Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 911 Awakening Order
"What's going on here...?"

Milo raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight and carefully examined the scene in front of the town center gate.

A figure hovered beneath the gray sky, a cross resembling a colorful thorn growing from the depths of the earth, its twisted branches entwining his body.

The person's skin was pale, yet it shone with an unnatural silvery glow, as if every inch of their skin was faintly luminous.

His head was bowed, his long hair hanging down, but the strands of hair did not completely cover his compassionate face.

His eyes were tightly closed, but a faint light shone through his eyelids, like tears that had not yet dried.

His hands and feet were pierced by black iron nails, driven into the crossbar. The blood had stopped flowing and was almost dry, but the traces of blood were not bright red, but had a golden sheen, as if his life was passing away in a sacred yet eerie way.

A strange aura permeated the air, which was both sacred and rotten.

He should already be dead.

Milo could not sense any trace of life in the body nailed to the cross; only the shadow of death lingered.

The deceased's body sometimes emitted a soft, strange halo, as if resisting some invisible invasion. What constantly invaded and desecrated him was not darkness, but the colorful order emanating from within the Kingdom of Kem.

The order of chaotic evolution.

...

Messiah, Father, Allah...

The body that was executed had been called by countless sacred names.

He once used endless food to feed the starving people after a disaster, walked on the water to save a sinking fishing boat, and restored sight to the blind...

He was Kem's savior.

Today, however, people define him as a sinner.

People burned his temples, smashed his sculptures, and ended his life in the coldest way, but they did not see it as murder, but as some kind of higher purification.

The will from the abyss has awakened the Kem people.

Driven by this awakening will, the Kem people overthrew everything that had been ingrained in the kingdom's history: etiquette, rules, common sense, morality, laws...

They regarded that colorful order as the grace of the true God.

Whether this is a blessing or a mockery of some ancient, unknowable force remains to be seen.

...

……

"The plot looks so familiar."

Milo squinted.

He had recognized the creature on the cross long ago. Although the face of the blood-drained body had been completely altered, it didn't stop Milo from seeing through its soul at a glance.

It was precisely because he recognized the other party's true identity that Milo felt a sense of surprise.

After all, according to the normal plot, this guy should be squatting in some corner of the abyss right now.

Did the ancient god Pagon not banish it?
What on earth happened here...?

Milo had a premonition that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, what would happen here would be another absurd story. After all, wherever there are fraudsters, nothing is ever normal.

...

……

Milo slowly strolled to the foot of the cross.

He looked up at that aged, sorrowful, and lifeless face.

Then, with a grin, Milo shook his head and said, "I think you're more suited to a green bow tie. This... this really doesn't suit your style, haha."

He burst out laughing.

The person on the cross was... well, an old acquaintance to Milo.

An ancient fraudster.

The god who controls the rules of fractals.

Son of the Outer God Engel Korath.

Imnal. …

That madman who dared to covet Azati beneath the world of lucidity during the era of the gods of dreams even attempted to create a separate world of lucidity to deceive the gods, though he failed.

However, after being banished by the will of the ancient god Pagon, he accidentally escaped back to the Dreamland, and then used the same trick again, disguising himself as the deceased Emerald God "Nath Horsas", and spent a period of carefree life in the Eternal Kingdom.

Then one day, he was suddenly captured by two of the Four Horsemen of the Favor and thrown into Mount Kadaz.

Then, Klaus rescued them again, and they also took the opportunity to kill the youngest generation, Vovados, who hadn't yet grown up.

Finally, there's the story of what happened when she disguised herself as a yandere priestess and encountered Milo in the city of Derasrien.

...

Milo has encountered many Great Old Ones along his journey.

Only Imnal, like an unkillable cockroach, always appears at unexpected times.

...

"So this time it's... they're planning to pull some kind of plot again."

Milo leaned against the trunk of the cross, gazing out towards the town center of the Kingdom of Kem.

There were some cacophony sounds piercing through the sea breeze, and what finally reached Milo's ears were noises that were not melodies at all, occasionally accompanied by the sounds of people playing and cheering.

The Kem people seemed to be holding some kind of celebration, with a procession playing their instruments with great enthusiasm in the city center.

...

On the streets, rainbow flags fluttered wildly in the wind, like countless burning flames, dyeing the sky with vibrant colors.

The Kem surged like a tide, their figures twisted and deformed, their bizarre costumes creating a surreal illusion.

Some people wore long dresses made of shimmering metallic sequins, the hems of which were as sharp as blades and reflected a dazzling light.

Someone had a huge feathered crown on their head, the feathers swaying in the wind like the tentacles of some ancient creature, gently touching the air.

Their faces were covered in bright paint, and their eyes were surrounded by shimmering sequins.

A big beard and a deep V-neck dress...

A heavily made-up, bald old man and his diamond-encrusted high heels…

...

In this group, wearing underwear on the outside is no longer eye-catching enough; it can even be considered a cheap, low-class, and boring outfit.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of perfume, alcohol, and various bodily fluids, almost suffocatingly strong.

Laughter, screams, and singing intertwined, creating a strange harmony.

Everyone was doing things that were inappropriate for their status and making sounds that were inappropriate for their gender.

It was like a celebratory cheer, yet also like some indescribable incantation.

Occasionally, someone would light fireworks, and sparks would explode in the air, scattering countless points of light, like falling stars illuminating these distorted faces.

...

Milo casually grabbed a handful of flags and slung them over his shoulder, moving slightly closer to the town, but still keeping a certain distance from these monsters and demons.

But it was soon targeted by some oddballs who were also carrying rainbow flags with various stripes.

They proudly waved their flags, declaring their "attributes":
"I'm giving it to you!"

"I am a cross!"

"I'm bisexual!"

"I am non-binary..."

...

When it was Milo's turn, he looked up at the five-colored stripes on the flag in his hand.

"I am from the Beiyang Government!"

(End of this chapter)