Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 879 Heading East
"Many of those who survived have returned to Nanwei City."

"Really? It's that gloomy city that's been rumored to be around?"

"Yes, Rebecca is there too."

"Great, let's go back quickly."

...

"I plan to go to the east first."

"Then I'll go with you."

"Okay, do you still have sparkling water? Pour me half a glass."

"There are some."

……

Two people, one tall and one short, one black and one white, with messy hair and carrying huge backpacks, strolled across the cold Gobi Desert.

Her older brother only said he was going to the east, but didn't say how he would get there.

Kai didn't ask any questions and followed along like a shadow, trekking aimlessly across the Gobi Desert.

Rick's bloody sacrificial reverse summoning technique hadn't been fully mastered yet, at least not in Milo's opinion, because they had been walking across the Gobi Desert for a whole day and there was no sign of them making any spatial jumps.

Milo was simply wandering around aimlessly. He didn't even know if he was heading east or not. The vast Gobi Desert was filled with swirling yellow sand, obscuring the celestial light and stars of the night sky.

Kay knew the directions very well, but she didn't correct Milo; she simply followed his steps silently.

...

As they walked, Milo suddenly turned around and looked Kai up and down.

Out of the blue, he said, "You've grown quite a bit taller."

“Brother, you also…” Ke Teng paused, unable to find the right way to describe it for a moment, and finally said after a while, “You look better.”

Actually, it's not just that his complexion has improved; the real change in Milo is that his extreme indifference is gradually fading. Compared to when he was in the conscious world, Kai can now call him "brother" more easily and naturally.

Thinking back carefully, it seems that this is indeed the case.

When we first met, it was in the town of Ickham. What was Milo's state at that time?

Having been tormented by nightmares for some time, suffering from severe insomnia, and engaging in excessive necromancy, his mental state resembled that of a Cainhurst vampire under the influence of D.

As Milo progressed into the ranks of the elite, his humanity gradually faded, and sometimes, even those closest to him felt a sense of distance from him.

But now that inexplicable sense of distance has been completely eliminated.

Even Mabel, the Lord of Illum, who was meeting him for the first time, noticed this peculiar phenomenon: Milo possessed human qualities that ordinary superiors did not have.

He is a composite of humanity, forbidden forces, original sin, and the superordinate order.

...

"What kind of magic is that glowing stick of yours?" Milo suddenly asked.

Ilan's magic system is indeed very different from the conventional magic of the Dream Realm. This kind of pure offensive method is quite rare. In traditional texts, only low-level magic or spells have the type of killing as their main purpose. Mid-level and high-level magic are all about summoning superior beings, ancient beings, gods, or outer gods.

In contrast, the Ilan people took a different approach, developing a unique form of power that could unleash immense strength without the aid of faith or the need to climb the life sequence, using stellar magic as their weapon.

“Hail Kalia!” Kai blurted out. “That’s the name written in the spellbook, but I don’t know the origin of the name. Also, that’s not some glowing stick, it’s a sword.”

She stretched out her fingers and gestured twice in the air.

Some pale blue light spots gathered together, extending from the fingertips and transforming into the shape of a slender rapier.

That power is quite magical; at least Milo hasn't seen it in the hands of any other high-ranking individuals yet.

“It seems the Lord of Illum also comes from a very remarkable civilization.” Milo squinted at the sword blade at Kai’s fingertip as if he had never seen the world before, and even touched it out of curiosity. His finger was pierced with a bloody hole. Kai screamed and began frantically rummaging through his backpack for bandages and medicine. Before he could find any, Milo’s wound healed on its own.

"Uh--"

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Milo muttered. "Your older sister Rebecca is much more ruthless than you."

"Huh?" Kai didn't understand and asked, somewhat confused, "Is your relationship bad right now?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Milo waved his hand.

"Oh, that's good." Kai said thoughtfully.

...

"Brother, there seems to be something ahead."

"Deadrick finally got me that reverse summoning done."

"What reverse summoning?"

……

...

east.

A city wall separates heaven and hell.

These are the eternal kingdom of Os-Nargai and the desolate forbidden zone that imprisons the descendants of the conquerors.

Since a certain point in time, all sorts of hideous and terrifying filthy creatures have begun to emerge east of the restricted area. Most of them are huge arthropods, but almost every encounter reveals a completely new form.

They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, appearing without warning in this barren, dark land.

And as time went on, these species of unknown origin continued to evolve, developing their own groups and tribes.

According to the survivors from the east, the calamity is spreading from the Far East.

...

Despite their reluctance, the survivors became the first line of defense against the filthy giant worms in the eastern continent for survival.

This is a war, but not just a war between the remnant tribes and the giant insect horde, because the walls of Os-Nargai will be smashed sooner or later.

Although the scattered tribes within the restricted area have gathered together, their strength and limited resources are insufficient to stand firm against the wildly evolving giant insects. As time goes by, the tribe has retreated westward dozens of times. After that, they will have to retire.

...

The leader of this tribe, formed by the remnants of the tribe, was none other than the boy who had survived the "war of gods"—Scarface.

Through repeated bloody battles, he earned the respect of all his people.

This respect is reflected in the scar totem painted on the faces of the remaining tribesmen today, made with plant sap.

...

Besides the valiant leader, there is another crucial figure in the Scarface clan: the immortal blacksmith.

He was always providing weapons and armor to the warriors of the remnant people, constantly dissecting the carapaces of powerful giant insects and refining elements from ores, seemingly never getting tired...

Even in the dead of night, the sounds of hammering as weapons are forged never cease in the tribe.

If you are also one of the scarred men, hold your breath and crouch behind the blacksmith; you will hear occasional hoarse whispers:

"I...I will definitely...create a weapon to kill gods..."

(End of this chapter)