Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 831 The Chosen One

It's still that small village on the border of the Golden Kingdom.

Topria Tavern.

"This is the second time today that someone has come in and asked me for juice. It's fucking weird."

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The tavern owner, awakened at the bar, grumbled and cursed.

The new customer who came to his door asked him for a "drink other than alcohol".

He said that the only orange in his kitchen had been sold a few hours earlier, and now he could only offer cold water or crucian carp soup.

Then the boss slapped his forehead and realized, "Damn it, it's not for sale! Those two bastards didn't pay!"

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"I have a mission to perform, so I can't drink alcohol. Cold water will do."

The new, unfamiliar customer probably thought the tavern owner was afraid he wouldn't pay, so he placed a temple stone the size of a thumbnail on the bar.

The boss raised an eyebrow and immediately told the kitchen staff to boil water.

They quickly wiped the bar counter clean.

"A mission? Judging from your attire, you seem to be a demon hunter from out of town, as rumored. I think you might be a bit late. Demons have been extinct in the Golden Kingdom for a long time. I mean, you might be thousands of years late."

The guest's attire was quite unfamiliar to the people of Gold.

The strange hat and black cloak, along with the creaking sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor, suggested that he was equipped with many hidden weapons. This reminded the shopkeeper of the Witcher who roamed the borders of the Western Continent. However, this profession has another, more down-to-earth name in other places—Scavenger, which can be considered a derivative profession of the Wandering Spirit Visioner.

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The stranger did not respond to the owner's speculation about his identity, but calmly sat down at the bar.

At this moment, the tavern owner noticed that it wasn't just the one-eyed man who had entered; there seemed to be something bouncing around outside the bar.

He peeked out and saw a grayish-white furry ball tugging at the edge of the bar, trying to climb up.

"Your pet cat is quite good-looking..."

The boss couldn't think of a suitable description for this strange hybrid, so he simply left it at that.

The one-eyed man glanced expressionlessly at the furry ball scurrying around the bar and said, "In some civilizations, it's what you call a demon."

This remark immediately made the tavern owner and the other drunken people in the tavern burst into laughter.

"a ha ha ha."

However, it wasn't the sarcastic kind of laughter, but rather the kind of venting, uproaring laughter of a bored middle-aged man.

The tavern owner, in particular, almost choked from laughing at something that wasn't funny at all, and nearly coughed up phlegm that had been stuck in his throat for twenty years:
"Cough cough cough!!! You're the most humorous out-of-towner I've ever met. I actually hope that's what a real demon looks like, hahaha..."

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The one-eyed man never imagined that his casual remark would perfectly capture the interests of these old and middle-aged Deng players.

It's like in another universe, chatting with some veteran anime fans and suddenly talking about a certain comic book character, and Pandora's chatterbox was opened and couldn't be stopped.

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"This is the real demon."

The tavern owner pulled out an old book thicker than a coffin lid from under the bar.

The text is densely covered with information about the race of "demons" in various ancient scripts, including professional skeletal research reports and sketches.

"Why do I say you've arrived thousands of years late? This land was a den of demons in ancient times, and all other races were enslaved by them."

"They come from deep within the earth's crust; they are the product of the fusion of ancient elements and an indomitable will."

"See this? That's Dark Magde. And this is Balrog."

"Anything that has evolved from natural elements having its own will is collectively called a monster."

"This place was once a decaying land abandoned by the gods, regarded as a rotten and incurable den of demons."

"Humans and other races are enslaved here forever, slaughtered and trampled like livestock."

"Until the holy light of the Golden Tree descends."

"The first thing the Golden Tree God did after descending was to uproot the demonic obstacles that were rooted in this land, completely cleanse it, and liberate all the races of the Golden Land."

"She united the strength of all races, established sects and armies to fight against the demon races. Sorcerers preached for her, saintesses sang for her, black swords and knights fought for her, and the powerful blade of law..."

"That was the first battle recorded in the golden history."

"So you've come to the wrong place. The source of evil here has long been eradicated, and the gold remains forever."

"The hatred between the Golden People and the demons was settled thousands of years ago. You will absolutely not find any demons here. However, if you are interested, you can stay for a while. Perhaps after you have witnessed the holy radiance of the Golden Law and felt the gentleness under the shade of the trees, you will become one of us. Hahaha."

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The old men and women in the village didn't seem to care about the feelings of the outsider in front of them. They were simply using the alcohol to express themselves freely, and were completely immersed in reminiscing about their glorious past.

The one-eyed man was quite patient.

He waited until the old folks' enthusiasm had waned a little before tapping the table with his knuckles to remind them:

"My water."

The shop owner then realized what was happening and turned back to fetch water.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming right away."

In his spare time, the one-eyed man also flipped through the tavern owner's crumpled book with great interest. It did indeed contain a lot of information about ancient demons.

This is like a collection of archaeological finds, and the pride and longing of the Golden People for the glorious years when they followed the Golden Tree God in their conquests are clearly visible between the lines of this collection.

This includes not only reverence for the tree god, but also hatred for the ancient demon race from that painful era.

This is something written into the Golden Law.

It urged the people of Gold to remember their humiliating past and never forget the great merits of the Tree God.

It serves the same purpose as the stone tablet at the village entrance, which is inscribed with the names of past legal figures.

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Demons from the depths, creatures from other dimensions, and threats from the stars—one calamity after another—were fought by the Golden Tree and its people, bringing them the peace and tranquility they enjoy today. This memory is deeply rooted in the souls and faith of all the Golden People.

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When the gods depart, and this part of the will, accumulated over thousands of years and no longer under divine control, awakens in some alternative way, its will will only be to firmly uphold the Golden Law.

This product has a more common name—incarnation.

That is, the agent of the will of the gods.

Every superior will cultivate and develop their own incarnation, accepting the faith from believers. There are countless ways to do this, such as selecting from outstanding disciples or, like an external deity, directly splitting themselves to give birth to offspring.

Others, however, select qualified chosen ones...

Because they have forgotten about time, the Chosen Ones will also target the potential "evil spirits" within the Golden Kingdom.

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hum-

From the depths of the temple on the Golden Shade Highlands.

A terrifying, almost savage force shot out as a beam of light.

The holy light of that beam almost completely illuminated the golden kingdom under the full moon, and the golden people, who had just awoke from their slumber, briefly thought that the Golden Tree God had returned.

Everyone felt that power and vibrant vitality.

However, the holy light only lasted for a moment.

After the beam of light was emitted, it fell straight down into the coastal area of ​​the territory.

Right where the snake boat was located.

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Bang——————

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Yan's reaction speed was fast enough.

The moment he sensed something was amiss, he spread his Night Demon Wings to protect the snake ship.

But it was overturned in an instant.

For the first time, he experienced the intense pain of the Night Demon's body being burned.

First came the extreme sense of oppression, followed by the deafening roar of the snake ship shattering.

Then my vision was completely replaced by blinding light, and intense tinnitus blocked out all external information.

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As the one who directly confronted the beam of light, Night Demon was knocked back. His body almost flattened all the coastal reefs and finally smashed through a hill near the sea, causing the earth to shake violently.

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The holy light of the Golden Rule shines continuously.

From the night sky to the surging sea, the entire space was compressed to the point of being overburdened.

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But Yan rushed out of the collapsed mountain ruins immediately.

Ignoring the still-burning wounds on his body, he fully unleashed his Night Demon form this time. Black smoke surged from his body, his scorching three-lobed eyes spewed out tongues of fire, and his wings slammed against the ground as he charged straight toward the area where the snake ship had been.

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The snake boat has been reduced to ruins, with half of it scattered on the shore and the other half lying in the sea.

After the steam stirred up by the scorching beam of light in the seawater slowly dissipated, the first thing to be revealed was the two severed snake-like bodies of Woti Ig, which were already devoid of any life.

The wreckage contained many fragments of snake-people's limbs; the crew members were not even able to leave behind complete corpses.

Behind the thick smoke was a figure covered in golden holy light.

He coldly observed his masterpiece.

She was still holding Xiao Yan's neck in her left hand. At this moment, Xiao Yan had lost consciousness and was on the verge of death.

……

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"Have the monsters started invading the Golden Lands again...?"

He seemed to be thinking about something, muttering to himself.

The Night Demon crashed down from the sky, accompanied by Yan's furious roar:

"Let her go, you son of a bitch!"

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However, a flash of golden light appeared.

The man, bathed in holy light, easily dodged the Night Demon's attack and reappeared on the other side of the coast.

Yan's attempt failed.

However, once the other party emerged from the mist, their face became fully visible.

It's Dirac.

The deacon of that church, De La Chaux, as I remember him.

However, his bare body was covered with intricate, golden patterns, and a golden tree totem appeared on his chest. His expression was indifferent, with a hint of confusion.

Except that his face still looks like Dillah Shaw's...

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(End of this chapter)