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The ruler, shrouded in wind, frost, and extreme cold.

Itaquya brought a blizzard to Nanwei, a city located on the southern coast.

...

Milo, carrying Monquia's large scythe, faced the enormous figure behind the wind and snow.

Those deep, purplish-red eyes, hidden behind the wind and snow, radiated endless malice.

The wind and snow kept lashing against Milo's long overcoat. He only stood still for two minutes before the soles of his boots froze into the frost on the ground.

He glanced sideways at the same chilling aura emanating from the large scythe on his shoulder.

He then reached out and wiped the blade of the sickle.

This time, the intense heat of the fire traveled from the cracks on the back of his hand to the blade of the scythe. The reddish heat replaced the cold, and the blade radiated rolling heat waves. The snowflakes in the surrounding air were melted and evaporated again, causing billowing white smoke, which even caused embers to rise from the dirty bandages on the handle.

"That makes sense."

After completing this series of actions, Milo nodded in satisfaction and muttered to himself:

"Attribute counters are an element that will never go out of style on the battlefield."

Unlike the last time he lost all his power after falling into the abyss, this time Milo is in a state of complete clarity.

He stood on the wasteland, carrying his smoking scythe, waiting for Itakyua above the clouds to launch a fierce attack on him.

And at this time.

The edge of the cemetery.

Milo saw several clear claw marks covering the exposed ground after the ice and snow melted, as if some giant beast had cut the surface.

The claw marks were a grotesque dark red.

There was no obvious special smell.

However, traces of ancient characters can be seen inside the claw marks.

The handwriting was still very clear, and it happened to be the Polya script that Milo recognized—"Before the view is magnificent".

...

Milo didn't know who left this message on the ground.

But it's right, there really is a breathtaking view ahead.

This was the first time Milo had seen snow in Nanwei City. The heavy snow made the wind visible, and the icy chill seemed to freeze even the crescent moon above the clouds.

The city, the high bridge, the church tower—everything was shrouded in ice and snow.

The air is often filled with intermingling, cold fluorescent lights.

If it weren't for the enormous, purplish-red pupils behind the clouds, the scene before us would actually be closer to a peaceful and tranquil snowy landscape.

……

Having probably discovered something, Milo took two more steps forward.

The intense heat emanating from him melted the snow on the ground in front of him, and within a few meters, he saw another claw mark with ancient characters.

Polya's writing, also from the icy world, is "but red-eyed."

This is the Abyss World, where anything can happen.

This includes strange admonitions that suddenly appear on the ground.

But how could this ancient admonition, still bearing the marks of time, know that behind this snowstorm lay the crimson eyes of Itakua?
Has anyone been to this place?
But that doesn't make sense. Isn't the Abyss a world made up of imaginary objects?

Milo is probably the only visitor here, and also the only creator here...

...

At this moment, he suddenly remembered some of the words of Tutis Claude that he had met in the abyss last time. Tutis Claude had guided Milo to question his judgment, to question the illusion and reality of this world, and even to question the reality of the real world.

Could there be an objectively existing will within the abyss?

……

Suddenly, Milo realized that the admonition on the ground was not fully revealed.

He deliberately moved a few more steps forward, and after the firelight melted the snow, another piece of advice appeared on the ground—

"Next, a falling attack will be very effective."

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"Falling attack?"

Milo frowned; he couldn't quite understand this third piece of advice.

But the moment he uttered those words to himself, the so-called "falling attack" began.

Boom!

A gigantic hand from the heavens, like a meteorite piercing through the stars, brought with it a fierce wind and shockwave, carrying extreme frost. From its initial glimmer of cold light, it rapidly magnified in Milo's vision until it filled more than half of his field of vision. It was like a mountain slamming into Milo's face.

This terrifying force was far more frightening than Itakua's world-destroying act that Milo had witnessed in the abyss, because this time it was aimed directly at Milo.

...

Just as that enormous hand was about to crush him down.

The scythe blade in Milo's hand tore through the air in a series of scorching curves. The trajectories twisted and intersected, forming a cross-shaped strangulation totem mark. The power of fire and blood burst forth from the blade in an instant. The seemingly slender blade trajectory forcefully stopped the downward trend of the terrifying, mountain-like hand.

The strangulation totem was deeply imprinted on Itakua's palm, leaving a red-hot mark.

Although its true form is just a chaotic black nebula, it is marked with the fusion of blood and fire, just like a physical entity.

However, the palm still managed to strike the ground.

The entire area began to collapse downwards at an alarming rate.

The fields and cemeteries were crushed downwards, and the canal was also broken. The frozen ice on the river surface and the water below rushed into the collapsed pit all at once.

……

However, the person who "slapped" Itakua's hand was now far from the area that had been crushed, appearing at the other end of the field of vision.

At this moment, Milo stood on the edge of the church's high bridge, holding a scythe, witnessing the birth of a huge basin.

Oh no, to be precise, it's a huge lake.

The river water that should have flowed to the eastern sea was all trapped in this collapsed crater. Standing on the high bridge upstream, Milo could feel the ice in the riverbed below frantically breaking apart.

...

Before long, the area that had been struck completely sank and was quickly filled with a mixture of ice and water, forming an ice lake.

All the tombstones in the cemetery were submerged at the bottom of the lake.

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At that moment, standing on the Church Bridge, Milo saw another piece of advice on the bridge platform—

"Sometimes falling is also rising."

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"I hate riddle-makers the most."

Looking at this baffling advice, Milo grinned and cursed.

One moment it's a falling attack that's very effective, the next it's an upward attack—it's unclear whether it's going up or down.

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However, just as Milo was cursing, he suddenly noticed another Itakua reflected on the surface of that "brand new" huge lake...

Their bodies were formed from black nebulae, and their pupils were purplish-red, like those of a burning meteorite.

After his palms were branded, he stood above the clouds and let out some terrifying howls that didn't sound like living beings. They should have been cries of pain, but to the other person, they sounded like the sounds of nature, like a landslide or a tsunami.

Soon after, Itakua began searching for Milo's exact location in the icy world, preparing for the next attack.

...

Milo, meanwhile, stared blankly at the vast lake for a long time, carrying a scythe.

Sometimes, falling is also rising.

"The subsequent drop attack will be very effective."

"Red-eye"

...

When Milo was carving totems on Itakua's nebulous body, he could clearly feel that its chaotic body was difficult to destroy. It contained the rules of special substances such as nebulae, rather than a pure living body.

Moreover, in combat like this, where the enemy's fatal weaknesses are often written all over their face, as if they're afraid you won't know.

Moreover, the advice has already made everything clear.

Clearly, Itakua's weakness lies in those purplish-red eyes hidden behind the clouds.

It's easy to notice that even when it felt excruciating pain, it still stood upright and never lowered its pupils to a position where Milo could attack.

...

"Then, a falling attack... an upward attack."

Milo gazed at the chilly surface of the lake, a look of realization gradually appearing on his face.

He could probably understand what those extremely concise pieces of advice were trying to express.

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(End of this chapter)