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Chapter 708 He was saved

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As for Milo, who used telepathy to trigger the Weeping Man's landslide at the last moment, thus escaping safely...

Freya carried him to a new cave, marking their true foray into the Cold Plains Mountains.

It's unclear whether the healing abilities of the Xiren are generally this strong or if it's just Freya, but despite both having penetrating wounds, her wound has almost healed, leaving only a faint scar, which is expected to disappear completely after she wakes up. Meanwhile, Milo looks like he could die at any moment.

For Freya, treating wounds and healing injuries is clearly not her forte. She is adept at it in battle, but right now, in the cave, she seems flustered and overwhelmed, giving off the vibe of a young man visiting a pleasure house for the first time—very anxious, but at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, she was still quick-witted and remembered that Milo had mentioned that the "dry rations" he carried with him were very helpful for wound healing, so she decided to give Milo a good "nutritional boost".

She first tore open Milo's shirt and used it to cover the gruesome wound on his right chest.

Then he started frantically rummaging through his backpack.

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Big bad news is coming.

The meager rations they had left were lost during their hasty escape...

Beside him, Milo, who was not yet completely unconscious, used the last of his strength to say:

"Oh ho, didn't you say I wouldn't die?"

After he finished speaking, darkness completely engulfed his field of vision, and then he collapsed unconscious.

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In the dim, flickering firelight inside the cave, Freya stared wide-eyed at the wounded human before her, caught in an intense internal struggle.

Is my newly acquired little cutie going to die so soon...?

Finally, she gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind.

...

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Hail fell in the cold plains late at night.

The biting frost felt even harsher the deeper one went into the mountains.

The storm did not actually last long, but it felt endless. However, the harsh weather did not stop the Visionaries and the Temple Apostles from embarking on their journey to seek the "truth." In many dark corners of this mountain range, one could see the footprints left by various servant races of different ranks.

...

Until the streaks of light replaced the dark clouds again and came directly above the cold source.

For Leng Yuanyuan, a clear sky with a grayish-blue hue and a slightly dim appearance was a rare treat.

Inside that narrow cave, the dying former Shadow Lord finally awoke in someone's sticky embrace.

Milo had a strange dream.

He dreamt that he was carried to the gallows, and after the priest finished reciting those meaningless prayers, the executioner removed the wooden planks from Milo's feet. His mind and thoughts began to be constantly eroded and occupied by the suffocating pain.

He woke up with a start to find Freya's long white hair wrapped around his neck...

He wanted to untangle the hair wrapped around his neck, but he was currently being held in Freya's arms in a very girlish position. Most importantly, this Greek woman was incredibly strong, and Milo couldn't pry her off for the time being.

Freya slept soundly.

Her face was pressed against Milo's forehead. At this distance, Milo could feel her warm breath and clearly see the lines she had painted around her eyes and cheeks—lines that looked menacing but were actually useless. It gave the impression of an elf wearing berserker makeup.

Milo struggled to break free from Freya's embrace. He had to admit that her arms were indeed very warm, but her strength was also unbearable. It was like the strangulation of a python...

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In addition, when Milo was untying Freya's long hair, he touched a hard protrusion on the top of her head, but the thing was hidden under her white hair and was usually covered by a hood, so he couldn't tell what it was... Freya, who was fast asleep, did not give Milo a chance to find out. She subconsciously reached out to pull Milo back to use as a pillow, but luckily Milo dodged quickly.

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The campfire in the narrow cave had long since gone out. Next to the burnt-out embers, Milo saw several rough pottery containers filled with cooked and pressed "dry rations".

The texture of this semi-finished product, which is not completely dried and still contains moisture, looks a bit like... the cheese from Milo's memory.

Moreover, it seems that the production process is similar to that of cheese, involving heating and cooking, sealing and fermentation, dehydration and pressing, etc.

However, the finished product tastes rather bland and lacks the rich sweetness of dairy products.

But where did she get all this fresh milk in this desolate wilderness...?

As he was thinking, Milo noticed that there seemed to be something sticky on his face, especially around his mouth.

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Speaking of milk, Milo suddenly remembered the penetrating wound on the right side of his chest.

He raised his hand to touch it and found that the wound had miraculously healed.

Scars were inevitable, but fresh flesh had completely healed, and even the broken ribs had grown back.

This made him realize that the Greeks were absolutely a genius race in the field of healing and saving lives, so why did those Temple Knights insist that this race needed to undergo the so-called "purification by a healer"?

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Milo lifted the branches and leaves Freya had piled up at the cave entrance to hide him, but instead of the warm sunlight he had imagined, a cold wind swept through, and Milo, who was bare-chested, felt as if a layer of skin had been scraped off instantly. But at least there was a layer of hazy celestial illumination in the wilderness, and that was enough.

The cold light shone on him.

All those gruesome scars that should never have appeared on the limbs of an "ordinary human being" became incredibly clear.

Including the sinful cracks left by the burning blood of the Outer God's incarnation, the torn scars pierced by the curse of golden vines, the marks of old bites, the flames of the favored and the brand of annihilation...

There are so many overlapping and intermingled traces that even Milo himself can hardly distinguish them.

Fortunately, he exchanged his body, riddled with wounds, for absolute clarity and freedom on a spiritual level.

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Perhaps it was the biting cold wind that rushed into the cave that woke Freya.

She turned over, staring sleepily at the jagged silhouette at the cave entrance.

The night before bed, after giving Milo a "healing medicine" and confirming that his life was no longer in danger, Freya, now calmer, noticed the scars on Milo's body that were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The Greeks are a race that does not leave scars.

On the contrary, they have an ancient worship and superstition about scars, which is also the cultural source of Freya facial line graffiti.

So the numerous marks on the seemingly frail human body before her caused Freya to momentarily lose her composure.

She saw just how cruel fate could be to the people before her.

He was also puzzled as to how he had survived these horrific experiences.

Poor guy.

Thus, "cutie" successfully became "poor thing".

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Milo didn't notice that Freya had woken up and was lying in the cave staring blankly at the back of his head. He stretched at the cave entrance and muttered to himself some words that Freya couldn't understand at all.

Something like: "I survived again by accident... I wonder if my soul could fly back to old Theon's pond for a bath if I died in the Dreamlands..."

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(End of this chapter)