Chapter 808 Blasphemy
“What do you think?”
A ferocious smile began to appear on Milo’s face.
The illusory dream of the full moon was shattered. Even if the Goddess of Tears unlocked her godhood, she could not directly use the order-level power to obliterate Milo.
Now it’s Milo’s turn to turn against the guest.
He peeked into the undead memories of several Volvados one after another. Even though the memory that could be retained in the mind of each Volvados before his death was blurred and fragmented, the victory was in quantity, no matter how fragmented it was. Memory, Milo can always piece together a similar power of order.
What's more, Milo still carries the power of corrupted faith that belongs exclusively to Wolvados, which was originally kept in Youss underground and later retrieved by Nightweaver. The hunter found a resting place, and the power of faith did not turn into an insect. Instead, he chose Milo, who had mastered the broken memories of several generations of Wolvados at the same time, just like the Night Weaver took the initiative to find Milo at the beginning.
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The masked cloak, the scorching red eyes, and the green flames that seemed to engulf the entire space at any time.
What should be said is that the son of Nordens really has no ideas and creativity in color matching. The abstract combination of red and green is really devoid of beauty.
But it is better than the powerful oppression of the reincarnation order.
That is a force that is enough to monitor and deter all malicious intentions in the outer space.
It is the order that the Southern Realm and even the entire Dreamland recognize as existing.
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Of course, this is definitely not as good as the real Wauwadaus. We all know that the last generation of Wauwadaus has died in Heehee Castle.
It does not seem to be difficult to deal with a false goddess with a incomplete godhead and incomplete order.
Especially when Milo is directly calling on the power of faith that originally belonged to Wolvados.
“Bang!!!”
A large piece of ancient rune shrouded the entire island and the surrounding sea area.
Milo mastered the incomplete order of Wolvados, as if that part of the power was innate to him.
The duty given to Volvados by the gods is to monitor those external gods with malicious intentions, and it happens that the three ladies of sorrow are one of the favored ones, and the one they serve is also external in nature. In the gods.
The restrained relationship between the two forces is very clear.
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“Borrowed things cannot make a difference.”
The Goddess of Tears released her torrent of power, trying to break the order that Milo held in his hands at the moment.
His full moon dream has been shattered, so the method of using rules and order to kill Milo has failed. Now he can only rely on pure power to crush him.
"I've beaten you enough."
The shadow of Wolvados stood behind Milo.
The expanded cloak turned into a formidable dark cloud, and at this moment it was as if the real Wolvados had arrived.
In the depths of the Southern Territory, his order and broken faith exploded for the last time under the urging of Milo.
The divine power of the Goddess of Tears and the order of the monitors had a comprehensive collision.
Green flames and chaos merged to form a tall tower between the sky and the sea. All matter and energy as small as particle level were constantly annihilated in the collision, tearing open cracks in the space and creating many mere A strange sight that cannot be seen with the naked eye.
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And the other side.
The Sighing Goddess didn’t care at all about the terrifying collision on Milo’s side.
He lightly lifted his heels and took a few steps to reach the border of Nanwei City.
At this time, the controlled Yan followed Him closely.
For the three ladies, the will to kill Enid was more important than anything else.
When the Sighing Goddess was about to enter the edge of the passage in Nanwei City, an identical figure of the goddess appeared in every direction on the edge of the passage.
These are objects that were previously impossible to attack.
It's all just an illusion.
His power is rooted in the soul, and what Yan can see is just the shadow that the goddess of sighs presents to his soul.
But now that he is about to enter Nanwei City, He finally reveals his true form.
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But it was at this moment.
The gray in Yan's eyes that followed him suddenly faded away.
Caught off guard by the Sighing Goddess, Yan's hands penetrated His ribs from behind and went straight into His torso.
“Chi…”
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The goddess of sighs is very tall and strong, even taller than Freya.
But at this moment, his tall body was tightly restrained by Yan, who looked much smaller.
The hands that penetrated his body grasped his ribs and internal organs.
The moment before the goddess fought back in anger, Yan pulled the things he was holding out from under the opponent's ribs on both sides!
"Speaking of which, one of my many titles was the one who is not attracted by dreams, hehe."
Mind control, dream inducement, and bewitchment, all similar methods are based on deceiving the victim's inner world. , the purpose of manipulation has been achieved, Yan is not immune to being deceived, he is just good at escaping, both at the physical level and at the mental level.
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The internal organs and broken ribs of the Sighing Goddess were torn out.
He felt unprecedented pain and insult.
Without unlocking and releasing the divine personality like the Goddess of Tears, this level of trauma is fatal enough for Him.
“Ah!!!”
About the same time that the Goddess of Sighs was being attacked and screaming, the Goddess of Tears’ frightened cry came from the storm of order raging behind.
Their bodies and souls were hit hard in a short period of time.
Far outside this sea area, all the believers in the territory of the Three Goddess Faith Herds headed by Sarah Lun seemed to have been struck by lightning at this moment. In panic, they hugged each other and cried, and some even directly Falling into madness. And in the storm in the deep south.
Milo is greedily absorbing all the fear nutrients born in the hearts of believers who believe in the Three Goddess.
The left wing of the Goddess of Tears was shattered, and she half-knelt on the ground in embarrassment. She could not be the opponent of Watcher Wolvados. Even if it was only the remaining order, after all, it was not just playing with dreams. The favored person can be shaken by false gods.
At this moment, one of Milo's boots stepped on the shoulder of the Goddess of Tears.
The posture is blasphemous and the look is scornful.
A large amount of chaotic fear separated from the soul of the Goddess of Tears, turned into a rich black fluid, and penetrated into every pore of Milo.
He raised his head and exhaled a breath.
"Huh..."
The dark shadow belonging to Wolvados behind him is slowly receding.
This may be the last time that the Monitor exerts its residual warmth. His era has ended, the reincarnation system has been severed, and the corrupted power of faith has been completely squandered by Milo in this battle with the Goddess of Tears. In confrontation.
But Milo was satisfied with the result.
At least we won.
Unfortunately, something seemed to be preventing him from killing the old witch in front of him.
It was an unknown thing that he could not see clearly or understand for the time being.
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That's how troublesome the superiors are.
Even if you defeat the opponent, it is difficult to kill them completely.
When these old things who have survived for a long time achieved their respective godhood, the first thing they solved was the problem of lifespan.
Even things that are not considered superiors, such as the Son of Ig and the Blade of Law, are difficult to kill completely.
Death in the dreamland seems to be a joke, without the heavy weight of the waking world...
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“Huh…”
“Ignorant people always... rely on a ray of obsession to go against fate.”
“Your soul is basically Not worthy of the power in your hands.”
“You have plotted against the gods, but you have not eliminated the root cause. Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to ruin this plan that took millions of years to achieve? ”
"Over and over again, cowardice! Ignorance!"
"Do you think you are fighting? Protecting?"
"Let me tell you, you failed to guard the waking world, this The city left by the dreamer, hers You can't keep the inheritance!"
"We only had to erase the dreamer's will, but we have left you with enough mercy."
"It's you who is stubborn. Not working! ”
"Now, that city and everything in it will be destroyed because of you."
"The last trace of this era in the waking world will be completely erased!!"
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Crack!
When the Goddess of Tears was trampled under his feet, helpless and furious, Milo gave her a slap in the face.
This slap did not even carry any fear power nor was it wrapped in the fire of sin. It had no lethality, but was extremely insulting.
"Shut your stinky mouth, you old immortal."
He pinched one of the ears of the Goddess of Tears, and went to dig out her eyeballs with his other hand. The method was extremely cruel.
In the end, the ear of the Goddess of Tears was ripped off without taking out the eyeball.
“Huh?”
Then he muttered:
“Hey, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.”
Whoops!
His other ear was also ripped off.
“Ah!!!!!”
A sharp wailing sound instantly penetrated the sky.
His incomplete godhead became even more incomplete at this moment.
However, Milo didn't intend to stop yet.
"Immortal, I will repay you twice as much for what you did to Enid. No one can escape."
Bang!
So the most down-to-earth beating has to be the best way to vent anger.
No soul torture and mind control can be as relieved as trampling on the opponent's head with the soles of your feet.
As the Goddess of Tears said, Milo is a despicable and ignorant soul, so he can only vent his anger through such low-level beatings.
In fact, on the other hand, the most profound blasphemy and insult to the superior gods is precisely to return to nature by stepping on the head, insulting, and spitting...
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"OI! Stop, stop, take a look at me!"
Yan's voice suddenly entered Milo's mind.
At this time, the energy turbulence around him had dissipated, and the shadow of Wolvados had completely disappeared.
The source of the sound was in the opposite direction, and Yan was hung upside down at some point.
There was a very thin straight line running through his chest, one end hanging high in the sky, and the other end originating from the earthen jar in a girl's arms.
The girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, and her face was as fair as a vampire.
The earthen pot exudes a heavy smell of death.
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It seems that the third lady who has never appeared has finally appeared.
(End of this chapter)