Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 811 Star Beast

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"Hey you."

"Finally woke up."

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In the damp basement of this gloomy city's south, filled with the smell of formaldehyde and inexplicable barbecue.

Adamir slowly woke up. The effects of the anesthetic made it almost impossible for him to open his eyelids. Through his half-closed eyes, he saw a blurry image of a thin man wearing a white coat.

The man wore a mask, and the lenses of his glasses reflected the light of a kerosene lamp.

So even when he got very close to Adamir and pried open his eyelids with his hand, he still couldn't see the other person's true face.

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"Butch said you were washed ashore by the waves and that you're already dead."

"This kid is hopeless; he can't even tell the difference between the living and the dead."

"You...you don't look like a local."

“I don’t mean any regional discrimination. I’m just saying that it’s generally difficult for people from other places to come here.”

"Oh, this damn thunder. Don't panic. This is normal local weather. The waves outside the harbor are always big, but they won't affect the city."

"But don't worry, this is an inclusive city."

"As for your injuries..."

"Actually, there's no need to worry. I checked the steel door and SZQ for you, and the good news is that they are both in very good condition."

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Despite the effects of the anesthesia, Adamir murmured a question:
"Where's the bad news?"

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"The bad news is, my main job isn't as a doctor." (Adjusts glasses)
"..."

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“Your mother!!”

"Hey, hey, don't get excited. The rocks have cut you in a lot of serious wounds. I just bandaged you up. You should rest and relax. Right..." (pushing an IV)
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Like some obscure cosmic law, weak and effeminate men always seem to fall into the hands of perverts by some twisted twisted nature, regardless of the level of perversion...

The person in the dark basement is definitely not a doctor.

He could be considered an American who worked in the law enforcement autopsy department and aspired to become a classical music connoisseur.

Rick, a respected law enforcement officer, is a law enforcement officer who dislikes sunbathing.

However, after his tumultuous journey through the gravel desert, Rick has now returned to Nanwei City with a completely new identity.

He could also be a classical poet.

Or a necromancer?
Of course, this special identity comes from the tattered book of poems he dug up in the gravel desert—"Children of the Giant Stone".

After Rick experienced the entire process of a traveler's death in the gravelly desert through an incomplete death, he came to understand the first poem in the collection, "Leaving the Ancient Land."

He truly left the ancient land and arrived directly at his final resting place—Nanwei City in the Dreamland—as a deceased person.

He returned to his familiar job.

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Just after Rick successfully lulled the new "ingredient" to sleep, he suddenly noticed a muffled sound coming from the small box where he kept his tattered poetry collection, as if something was hitting the inner shell of the box.

"This is again..."

He took off his gloves, carefully removed the box from the cabinet, and then took out a set of keys to unlock the three locks on it.

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The moment he opened the box, a section of the poetry scroll inexplicably broke off and, as if drawn by some force, began to flutter and dance around the room. Rick rubbed his eyes, confirming that what was indeed dancing back and forth under the kerosene lamplight was the section of the poetry scroll.

He stood on tiptoe and reached out to grab it.

But the poem cleverly evaded it.

The poem seemed to be deliberately teasing Rick, hovering at a height he could barely reach, even though he could fly much higher.

Rick seized the opportunity to jump and grab it, but it still dodged him precisely.

I tried several times in a row.

He even accidentally turned on the phonograph.

Thus, surrounded by a host of cold, invasive instruments and victims draped in white cloth awaiting burial, the coroner and a fragment of a poem from his collection, accompanied by the majestic melody of "The Day of Wrath of the Gods," staged a dance of cat and mouse.

From the autopsy workbench to the corridor, to the morgue…

The carousel was filled with clattering and crashing; alcohol was spilled, the victim's finger was stepped on, cutlery was scattered, and wine glasses were broken...

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Rick, with his hands on his knees, bent over and panting, still couldn't reach even a corner of the poem.

The poem seemed to have grown tired of it, and it flashed by at the entrance to the stairwell leading to the ground floor before disappearing without a trace.

At this point, Rick was completely out of the running.

He had no choice but to run back to the basement and carefully put away the remaining fragments of the poem.

There are only four poems in the fragments of "The People of the Great Stone".

Now, all that remains of the fragmented scrolls are "Escape from the Ancient Land," "Black Desire," and "Dark Majesty." If I remember correctly, the one that flew away was the one called "Star Beast."

To prevent a similar incident from happening again, Rick put two more locks on the box and firmly pressed it under the cabinet.

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So where did the poem about the "Star Beast" that flew away go?
The poem of the Star Beast describes the story of how, after the ancient seal of the stars was loosened, a beast from outer space descended upon the Dreamland and left its bloodline there.

The Star Beasts are actually creatures collectively known as Ancient Dragons in various civilizations, and the bloodline left behind by the Star Beasts is the Xiren race.

Of course, just like the "Escape from the Ancient Lands," the poem "The Beast of the Stars" is not merely a depiction of an origin story...

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Outside the harbor of Nanwei City, Freya, ravaged by the shadow of death, floats on the sea.

After being severely damaged within the Six Kingdoms, she only managed to transform into a dragon twice in critical moments. However, the ancient dragon form is no longer sufficient for the battlefield Milo is currently facing.

She had always wanted Milo to do something, but now she felt there was nothing she could do.

Ancient Dragon's rock-like body scales were cut into countless fragments and sank into the cold seabed. Her broken humanoid body was ravaged and swept away by the waves.

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The Greeks are forever searching for the path of the ancient dragons. Even those among them with the strongest bloodline talents, who can freely transform into dragon form, are far from being able to grasp the power of a true ancient dragon. These are beings that have traveled through the stars and can roam the outer universe. The dragons that the Greeks transform into cannot even reach the height of celestial streaks. Some say that there are no true ancient dragons left in this era, and what the Greeks can transform into are only weak and powerless flying dragons that have degenerated countless times.

Despite their ability to fly and their legendary rock-like scales and bodies, they are still utterly vulnerable before true superiors and even gods.

What even Xiren didn't know was that the rock-like ancient dragon scales were not their source of power, but rather a constraint on the ancient dragon's power.

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"Gu Long's life was marked by countless 'breaking out of his shell' and rebirths." — *Star Beast*

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Within the Six Kingdoms, Freya had already been "broken" once, and now this was an even more thorough one.

The shadow of death was like a sharp razor in Aunt Shana's hand, dismantling Freya's supposedly powerful stone scales and shattering her weak and illusory ancient dragon body.

And the guidance from the poem "Star Beast" has now landed on Freya's brow and is quietly taking effect.

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(End of this chapter)