Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 823 Human Nature

Terrifying spiraling black flames, red-hot bullets.

There was also the Flame Demon Death Ray, which, due to insufficient range, crashed into the sea halfway through its attack.

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Perhaps at first glance, the strongest creature on the serpent ship was Ig's son, Voti, but little did they know that Voti was merely a guide.

They are ranked in the Old Ones, enjoying a supreme position in the Southern Territory that is unmatched by anyone below the gods. They haven't spoken of words like war for countless years. Beings like Milo and his companions, who crawled out of piles of corpses from the apocalypse, are beyond their comprehension.

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Moreover, the black flames that can burn faith have a powerful effect on these pure incarnations who do not possess a physical body.

When Milo appeared like a ghost among the incarnations, it was destined to be an unfair torture.

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Screams and wails rose and fell, pleas for mercy were completely incoherent, flames crackled, and the hospital staff's follow-up shots were swift and decisive.

Some were injured, some fled, and some died.

Oh wait, I won't die.

The blessings and faith they embody are probably the purest in the entire Dreamland. Unlike the order of other temples, the faith in the Southern Realm is not solely dedicated to that one god. Therefore, after the gods lost their way, there was no large-scale outbreak of faith worms here. The reason is that these incarnations of sacred objects accumulated over countless years are receiving the faith.

Although they are weak, they are immortal in a narrow sense.

And because of their weakness, the gods only gave them one task: to search for the chosen ones, that is, the beings who might give birth to the next generation of Vovados for the gods.

They'd never seen anything like this before.

A genuine Shadow, capable of going toe-to-toe with the CCD, and a female chief enforcer who holds countless old lives in her hands.

Now, he didn't even have the desire to beg for mercy.

Before they could even cry, they abandoned most of their shattered incarnations, retaining only their souls, and began a frantic escape.

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On the vast sea, five afterimages of avatars shot off in different directions at high speed, as if afraid of being half a beat slower than their companions and becoming charred souls under the black flames.

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Milo, in any case, didn't chase after them to beat them up when they were down.

He collected the fragments he had torn from his avatars from the sea, circled them in the air to make sure he hadn't left anything behind, and then returned directly to the deck of the snake ship.

Is it appropriate to let them go back?

Xiao Yan lay on the fence with his head stretched out the whole time but failed to hit any of the avatars, and was somewhat frustrated at the moment.

But Milo ignored her.

Because the Night Demon had also returned to the airspace above the snake ship, flapping its black wings.

The black mist dissipated, and he landed steadily on the deck.

Yan threw the pile of jingling items hanging from his body onto the ground:
"Look what great stuff I found!"

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"Wow--"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"I am the child of God! Child of God! You cannot kill me!!!"

"Please, please let me go, I can't die..."

"die…"

"Wow--"

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This was absolutely the most childish plea for mercy Milo had ever heard.

It was the wailing of those incarnations.

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Lying on the ground are three rings, a silver cup, and a carved gemstone.

There are five items in total.

This corresponds to the five relic avatars who had previously fled in a frenzy. Like the avatar encountered in the Zhar settlement, those who failed to become Vovados's "discarded products" were all sealed into relic avatars, becoming beings similar to the Exiled Shadows.

Yan did not participate in the battle; instead, he went to search for their respective hiding places.

Now that escape is hopeless and even the sacred artifact has been taken back, the incarnations of will are utterly despondent.

Their fear of death far exceeds that of any person in a position of power.

Because before they became those in power, they had already tasted the bitterness of death, the ultimate fear, loneliness, and helplessness.

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Milo crouched down and examined the ancient and exquisite artifacts created by the gods on the ground.

He muttered a curse in a deep voice:
"Shut up!"

Instantly, the five avatars were so frightened that they dared not even breathe.

At that moment, Rebecca also jumped down from the watchtower.

Milo jokingly asked her:
"See if there's anything you like?"

"Thanks, the original seven bastards here are already annoying enough." Rebecca not only didn't complain, but also took off the brass ring that sealed the seven members of the Exiled Shadows from her hand and threw it back to Milo.

Milo slipped the ring onto his finger, glanced at the seven figures that had appeared on the deck, ignored their frantic sign language, and turned to Rebecca to ask:

"You gave me back the ring, so why did you keep my severed hand?"

"None of your business. I stole it from someone else, and what's stolen is mine." She subconsciously covered the withered, broken hand hanging under her trench coat.

"Whatever, whatever."

Milo waved his hand.

Anyway, he's already grown a new one, so that thing isn't really of any use to him anymore.

Then, he instructed Rick to put the five sacred objects away.

"I'm entrusting it to you for safekeeping."

Rick grabbed a rag and wrapped the few relics on the ground up:

"No problem! Next time, could you get me some living ones? I mean, dead ones are fine too, but at least they should have a physical body..."

"Why are you making so many demands? There are minors here, so don't say anything that might scare them!" Milo warned him.

At this moment, Xiao Yan looked up at Yan, still confused, and asked:

"Minors? Who here is a minor?"

"I don't know, he must be talking nonsense." Yan patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder.

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at the same time.

The Kingdom of Kem, located far to the southwest coast of the western continent.

"Damn it, he's still a minor!"

Imnar, draped in a long robe, trampled a middle-aged male priest underfoot.

They are on trial.

Or it could be called execution.

The incident began when a mother, while praying to the gods, accused a clergyman at the Hooked Finger Temple of threatening her seven-year-old child…

At this point, the twisted and distorted lines on Imnar's body were gone.

Her face no longer bore the terrifying appearance of a single eye, nor did it resemble that of a goddess priestess from the temple of hooking fingers.

It took the form of a young human male.

This was not its own choice of appearance, nor did it utilize its fractal innate order. Even it couldn't remember when it began to "grow" into this form. Perhaps it was how the Kem people thought it should look, or perhaps it was due to its long-term acceptance of humanity...

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People call it the forerunner, the priest, or the heavenly father.

Under Imnar's guidance, the Kem people tried the twisted priest and hanged him on a cliff by the sea.

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(End of this chapter)