indeed filled with forbidden power. Why didn't you retrieve the Holy Communion and the blood of God?"

The girl's smile was still as endearing as ever, full of childlike innocence, but the tone of her voice sent a chill down one's spine.

"The order of the Old Gods is so boring; it's much more fun to use your own power, isn't it?"

"Your mission is to end the age of the gods, and now that it's almost complete, even if I kill you, the Heavenly Father shouldn't blame me, right?"

"You and the city behind you truly have no meaning left."

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Milo was unusually silent this time.

He didn't respond to the girl's words, but silently took off his coat, wrapped up the Yis people's chronicle and Enid's diary, and placed them on the reef.

The black flames of sin spread deep within his eyes, churning and expanding, growing ever more intense.

He didn't have many options, and using the Fog Wall was one of them when in doubt. Especially in this situation, the Fog Wall could trap him and the other two together, preventing anyone from leaving the battle and rushing into Nanwei City to find Enid.

However, unlike before, this time the fog wall was no longer gray and white, but instead incorporated black spiraling flames…

Once the fog wall is erected, even if life and death are not determined, a distinction between superior and inferior will inevitably arise.

Unless an overwhelmingly powerful life form intervenes or a divine artifact breaks through, no one can escape the fog wall.

The fog wall formed by the fire of sin has new effects compared to the old version.

The invisible and intangible power of faith from the numerous believers and their families was completely severed from the moment this fog wall domain was formed.

Because the fire of sin can burn away faith.

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"Don't forget, this also cuts off your source of faith." The girl looked at Milo calmly.

Although His tone remained calm, it was not hard to see that after the formation of the Fog Wall domain, the smile on His delicate face did not seem as sweet as before.

"I don't rely on that."

Milo shook his head.

After saying that, his body began to disintegrate at the area around his eyes.

Half of it turned into terrifying matter, and the other half into black flames.

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A mysterious change is quietly unfolding within the Fog Wall domain.

He abandoned his physical body, or rather, he sublimated his physical body.

From the very beginning, dying in the waking world, then escaping from the dream of the tombstone, and finally being retrieved from Lake Hali, his body had been destroyed countless times in this tortuous process; only his soul remained his true self.

The things accumulated in his memory, the forbidden knowledge from various ancient books, were enough to support him in entering the ranks of the superiors.

All that's missing is the opportunity that came with his first promotion to Shadow.

It was Imnar who dragged him into a narrow, nihilistic world.

That's what's missing.

Milo now understands that there is no need to enter the void world; abandoning the integrity of one's physical body is the same principle.

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So he abandoned the body he had honed all the way, transforming it into the two deepest primal forces within him: the fire of sin and the substance of fear.

Just when the three grieving ladies believed that Milo's cowardly act of choosing suicide out of desperation...

The aura of the Shadow Sequence permeated the entire Fog Wall domain.

(End of this chapter)