Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 941 Relief
"There's actually something in the world... that can suppress the Shadow?"

Imnar stood outside the Kem royal palace, looking up at the Nebula Giant in the sky, his eyes somewhat dazed and lost in thought.

Although the miniature celestial bodies that Milo forcibly pulled from their bodies did not produce the usual "explosion" phenomena after their explosions—there were no blinding flames, and even the sound wave frequencies exceeded the limits that ordinary creatures could receive—from Imnar's perspective, what he "saw" was not these outward explosive manifestations, but rather the destructive power inherent in the explosion itself, and how breathtakingly beautiful it was as it bloomed in the night sky.

"Such powerful and utter annihilation."

A look of rapture appeared on Imnar's face.

then……

Then it suddenly occurred to him.

Now it is Shadow who is fighting against this giant who has the ability to destroy the world.

"Doesn't that mean he's the savior?"

An expression of "aha" moment began to appear on Imnar's face.

He glanced back at the Awakened Ones on the distant shore, then looked in the direction of the abandoned monastery.

"No, I am the savior."

"How could you steal my mission?"

"That's not fair."

"I'm the one who's..."

"Wait, am I?"

"Maybe not."

“No, he is…” Imnar recalled the other version of himself that had fought fiercely with him earlier, but when he turned his head, he suddenly realized that he could see the figure of the other version of himself in the distance.

"He isn't either."

He looked at the bread and hammer in his hands, descending into a near-mad confusion, but he remained calm; the confusion was still confined to his thoughts.

Just like the piece he played in the opera house, the dissonant melody and the regular and harmonious melody eventually reached a climax together, achieving an overlap. Reason and madness reached a consensus, but he, who was manipulating the black and white piano keys, never changed from beginning to end.

Black and white, reason and madness, bread and hammer...

Holy radiance and profound mystery.

...

hum-

Enough to shake the world's barriers, energy explosions continued to erupt in the air.

Those noises seemed to be gradually stimulating Imnar's mind, stirring up something he had forgotten.

...

Perhaps, maybe, possibly, it's like someone noticed the changes happening to Imnar and, in an extremely short time, discerned its true intentions.

"Oh, I see. I think I know what he's trying to do now."

The person who said this was Crow.

He was talking to himself, and the "he" he was referring to was not Milo, who was setting off fireworks high in the sky, but Imnal.

Having thoroughly understood the fraudster, Crow believed he had grasped the truth behind everything that was happening here.

He gradually revealed a sinister smile of interest, a smile that was harmless but unsettling. After all, everything that could interest an ancient scholar might be extremely terrifying to others.

...

"So what exactly did you come here for?"

The persistent Monquia still managed to find Claude.

After arriving in Kem and before meeting Crow, Monquia's path was actually unclear until he bumped into Crow, and he finally clarified his goal.

Or rather, he knew who he should be targeting and hunting down.

“Of course I’m here to witness something very important.” Crow calmly spread his hands, not flinching at all from the weapon coming from Monquia.

"The era we live in is bordering on the stars."

"But all you think about is fighting and killing, it's such a pity."

"You don't even realize what a magnificent era you're in." "You're just as narrow-minded as the raven."

bang——

Swah——

Monqueya doesn't tolerate Claude.

He pulled the trigger, then raised his hand and drew a long-handled scythe from under his cloak, slashing down.

Without exception, all these attack methods failed.

Claude and Monquea then began playing a game of hide-and-seek, chasing each other, in the city of Kem.

...

Royal residence.

In the distance, the illusory lower half of a nebula giant is being dismembered, relentlessly bombarding the world's barriers and order, a scene of splendor and desolation.

In the close-up, dozens of cats are intently scraping their headphones and goggles, perched atop the buildings, using spray guns to melt the abyssal fissures.

Between the distant and the foreground lies the battlefield where two people, a cat, and a finger-hooking priest are fighting.

Over there, the magical girl cat duo, who were one with humans, were being beaten up by the Hooked Priest on the battlefield, relying solely on their perfect teamwork and unrestrained fighting style.

But the one who truly guarded the rift in the abyss was Rebecca.

The chief priest, the divine embryo Aegon, was choked by her and slammed back to the ground from a height of hundreds of meters.

That face, which should have become the new face of the God of Hooks, now not only had a hole in its forehead, but also cracks spreading from its throat, like shattered ceramic.

bang——

The Kingdom of Kem is utterly destroyed.

Rebecca was practically straddling Aegon as she swung her fists, slapping the prodigy's face repeatedly, both with her fists and her hands.

She did not know Egon.

He didn't hate Egon either.

This is just Rebecca's usual fighting style and way of venting her anger.

The fate of the person who truly fueled her hatred can be seen in the tragic story of the three ladies.

...

What's incredible is that...

She nearly smashed Aegon's face, but in doing so, she also managed to create some remarkably human... expressions on his face.

Pain, resentment...

Is there any sense of relief?

...

This was clearly the will condensed from the highest concentration of Hook Faith Power. There shouldn't be such an expression in her eyes, and the combat power she displayed should definitely not be this little bit. Even if Rebecca is a superior who takes an extreme combat route, the faith power of her Hook Temple should not be displayed so poorly, and even seem a bit weaker than the other Hook priests.

Her will is dead.

He is indeed dead.

The real Aegon is dead.

What remains in this body is the faith of the hook.

As for that moment of dazedness, those human-like expressions, that pain and resentment, they were merely the body's emotional outburst in response to the fact that the girl was dead. In fact, they were so cheap that they couldn't even be considered emotions; they were just meaningless imitations, a clumsy imitation of the expression before Aegon's will was extinguished.

Swish!
...

Suddenly, Aegon's pupils contracted slightly.

Her heart was pierced by a combination of short, red-hot blades—Rebecca's treacherous weapon.

But Aegon did not resist.

At that moment, all the pain on her face disappeared, leaving only a sense of relief.

(End of this chapter)