Chapter 719: Sinful Fire Lord
“Huh?”
Milo was in a daze for a while before he noticed Freya who was crushed into the crack of the stone wall next to him.
She was not dead, but she was seriously injured.
You must know that the heavy weight here refers to a heavy weight compared to her strong recovery power, which has almost stopped her recovery power...
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Bang——
His figure instantly disappeared under the black flames.
Following that, the white-haired shadow of the Law Blade also disappeared.
The next second, a huge boulder exploded at the far end of the ruins.
The two figures crashed out of the ruins at the same time.
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Milo is still like that. He doesn’t have any superfluous or fancy skills. Even if he loses his sacramental body and the control of the blood-soaked gods, his style is still the same. Pure punches and kicks.
He swallowed all the fragments of guidance that led him to the cemetery.
Milo is no longer the weak and powerless mortal he was at the beginning.
But, it's not that strong.
Guidelines are just guidelines after all. How much nutrition can be absorbed by chewing the road signs?
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This should be Milo’s weakest stance ever when facing Jon Byrne.
But even so, during the active pursuit after his figure flashed, Qiong was stunned and did not dare to fight back with a single sword. He parried Milo's attack timidly the whole time.
It wasn't until Milo's last punch hit the sword, and Joan only took a step back to stop the momentum, that she fully reacted.
Today is different from the past...
A moment of astonishment flashed across Qiong's face.
Then, the shock was replaced by wild and bloodthirsty ferocity. She had been waiting for this day for too long.
Qiong looked at Milo, whose fists were wrapped in dark matter, and said through gritted teeth:
"You know..."
"I'm even a little disappointed."
...
Maybe Milo also realized that the legal blade in front of him was no longer what it was before. Seeing him so fragile.
If you think about it carefully, the beheading of Jon Byrne must be estimated back a few years. Even if the past few years of the waking world and the tombstone dream superimposed and coexisted are not included, then it is still It takes more than half a year, and this half year in the waking world is equivalent to nearly a century in the dreamland.
Qiong is no longer the immature new blade that has been unsheathed for a long time.
But so what...
Milo shook off the blood on his fist.
He tilted his head and stared at Joan. In his eyes, no matter how many times he repaired the blade of the Golden Law, he would tear her apart again.
Even the golden tree could not recall her soul.
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As for Joan’s contemptuous words, Milo didn’t care at all.
He only asked:
"The Eye of Thinking is in your temple, right?"
Qiong raised her sword and walked slowly towards Milo, snorted coldly: " Ha...I once regarded you as the strongest opponent in this life, it's ridiculous."
In Joan's eyes.
Milo's hatred for the golden tree is completely unreasonable.
Because between the gods and a little girl, he stubbornly chose the girl, more than once. This was not only a blasphemy against the gods, but also an extremely foolish move in itself.
His entanglement with the law was entirely to prevent the temple from reclaiming the Eye of Thinking. For the sake of a carrier of the Eye of Thinking that can be replaced at will, he has added countless sins to his body. No matter how terrifying the combat power he once possessed, he is still a soul that cannot reach the top.
This is Joan's thinking, and it is also the thinking of most of the creatures who have taken refuge in the temple.
In their eyes, disobeying God's will is not only a hateful act, but also ridiculous.
This is what Milo did.
He was violating the order and common sense that the temple apostles were accustomed to.
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But Milo didn’t care at all about Joan’s various contemptuous reactions.
He was thinking about something seriously.
That's about the thinking eye.
After the battle in the Tombstone Dream, there were too many things that obscured Milo's vision and hearing, and he "lost" many people.
Enid is one, Daisy is one...
So at that moment, Milo suddenly remembered the special vision of the Thinking Eye that transcends time and space...
Revenge is one thing.
That is an excellent tool to help him find the missing person.
......
"But you don't know that I came to Dreamland..."
The astonished expression on Joan's face when she saw Milo has proved it at this point.
Milo frowned slowly.
“If the Thinking Eye is in the temple, it’s impossible for you not to know about it.”
“Did it hide it?”
“It doesn’t make sense, it should I knew I wanted to kill it too.”
In the end, Thinking Eye voluntarily gave up on Daisy and followed Joan out of the tombstone dream, and Milo knew this.
It obviously saw the ending of Daolos' dream of destroying the tombstone, so it made this choice.
But in Milo's view, this is betrayal.
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However, Joan did not give Milo time to continue thinking.
The long sword bathed in holy light burst out and slashed towards Milo with a speed comparable to thunder and lightning.
There are also hundreds of illusory long swords of the same shape densely packed in the surrounding space, falling like raindrops from above in the form of a sword array.
It is not difficult to see that after meeting Milo, Joan has lost the heaviness and reserve that belongs to the edge of the law. Her eyes have been trembling, not entirely because of uneasiness. It was more of excitement, and part of it was the eagerness to kill Milo.
You can see that Qiong's face, always covered with coldness and indifference, is now filled with ferociousness.
She wanted so much to see Milo cut into pieces.
She had imagined this scene for almost a century. …
Bang——
The top of the mountain that had been cut off by half was once again plowed over by the Thunder Sword Formation.
Large pieces of broken stone fell from the cliff and fell into the clouds and mist below.
Thunder and holy light intertwined and eventually caused a fire.
The peak of Lengyuan Mountain, which was originally bitingly cold, was burned hot by Qiong with just one person and one sword.
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She originally wanted to end Milo in the slowest way, so that his soul could taste the pain she had endured in order to survive.
But now Joan has given up this idea.
As she said, Milo is so weak now that she is a little disappointed.
Moreover, the thinking pattern he displayed is too low-level, and he is no longer worthy of being the biggest enemy of Sharp Blade...
So using all your strength to kill him is the greatest mercy and gift to him.
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The sword array was covered up, and the thunder subsided.
Qiong maintained a posture of kneeling on one knee, with the long sword clenched in both hands nailed to the rock beneath her feet.
The wind high in Leng Yuan stirred her long white hair.
She closed her eyes tightly and completely broke with the inner demons that had been entangled for many years.
At this time, in Joan's perception, Milo has been shattered into pieces, and his soul has not left any fragments.
She needs some time to calm down her heart and get her situation back in order.
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“Have you had enough trouble?”
Huh?
What sound…
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"I ask again, is the Eye of Thinking in the temple?"
Impossible...
...
"Do you hear me talking to you?"
That's right his voice...
But why...
An illusion?
Lingering demons?
Just like the dream I had every night in the past.
Even if the person has died, I still can't cross this hurdle...?
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Papa…
It wasn’t until she felt a cold palm slapped her cheek twice in a very blasphemous way that Qiong didn’t stop there. I woke up completely from the daze of self-doubt.
What I saw when I opened my eyes was definitely a horrifying scene.
The spiral black flames filled the sky, with Milo as the center, lingering and raging.
And the man squatting in front of him could no longer see any blood of ordinary creatures. There were terrible black flames rolling in his eye sockets, mouth, and even every pore. A feeling that, just by looking at it, you can feel a pair of sinful and blasphemous hands stroking your soul. Even the totem symbolizing the golden tree on his body became dim and began to tremble uncontrollably.
Why is there such a dark fire?
What kind of flame is this?
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Inside the light armor, Qiong's body was soaked with cold sweat.
She could see Milo with her own eyes, but she couldn't sense the slightest bit of Milo's aura.
The overwhelming black flames seemed to appear out of thin air. Before he arrived at the top of the mountain, he didn't notice the slightest clue...
The black flames had touched Qiong's unknown. field.
The unknown is fear.
She didn't understand why she hadn't noticed anything so terrifying before.
What blinded my mind?
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Qiong opened her mouth blankly for a long time, unable to speak.
And Milo, who was squatting in front of her, was playing with a miniature spiral black flame in his palm with great interest. The fire of sin freely shuttled through every inch of his skin and every pore, which rejected light and heat, The dark side flame that rejected gentleness and could burn almost everything did not hurt him at all.
Just as Milo has been saying before -
"It is not a fire without a source".
When Freya was beaten, Milo reached the deepest resonance with the fire of sin.
That is some kind of behavior that will be regarded as a serious crime by various temples...
Milo found the "source" and the "tinder" for this confusing fire of sin.
After the flame turned from a gentle posture to the dark side, the crybaby is no longer qualified to be the fuel for the fire. Only the heavier and more high-quality "fear" is qualified to be its fuel.
This may seem too coincidental.
But the Scarlet Witch has already given guidance for everything.
The encounter between the fire of original sin and the person of original sin is not accidental.
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Any form of fear that Milo absorbed could become fuel for the fire of sin.
Now, he is the master of this forbidden flame.
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"Very good, very good...right, right."
Milo's actions were very insulting.
He pinched Joan's cheeks frivolously and pressed her mouth.
Large swaths of black smoke mixed with fluid-like substances poured out from Joan's seven orifices, eventually converging into Milo's hands and being absorbed and digested along the pores. That was the fear welling up deep in Joan's heart at this moment.
“Yes, yes~”
"Take your time, don't rush."
"Hey hey hey..."
(End of this chapter)