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Chapter 474 Vision under Cognitive Impairment
Generally speaking, the higher the rank of a being, the more sophisticated their descent is, and it is often accompanied by certain restrictions. For example, Yog-Sothoth, an Outer God, spent hundreds of years lying in wait and planning to successfully descend as a physical incarnation. On the other hand, those lowly Spirit Visioners in the so-called Golden Temple can descend easily in the form of a projection or even their true form.

It has been proven that the covenant of the gods has only a moderate effect on those in lower positions, while it has a stronger effect on those in higher positions.

Of course, that's just the usual situation; what we're talking about here is the style of the manner of arrival.

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As far as Milo knew, Shabh Nicholas, the "Supreme Mother Goddess" and "Goddess of Dark Abundance," possessed a series of rather intimidating concepts. According to the memories of the Great Old One, Glagi, this Mother Goddess was intimately connected with the existence of all things and all forms of life in the world.

And the arrival of His will must have a sense of oppression like Sothos, right?
In fact, the projection that appeared on the night of the hunt could not be considered Yog-Sothoth's true will in a strict sense. It had been separated from the true Outer God for too long, spending countless years in the mortal world. In essence, it had been assimilated and degenerated into a relatively mediocre, low-level soul. But even so, it almost tormented Milo and Monquia to death.

So normally, when the will or incarnation of an outer god descends, there must be some extraordinary commotion, if not some extraordinary celestial phenomenon.

However, when Milo faced the will of the so-called Supreme Mother Goddess, the Black Goat who gave birth to all things, he did not feel any oppression or threat.

Furthermore, the appearance of this avatar was not accompanied by any display of power.

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"Wow...it's so beautiful!"

In the distance, in the jungle, Enid stared blankly at Milo, uttering a wistful sigh.

Her gaze was uncontrollably fixed on a very conspicuous figure in the center of the battlefield, and she could not look away.

It was a slender, tall, and graceful figure.

She emerged from the blood mist in the center of the battlefield, shrouded in a light, ethereal red veil, her graceful body partially obscured. Her bare feet trod across the ground, yet remained untouched by any filth.

It was a face that would make any woman in the world envious, and a figure that would drive any man mad.

Adjectives like "stunningly beautiful" seem too vulgar to describe her; her beauty and temperament exude an ethereal quality that seems otherworldly.

Walking through the filthy battlefield, she was like a bright red maple leaf brushing against the swamp in the gentle breeze, standing out so out of place from everything around her.

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Enid stared blankly.

She was certain that she could never have imagined such a flawless woman in her mind, even if she exhausted all her imagination in the first half of her life. Yet, such a beautiful woman, without a single flaw from head to toe, actually appeared in her field of vision.

"Please, please don't wake up now, please, please." This was probably the most devout prayer Enid had ever offered since she was born.

Yes, even now she still thinks she's dreaming.

He was afraid that he might inexplicably miss out on meeting that stunning beauty on the front lines of the battlefield.

Of course, if you ask her what she specifically wants to do, she probably won't dare to do anything. She'll probably just stay in a corner and secretly watch and drool.

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Meanwhile, Rebecca had already cleared out the Calamity Apostles who had previously surrounded her in the jungle.

It turns out that she has an absolutely excellent innate foundation in combat. Milo only gave her a little guidance, allowing her to master the use of spiritual vision, and she was already unstoppable.

She naturally noticed the arrival of the Outer God's will in the center of the battlefield.

Although her position and angle were almost identical to Enid's, what Rebecca saw was not some stunningly beautiful woman.

Emerging from the bloody mist of the battlefield was a handsome man even more poetic than those depicted in classical oil paintings.

The woman wore exquisite medieval armor in a ceremonial style, with a flowing dark red cloak hanging behind her, and a finely crafted rapier at her waist. Most importantly, she had a stunningly beautiful face with impeccable features and sharp angles that appealed to both men and women—no, to men, women, and children of all ages.

…The figure that emerged from the blood mist, a shadow evolved from the will of Sabu Nicholas, undoubtedly attracted the attention of all the visual beings present.

However, just as Rebecca and Enid saw completely different images of the will, everyone saw the Mother Goddess's will differently.

This seems to confirm the old saying—due to cognitive impairment, because the weak soul cannot bear the ugly face from the high position, people's brains will always reject the real picture and create a more "beautiful" illusion for themselves.

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Yan's Night Demon wings, like the blades of a meat grinder, frantically reaped the young black goats.

The flying blood droplets dispersed into the surrounding air, forming a large area of ​​blood mist.

The so-called divine punishment will is formed from the tiny particles in these blood mists.

A dark red creature silhouette slowly emerged from the boiling battlefield blood mist, displaying remarkable composure without expending any power throughout the process.

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"At least make a hole in this ground, right?"

Milo stared at the silhouette emerging from the blood mist.

What he saw was not a human-shaped shadow, nor did it belong to any known biological form in the real world. It was a constantly changing cloud of blood mist. Sometimes the damp mist would condense together to form horrifying body parts, or slimy tentacles, a mouth dripping with liquid, and a dozen or so twisted short legs, the ends of which were black hooves that could barely be called "sheep hooves".

This strangely shaped, abstract blood mist life form, with its twisted steps, slowly approached Milo.

Behind Him, a trail of sticky footprints was dragged across the ground. The footprints were made up of two spherical halves, the marks of hooves.

If, as Milo originally envisioned, the Outer Gods' divine punishment descended with overwhelming force, that scene would actually seem more palatable.

However, the current tranquil and peaceful atmosphere is actually quite unsettling, both psychologically and physically.

Faced with this formless, yet clearly thoughtful and wise blood mist creature, anyone, even a spirit seer, would probably go mad within seconds under its gaze.

What is most frightening is never the suppression of powerful forces, but the human brilliance and wisdom displayed by life forms that do not have human form.

In particular, while the background depicted a bloody scene of the Night Demon and a group of black goat cubs fighting fiercely, the Blood Mist emanated a strange aura of peace and tranquility.

The intense visual and olfactory clashes make this scene incredibly jarring.

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In the distance, the believers and their families who served Sabu Nicholas were all prostrating themselves in worship, burying their heads deep into the ground. For them, the act of directly facing the will of the supreme Mother Goddess was a serious blasphemy that would bring misfortune.

Even Yan's "food battlefield" has temporarily come to a halt.

All the black goat calves retracted their enormous tusks and waving tentacles, assuming a posture of worship towards the life form composed of blood mist.

Yan flapped the black wings of the Night Demon, hovering in mid-air, staring strangely at the shadow that emerged from the blood mist.

No one knows what Yan saw.

But he made a gesture to Milo from a distance, a gesture that had nothing to do with standard sign language, and probably only Milo knew what he was trying to say.

It roughly means: Take action?
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However, even when the grotesque and blasphemous blood mist was only three to five meters away from Milo, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor, and slightly shook his head at Yan in the distance, signaling him not to make any rash moves.

(End of this chapter)