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Chapter 470 Can’t be beaten to death

Although he appeared completely calm on the surface.

But in reality, Milo is experiencing an unprecedented pleasure.

This was his first special experience after being promoted to the Shadow Sequence.

The pleasure it brings is completely different from the results achieved by some methods that humans are used to. It far surpasses the effects achieved by stimulating the nervous system with alcohol, drugs, etc., and is much more advanced than the pleasure driven by purely physiological means.

He knew this was the "feedback" resulting from the "liquidation".

As for why he felt a strange pleasure, he had no idea.

Imnar once said that the necessary path for humans to ascend to the Shadow realm is to sever all base instincts and all emotions of a weak soul. However, it turns out that even the Shadow is not a superior being indifferent to joy or sorrow. It's just that, compared to the joys and sorrows of humans, the Shadow has mastered a completely new pattern of emotional generation.

Essentially, it's just about jumping out of one circle and entering another.

……

Perhaps the idea that gods have no distinction between good and evil is also incorrect.

Or, it is incomplete.

The concept of good and evil perceived by lower-ranking beings may be completely different from that of higher-ranking beings. This is why lower-ranking races believe that the gods treat everything with indifference.

...

Milo went through a series of complex and profound thoughts.

However, his footwork was not delayed.

Finkelstein's current state can be described as extremely gruesome, to the point of being utterly inhuman.

It turns out that the indifference of those in power towards those in power may sometimes be considered a form of mercy, because once you, as a member of a lower race, become a source of pleasure in the minds of those in power, you will fall into a miserable state like Finkelstein, where you can neither live nor die.

……

"You can't kill me! My mission isn't over yet..."

"This is blasphemy against the Supreme Mother Goddess; you will be punished by the gods!"

"What foolish things..."

"Don't you understand? To unite with the will of the Supreme Mother Goddess and give birth to a new life will be the greatest honor of your life..."

"You might even be able to ascend to a higher dimension because of this..."

"Why stop me?"

"Just for that little believer who doesn't even have a place in your heart?"

...

Finkelstein's voice was no longer as passionate and high-pitched as it used to be.

Even though he possessed the pale blood of the Old Gods and was among the vampires closest to "immortality" in the human world, he could not escape death in the face of the torment of a Shadow. It was just that the death came a little later.

...

However, Finkelstein's words did distract Milo somewhat.

He glanced sideways at the fleshy cocoon writhing in the white flames not far away.

It seems, just as Finkelstein said, that a new life is indeed about to be born inside, but it is missing something important—a few ashes of a soul.

The ashes were slow to arrive, which made the white flames enveloping the fleshy cocoon restless.

The surface of the fleshy cocoon is rapidly decaying and rotting.

Something seemed to be struggling inside, emitting some silent groans.

...

The Supreme Mother Goddess that Finkelstein spoke of was none other than the Black Goat of the Forest—Sabb Nicholas.

As for the claim that Milo gave birth to a new life after uniting with this mother goddess, it is probably just an abstract statement. He never saw the will of this deity, and the so-called "union" was just a ritual performed through the organs cut off from Grasso's body.

However, it cannot be denied that the vessel, the fleshy cocoon now surrounded by white flames, does indeed bear the "traces" left by Milo.

And the life form that was conceived, to some extent, is highly likely to carry a portion of Milo's genes...

"It's a bit disgusting."

Click...

Milo offered a nonchalant comment.

Then another kick crushed Finkelstein's elbow joint, severing his forearm completely from his body.

...Bang!!!!

The chaotic force field poured down from high above, causing the entire area to sink by about half a meter.

That was the power of the Night Demon.

Yan is taking on all the young black goats by himself.

In fact, all these cubs tied together were no match for him, but their names already revealed the truth: as the cubs of the supreme mother goddess, they were endowed with far more than just thick skin and a strange appearance.

...

Yan's wings tore through the massive herd of black goat calves like a meat grinder.

Those rock-hard bodies appeared incredibly fragile under the Night Demon's wings. Blood and bits of flesh spread evenly into the air, flying everywhere and turning the entire space into a dark red jelly.

However, the flying blood and flesh will eventually settle back down and land on those severed limbs.

As time went on, strange things began to happen.

After this flesh and blood attached to the cub's severed limbs, the broken limbs, which had already lost their vitality, quickly began to wriggle again.

The jagged, broken wound began to heal rapidly.

In less than a few seconds, that enormous body, nearly three stories high, rose from the ground once again.

Where limbs are severed and healed, only a dark red mark remains. Especially for those cubs that have been shattered to pieces, after rebirth, their bodies are covered with countless such hideous patterns.

……

"Hey! Even if you exercise regularly, you can't become invincible, right? Isn't that just cheating?"

The Night Demon flapped its wings twice in the air, and finally circled down, leaving a long trail of black mist, before rolling to the top of the hillside.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Yan began cursing at the group of cubs below:

"These bastards are invincible!"

...

Milo simply looked up and glanced at it.

This is not surprising.

O Black Goat of the Forest, there is a saying from some narrow rumors that almost all the births of the Great Old Ones are inextricably linked to Him.

To put it bluntly, the rules of life He possesses are not limited to lower races; they have even reached the level of a dominant being. Under such circumstances, granting several black goat calves multiple lives should be something He could accomplish with a mere gesture.

This seems to indirectly confirm why the immortal vampires would worship and have faith in Sabu Nicholas.

This race has mastered "immortality" under the lower-level order, but they clearly understand that the so-called "immortality" is relative. As a vampire with ideals and aspirations, they yearn for "immortality" in a higher dimension and at a higher level, so they have thrown themselves into the embrace of this supreme mother goddess.

……

Milo moved his boots to Finkelstein's shoulders and pressed them down heavily.

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the contents of the soft tissue that had been compressed and burst were sprayed all over the ground.

But the instant Finkelstein screamed, the hand that Milo had removed beforehand was suddenly pulled by some invisible force and began to rush toward the direction where the white flames were burning.

On the palm of that severed hand, there seemed to be a small pinch of ashes left by the old tomb keeper.

...

"Whoosh!"

Just as the severed hand was about to plunge into the white flames, a crowbar suddenly fell from the surrounding shadows, pinning the severed hand firmly to the ground, preventing it from getting any closer.

Milo remained standing still the entire time.

He knew who was pulling the severed hand.

So he turned to look in the direction of the hunters on the hillside and calmly asked:
"Does that mean you also want to be embraced by the Supreme Mother Goddess?"

His gaze was fixed on Monquia, who stood at the very front of the hunters' group with his hands in his pockets.

Monquia's blind left eye showed no change in expression, but the eyeball, which should have been grayish-white, was now glowing with a faint red light, a sign of releasing a low-level spell, indicating that the traction force was indeed emanating from him.

But such sneaky little actions could not escape Milo's eyes.

Faced with Milo's questioning, Monquia could only answer truthfully:
"Our mission is to kill the person who is about to be born in the flames, and... we must kill him after he is successfully born."

"Why?" Milo asked calmly.

(End of this chapter)