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Chapter 767 Watcher

Inside the castle, Milo and the others surrounded a crouching, kneeling spirit.

The series of eerie commotions that had just occurred all came from this blurry humanoid spirit. It still retained some of its outlines that were discernible, such as its tattered cloak, green flames, and dark red eyes…

Although these whispers say "you must survive," the truth is that fragments of the cloak, traces of flames, and decaying corpses are not far from the spirit.

His physical form has long since died.

The last remaining trace of spirituality is just this muttering obsession.

...

"What is it giggling about?" Yan touched the spirit with his boot, but then walked right through it.

"My father?" Milo turned to Morgan and asked, "Could the old chief have told you the story of Nordens' descendants?"

"Green flames? Dark red eyes... This design is too common among deities... But Nordens does have a son who looks like this." After thinking it over, Morgan gave his guess:
"The Guardian of Outer Space - Vovados".

"What sequence?" Milo wasn't sure if he had ever met this son of Nordens.

Morgan did not answer Milo's question directly, but said, "As its name suggests, after the War of the Stars ended, Volvados was ordered to stay in the outermost starry sky of the Dreamland, watching over the stars and guarding against all external malice lurking in the starry sky."

Milo raised an eyebrow.

That's not a responsibility that ordinary gods are qualified to undertake. In addition to having the absolute trust of the gods, one must also be a formidable fighter, an extremely formidable fighter.

"Why would such a formidable fighter die here?" Yan had already discovered that fragments of Vovados's body were scattered throughout the entire castle.

To be precise, it wasn't a castle, but rather a pile of ruins formed after some kind of monolithic structure was smashed and collapsed.

The spirit can only mutter to itself and cannot communicate with people.

But its earlier statements had already revealed enough earth-shattering secrets.

The spearhead points directly to that "lurking chaos," so it is self-evident who killed His divine son here after Nordens fell into the abyss.

...

"Don't you think some of these traces look familiar?"

"for example?"

"A halberd, a colossal creature, fleshy wings, chaotic fire..."

"The Four Knights of the Favored..."

"So it was them."

...

After Milo's reminder, Yan finally realized that the area he was in was filled with the scents and traces left by his blood feud.

Natural disasters, masks, greed, plagues.

Milo and Yan have died at the hands of the Four Horsemen, and more than once.

So, in a daze, they were even somewhat taken aback, astonished that they had almost forgotten the smell of their enemy...

...

Freya and Xiaoyan also noticed the sudden silence from the two who were usually joking around and never serious.

For Freya, she had never seen Milo with this expression on her way from Lengyuan to here.

The color released from a single pupil, where sorrow and murderous intent intertwine, is so distorted and moving.

Milo never mentioned what happened to him.

Freya had seen the horrifying scars on his body and knew that this was a soul riddled with wounds from the conscious world, but she could never imagine his past.

Even Xiao Yan, who was riding on Yan's shoulders, was a little scared and climbed down on his own initiative, not daring to make a sound.

...

The sense of oppression and despair that the Four Horsemen brought to Milo and Yan was irreplaceable.

When he was still Shadow, when he was still Nightmare, his suppressive power was already at the CCD level. He didn't even need to gather the power of the Four Horsemen; just one or two of them were enough to crush Milo and Yan to death.

But they both knew in their hearts that as long as they weren't completely dead, the battle in the tombstone dream wasn't over.

...

"whee."

Yan used his heel to grind the gravel on the ground.

In his view, the gods of dreams had only themselves to blame, and Nordens was no good at all. If it weren't for that world-destroying blood moon, how could his family have ended up with their son dead and their father fleeing?

"Speaking of which, his death was similar to yours, a chilling death," Milo teased Yan, pointing to the large hole in the gray-white spirit's body.

“I didn’t say ‘hehe’.” Yan waved his hand, then carefully examined the last remaining trace of Vovados’s spirit: “So you mean, after the Four Horsemen killed us, they came and killed Him, right?”

"Yeah."

Milo did not choose to tell Yan about the deal he made with the chaotic shadow in the tombstone dream.

...

"Why?" Yan asked. "They're eliminating dissidents, aren't they?"

“Then we’ll only know by taking a look.” Milo looked around and muttered, “Doesn’t this place look a lot like a natural tomb?”

"Let's give it a try." Yan knew what Milo was planning to do.

...

Soon, a hideous totem shaped like an upside-down tree appeared on the broken ground, with patterns spreading rapidly outwards from Milo at its center.

The castle was thus turned into a tomb. Milo forcibly played the role of the undertaker, then closed his eyes and successfully entered the perspective of the undead in Vovados.

...

"How long will he keep doing this?" Xiao Yan cautiously approached Milo and waved her hand in the air in front of him, but found that Milo did not react at all, not even his eyelashes twitched.

"It'll probably take a little while." Freya had witnessed the entire process of Milo burying the snake-man on the spot, so she had a concept of the spirits spying on her.

"Oh, oh." Xiao Yan looked confused and found a clean spot to sit down, resting her chin on her hands and staring blankly.

A moment later, she suddenly noticed some strange noises, so she turned her head to look, then tugged at Yan and Freya's sleeves and asked:

Is this a normal reaction for him?

"Ok?"

Only then did everyone notice that black smoke was hissing from Milo's body, every hair on his head was standing on end, and the flesh on his face was twitching.

"Of course this is abnormal!"

...

……

From the perspective of the undead.

This was absolutely the most dangerous spying Milo had ever done.

He first saw a corner of the starry sky, then the afterglow of the temple of the gods on Mount Kadas, and finally the initial radiance of the dream realm…

Then, from the perspective of the undead, he saw a cloak with an independent personality, enveloped in green flames.

It was only then that Milo realized he wasn't retracing Vovados's memories from Vovados's perspective. In this realm of consciousness, he was still playing the role of Milo Valrocan, and Vovados had come knocking on his door.

It was a being that did not appear gloomy, but was extremely complex and easily overlooked.

When He is against the backdrop of the starry sky, even the faintest starlight can overshadow His figure.

Perhaps for this reason, after the war against the Outer Gods and the establishment of the Dreamlands' rule ended, Volvados took on the responsibility of being the guardian of outer space.

They vanished into the starry sky, day after day, monitoring the external deities who might return at any moment.

But what He could never have foreseen was that one day the calamity would come from behind.

When He crossed outer space and arrived at the Dreamland, the age of the gods had already passed. Everything He was once familiar with had vanished. People did not know what had happened. The kin were in panic, the believers were grieving, and the old ones remained silent.

So Vovardows began to follow in his father's footsteps and discovered that those footsteps pointed to the world of consciousness.

But the covenant of the gods still remained, and Vovados still remembered the rule that gods should not lightly tamper with the conscious world. He knew what terrible things were buried beneath that turbulent, ancient land.

Just as Vovados hesitated, a giantess made of piled-up fat, a masked girl, a blue flame man bound by ropes and runes, and a hideous creature with wings came knocking on his door.

The Four Horsemen.

One of the top combatants among the millions of benefactors.

Vovados was naturally no stranger to it.

In that war of the stars, they were all on the side of the Dream Realm, comrades-in-arms of the same faction.

It's amazing, right?

The Father and God spoken of by the favored ones, the thousand-faced God who walks through the long river of time, the one who calls himself the Chaos in Subjugation, is not one of the gods of dreams, nor has there ever been a throne belonging to Him on Mount Qadas.

Strictly speaking, He should be considered a member of the external deities.

However, in the War of the Stars, this Outer God with millions of faces sided with the Dream.

At least, that applies to the knights and wizards under His command.

……

As is generally understood by the gods, He is capricious and changeable.

Therefore, after the Blood Moon, Vorwados became the first target of the Four Horsemen's purge.

Perhaps it was because of some outrageous decision Volvardos made during the War of the Stars, perhaps because He attempted to enter the world of the conscious, or perhaps simply because of His status as the son of Nordens, that the Four Horsemen did not want Him to receive the vast amount of faith power belonging to Nordens.

In short, after a bloody battle, Vovados was reduced to rubble.

However, though His body is dead, His teachings have not vanished.

Because he had been away from the Dreamland for too long, Vovados was no longer in the familiar hierarchy of gods. However, he was never lost or disappeared, because it seemed that during the long years of watching over outer space, the vast starry sky gave him some more unique abilities.

That transcends the boundary between life and death...

……

"So you had Nightmare bewitch passersby in these waters... um, just to find a suitable body?"

Milo looked at the cloak enveloped in green flames from his perspective.

He didn't think it was a particularly clever tactic:

"In theory, isn't this the approach that all the major temples are currently pursuing? Recreating divine bodies?"

...

Vovadas did not respond directly with words.

In fact, this is His realm of consciousness, His perspective from the perspective of the dead, where His thoughts can be directly conveyed.

His meaning was very clear—

No, I've been waiting for you.

(End of this chapter)