Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 834 Profound Creation
What did this generation of Law Blade do wrong to cause her to suffer all this now?

Who knows~
If fate truly exists, perhaps this is the suffering she was destined to endure.

...

Her once revered mentors and predecessors now stood quietly at the foot of the steps of the bed, watching Dillah Shaw tear Byrne's cervical vertebrae apart again and again.

Hastings and Luque were both stunned.

They found it incredible, but the ever-changing divine essence emanating from Dirasha made them dare not intervene.

For the utilitarian followers behind the Golden Tree, blessings are what they seek in life, a power that can fight against death, worthy of their faith and their utmost devotion.

Therefore, even though Dillah Shaw's previous identity was that of a heinous traitor, even though his will is constantly being replaced and distorted, and even faintly revealing an evil aura, none of that matters!
Importantly, he recreated the function of bestowing blessings.

The dead Byrne came back to life in his hands.

that's enough.

The only thing the Gold Saints couldn't understand was why Dillash would repeatedly kill Byrne after saving him.

However, gods never need to explain their actions.

Because His followers have countless ways and ideas to justify the actions of those in power.

To most of the Gold Rush crowd, Dillah Shaw must be conducting some kind of experiment, perhaps a test and tempering of the young blade...

...

Hastings was the first to notice the anomaly in the divine will and react accordingly.

He had, after all, witnessed the "truth" of the gods' fall in another abyss, which made him firmly believe it.

It might have been the crisp sound of his beloved student's cervical vertebrae being broken countless times that made him realize something.

Hastings, whose eyes were gradually clearing, rushed up the steps and headed towards the warm bed at the top.

However, someone was faster than him.

Just as Dillah had broken Byrne's neck countless times, a sharp screech suddenly rang in his ears—the sound of a sharp metal weapon rubbing against the air at high speed.

Then a rusty longsword appeared out of thin air to his left, stopping an inch in front of his temple.

Dirashaw didn't even make any obvious movements; he simply blocked the sword with the blessing power surging within him.

Then, a knight in tattered armor slowly emerged from the ripples in the air.

The heavy longsword was in his hand.

This person is someone I know.

...

"Oh, it's someone I know."

At this moment, Milo, who was leisurely sitting on the steps of the front hall of the Temple of the Golden Law, also muttered something.

Daisy was lying on his back, covering Milo's eyes with her two icy little hands.

However, she wasn't playing the "guess who I am" game; rather, she was presenting to Milo the scenes that the Eye of Thinking could see taking place deep within the Incubator Hall.

As for the acquaintances that Milo recognized, there were far too many.

Dillah, Hastings, Luque, the blade of the law that died and came back to life again and again.

There was also the knight carrying a longsword who launched a surprise attack. He was the crippled knight who had ambushed Milo and his party in the city of Derasrian several months ago. He was an Old One belonging to Hastings' faction.

It was said that he was nearly killed by Theon's incarnation, but he seems to have recovered quite quickly and is now lively and energetic again.

...

Even Daisy probably found the scene in the warm bed room so dramatic that she couldn't help but share what she had seen and heard with Milo.

In fact, Milo had already taken Daisy away from the filthy Moon Tower, because the Deep had already invaded the dilapidated tower.

The Hawkeye giants' eyeballs were immobile and were swallowed by the Dark Creatures before they could even roll down a few steps.

Then a huge, pus-filled tumor grew on the head of one of the deep creatures, and when the surface of the tumor tore open, a bloodshot pupil was revealed.

This peculiar method of devouring and assimilating not only absorbs the basic characteristics of living beings, but also absorbs and assimilates their souls and wills. Therefore, after swallowing the Hawkeye's eyeball, the abyssal creature launched a frenzied pursuit of Milo, seemingly harboring extremely high hatred towards him.

To be precise, its target was Daisy.

It's probably because he harbored resentment and felt hurt by being stabbed with too many shards of glass before.

...

So while Milo sat leisurely in the empty front hall of the temple watching the show, Marshall was busy outside the door torturing the deep, eagle-eyed creature.

Beating and scolding:

"You just stood there watching, huh?!"

“You look relaxed, not like you need any help.” Milo shrugged.

...

Since the Hawkeyes lost their eyeballs, Daisy became the only vessel left for the Eye of Thinking.

That's how the "Guess Who I Am" game came about.

...

The Golden Kingdom is currently bustling with activity.

The earliest creatures to emerge from the Deep were crude and simple, consisting of arthropods with relatively ugly shapes.

But it is, after all, a product of chaos, and the characteristics of chaos need no further explanation.

Extreme absorption and assimilation, followed by unrestrained development and rampant growth...

Not only are living organisms the raw materials for their evolution, but all matter, energy, and even the existing order within the Golden Kingdom can serve as inspiration for their differentiation.

You can see that the mysterious creature that broke into the residents' kitchen transformed its dense thorns into spoon shapes a few minutes later, rushed out of the kitchen, pounced on the crowd, and frantically dug out all the flesh and blood it could touch.

And this method of dying, scooped to pieces by thousands of spoons, was already considered a relatively normal way for the people of gold to die in this catastrophe.

Of course, the Golden Kingdom was not without the ability to resist.

The temple's sorcerers, knights, and black-bladed warriors had already joined the battle.

However, the cost of the chaotic war was extremely high. It was impossible to draw a complete battle line within the country's borders, because the creation of the profound was a central phenomenon, blooming from the very core of the country's borders.

...

Milo couldn't stop any of this.

According to Daisy, his time has not yet come; he should simply wait for the situation to change.

To Milo's surprise, the dirty Daisy clinging to his neck and hanging on his back seemed even more... than the bespectacled saint he remembered.

They became even more indifferent.

Or to put it more rationally?
The same sadness and sorrow still lingered between her brows, but she would no longer easily shed tears for others, even in the current dire state of the Golden People.

In short, she seems to have become a bit more carefree.

However, this is actually closer to Daisy's state during her time in the orphanage after the orphanage disaster.

It's hard to say whether this is a lack of humanity or a restoration of humanity...

Anyway, Milo thinks it's all good.

……

Daisy released her hands from Milo's eyes.

Having lost his ability to think, Milo sensed certain messages even more clearly.

He turned his head to look into the depths of the temple, frowning as he muttered:

“I can sense Joan Byrne’s presence.”

"No, it's gone."

"Oh, it's happened again."

"Disappeared again."

"here we go again."

Was she playing tug-of-war with the umbilical cord in the womb?

For some reason, sensing Byrne's repeated deaths, the first image that popped into Milo's mind was herself as a newborn in labor—"Hey, I'm out again, hey, I'm back in, hey, I'm back in..."

...

Daisy never takes the bait with Milo's lame jokes.

She clung to Milo's neck, hanging on his back like another dirty rag doll besides the petite Enid, and said wearily:

"Can you do Daisy a favor, brother?"

"of course."

Milo nodded: "I'll kill whoever you tell me to kill."

“I don’t want you to kill anyone.” Daisy shook her head. “I hope that in the end, my brother can save the blade of law.”

Milo was somewhat taken aback; he hadn't expected Daisy to make this request.

"You mean Joan Byrne?"

"Mmm." Daisy nodded.

Milo loathed this crazy, eccentric woman from the bottom of his heart.

In reality, he never considered the blade a true mortal enemy; she wasn't worthy of it.

The main reason is that this guy always manages to precisely run into Milo's line of fire, so both times he chopped off her head, it was partly out of revenge.

If we have the chance to meet again, I might kill him again; it's just a small favor.

Even so, Milo agreed to Daisy's request without hesitation.

"Okay, okay, then I'll see how it goes and save her life, no problem."

Without realizing it, he even started speaking in a tone that sounded like he was coaxing a child.

Daisy, on the contrary, felt a little puzzled:
Why doesn't your brother ask why he saved her?

“Because it was Daisy’s request,” Milo continued to coax the child.

Daisy pouted:
“But if my brother doesn’t ask, I won’t be able to continue explaining the whole story. Someone has to take charge of this matter.”

"So you can joke, huh? Haha." Milo could no longer keep up his childish tone and burst into hearty laughter.

"Oh, Daisy is serious! Brother, you have to save her, you know?"

"No problem, no problem, we'll definitely save them."

"Mmm, thank you, brother~... Daisy is a little sleepy, can I take a nap?" She actually fell asleep as she was talking.

Milo gently pulled her back into his arms, just like the time he had picked her up from the abandoned patient shelter.

Her broken body was not as strong as it had been during her time as the Eye Saintess. She only used the power of the Eye of Thinking for a short while before she began to doze off.

In the distance, Marshall was locked in a fierce battle with the ever-evolving, alien creatures, cursing incessantly.

On Milo's side, everything was peaceful and serene; he gently placed his arm around Daisy's back.

Looking at the filthy little guy's indelible stains and bloodstains, and those chillingly empty eye sockets, Milo suddenly had a strange thought.

Is this what it feels like to be a parent?

……

(End of this chapter)