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Chapter 503 Erosion
The current situation looks a lot like a secret gathering of an underground evil cult, because many people present are wearing long cloaks that almost drag on the ground, with only the lower half of their faces visible under the hoods, and everyone is chanting prayers in hushed tones.

The dazzling light and holy glow of the golden tree were nowhere to be seen inside the cathedral.

The air was filled with a silent and profound atmosphere.

Milo had only recently ventured into this deep area of ​​the church, so he wasn't sure if it had always looked like this since its inception...

...

At this moment, the "crack" on the ground beneath the golden tree's shade was emitting a strange, dark light.

To be precise, it did not fall on the stone slab surface. If you look closely, you can see that the crack is suspended in the air about ten centimeters above the ground, and is about half a palm's width and one meter long.

It looks somewhat like the advice that Milo encountered in the Abyss.

However, unlike the previous one, the admonition was marked by several scarlet claw marks of varying sizes, while the one in the Great Cathedral was the only one, and it was not scarlet but emitted a dim light that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

This is absolutely not advice.

...

Milo stood at the front of the church, silently gazing at the crack before him.

The scholars, clerks, and chorus nuns within the Great Cathedral were most likely unaware of the crack, as evidenced by their posture as they faced the Golden Tree sculpture.

The only ones who were probably aware of the rift were Daisy and De La Shaw.

Perhaps some experienced, elderly contract scholars could detect a hint of something amiss, but their souls and wills remained firmly resisting any anomaly of this magnitude, as it could potentially destroy everything in their minds...

……

It's worth mentioning that Wendigo did not follow.

Sensing the chilling aura emanating from the crack, it scurried up the cathedral's pillars to the skylight, not daring to approach any closer.

Milo crouched down to carefully sense the eerie aura emanating from the crack.

Combining that elusive yet somewhat familiar feeling, Wendigo's ghost-like subconscious reaction, and the piercing screams that occasionally emanated from the crack, Milo was almost certain that the other side of the crack led to the abyss.

Upon realizing this, Milo's expression turned grim.

The feeling was somewhat similar to suddenly finding the key to solving a complex and intricate puzzle, and in an instant, all the clues became clear. Specifically, the vague sense of familiarity that the crack gave Milo gradually became tangible; he could begin to see the dim light emanating from within, and even recognize whose piercing screams they were…

Because the inhabitants of that abyss world ruled by arthropods were buried by Milo himself.

Those screams were the piercing cries they let out the moment they were being cut by the sickle.

...

"So that's not just a purely imagined world?"

Milo turned to look at Daisy.

At this moment, he didn't know how to explain the phenomenon before him.

...

“That is a world far more complex than the Dream Realm, a world that even the gods would fear—chaos.” Daisy slowly raised her head.

Although she had lost her eyes, Milo could always feel her gentle gaze and sense her emotions through her eyes.

Daisy is very scared now.

Her fear at this moment surpassed that of most previous periods.

Even when the Templar Knights' projection was about to "take her back," she had never shown such trepidation. When she mentioned the word "chaos," her voice trembled with a sob.

Clearly, as the Eye of Thinking, she saw something.

That was a vision far more powerful than ordinary spiritual vision, an ability to peer into the world regardless of distance, space, or time under certain circumstances. Perhaps behind that crack, she saw the likeness of Milo, the one playing the destroyer of the world; perhaps she even saw the consequences of the abyss spreading into the real world…

"Brother... please don't step into the abyss again, please don't..."

Daisy's voice trembled, with a hint of pleading.

Milo raised an eyebrow, then reached out and took Daisy's hand, smiling as if coaxing a child, and replied, "No, no, I'm never going again."

What I was really thinking was—but this time it seems like I was tricked into it by Crow, right?

...

Daisy raised her other hand, pointing to the crack that was constantly emitting a terrifying dark light:

"Chaos...it is spying on and learning about the world we live in...every trace left by a strange soul in the abyss will be remembered by Chaos, and it will follow the traces back to the real world to which that soul belongs..."

"It...it has noticed our presence...it...they are staring at me, I can feel their gaze moving over me, but...but I can't see their faces."

Whoosh!
Daisy's words were interrupted by a series of crisp, bone-piercing sounds.

A chorus nun standing not far behind her had a two-finger-wide spurt of blood shoot out from between her eyebrows, and then collapsed without a sound.

The column of blood headed straight for Daisy.

When it was still a meter away from Daisy, it was stopped by Dillash with one hand.

It was the kind of centipede-like arthropod that Milo had seen before.

...

Click...

Dirashaw, being a servant of the gods, crushed the insect with a backhand.

What was chilling was that despite this unexpected turn of events, the rest of the congregation gathered around the Golden Tree sculpture showed no reaction whatsoever. Whether it was the choir, the scholars of the covenant, or the deacons, everyone stared blankly at the Golden Tree, muttering to themselves.

In Milo's view, this is no longer a matter of subjective thinking rejecting things beyond cognition, but rather that chaos has already influenced these weaker, lower souls through the cracks of this abyss.

The terrifying arthropods that sprouted from their minds are proof of this.

...

After crushing the arthropod, Dirasha nodded to Milo, roughly meaning, "Don't worry, I will definitely protect the Eye Saintess."

He's the kind of person who's a bit stubborn. Now that he's successfully navigated the period of wavering between the Golden Rule and his own conscience, his will is stronger than ever.

He had his own Golden Rule within him, so much so that when the true inheritor of the Golden Rule from the Dream Realm labeled him a heretic, he didn't care.

...

But Milo did not respond to Dillash's gaze.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes and subtly scrutinized the man in front of him.

Or rather, at this moment, he was also wary of Dillah.

Because, if I remember correctly, in the Abyss world, Dirasha was eventually corrupted by the insects...

(End of this chapter)