Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 860 Plundering Strategy
Perhaps, as the ancient legends describe, the laws, interests, and emotions of ordinary humans are utterly meaningless in the vast universe. When the stars reach a certain position, the Great Old Ones will reappear on Earth.

However, in the Dreamland, the distant stars are regarded as evil beings, and they forever harbor hostility towards the Dreamland. After the end of that cataclysmic war of the gods, whether the rulers would reappear on earth was no longer determined by the positions of the stars.

Perhaps the second half of the sentence didn't mean that at all; it actually refers to the Blood Moon that destroyed the civilization of the conscious world. It's just that scholars have confused the concepts of the Old Ones, deities, and Outer Gods.

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For the vast majority of people in the Dreamland, they knew very well that the god they served was nearby, either on a mountaintop or in the deep sea, in short, not too far away, and certainly in the same world as them.

This is especially evident in the lost southern territories.

The descendants of the gods live on Oriba Island right now, so the distance between the lower beings and the gods can be said to be infinitely close.

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The core settlement of this region was once controlled by the noble goddess of pleasure, Lisalia.

At least that's how it's said in the legends.

But at some point, the gods never visited their back garden again, and soon after, no one found any trace of the goddess of pleasure appearing in the southern lands.

This is also why the Bloodborne belief system has been holding more and more joyous sacrificial ceremonies recently.

The servants and the descendants of the gods on Oribar Island are slowly descending into panic and madness, believing they are no longer favored by the gods and that this land is about to be utterly abandoned by them…

So they began to try every means to "save" something, and the only thing they had mastered and were good at was the deadly pleasure ritual.

In addition, with the continuous disappearances of incarnations of sacred objects, or divine messengers, the entire Southern Reach faith system, led by Oriba Island and Muta, is now teetering on the brink of collapse.

It seems that if the Three Ladies of Sorrow hadn't met their end at Milo's hands, or if they hadn't been so eager to find Nanwei City, the faith of all the settlements across this vast southern sea would have been completely devoured by them.

"The old witches were just too impatient."

Having gained a clear understanding of the situation in the Southern Territory, Milo couldn't help but sigh.

...

More than half an hour had passed since he left Nanwei City again.

After several encounters with the descendants of the gods, Milo finally took the initiative to visit Oriba Island for the first time.

Just as the rumors described, in the heart of the Southern Reach, on the largest island, Oribar, several dormant volcanic peaks are indeed engraved with the enormous faces of ancient gods, majestic and solemn, somewhat resembling Mount Rushmore National Memorial Park in Milo's memory.

The waters surrounding the island were filled with enormous ships, some even larger and more luxurious than the giant ships that Milo had seen outside Nanwei City.

As a gathering place of faith, the very center of the Southern Reach, and the home of the descendants of the gods, Oribar Island naturally has a strong defense force, consisting almost entirely of bloodline believers with high spiritual insight.

With their abilities, these guys could probably get decent jobs in other temples outside the Southern Territory. Even if they joined the ranks of scavengers, they would at least live a comfortable life with plenty of food, drink, gambling, and prostitution. Why would they bother being servants to a bunch of "mixed-breeds" here?

The descendants of the gods could beat, scold, and abuse these devout bloodline believers at will, no different from treating the lowest level of slaves.

Conversely, the Bloodline believers consider this perfectly natural. The offspring of the gods hold supreme authority here, and anyone who dares to defy them is an unforgivable sinner. Some Bloodline Spirit Visionists, after being abused and humiliated by descendants of the gods, feel no hatred whatsoever, but rather feel they have received immense favor…

"A disgusting and distorted belief system."

This is how Milo described it.

"Although the three ladies deserve to die, at least their exchange mechanism was genuine, unlike the blood-based system of Auriba Island."

"So we're here for academic research?" Rick asked, carrying a notebook and pencil, following Milo. Behind him was Adamir Renley, who was holding a parasol.

"What do you think would happen if we smashed the statues on this mountain?" Adamir asked, proposing a very outrageous idea.

But no one paid any attention to him.

Milo gazed at the distorted faces with their prominent features on the volcano and muttered thoughtfully, "I'm wondering what the proper order of steps should be for preaching and spreading the word. The Red Witch has taught me everything, but this is the one thing she has never told me."

"Are you planning to plunder the power of faith in the Southern Territory?" Rick asked after thinking for a moment.

“Yes, why not?” Milo nodded and said, “The other temples have already turned their attention here. They know that the gods are lost, so they naturally know that the gods’ back garden has become a no-man’s land. This place is no longer sacred and inviolable. The sudden appearance of the Lord of Flames’ servant yesterday was a signal. If I don’t strike first, this place will soon be crowded with flies of countless prisoners.”

“Flies are bad. I really dislike flies. It means the corpse is starting to rot.” Rick often blurted out some trivial remarks.

Milo was already used to it.

"So how do you plan to seize all the power of faith here for yourself? Will you go to the pleasure rituals and mate with those believers?" Adamir asked, making a startling statement.

"???"

Rick spoke first, asking, "Is your faith in the Southern Territory only related to your lower body?"

“The upper body is fine too,” Adamir replied seriously.

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"Shut up, all of you. Wait until I finish speaking before you start discussing anything about upper and lower bodies." If it weren't for the special nature of the plan, Milo really wouldn't want to travel with these two oddballs.

"First of all, I'm not really good at the stuff those charlatans use, and I don't have control over the order of the Three Goddesses. Moreover, the system in the Southern Territory is quite different from other temples. It's like a primeval field waiting to be cultivated, so I plan to use the most primitive method."

"..." Rick and his apprentice waited quietly for Milo to continue.

They later realized that they had overestimated the humanity of the person in charge.

Because what Milo asked them to do was to replicate the rise of the Golden Law Church in Nanwei City.

First, create a major plague, then deal with the major plague, and that will be OK.

"..."

(End of this chapter)