Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 918 Old Grudges
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Although his intelligence may have decreased slightly after forgetting his divine status, his occasional reckless and habitual behavior remained unchanged. The only change brought about by his humanity was that he became slightly more concerned about the lives of innocent people, nothing more.

He didn't know what got into him, but he felt that the altar of the Hooked Finger Temple, located in a remote little kingdom, could threaten members of the ancient gods who were even older than the gods themselves.

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"Believe me, this is definitely a viable plan."

Imnar then prepared to begin singing.

He cleared his throat and then began to pat the two incredibly hard pieces of bread to create a rhythm.

"Knock knock knock!"

Then, he began to nod to the rhythm, and then suddenly began to chant:
"Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!"

bang——

Before Imnar could even open his mouth, Milo shoveled him.

The shovel split his head open and stuck there, and it couldn't be pulled out anytime soon.

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Imnal fell.

The shovel stood upright on the ground, perfectly positioned.

Milo was actually going to grab a crowbar, but he had too many things on him and accidentally grabbed a shovel instead.

Milo thought to himself that even though the fractal order was still in operation, the entire royal residence was now completely surrounded by the awakened citizens of Kem, and even if Imnar's fractal was resurrected, it wouldn't be able to get in. He could finally calm down and get to work.

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at the same time.

The cat brigade, carrying the newly manufactured "all-around cat ember refining spraying machine," left Usa and encountered resistance from an unfamiliar force after about half a day.

This did not seem like a premeditated interception, but rather more like a chance encounter.

The opposing team was also surprised to see a large group of strangely dressed cats approaching their team, and they thought it was an organized attack by the cats.

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"Have your men put away all their weapons."

Rebecca wore a cold, sour expression, her gaze fixed on a delicate-looking priestess in the opposing formation.

She was a girl who looked to be only a teenager. Her whole body looked as if she had been covered with an extreme beauty filter. The skin of her bare hands and feet under the crescent moon robe was not only spotless, but also without any wrinkles. It was as tempting as white jelly.

"I'll say it again, tell your men to put their weapons away, don't force me to hurt you."

Rebecca had her hands in her pockets, her tricorn hat pressing down on her red hair, which framed her cold eyes, making her look like a tiger that might suddenly pounce and devour someone.

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However, in the opposing formation, the delicate young female priestess at the head maintained a very languid posture, leaning back in mid-air.

Upon hearing Rebecca's threat, the young priestess clutched her stomach and giggled uncontrollably, her laughter so loud it seemed her divine robes could barely contain her jelly-like body, as if something was about to spill out at any moment.

"Little thing, how are you going to hurt me? Hmm?"

The young priestess spoke.

Her voice was filled with a viscous allure that was completely inconsistent with her age; her voice alone possessed a powerful seductive ability.

Her half-closed, alluring eyes swept over the strange group of people and cats ahead, finally focusing on the fierce-looking redhead, and she asked teasingly:

"Use passive-aggressive tactics?"

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click-

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However, the young priestess had barely finished speaking when she heard a crisp mechanical clanging sound beside her ear. The next second, the red-haired woman's magnetic voice, which had been hundreds of meters away, rang out beside her.

"It's a firearm."

Then something cold and hard was pressed against the back of the young priestess's head.

The young priestess was clearly startled.

Because she barely noticed how the red-haired woman approached her.

Even at such close range, she still couldn't clearly determine what life sequence the other belonged to.

Even so, the young priestess remained calm. She glanced sideways at the dark muzzle of the gun, then spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"You're so mean~~ I'm so scared..."

boom--

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Rebecca doesn't tolerate anyone.

Before the young priestess could finish speaking, she was shot in the head.

The red-hot bullet, enveloped in scorching heat and flames, pierced directly through the young priestess's skull and shot out from her left eye socket, shattering her delicate, amber-like eyeball.

The priest's body plummeted straight down from the sky and crashed to the ground.

"you……"

However, the phantom of the priestess detached from the falling body. She stared at her body, which had crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces, and a ferocious and violent look began to emerge in her eyes.

That's so unreasonable! How can this woman be so barbaric?

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The priests and servants of the Hooked Finger Temple were also dumbfounded.

Is this the age when the gods lost their way?
Many people subconsciously glanced at their clothes to check if they had the totem of the Hooked Finger Temple printed on them.

Is the temple's signboard no longer effective in the Dream Realm?

A random stranger encountered on the street rushed up and smashed the skull of the high and mighty priest.

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But actually, the cat was also quite confused.

Is this woman always like this? Compared to her, even that Shadow Lord's style seems a bit indecisive...

They haven't even finished speaking yet; this isn't even a disagreement.

Wait, weren't we supposed to be going to the Kingdom of Kem to save the day? How come we're fighting with someone as soon as we step out the door?

The entire cat team is composed of scholars from the Abyss Research Association; they are not part of Usa's combat team...

"What's there to be afraid of? The people of Usa have never feared any external forces. We are a race born from war. Who says scholars aren't good at fighting? Just you wait and see..."

Hachimedes is inspiring young scholars.

Suddenly, they noticed the white-haired young girl from Nanwei City running rapidly across the mountains, then leaping into the air and drawing a hundred-meter-long Star Magic Greatsword from her arm!
"Even if a fight breaks out, it seems like we won't be needed."

This time, Hakimed finally understood why Milo had brought several more people with him.

Now I finally understand how terrifying these seemingly gentle and quiet human women can be when they bare their fangs.

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So why do you think Rebecca would directly attack the Temple of Hook?

It's very simple. Before, when Milo was taking Freya on their journey from the Cold Plains to the Southern Border, Rebecca was always following behind him.

This wasn't a disagreement over a single word; it stemmed from an old grudge.

(End of this chapter)