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Chapter 521 Extinction in the True Sense
Milo had heard the term "faith plunder" countless times before.

Perhaps influenced by his preconceived notions and beliefs, he viewed faith as merely a yearning for beauty in the hearts of people living in misery. To be precise, it should be considered a religious belief.

Prior to this, he had not actually felt any unique connection with individual believers like Grasso.

Only now, when the powerful will of an endangered race was transmitted into Milo's mind, did he truly understand why there were so many sects and cults in the world. It was because these organizations, which were used to extract and plunder faith, were the cutlery of the Outer Gods, the Old Gods, and the Great Old Ones. The faith offered by mortals was the perfect ingredient for them.

...

Do those in positions of power possess both good and evil?

Perhaps not.

Because good and evil are measured from the perspective of the victim.

For those in power, they are merely drawing nourishment from nature.

Like the hybrids in the town of Iqum, it and its worshippers abducted nearby miners and citizens, combining them with fungi to "build" human flesh farms. For them, this was a way of survival in accordance with order, and only by the standards of human society could it be judged as evil.

Ultimately, it all comes down to that one sentence.

The gods do not empathize with those below them.

The gods don't care.

……

When an individual organism climbs high enough in the hierarchy of life, it looks down and finds that the distance makes it impossible to clearly see the figures of creatures lower than itself. In human society, there is a term called "indifference," while from an evolutionary perspective, it is called "dimensional difference."

But Milo hasn't gone far down that road yet.

Or perhaps he hasn't climbed high enough yet.

So much so that the moment that will called "faith" reached his mind, all the mixed and intertwined emotions of grief felt like someone had hit him on the back of the head, and then made his head bounce back and forth between ice water and boiling water.

If he had severed all his base emotions as Imnar suggested and advanced to the Shadow Sequence in a "normal" way, this situation wouldn't be what it is now.

The situation was that although he had a smug and ferocious smile on his face, tears were still streaming down his face.

……

"so far so good."

Standing in the eye of the storm, he calmly raised his hand and wiped his face, pretending that sand had gotten into his eyes.

As for why it's "okay," the good thing is that the Black Blade Messenger was one of the many executioners used by the Dream Gods during their purge of the Conqueror's Kingdom.

They were originally a group of unclaimed ghost assassins, and it was that victory that allowed them to become a vassal race of the gods.

This is the real reason why the terrifying will of the remnants was transmitted to Milo and transformed into his power.

If that thing were to be transmitted to the Black Knife Assassins, then the situation today would be very unfavorable for Milo.

That's the good thing.

...

At this point, Milo couldn't help but sigh, "The Scarlet Witch is really good at scheming."

It's important to know that this was a backup plan she had laid out before she was stabbed.

The reason for choosing the eastern restricted area for missionary work was probably because they knew that the Temple Black Knife Society would later visit.

Could it be that the Scarlet Witch can also transcend time and spy?
So why didn't the dogs target her?

……

However, now is not the best time to explore this issue.

In fact, the group of Black Blade Messengers that descended were not difficult to deal with; none of them were as strong as the guy who crossed the barrier to take Daisy away.

Although Milo was only in summoned form at this time, it only took a little longer to deal with.

But after accepting the powerful killing intent from the remnant group, the dozen or so black-bladed figures hidden in the storm before them were completely insignificant.

At the heart of the storm, where thunder and fire intertwined, the shadow's murderous intent and aura surged wildly.

In a mere instant, the will of the conquerors' descendants, like a vast ocean, completely engulfed and submerged the storm.

……

five minutes.

No, three minutes later.

As the storm subsided, the towering pillar of fire shattered, and the daylight of the forbidden zone vanished.

Everything here seems to have returned to "normal" again.

The sky was filled with grayish-white sand, and the wind was icy cold. Just like when Milo and his companions were first summoned, the landscape was desolate, and there was hardly any living creature in sight.

...

The underworld messengers sent by the temple were mercilessly crushed by Milo.

He even timed his actions perfectly; he couldn't kill too quickly, and he had to make sure the temple knew about it.

The purpose of this trip was to help Daisy alleviate the gaze of the temple and give her more room to maneuver.

As the sandstorm swept by, the area where the fierce battle had taken place was now covered with only a few more dark brown fragments still glowing with embers—the remains of the black-clad warriors who had been killed without their bodies intact.

This time, the intense desire for revenge unleashed by the remnants of the forbidden zone was released to the fullest extent.

The person who received this will and belief, Milo, carried it out perfectly.

For the first time, the souls of the remnants, suppressed for millions of years, unleashed all their humiliation, hatred, and indignation.

This is part of the Scarlet Witch's calculations.

Milo knew this was her method; she was "transforming" the race.

The gods wanted to use the desperate situation to completely erase the "fearlessness" in the blood of the remnants, but they also nurtured another terrifying will. Milo had just had a small test of the power of this will.

The Scarlet Witch's missionary work appears to be a form of "redemption."

But in reality, she is distorting this race.

Life will find a way out in desperate situations; this is a law of nature.

The missionary mission contradicted the conqueror race's tradition of despising the gods. Because of their "fearlessness," they were "disrespectful" and thus condemned as sinners. But if they had won that war, the sinners would have been the gods.

From the twenty believers performing the summoning ritual through self-mutilation, to the entire Remnant race passing on their will to Milo after the Black Blade's arrival to kill it, at this point, the Remnant had actually betrayed their ancestors.

They submitted to Milo's command.

Perhaps this is the true meaning of the severance of the conqueror's bloodline.

The Scarlet Witch's methods, seemingly "redemption," were in fact a true act of annihilation. Conversely, the survivors should thank Milo.

……

...

"it's over?"

Dillash looked at Milo as he walked across the desert, then took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

He himself was standing on half of the Black Blade Messenger's helmet, which showed that the vassal races of the Golden Tree were indeed no match for the legitimate servants of the blessed gods.

“Not yet.” Milo shook his head: “This is only the first batch… Also, the lifespan of summoned avatars is limited, so my suggestion is to make the most of them.”

"What do you mean?" Dirac tilted his head slightly.

"So you mean we have to fight until our incarnation time is over, otherwise, are we just going to sit here and enjoy the scenery?" Milo looked around boredly. "There's not much scenery to see here. I'll take you to the Enchanted Forest next time."

"Are you sure you can keep winning until the incarnation timer ends? I mean, what if you lose?" Dirasha was as cautious as ever.

“We lost. My original body in the conscious world might have lost half its life. I don’t know. The old witch didn’t say anything beforehand.” Milo spread his hands.

Dillah Shaw stuffed the pocket watch into his pocket:
"It seems I have no other choice."

(End of this chapter)