Chapter 598 Harvest
“Stop fighting! Stop!”
The huge eyeball hanging in the air was crushed into the city streets, smashing a large number of buildings, and most of the body was in prison. firmly embedded in the ground.
It has to be said that if Holthus completely transformed its form, those exquisite streams of light and bright crystals interlaced with each other would indeed give the entire huge ferocious eyeball a psychedelic beauty. While wearing an illusory and unreal appearance, it also possesses the majesty of a real godhead and an inviolable temperament.
In Milo's memory, it seems that the "angels" described in certain religious texts of human civilization probably look like this.
But Holthus, who fell onto the muddy city streets at this moment, did not have the ghostly temperament of the legendary fallen angel.
The godhood of the old god of Dreamland has been trampled to nothing at this moment, as evidenced by the shattered emeralds scattered on the ground.
He couldn't say words like "feeling annihilation" anymore.
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In fact, the form is not important most of the time.
Under the interpretation of the advanced order, punching and kicking may not be offensive or insulting. What can really cause harm is the crushing at the soul level, which can leave a mark on the soul.
Perhaps Holthas will become the second Imnar in the future.
Of course, the premise is that there is such a thing as "later" for Him.
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“You can’t kill me… Of course, you can’t kill me either…”
The huge eyeball has broken bloodshot streaks and hideous cracks.
He made a huge hole in the ground and filled it in.
Despite being scarred, the eyeballs under the broken emerald compartment can still move flexibly.
He is huge, and the diameter of his extremely complex pupils, which are composed of countless light flakes, is about five meters. Under his gaze, Milo's figure seems to be so small that it can be ignored.
However, at this moment, Holthas's eyes were filled with something, something that should not have been born in his godhead, but it did appear at this moment.
That thing is called "fear".
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He is one of the gods of dreams.
It is a higher level existence than the ordinary old rulers.
In the ancient wars, the Old Gods were targeting the order of Outer Gods, which was the level of Imnar's father.
Milo has confirmed that the old rulers of Imnar's level can produce fear, but the gods seem to have "repaired" this setting through constant self-evolution, or in other words, got rid of this setting. Part of the shackles, and mastered the power related to this shackles, and imposed it on lower-level creatures.
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However, at this moment, Horthus, the emerald god in charge of the eternal kingdom, felt real fear at this moment.
He trembled.
This is a low-level instinct that has been eliminated from His life tens of millions of years ago.
At this time, this familiar feeling once again extended from his heart, accompanied by a series of emotions that did not belong to gods, including confusion, shock, etc.
But to be precise, fear was not "born" in His heart, it was "implanted" by Milo.
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"The eternal existence will not die, but in the strange eternity, even death will die."
The face of Holthus In the series of remarks "You can't kill me", Milo calmly and silently recited that wise saying from Compulsory Practice One.
Death is always a relative concept.
Perhaps sometimes, for those gods who consider themselves to be supreme, when they are stepped on, when they fall into fear uncontrollably, their godhead is actually dead.
Milo looked calmly at the black substance lingering at the sharp end of the crowbar in his hand.
Muttered to himself:
"So this is a new ability expansion. In addition to collecting, it can also help the gods relive the fear they gave up long ago."
"Hey." He suddenly grinned ferociously.
“I like this.”
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After saying that, Milo raised one foot and stepped on Holthus’s On the eyeball, and then regardless of the other person's screams, he inserted the entire crowbar into the other person's pupil!
"!!!!!!"
A terrifying roar that could not be expressed in words suddenly swept through the entire Nanwei City.
Even Imnar, who had clearly run out of Nanwei City, was almost knocked over by the rolling air waves.
This guy looks a bit nondescript now.
Part of the slug tissue and thorns that were previously imitated into Glaaki using fractal rules are still attached to it, but most of them have been restored to the classic look - dark purple dress, dark green underwear. The lining vest, the magma-colored bow tie, numerous cracks throughout the body, and the face in a state of constant division, replication and superposition.
After the terrifying sound faded away, Imnar stopped and turned around to look in the direction of the city center with his one eye.
It can probably guess what Milo did to Holthus.
"No, you can't kill it, even in the abyss, but..."
"That feeling should be more miserable than death, right?"
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City area.
All the bright "blood" spilled from the depths of Holthas' pupils was absorbed by the cracks in Milo's hands.
Those crack marks, the so-called "uncleanable guilt", have deepened again.
Milo slightly opened his palms, feeling the cursed forbidden power carefully. From Yog-Sothoth to Nas Holthus, his hands had already moved at the same time. Stained with the blood of foreign gods and old gods, how should this "guilt" be defined?
But it's not over yet.
Strictly speaking, Milo can be regarded as a man who is both old and young. While enjoying the popular food and drinking spicy food outside, he must not forget to bring some to the elderly at home.
The old man here is naturally not Kang.
But the Scarlet Witch.
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The old witch was "chopped in half" by a guy from the Golden Law Temple a while ago, and she needs some high-quality ingredients to replenish her body.
And as long as she eats well and drinks well, Milo can take a step forward on the road of sacramental sacrifice.
So a scene like this appeared on the streets of Nanwei City in the abyss world -
A terrifying man covered in shadow order took the crowbar back to his waist and took out a The bowie knife, with its handle shining red like magma, began to "harvest spoils" on the huge eyeball like a hill.
Since the meal box that had been used to hold the Holy Communion was not brought with him (the metal lunch box brought back from Galid), Milo could only take the cut "meat" (actually some green crystal material) tied with iron wire and hung from the waist.
After doing all this, Milo returned to the top floor of the law enforcement headquarters with a full load and ignored the broken Holthus.
Indeed, as Horthus himself said, Milo could not kill Him even in the abyss. Of course, this depends on how death is defined.
Holthas's will and godhead have collapsed at this moment.
It cannot be said that He is too weak. After all, Holthus had already fallen countless years before Milo and Emma came to this abyss world.
He is more like an abandoned son who was betrayed by his followers and abandoned by the other gods in the dream.
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However, for this old god who fell into the abyss, the real suffering begins from the moment he is unable to resist the erosion of the chaotic order.
At that time, "immortality" will be an endless torture to Him.
(End of this chapter)