Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 836 Nourished by Blood

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Joan Byrne's neck was straightened again.

...

The broken-armored knight's longsword still hung over Dirasha's head.

But this time the upright golden tree totem on his body lasted long enough, and his dark pupils did not reappear. This left Byrne, who had lost all will to live, with his eyes closed, waiting for his next death.

More golden blessings flowed into her body.

This time, Byrne even regained her physical mobility; she was able to sit up, barely able to support herself on the stone slab of the warm bed.

...

"The great golden will!"

Lu Kui and the rest of the Golden Clan seemed to have seen a real golden tree, and they kowtowed and knelt with tears in their eyes, wishing they could crush their heads into the floor.

Even though Dillah Shaw was a defector before, the pure blessing flowing through him at this moment was undeniable.

He is the embodiment of the Golden Tree, and even if he is not now, he will definitely be in the future, because he carries the will of the Tree God.

The resurrection of the blade of law is the best proof, even though it had been proven dozens of times before.

But that doesn't matter.

Importantly, the Golden Kingdom is finally returning from its lost state to an era guided by the gods.

...

Of course, not everyone thinks this way.

The Golden Clan present included the first disciples who had followed the Golden Tree since ancient times, as well as many of their successors, and those who had returned to the Golden Tree's shade at different times. Among them were many beings of the old era. These superiors were relatively more cautious and did not make a decision immediately.

For example, the armored knight did not put down his longsword.

And Elder Hastings.

He was actually the least likely one to bow down in worship.

While Luque and the others were frantically praising the figure bathed in golden holy light high above, Hastings frowned and stared intently at Dirac.

The gods are dead.

Then whose will did he inherit?
This is something that's truly terrifying to think about.

……

A sacred hymn inexplicably began to play in the temple.

Although the choir nuns were nowhere to be seen, their melodious singing could be heard in every corner.

Before the warm bed, De La Shaw, like a gentleman, took Joan Byrne's hand, helped her to her feet, and helped her stand up smoothly.

Then he took the two-handed longsword belonging to the Blade of Law from the warm bed and placed it in her hand.

Said softly:

"The sharpest blades throughout history have been forged in catastrophe and death."

...

Byrne was still reeling from the confusion, fear, and unease she felt, and she took the two-handed swords in a daze, but the fear in her eyes as she looked at Dirashau was still undisguised.

Dillasho had already turned to face the battered knight whose sword still hung over his forehead, and calmly said:
"No rush. Once you've cleaned up the dark depths of the Golden Land, it won't be too late for you to seal the Abyss Rift."

After saying that, his figure transformed into a powerful beam of light and shot out from the warm bed hall.

Those who had wholeheartedly accepted Dirasha as the embodiment of gold immediately followed, including Lu Kui.

The other leaders hesitated for a long time, but realized that it was unreasonable for them to hide in their comfortable halls while the whole country was fighting against a catastrophe, so they followed suit.

...

Of course, it's not as simple as it appears on the surface.

The reason why the top clergy lingered in the shade for so long was simply because they were afraid of dying.

This is an age without blessings. Away from the temple, even if one dies on the steps in front of the temple or at the edge of the shaded area, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

In the long years of pursuing blessings, they may have long forgotten the original will established by the Golden Law.

On the contrary, it is the weak and vulnerable at the bottom who still remember this.

...

Now, the appearance of Dillasho has dispelled their inner anxieties.

The blessing was upon Dirac.

He has already proven this with the actions of the Resurrection Law's blade.

So the Golden Clan immediately became fearless again.

As countless figures of those in positions of power sped out of the Hall of Indulgence following the most dazzling light, the originally melodious and gentle chants within the temple began to rise in heroic fervor.

……

Even Joan Byrne, who hadn't even gotten her bearings yet, quickly donned her armor, grabbed her longsword, and prepared to catch up with the group that had transformed into countless specks of light. "Teacher?"

As she rushed down the steps, she saw that familiar figure, but he looked much older than the teacher she remembered.

Hastings, however, remained silent.

He looked at the student in front of him with a complicated expression.

...

……

Outside the temple.

Dillahsho rose from the shaded area like a blazing meteor.

The night sky behind him was where the Golden Tree once stood. The light emanating from its trunk and branches replaced all the celestial radiance, becoming the sole source of light for this kingdom. But now the Golden Tree is gone, and only the holy radiance flowing from Dirashao continues the hope of the Golden Will.

He led his golden army to charge bravely into the battlefield and into every corner of the Golden Kingdom.

In every place where the dark creation rages, a superior being descends.

...

"The Golden Tree..."

"I see the golden tree! Ahhh—"

Many of the Golden People, on the verge of death just before being swallowed by the Abyss, saw the dazzling holy light high in the sky and wept with excitement.

For them, seeing hope just before falling into death was enough to make them feel fulfilled.

...

……

A full moon, tree shadows, human figures high in the sky bathed in holy light, and a raging, dark abyss.

A composition full of poetry and contemplation.

From the moment he awoke, driven solely by instinct, Dillah had been thinking. Now, he had finally regained his conscious "self," or at least, his self-awareness.

The descendants of demons, the power of external gods—these are not his goals.

Secluded is the key.

hum-

!!!

The fist, imbued with the holy light of golden blessings, slammed down from mid-air.

The light curtain poured down, crushing the darkness and simultaneously showering the escape route for the knights at the bottom with a great deal of blessed holy light.

Looking down from high above, the golden tree-shaped path across the deep, dark border instantly shone with dazzling light.

...

As it turned out, the Golden Kingdom was extremely powerful, even arrogant.

This doesn't even mean that all the Gold Saints have joined the battle.

But once those in power intervened, the deep-seated expansion trend was instantly nipped in the bud.

The Deep Creatures that lower-ranking knights and Specters cannot destroy cannot survive in the hands of those in power.

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"Thinking deeper, perhaps it was intentional to let the Golden People suffer first. If the people in the temple had acted immediately, and the Dark Creature had been jointly extinguished at its source, wouldn't this fertile ground of faith have lacked the nourishment of blood? How could it then cultivate an even stronger force of faith in the future..."

Milo has now returned to the ruins of the Moonlit Bell Tower and found a relatively clean spot to sit.

It's too noisy at the temple right now, mainly because the hymns aren't pleasant to listen to, and Milo doesn't want Daisy to be woken up right after she's fallen asleep.

It was much quieter here, and Daisy was sleeping soundly in his arms.

As for the words above, Milo was saying them to Marshall.

"Isn't your perspective on things a little too biased towards those in positions of power?" Marshall said, licking his paws as he spoke.

“But logically it’s not wrong, you can’t deny that,” Milo said.

“That makes sense, but how long are we going to hide here? Don’t we have a proper action plan?” Marshall scratched his cheek with his paw.

“A cat is a cat, it can’t sit still for a moment.” Milo shook his head and looked at the chaotic town area of ​​the Golden Kingdom, where air currents were constantly exploding and even the ripples in the air were clearly visible.

"It was none of our business to begin with. If it weren't for Daisy's pitiful request, we would have packed up and gone home long ago."

After cleaning his paws, Marshall yawned contentedly and wagged his tail from side to side, saying, "You're just being stubborn. You're not really sure yourself, are you? If I remember correctly, the ancient totem you got in Nanwei City was shaped like an upside-down golden tree. In the words of the little girl in your arms, 'The seed was planted from the very beginning, and destiny exists.'"

"Why are you starting to speak like a riddle master too? How unlucky." Milo gave him a look of disgust.

"Let's wait a little longer, it's not our turn yet."

"Hey, look at that noise on the moon, what's that?"

The sharp-eyed Marshall suddenly noticed something.

(End of this chapter)