Chapter 682 The Principle of Regression
Judging from the many crazy words of the incarnation of the Supreme Mother Goddess, it might have some past or future with Milo, but it is just the current Mai Luo. Luo didn't know.
It can probably be summed up as - I want to give you a child.
Somewhat sick and twisted.
In the end, Crowe took advantage and completed a "new and old replacement".
As for this guy on the ruins...
Well, it’s hard to comment.
It’s really hard to evaluate.
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Although the main body is a filthy creature that is difficult to describe with metaphors, the "self-modification" function from the Mother Goddess can still blind those dull eyes and mistake it for The beautiful body in my mind.
So at least it doesn't look that bad on screen.
Since your spiritual vision is definitely not that high, I can describe to you the scene in the corner of the ruins like this.
That is, the most beautiful X fantasy individual you can imagine, using Milo's broken arm to perform some kind of self-pleasure under the sky covered by the blood moon, well, regardless of gender.
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So sometimes it is a blessing to not be able to see the truth, right?
The Supreme Mother Goddess is happy.
We, the onlookers, are also in awe.
So the world where only Milo was injured was achieved.
Probably all gods will inevitably be blasphemed one day.
While being admired and believed by everyone, there are always one or two thorns in the crowd who don’t really want to kneel at your feet but want to use your feet to do something Quentin likes. This is inevitable, even Milo is not immune.
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But, is the war really over?
Really, as the mediocre people with narrow vision see it, it starts quickly and ends abruptly?
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Or do you think that the severed arm will be a cliché opportunity for resurrection or...
Shit~~
Then it is really just used as a small toy.
Even if he could be reborn with a withered and stiff broken arm, I think Milo would not want to be resurrected and find himself in a strange position...
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The fact is.
The light of the blood moon has always enveloped the entire waking world.
After the gods came and gave Milo annihilation, he disappeared completely.
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——Really dead? Those people who turned into dust will never come back.
This is Milo's last bit of clear consciousness.
He felt like he had slept for a long time.
He was a bit unable to wake up. The fatigue wrapped around his body like a swamp, and he couldn't even turn over.
In the dream, he could only see pitch black. No, he couldn't even see black. It was an almost empty feeling in a world of nothingness.
I stayed in this absolutely dead environment for who knows how long, until at a certain moment, a tiny firefly that was too weak to be noticed appeared in the endless nothingness in my field of vision.
Then the ultimate void and dark space seemed to have consciousness.
Millions of years passed by in a flash.
It was as if the universe had experienced the death and rebirth in the blink of an eye. The fireflies turned into fireballs, became stars, the stars turned into nebulae, and then the nebulae turned into collapsing stars, disappearing step by step. Return to deathly silence.
This may be the true core of eternity. The so-called order and truth are composed of countless subtle chaos, undergoing meaningless rebirth and ending again and again.
Countless stars and lives are emerging enthusiastically, just like those countless kalpas before, coming and going, coming and going, over and over again, without a starting point.
Millions of years have passed.
Under a certain dawn composed of stars, and in a fountain composed of bright streams of countless colors, something more concrete than a firefly was born.
He is more dazzling and dangerous than the stars. Even the dullest soul can understand with just one glance that He has the power to turn the world into ashes or reactivate the dying stars.
He replaced fireflies and became the source of destruction and birth. Matter, energy, thinking, and even wild dreams all originated from Him.
He has no name, because all formal designations have no meaning for a being who will die at birth.
He once had many brothers and sisters, who were born at another time point hundreds of millions of years away from Him, and have never met.
And just as the ancient curse stipulated, when they were born, they all ushered in death, and death also became the end of those 100 million years. But...
He was born before his eyes, but death did not come.
He fell into a deep sleep in an incomprehensible way, like an innocent child, unaware that he had avoided an eternal curse.
The dead void exploded and churned driven by certain sources of power, and the floating debris began to condense, and stars were born and evolved into nebulae.
The void universe ushered in its dawn.
So all the good and evil are also derived.
So there is an abyss, a thousand civilizations, and a dream-like world.
So there are gods, ghosts, wills...
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So the sleeping one naturally has his own name.
"Azadi"
He belongs to the Royal Court of Chaos.
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“So…”
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Admittedly, Milo got a glimpse of some incredible secrets.
About when he got a glimpse of these truths, a piece of sky, a breeze, and a purple light fell into his eyes.
It was like the scream in the shadow of the night, waking him up from the dreamy starry sky.
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It was only then that Milo realized that his uncontrollable body, which seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, seemed to have some reaction.
He can move.
And what disturbed him was not a scream in the dark.
It's another very familiar sound.
That was the high-frequency whine occasionally emitted by the old stereo at home.
Then what broke into his ears through the crack in the door was the melody that seemed to have been away for centuries. It was the most familiar to him and the most unfamiliar now.
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“Red lips, fierce flames, desperate to be soothed——”
"Tenderness, desire, completely lost——"
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Probably everyone has such an experience.
When you were a little kid, you did not have control over all the film, television, music and entertainment equipment at home, so most of the time you could only reluctantly follow what you had. In good shape, I can watch my dad’s favorite TV series and listen to my mom’s idol songs.
So the main theme of Milo's childhood was actually those lyrics and melodies that were slightly explicit for the era.
Of course, every time I lie in bed on the weekend like now, the lady at home will turn up the volume of the stereo to the maximum.
The door, which has almost no sound insulation effect, will pour all the notes it receives intact into Milo's bed, including the current noise from the speaker that is in disrepair from time to time.
And——
“What time does the brat go to bed!”
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And Milo, who was lying on the bed, didn’t dare to move.
He didn't know if the scene in front of him would be shattered by any of his large movements, so he didn't dare to move.
This was the first time that Milo felt that the song from the old broken speaker was so pleasant to the ears coupled with the curses outside the door.
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"I remember..."
"It's all back..."
"Hehe...hehe..."
Milo laughed out loud while lying on the bed.
But as I smiled and laughed, tears came to my eyes.
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“Thank you.”
(End of this chapter)