Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 964 A Guest from Afar

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The Lost Southern Territory.

Beneath that tranquil starry sky, two deep shadows appeared on the sea surface.

One of them was a tall, thin man whose body was wrapped in bandage-like runes.

The other one is a girl wearing a mask, this time her mask reveals the face of an old man.

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Plague and masks.

On the battlefield of the Blood Moon, they broke through the church gates and killed the Night Demon.

At the time, it was the raven that appeared with the little black box in the Prayer Square that stopped the plague. After giving it their all, the Temple of the Golden Law took the credit and brought the Eye of Thinking and Dirac, who was still a servant of the gods at the time, back to the Dreamland.

As for the mask, it was used to pierce Yan through on the front lines of the battlefield.

They are members of the Four Horsemen of the Million Favored Ones, servants of Chaos who roam above the Shadow Old Ones, serving the will of that ancient deity for countless ages.

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But we know that the God of a Thousand Faces has countless faces, corresponding to countless wills.

Therefore, the Four Horsemen are merely servants of one face, and follow only one of the millions of wills.

Although they are powerful enough to frighten the gods of dreams, they are merely one of the superior beings among the millions of favored ones.

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And this time, the ones who came out of Nanwei City to greet them were their old rivals.

Night Demon and Apostate.

When the shadows of plague and masks began to obscure the starry sky, the two of them had already appeared on the tranquil sea.

Yan lit a cigarette and casually tossed one to Dillah Shaw, but the latter said, "I don't smoke."

"Then that's your problem." Yan tossed the kerosene lighter to the other person.

Dillah could only take the cigarette and light it.

The good news is that I didn't cough after the first puff, and I even exhaled a smoke ring.

"You're clearly a heavy smoker." After Dillah Shaw finished lighting his cigarette, Yan took the lighter back, afraid that the other party would take it away.

“I was under a lot of pressure when I was a church official.” Dillah squinted, took another sip, and a long-lost expression appeared on his face.

"So how did you manage to quit?" Yan asked curiously.

“I didn’t quit.” Dillash shook his head: “I died during that time, so I stopped smoking.”

"Oh~"

Yan suddenly realized.

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The Valrokan family of Nanwei City.

Daisy was using the moonlight to spy on the 2v2 match taking place beneath the starry sky.

She gazed at the two figures approaching from afar, figures that had once filled him with fear, but her dirty little face showed no sign of dread.

"I originally thought that someone of this caliber would choose a more sophisticated and subtle conspiracy to pave the way for their appearance."

A hint of inexplicable disappointment flashed in Daisy's eyes.

"Instead of sending two avatars here to die."

At this moment, Daisy seemed to have undergone a very significant change in demeanor compared to usual.

She did appear younger and weaker than she did in the waking world, and her body was covered in indelible bloodstains. However, compared to Daisy, the girl in the waking world, she now often revealed the demeanor of someone in a superior position in many unintentional moments.

She was hoping the Four Horsemen would reappear.

This expectation stems from various negative memories such as hatred, humiliation, resentment, and death. The sense of powerlessness in walking through the desolate apocalypse, and the memory of groping for Milo's severed arm in the dark ruins, are the deepest pain Daisy has ever experienced.

She wouldn't allow the same thing to happen again, so she abandoned her former weak self, and as compensation, she would repay all the suffering to those people tenfold.

But when Daisy discovered that the enemy she had been eagerly anticipating had come to provoke her in an almost mindless manner, behaving in ways reminiscent of the descendants of the Oriba Island gods, her disappointment was beyond words.

"It's okay."

Emma ruffled Daisy's hair from behind and said:
"What came this time was just an avatar. You can think of it as their way of announcing the start of the game. We have plenty of opportunities to play with them."

"Mmm." Daisy nodded emphatically.

That's why they say intelligent people always have some similarities.

Although they are different in age, strength, and even species, their thoughts and emotions are highly compatible to some extent.

The part of Daisy that was kind and compassionate has been abandoned by her, abandoned in the desert of the conscious world. What remains is a part with an absolutely hard and obsessive mind. Although her appearance has become more frail and pitiful, her heart is stronger, more savage, and more vengeful than ever before.

And Emma?

She has never changed; she has always been a vengeful person.

From the Sherman family to the three sorrowful ladies.

She has proven this time and time again through her actions.

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"They will die at our hands sooner or later."

“Mmm!” Daisy nodded again.

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at the same time.

The Zhar settlement in the southern border.

On the upper floors of the Healing Church tower, Rick gazed at the gloomy sky in the distance, his brow furrowed in worry.

He could roughly guess what was happening over there.

But that level of battle was clearly beyond his capabilities; he would only be able to participate after the fighting between those in power was over.

It would be best if we could retrieve some flesh and blood from the bodies of those in power from that sea.

It would be even better if we could retrieve spherical objects rich in protein.

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In the past, it would have been extremely difficult for him and his student Adamir to retrieve anything from that tranquil sea. But now things are different. The Healing Church has more and more followers in the Southern Territory, so retrieving something from the sea is no problem.

But all of this will have to wait until the fighting over there is over before we can consider it.

What he needs to consider now is the authenticity of the identity of a stranger from afar.

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Rick was holding a letter of introduction in his hand.

The messenger is waiting downstairs right now.

He was impeccably dressed, from his suitcase and leather shoes to his polite manners, and his briefcase, with its metal frame and the Miskatonic University emblem, looked travel-worn.

They seem to be travelers from afar.

He stood respectfully below the Healing Church, his gaze fixed on the figure on the tower.

A gentle sea breeze made his hair slightly damp.

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At this moment, the letter of introduction reads:

Name: Davis Carneiro, Age: 28, Gender: Male…

…Former employer: Department of Astronomy, Miskatonic University…

…Professional experience: In 1913, he took over the handling of the Dunwich terror incident; in 1847, he prevented the dream of Gerald at Confession Pier; in 1746, he explored the Scarlet Mountains; in 1924, he interviewed the musician Erich Zan and wrote the interview report, blablabla…

…to understand various mysterious events…

…Code name: Investigator C.

The introducer's signature is: Abyss.

(End of this chapter)