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Chapter 664 Blooming
Seeing that Yan had recovered and was lively again, Milo asked, "Where's Wendigo?"

"Who knows?" Yan reached out and grabbed his shapely buttocks, then looked around the battlefield and asked:
"What's the situation now?"

“Who knows?” Milo shrugged.

...

Then he looked up and glanced at the holy pillar of light on the distant horizon.

He could almost hear the hysterical shouts of the dream gods. In their eyes, the Scarlet Witch's actions were nothing short of another form of betrayal, and might even be tainted with a bit of blasphemy. As for who exactly was offended by her action of tearing the book off someone's back, he had no idea.

Whose favor is being bestowed upon the millions of those who are showered with it?

Again.

Who knows~
...

The enormous fat woman and the old woman wrapped in a tattered red robe looked at each other in silence.

The fat woman slowly turned her palm over, and the book that had been slapped to the ground floated up and fell back into her palm.

……

From afar, when Yan saw the sticky appearance of the book, he showed a look of disgust and said:
"It reminds me of the erotic picture books in the corner of the college library."

Boom!
He had barely finished speaking, and before the saliva that had just spurted from his mouth had even hit the ground, a nearly solidified blue lightning spear exploded with a deafening roar in the air.

The lightning spear originated from the book in the fat woman's hand, its tip intended to pierce directly through Yan's skull.

However, due to the red robe rolling past from the side and Milo striking him at close range, the two forces caused the trajectory of the lightning spear to deviate slightly. Nevertheless, the lightning spear still caught on Yan's shoulder, dragging him for hundreds of meters and pinning him to a certain area. At the landing point, the entire ground collapsed several meters deep, and the billowing dust directly covered Yan.

Milo glanced only at the direction where Yan had landed.

After confirming that he could still hear the guy's wails and curses, he turned around to deal with the favored fat woman.

To be precise, the one facing the fat woman was actually the Scarlet Witch.

...

Although the Scarlet Witch, who had temporarily regained her senses, was still entwined with vines and had horns formed from vines on her forehead, it was precisely the painful elements brought by these curses that swept away the decrepit air of her old age.

The tattered red robe floated in the air, its every move revealing a strange elegance and sorrow.

Milo never knew what kind of soul resided beneath that withered, aged body. Perhaps the subtle, fleeting glimpses of her aura revealed the true Scarlet Witch of that bygone era. But in this new age, Milo would never have the chance to witness the former glory of this Crimson Fellowship.

Maybe there's a chance?

...

Click...

Some clearly visible cracks spread through the air around the Scarlet Witch.

The crimson she believed in and cherished in her heart finally blossomed in an alternative way millions of years after the world's destruction.

The vicious curses of the gods of dreams surrounded her, and the guilt imposed upon her by that order grew ever heavier.

However, the ancient, scarlet order—that order that devours gods—how much deterrence can the accusations of gods have in His eyes?

When the Scarlet Witch decided to relinquish that pointless immortality, her only remaining wish was probably to let the Scarlet Order bloom upon her in the most magnificent way...

...

And that's exactly what she did.

The Scarlet Witch had no intention of wasting her unwavering will to stay awake until now. She had said she would pay for her sins, including the curse from the gods and the lives of the innocent who had been devoured by the crimson.

Her will did not support her in a prolonged battle with the enemy, so the Scarlet Witch naturally did not engage in the usual "minor skirmishes" with Milo. Facing the Favored One, whom even the gods feared, she immediately unleashed her most ruthless methods.

"Blossoming in scarlet."

From the Scarlet Annihilation to the present Blood Moon Age, in this long period of time, the Scarlet Witch has guided countless people, orders, and kingdoms, and has enjoyed countless Holy Communions. All of this filthy and profane blood and flesh has ultimately been silently accumulated by her as nourishment for the Scarlet's resurgence.

Because the crimson order she carries is incomplete.

She needs a more complete and powerful soul to play this crucial role in the restoration, and all she, as a member of the family, can do is prepare for that day to come.

However, the moment the Temple of the Golden Law planted the curse upon her, the Devourer of Fear and the Crimson were destined to part ways.

Even at this moment, the Scarlet Witch admits that Milo's choice to reject Scarlet was correct.

So when all her efforts came to naught, she was left with only the most brutal option.

...

At the moment when the scarlet blossoms in full bloom, all words used to describe it are pale and powerless.

Only those closest to the soul can feel the palpitation that fills their soul in that instant, the devastating blow their soul faces, and the ultimate brilliance of that moment, before dying.

...

That crimson but incomplete order, rooted in the Eucharist, erupted with the accumulated power of elements and faith over millions of years, as if to show this world its former crimson glory.

Large, vibrant petals bloomed from the Scarlet Witch's chest, extending and expanding continuously...

The scene appeared to be very slow and peaceful.

In reality, it only happens in a split second.

A power powerful enough to terrify even the gods blossomed like a flower. It was right before the favored one, within His reach.

...

At that moment, the scorching light turned the afterglow of the blood moon across the entire world into black and white.

...

Milo hadn't expected the Scarlet Witch to be so resolute.

They'll snatch the book from your hands and then shove a nuclear bomb into your hand.

This didn't give anyone any warning whatsoever, and there was absolutely no transition.

Fortunately, they didn't get too close.

Of course, even if you keep your distance, it's still not pleasant.

The terrifying aftershocks following the crimson bloom were like some kind of endless spatial pulsation, with every inch of air filled with chaotic and terrifying surging energy.

Milo rushed to Rebecca and Kang's location at top speed, squeezing out and releasing all the power of fear to the maximum extent.

A vast expanse of pitch-black shadows rose between them and the crimson blossoms, and the materialized matter of terror entered a rapid process of decay and annihilation the moment it took shape.

The Chaos Visors, Kang, and Yan were all protected by Milo alone, along with Wendigo, the furry ball that Yan had dug out of the ruins and brought back under his arm.

...

Whether the massive explosion killed the Mongols is unknown, but Milo certainly lost half his life there.

...

The blinding light momentarily plunged everyone's vision into nothingness and emptiness.

Only after the power accumulated over millions of years gradually dissipated did the deep-seated pain begin to remind the survivors—you are still alive.

The Scarlet Witch blossomed through self-transcendence.

……

At this moment, all that remained in Milo's field of vision was a massive hemispherical crater, which had crushed half of Nanwei City and more than doubled the size of the gap in the previously excavated Crimson Mountains.

After blocking most of the blooming crimson power, Milo was nearly exhausted. He was even unable to condense a complete hand at the site of his severed arm... and the curse within him once again took over.

As the shadow wall faded, Milo's body lost its support and fell forward.

Yan, who was naked from the waist down, immediately reached out to grab Milo, but Rebecca kicked him away. Then, she hugged the mangled body from behind.

...

"Come closer."

Milo said weakly.

Rebecca instinctively hugged him tighter.

But Milo rolled his eyes and pointed with his severed finger toward the depths of the crater ahead: "I mean, getting a little closer there... is fine too."

...

The land, ravaged by crimson, is now only a somber hue.

But at the edge of the field of vision, a patch of red, on the verge of fading, can still be seen.

Beneath the red robe lay a mangled body, missing its lower half, with only half a torso, half a shoulder, a severed arm, and a severed head remaining.

After unleashing all its power, the curse rekindled, continuing to devour the little remaining body.

This is the Scarlet Witch's true deathbed.

……

...

"You know...you know...how to kill me...right..."

It was a hoarse sound, like a leaf scraping across sand.

Milo, who was being held by Rebecca, nodded.

"knew."

...

As a remnant of the lineage, she survived for millions of years with her broken and ugly body, and among all living beings, she chose a deformed and special soul, a soul that could devour fear.

She believed that this was the best person to revive Scarlet, and this was her only obsession that she had held onto for thousands of years. No matter how much humanity she retained in this era, her heart always belonged to Scarlet.

Therefore, at the moment Milo rejected Scarlet Witch, all the sadness and pain she expressed were genuine.

But it wasn't until the crimson bloomed, until this very last moment, that the witch realized one thing: Milo didn't actually need to accept or convert to the crimson. All that she had done had already allowed the seed of the crimson to take root in Milo's heart.

This is far more substantial than any level of communion exchange.

(End of this chapter)