Chapter 681 The Girl and the Goat
It is very much like a bizarre and short dream.
Starting from the small seaside village to Nanwei City.
From a drunkard at the beginning to a law enforcement officer later.
From an ordinary person to a psychic.
From a nightmare, to a peeper, and then to a shadow inexplicably.
From the waking world, to the dreamland, to the abyss.
Finally, under the afterglow of the blood moon, he was devoured and decomposed by the power of the gods.
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At a certain moment, Milo had the illusion that everything he had experienced in this world seemed to be visible in the visions in the blood moon sky. Come and see bits and pieces of the past.
The pilgrims hidden in the mountain streams, guarding the "planting ground" of the ethnic group; the dark glow of the mysterious weapons and the cold eyes of the hunters behind the shadows of the night; the passing figures of the underwater deep divers; the deceivers emerging from the sky... …
Those familiar but unfamiliar faces, the outlines of those flesh-and-blood souls were gradually fading from the memory in his mind.
It's like compressing the contents of the past few years into a book, and then flipping through it in one click.
Maybe even Milo himself can't tell whether the blurred world in his original memory is real, Nanwei City is real, or whether it is all just a dream.
He has never truly lived in either world.
Who knows...
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It seems that from a certain point in time, Milo completed a cut with his past self.
It is not certain whether it was a decision made based on his subjective will, but he really forgot about his past self. When his consciousness began to collapse, he could only vaguely remember that he had had such an experience. It was an ordinary, ordinary experience, but I couldn't remember any details in it. It wasn't just my real name that was forgotten.
So he could always feel the emotion called sadness brewing.
But maybe it was the noble order of superiority that allowed him to block these low-level and cowardly emotions?
It may also be that Milo has never really looked directly at that side of himself.
In short, with all the powerful power he possesses, the talent of eating fear, the support from believers, and the rebuilt immortal flesh and soul, they are like ice sculptures falling into the river among the gods. When it quickly melted and decomposed under the torrent, Milo suddenly realized the sadness that he had ignored.
And the various emotions that followed crazily emerged like spring water, not too strong, but extremely real.
All these bundled together may be collectively called human nature.
And that is exactly what Milo has been stripped away bit by bit and diluted bit by bit in the long process of growing up.
He did not cut off all these weak dregs from his body on the first day he became a shadow, as Imnar said, but the fact is that he cannot stop the so-called "evolution" trend.
Until the moment when the lost thing suddenly appears in front of you, that moment of feeling...
Have you ever had such an experience, that is, suddenly hearing a passage that you often used long ago? When you listen to a melody or smell a certain familiar scent from your childhood, the emotions belonging to that period of time hidden in your mind will emerge at that moment.
But I may not be able to remember certain details belonging to that period.
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Anyway, Milo is gone.
At least in this world controlled by the gods, he disappeared, more completely than death.
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The gods studied the land after the annihilation of Milo in depth.
Of course, the subject of research is not Milo.
What they want to know is why the thing sleeping underground resonates with a shadow, and what is special about the strange man who should not appear in this time and space. Sex, and what is going on in this isolated world...
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Even though some asshole left in style. Before he was shattered, he faced the torrent formed by the combined forces of the gods.
Until the last moment, his consciousness and soul were still savoring the long-lost humanity and forgotten sadness. To a certain extent, it was for those who were still in the waking world. To a living person, this is another kind of cruelty.
For example, the girl whose eyes were gouged out again and left in the broken church.
She staggered out of the church.
Through the broken Crimson Mountains.
In the end, he almost struggled and climbed to the battlefield after the gods left.
In the cold, sharp ruins, she found Milo's severed forearm.
No one can imagine how she found this arm with her completely closed, almost suffocating and desperate perception.
And the severed arm was just like what Milo had sensed in the dreamland before. It was bone-chilling, as if it had been dead for tens of millions of years.
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Daisy is cold and sleepy.
Holding the severed arm that was colder than herself and heavier than the boulder, she huddled in the corner of the ruins, not daring to take another half step toward the completely dark world, and she no longer had the strength to take one. Out...
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I don’t know how much time passed.
Another strange creature crawled out of the ruins.
It has a human outline, but it is only an outline. Most of the limb surfaces are like bark covered with a sticky substance, but it is such an ugly thing. If you stare at it too hard, If it takes a long time, there will be a moment when you mistake it for the most beautiful person of the opposite sex according to your own aesthetic concept, regardless of male or female...
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The ugly creature is dragging behind it Broken umbilical cord…
While he was crawling back and forth among the ruins, he was still muttering words that no one could hear clearly. It was not like a spell or a pure whisper.
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It approached Daisy cautiously like a hunter.
However, its target was not Daisy, but the severed arm in Daisy's hand.
After confirming that the blind human girl posed no threat, it roughly pushed the girl away and took away the severed arm she was holding in her arms.
Daisy's resistance was of no avail.
The ugly creature let out a scream of joy, left Daisy behind, and quickly moved away among the ruins.
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In fact, this thing appeared on this land a long time ago.
From a certain perspective, it is Wendigo’s biological mother.
Do you still remember how the initial humanity that Milo gave to Wendigo came from?
Yes, it was pulled out from the belly of the incarnation of the Supreme Mother Goddess.
That extremely ugly monster is the incarnation of the mother goddess after being maimed and beaten to pieces.
The crazy guy once transformed into Grasso and tried his best to "give birth to a new life" with Milo...
Maybe it was even the incarnation of the Mother Goddess. It can't even reach the level, it can only be regarded as a ray of will divided by the Black Goat of the Forest.
Even though it is dilapidated, it still retains the ability to confuse people's hearts, and the image it presents in the eyes of others is still the most beautiful and moving appearance.
It’s a pity that there seems to be no other living creature except Daisy on the battlefield...
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As for why it wanted to take away Milo’s severed arm... …
(End of this chapter)