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Chapter 643 Hint
The shadows of sea monsters and nightmares swirled within those pillars of light, meaning that one of them was the most powerful dream deity Milo had ever encountered.

But for Milo, the will of the Golden Tree was the one he was most familiar with.

His entanglement and connection with the Golden Tree is also the most complex.

...

However, the will from the dream only hung high in the sky after it appeared, showing no intention of venturing into this battlefield, and instead adopted a way of observing and gazing from afar.

To these noble and clear-headed wills, the current chaos in the world is like a cesspool filled with madmen. Even getting close enough carries the risk of getting splattered with excrement. The Great Old Ones, who are a whole level below them in the hierarchy of life, are wallowing in the cesspool. Their only threat to the gods is probably just disgust.

What truly made those pillars of will stand still was the blood moon hanging on the other side of the night sky.

If the ancient gods were merely a bunch of second-rate madmen, then the Outer Gods like Gherros were completely comparable to the Dream Gods, and could even be considered superior to them.

According to the information Milo gleaned from Glaqi's fragmented memories about the ancient war of the gods, the two sides were the ancient factions of the Old Gods and the external deities. People like Glaqi, belonging to the Old Gods, could only cower in fear in the shadows during that great war.

...

What we are sharing under the same sky at this moment can probably be understood as a miniature version of an ancient war of gods.

Because there is only one external deity here, the blood moon that is so close, spewing forth molten iron and waves of heat.

……

As for Milo, if it weren't for the group of Spirit Visioners following him, who would be too special on the battlefield, he would most likely just be considered one of the many old madmen.

Of course, the only special thing about the psychic followers is that their lowly lives should not have appeared on this battlefield at all.

...

“It’s unnecessary. There’s no need to make this trip. The old wars were enough to crush him and his servants.”

"I've said it before, the lowly shadows are nothing to worry about."

"But this time he has a whole group of servants with him, doesn't he? Every time he appears in our sight, he brings some new surprises. Don't you all suspect that someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes?"

"Are you talking about that scarlet beast? It's nothing but decay, eliminated by time. All its hopes were extinguished millions of years ago. It's not worth mentioning."

"Then our trip was indeed unnecessary."

"Not necessarily. I won't sleep soundly in Kadas unless I witness the complete annihilation of that Shadow's soul. After all, you all know what that arrogant Shadow has done, right?"

"To be able to draw the will of the gods of dreams to this interface to witness his death once again, this must be the most significant death of the Shadow in history, right? After all, this will inevitably consume some of our energy, and we will be tired for a while afterward."

"Perfect timing. These madmen of the past will help us completely crush and bury this civilization. This time, you won't need to lift a finger. Just share this wisp of will to relive the mad order of the outsiders. It'll be a great experience."

"No one's really going home? They all have grudges? Interesting, interesting. It's been a long time since we've seen such a hated figure, hasn't it?"

...

……

Just as Milo had predicted, these dazzling pillars of light appearing on the horizon were merely the will of the dream gods.

It's as if they're just peeping through a window by making a small hole with their fingers. The true boss of this world is still the Blood Moon, whom even the gods fear and dare not risk their lives.

These spying creatures, who were peeping through the world's barriers, have reached a consensus: the descending blood moon and the chaotic ancient war machines will send human civilization on its final journey. Of course, the most important thing to send off is Milo.

...

It's been a long time since he's experienced the feeling of being in a subordinate position, hasn't it? Milo could certainly feel the cold, focused gazes from above.

He naturally couldn't hear the communication between the wills of the gods in another world, but he was well aware of how many wills under the golden tree longed for his destruction.

...

"If you ask me, if those aren't your friends, we'd better run away."

Yan continued to instill in Milo the idea that running away was the best option.

“You mean those shiny things in the sky? No, no, no, how could they be friends? I'm lucky they didn't jump down and bite me.” Milo shook his head.

As he spoke, he reached out and grasped Rebecca's two gun barrels. The rolling essence of fear seeped into the cracks in the barrels, making the two guns even more powerful.

Then he turned to Yan and said:
"As I said before, all the chaos stems from the blood moon overhead. The blood moon was attracted by Mega. If we want to survive this battle, we have to get rid of this external deity. Do you understand what I mean? We have to extinguish its thoughts."

Seeing that Yan was somewhat dazed after listening, Milo raised his voice and said to him:

"Besides, we probably have nowhere else to run."

"Hey, there are almost more Ancients here than Spirit Sight users under your command. I don't think you're good at things that involve national sentiment," Yan reminded him solemnly.

"So the most urgent task is..."

Milo was about to repeat the same nonsense he had just said.

Suddenly, I discovered something strange.

...

He glanced at the small thing hanging around Rebecca's neck, then looked down at his own hands, and suddenly realized something.

"This……"

Rebecca didn't say anything, just stared straight at Milo.

Yan, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore: "Hey, wait, this isn't even the part where you're gazing deeply into each other's eyes yet..."

But Milo ignored him and instead asked Rebecca, "That metal pendant, you gave it to me before, right?"

Rebecca remained silent, only nodding emphatically.

She had injured her arm in the previous battle, so she tore off her tie to bandage the wound.

Then the inconspicuous little metal pendant that had been hidden inside the collar was revealed; it was a piece of raw metal ore tied with a thin red cord.

Milo clearly remembered that during the colonial trip, Rebecca had taken off that pendant and tied it to his wrist...

This unassuming little pendant has always been with Milo.

Perhaps it was so inconspicuous that Milo forgot it existed.

He had no idea when that thing had gotten back onto Rebecca's neck...

Right now, although Rebecca is not saying a word, there are clearly many unspeakable or unspeakable messages hidden in her straight gaze.

...

Have we really already lost once?
(End of this chapter)