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Chapter 648 The Blood Moon Era

The sounds of shattering and collapsing continued to emanate from the eye of the storm on the battlefield…

Because the blood moon was so close, one could even "see" the sound waves of celestial music echoing high in the sky with just their eyes.

The valley on the other side of the entire Nanwei City has been engulfed by flames.

Blood Moon's gaze finally began to fall upon the many ancient beings on the battlefield.

No, to be precise, it only glanced at it horizontally.

It doesn't focus on any single individual; it's searching for Geherus's offspring—Mego.

...

The power and oppression of external deities are squeezing the will of the battlefield and all living beings on it.

The chaos and madness were indeed caused by the Blood Moon, but not by its subjective will. These are two completely different concepts.

It's the same principle as humans walking on the street not actually crushing ant nests under the pavement.

Gherros, the Blood Moon, its very existence is enough to drive the Great Old Ones mad; this is the high-dimensional order it controls.

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As for the subjective will of this Outer God, it naturally led him to find Mego.

Regardless of how the Sumerians conceived the child of such a colossal celestial being as the "Star of Judgment" and the "Forerunner of Destruction," Mego was determined to return to reality from the void of chaos.

This calamity seemed unavoidable from the very beginning (if Milo hadn't been killed).

...

……

In the collapsed, rubble-filled crater, the stone that Milo had been leaning against had been destroyed by the attacking Old Ones, and he was now basically lying on his back.

On the ground, he struggled to turn his head from its side to face forward. During this process, large pieces of debris fell from his neck, the black material so indistinguishable as to whether it was gravel or charred flesh.

And this is the head of the table.

Their gazes were fixed on the Blood Moon Gherros, the single eye at the core of that terrifying, enormous celestial body, and the molten iron exposed beneath the earth's crust within that single eye.

Putting aside all negative thoughts and implications, the scene before me is indeed absolutely beautiful.

In the Blood Moon Age, all the rulers became the objects of domination, engaging in endless, frenzied slaughter, indulging in a twisted revelry until their annihilation. Meanwhile, the Old Gods, whose worshipped shadows could be seen in every civilization, fell into silence in the farthest corner of this sky.

A very unfamiliar hue began to permeate every corner within Milo's sight.

It was probably a color tone different from desolation and death; it was different from bright scarlet and extreme darkness, but rather like covering everything with a layer of pale orange-red ash.

...

Milo began to see some even stranger things.

He saw giants with stacked rock layers on their bodies, heads with blurred features, creatures bound to square buildings with thin wires, sleeping faces huddled together like lovers, and towers made up of countless girls wrapped in vines, with the towers on both sides forming a road that seemed to have no end.

Milo was quite certain that this was not a death knell.

He was certain that this was the image perceived by the naked eye.

At first, he thought the stars were showing him something: traces that had been obliterated and things and objects from the future, cracks and wrinkles so fine that they could be "touched" visually, and weariness and exhaustion that could be swallowed in an instant.

Milo later realized that this was actually the will that the Blood Moon era wanted to express.

What lay piled up in front of Milo were paintings by Zisław Beksinski.

This probably corresponds to some parts of what Imnar said to Milo in Prayer Square, such as: chaos is the core truth of the universe.

...

Gherros didn't actually intend to show Milo anything, or perhaps everyone sees the blood moon differently.

Perhaps the real scene is just the surface desolation and death, not as profound and complex as Milo saw. His own pupils were almost shattered, so how much of what he saw could be real?
...

As time went on, the damage inflicted on Milo's body by the Holy Communion order did not diminish; in fact, it intensified, with those hideous cracks spreading deep into his pupils.

Strangely, the more this happened, the clearer Milo's vision became...

Of course, from Milo's own perspective, he couldn't be sure how much of the absurd scene he saw was real and how much was an illusion.

However, even that illusion did not last long.

The commotion from the Night Demon quickly pulled Milo's thoughts back from the sky to the chaotic land.

Yan, he soon could not withstand the frenzied attacks from the Scarlet Witch and many of the old ones. As the Night Demon form was repeatedly defeated and reassembled, he finally faced a period of power shortage.

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That guy was shot down from the sky. He landed on the ruins like a pile of mangled flesh.

Just from that one blow, judging from the sound, at least ten bones must have been broken.

After being filmed, he remained silent and didn't utter a sound. Anyone who didn't know the situation would definitely think he was already dead.

Meanwhile, the ferocious-looking creatures in the rear continued their chaotic battle.

Tentacles, thorns, and figures, whether loose or slender, continuously enact and propel the process of self-destruction under a chaotic hue.

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Only the Scarlet Witch, driven by a clear will, stepped out of the storm of the battlefield, her gaze still fixed on Yan.

No, the Scarlet Witch's target was never Yan from the beginning.

He's at most a stumbling block.

So she coldly shifted her gaze from Yan to Milo, whose limbs were almost completely torn apart, lying in the rubble pit not far away.

...

Just as the Scarlet Witch walked past Yan.

This lump of rotten flesh suddenly spoke up and muttered something:
"Huh? She's not going to kill me?"

The Scarlet Witch stopped in her tracks instantly.

Yan's voice rang out again: "Damn it, how did I make a sound?"

"Uh……"

Realizing his feigned death had failed, he gave up and collapsed to the ground, shouting to Milo in the distance:

"Then you'd better pray for yourself, brother. I can't handle this old woman... I mean, this bunch of old geezers, right? I've punched her several times, but the feel was off. Her brain is filled with many different souls and wills, tall and short, fat and thin, male and female, and even androgynous..."

"Anyway, be careful. There's one inside who seems to be a transgender monster, you know what I mean? You know, a woman with testicles."

"And there's another one..."

...

The Scarlet Witch interrupted Yan's verbal attack: "Do you think you can anger the gods with words alone, clown?"

"Ah...oh, we've been found out."

Lying on the ground, Yan coughed awkwardly twice, and some bloody tissue fragments sprayed out of his mouth and nose.

But he still wouldn't shut up, and kept rambling on and on:

"Well, there's nothing I can do, brother. They can even withstand the slander of having both testicles and a cat at the same time. I can't think of anything more offensive. I'm so ashamed."

"Our city will be destroyed, right? Damn it, in the end we still failed to protect the pleasure house... uh, our hometown, I mean, our hometown."

"Hiss... I can't feel my penis anymore. Is this a common occurrence in Old Ones-level wars?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? You're usually such a talkative guy."

"I'll ask you a serious question. When this old woman agreed to be your guide, did she make any excessive demands on you, I mean, the physical kind..."

"So you mean no? Ah—what a pity... I mean, I'm truly relieved that you can die with an innocent name."

"But what exactly did that old man see in you in the first place...?"

"I mean, besides your passable face, do you have any other outstanding qualities...?"

"Um……"

"You might not believe it, but I was holding in a huge poop the whole time I was fighting, but I don't feel that way at all now."

"I think he might have been pushed out when he was being beaten."

"Hmm, hopefully it's being forced out through the correct exit..."

"But it doesn't really matter, to be honest. The worst thing is losing my penis, isn't it?"

"By the way, hasn't she gotten to your side yet?"

"I remember the spot where I fell wasn't far from yours, right?"

"Or have you already been killed by her?"

"But my back seems to be broken, and I can't turn over."