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Chapter 671 The Most Capable Old Deng

Chapter 671 The Most Capable Old Deng
In short, the gods' ultimate goal is to bring Milo to death, but their methods are all roundabout. At first, it was through curses, and now it has become the source of faith targeting him.

To put it bluntly, these are the few remaining Chaos Visioners on the battlefield today.

Or to put it more generally, anyone still alive and of sound mind in the entire sober world can be considered a follower of Milo.

So if they all die, Milo will have to die too.

Most importantly, the gods neither wanted nor intended to get too close to the Four Horsemen, though the specific reasons were difficult to state. In short, since the Scourge was currently dealing with Milo, they were naturally happy to have some peace and quiet.

Milo's two original powers have vanished, he and Crimson have betrayed each other, and the fear in this world has long since dried up. The only thing that is still usable is the faith that has been picked up again.

...

"So feel the wrath of the gods, sinful mortals."

This time, the messengers from the Temple of the Golden Law are no longer the weak, ordinary temple knights of the past. The weakest of the messengers sent to the battlefield are now beings that have touched upon the sequence of the Great Old Ones.

They, along with the vast majority of them, were originally native spirit seers of the Dreamlands, serving a deity in the temple, and also included some native ancient beings who had surrendered halfway.

Compared to the frenzied Old Ones awakened from their slumber by the celestial voices on the battlefield, these messengers sent by the gods clearly possess far more terrifying power, because they do not engage in indiscriminate infighting like the Old Ones; they have clear wills and well-defined goals.

……

Since the start of the war, this is already the umpteenth time the Chaos Visionaries have changed opponents.

And it is clear that the aggression unleashed by a conscious will is far stronger than that of a madman.

Rebecca only had a moment of confusion before her colleague's body was pulverized in the flying sparks, almost without warning.

Previously, the Chaos Visionaries had only managed to kill those berserk Ancient beings through perfect teamwork and at the cost of blood. Now, facing the group of Gods' Messengers, whose members were all of Ancient combat strength, they had no chance of resisting, and most of them didn't even know how they died.

Almost instantly, a deluge of lava, meteorites, and sword rained down, leaving them utterly defenseless.

As a commander on the battlefield, Rebecca could barely protect herself.

They escaped from those collapsing magical domains in utter disarray, and anything that was slow was annihilated in an instant.

This is actually the difference between the two worlds' visionaries.

In the civilization of the conscious world, visionaries have only appeared in the last decade, while in the dreamlike realm where time flows slowly, there is an ancient system that has been developed and passed down for countless years.

In addition, there is the blessing of the gods...

The gap in inheritance is manifested in the form of extreme power.

As a result, the Chaos Visionaries, who had barely managed to survive the old chaos, were caught off guard and were almost wiped out by a single wave.

...

Moreover, the messengers of the gods were not only targeting the Chaos Visors, but some scattered beams of light also fell in Nanwei City, in that valley, and on the edge of the church.

The gods intend to completely control the battlefield of the entire conscious world and wipe out all those who might provide Milo with the power of faith.

……

...

Nanwei District.

In the dilapidated little house.

The tall, thin figure of the Black Knife Envoy arrived silently.

It bowed its head and stepped into the living room.

He then plunged the barbed dagger into a child's chest.

The child's name was Marty.

...

The stench of blood gradually spread throughout Nanwei City.

The Black Blades uphold the will of the gods, yet they commit sinister acts.

In another corner of Nanwei City, in that abandoned printing factory, Enid saw the long, ghostly shadows lingering on the street outside the glass window.

She didn't feel any fear, but she clearly sensed the hostility lingering outside the door.

"Don't worry, child, the time hasn't come yet."

"No one can touch you."

"Do not worry."

Enid, bewildered, said, "Everyone else is in trouble, right? My family and friends, they..."

“Oh child, you are the one who should be worried the most, understand? Soon, soon you will understand all of this.” The elderly, sorrowful woman gently comforted Enid.

Her words seemed to possess a certain magic, capable of calming the unease in people's hearts.

At this time, the huge printing factory was covered with wanted posters with bounties.

However, they no longer produce new arrest warrants.

The faces of the newly arrived messengers of the gods were not printed, for some unknown reason...

And just as the Sad Lady said, the Black Knives outside did not dare to make a move. For some reason, they only lingered on the surrounding streets...

...

That night, the Black Blades, symbolizing the shadowy embodiment of the Golden Law Temple, searched for all people and things related to Milo.

This is their night of hunting.

However, compared to the lone Marty, the rest of the guys scattered in various corners mostly had some ability to fight back.

It was as if it were a pre-prepared countermeasure.

Only Marty was forgotten in the corner.

...

Abandoned patient shelter.

The valley had been almost completely flattened by then.

Four black-clad figures and another worm-like creature appeared at one foot of the valley. They, too, dared not make a move.

He had even begun to consider retiring.

The reason is that at this moment, a huge, strange field, radiating brilliant light like crystal, is hanging directly above the valley, and that spherical field is emitting an extremely terrifying aura, pulsating like a heartbeat.

Even just a glimpse from afar is enough to pierce the eyes with its chilling aura.

A battle, far more subtle than the old battlefields, is unfolding there, no less intense than the fight between Milo and the Cataclysm...

Most importantly, Black Knife recognized one of them—Greed, one of the Four Horsemen, if he wasn't mistaken…

So, where did the other life form wearing a yellow robe come from?

The yellow robe looks so familiar...

and many more…

Yellow clothes...

!!!

Could it be the lost Lord Kakosa from millions of years ago...?

impossible……

...

When did the woman in yellow awaken?

Why no one knows.

This is impossible...

……

At this point, the black-clad men had absolutely no intention of taking another step forward.

But in a daze, it caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure in the corner of the valley.

To be precise, it was the woman's gaze that caught Black Knife's attention.

"court death."

Black Knife then realized that his mission was simply to end that woman's life; as for the Greedy One and the Yellow-Clad One fighting nearby, they were none of his concern.

That makes sense, doesn't it...?

...

But, it was precisely at that moment that the thought popped into Black Knife's mind that...

Its vision suddenly became blurry.

It felt like something sticky had gotten into my eyes, and my vision was swaying uncontrollably.

It wasn't until it saw the shocked and terrified looks on the faces of its companions that it realized its head had been crushed.

But it never saw who crushed its head before it died.

I only caught a glimpse of a yellow sleeve in the corner of my field of vision...

...

……

At the same time, on the battlefield.

"Yan...keep an eye on those people for me."

Even amidst his fierce battle with the natural disaster, Milo couldn't help but be distracted and deliver this message to Yan.

He knows the plans of the gods, and he deliberately senses the death of every believer.

The "those people" that Milo was referring to were actually his family members who were powerless to fight back.

The instant Yan heard Qingmailuo's words, a sound of a head being crushed came from the other side of the valley, accompanied by a series of loud noises.

Many people heard it, including those from the old days on the battlefield and the gods in the sky.

...

Yan Chong went to the highest point on the battlefield and looked out over the valley on the other side of the city.

The expression on his face instantly became complex and fascinating.

He then immediately began to hurl insults:

"Damn! So it was this guy!"

"Damn it, it was him!"

"That old bastard!"

"That bastard who beat me up twice! You remember him, right? The guy who kicked me out of the pleasure house! The one who left runes in his pee!"

"It's him!"

"I knew it looked familiar!"

"Damn it, wasn't he one of your law enforcement officers before?!"