Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 848 The New Golden Age
The wings of the Night Demon, the scythe of the Hunter, the storm of the Wendigo, and the flaming longsword of the Balrog, mixed with all the ancient forces of order, raged across the skies above the battlefield.

The fires of sin burned away all the gloom under the night sky, and in that unreachable area, a fierce battle was taking place between the most powerful shadows.

This is an epic battle.

The side that was always defined as evil by the Golden Law has now become the savior of the Golden Kingdom.

The sinner on whom high hopes were placed was actually in an invincible position from the very beginning.

Milo possesses a power that even the gods fear, and not just one; while devouring fear, he manipulates the flames of sin that are enough to burn away faith.

Even a genuine CCD cannot easily take his life, not even the Deep Abyss.

……

The burned-out order and faith formed a new ray of light in the sky above the golden kingdom.

In the past, the only light source in this kingdom was the holy glow of the golden tree. After the tree god went astray, people had not seen such pure and gentle light for a long time.

The cold light of the moon cannot soothe the heart; only gold can.

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The Shadow played a very special role in this war.

The historical records that have been passed down through the ages contain the following account:

"The slanderous evil did not hinder his kind and courageous heart. He bore the greatest catastrophe of the atheistic age for the people of gold, and the dark abyss He burned away has turned into eternal light in the sky above this land. People commemorate His achievements in this way, which surpasses any form of statue or monument..."

The people of Gold are never stingy with their praise.

However, this seemed quite abrupt compared to their initial hatred and curses towards the criminals who had killed the blade.

But the fact is, at this particular juncture, Milo made a choice that was enough to save the fate of the gold, and he actually succeeded; he repelled the Dark Will.

The visionaries in the Golden Kingdom might be able to glimpse many astonishing scenes, such as the beasts of the shade being swallowed by the icy storm, the hunters severing the true form of the Dark Sorcerer, and the Night Demon chewing up the head of the Black Blade. But on this battlefield, no one knows how the fires of sin burn the Dark.

People also know that at a critical moment in the war, a red-haired woman fired a shot into the dark, raging sky with some kind of special weapon from the conscious world.

After that, the Deep began to suffer a series of defeats.

The black spiral of fire completely took over.

...

The people of gold were inspired by the black flames.

No matter how this story is recounted, no outsider would believe it. How could the people who serve the radiant holy light be inspired by the power of darkness? But that is the truth.

And indeed, guided by the flames and following in the footsteps of the blade, they won the war.

Just like their ancestors.

They protected this homeland with their lives and dignity.

...

Then, just as when they first descended from the full moon, the deep army was swept away by the suddenly blinding moonlight.

People saw a pitch-black area appear directly above the full moon, which was the final destination of the abducted army of the Dark Ones.

Even with countless cries of resentment and roars, when the profound will was shattered by the fires of sin, the supposedly immortal army of the deep could not withstand this terrifying pull.

This was a foreshadowing planted by the Golden Tree centuries ago.

He knew that the Darkness would eventually come, and the magic circle that banished it to the stars had already been engraved on the full moon, waiting only for the right opportunity.

This generation's insightful perspective pieced together the opportunity.

Milo, Night Demon, Hunter...

There are also the poems Rick found in the gravel desert, and Princess Rose, who followed the guidance of her thoughts to the land of gold.

She eventually entered that void-like world as well.

They went to the greatest temple in the hearts of all scholars in the world—the Grand Library of Serraino, a distant space beyond the stars.

...

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The golden kingdom has been reduced to ruins.

But hope still lies beneath the ruins.

Those who survive will enter a new era.

The sky was filled with flowing light, and the eternal night finally came to a temporary end.

Beneath the former shade of the trees lies a ripped-out temple, with countless broken swords and blades scattered on the shattered steps.

In this era, those who ascended the long steps of the temple were the people of the Golden Kingdom, who carried their heavily wounded blades to the top of the steps.

It was a tired, broken body.

She was so ugly.

His scalp was peeled off, his flesh was torn apart, and fragments of weapons and arrows were still nailed to his torso.

But she was also so beautiful.

For all those gruesome wounds were borne for the people of gold.

People scooped up the last remaining holy water from the broken fountain in the temple to clean the wounds of the damaged blade, and removed hundreds of fragments of the weapon from her body.

...

This divine scene was witnessed by Milo and his companions, who were far away on the coast.

The blade of the law did not die; in the years to come, she would face countless wars far more terrible than this, fighting for her people and her will.

Perhaps there has never been a true definition of what constitutes a blade; it was Byrne who gave this name its true meaning.

...

In a deserted corner, Monquia gently placed a broken sword he had salvaged from the battlefield back onto the ruins of a tavern that had been razed to the ground, and then disappeared from sight.

Meanwhile, the sea serpent relayed the news of the eldest prince's tragic death back to the underground grotesques, and the serpent people's messengers silently dragged the two pieces of Woti Ig lying on the rocks by the shore back to the area.

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"Could this be considered another form of redemption?"

Milo sat by the sea, gazing at the poignant scene unfolding on the tree-shaded high ground.

Daisy sat beside him, with petite Enid tucked into his waistband, and a crowbar and revolver hanging under his trench coat.

Everything was exactly the same as before the war, except that Milo's left eye now had a faint, almost imperceptible golden glow.

"Are you referring to the fact that after killing her twice, you used her as a puppet to consolidate the Golden Faith?" Rebecca stood behind Milo, carrying a Whitworth rifle.

“Hmm?” Milo’s eyebrows twitched, then he shook his head and said, “Ah, no, I was talking about the person who set off from the moon to the stars.”

He pointed to the faint outline of the full moon in the sky, and the tearing mark directly above it.

"You want to go find her, right?" Rebecca asked expressionlessly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not going that far." Milo continued to shake his head, only this time with even greater force.

(End of this chapter)