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Chapter 768 Under the Sea
Wovados said something that was quite baffling.

Then he fought with Milo in the fragments of memory.

……

It was an extremely eerie feeling.

Any previous attempts to glimpse the memories of the deceased were merely a process of retrieving images of the deceased during their lifetime—a very simple step.

But this time, the deceased still retained some self-awareness in his memories.

It's like this: you always have fish on the table when you eat, but suddenly one day, you start eating fish...

...

Vovadas, the guardian of outer space.

During the years when He still remained in the people's memory, He, like Nordens, hunted the evil Old Ones and their kin, and also helped many lower races fight against invaders from other dimensions.

His existence is far more complex than it appears, simply because there are very few traces of him left on the surface of the Dream Realm. He never possessed a temple, and after guarding the outer space for a long time, people have gradually forgotten the existence of this once powerful and warlike deity.

It is unknown what the vast starry sky gave to Vovados, but He did not perish completely after being forgotten by the believers, as the established rules stated.

From the perspective of the undead, the fragments of Vovados's memories that Milo could see were indeed disjointed. Not only were they disjointed, but many of the memories differed significantly from one another, as if... as if he had become a different person.

...

Or it could be a scene of a child running and playing in a bewitching forest, then the scene shifts to a fierce battle among the stars, a peaceful period followed by aging, and then back to the perspective of an infant in swaddling clothes…

Milo once suspected that Worvados had either Alzheimer's or schizophrenia.

The biggest question remains: this deity, who abandoned the sectarian faith and plunder mechanism, never established his own temple and system, but lived a lifespan as long as his biological father, Nordens, while shouldering the responsibility of guarding the desolate outer space.

How is this done?
...

However, Milo could only forcefully suppress this inner confusion.

Because what he will face next may be the most powerful divine child in history.

Within this realm of the undead, Vovardows demonstrated to Milo what the power of the Watcher truly meant.

Unlike the elemental laws used by the life forms that Milo had fought against in the past, Vovados was more proficient in the power of rules that he had gained through his long gazing at the starry sky.

...

The arena where His will battles Milo changes constantly as the memories of the dead revolve.

From the flower fields of the Western world, to the icy lakes beneath the Kadas Mountains, to the desolate gravel deserts, and then to the fierce battles under the stars and the deep, terrifying abyss.

The principles of time and space are all disordered in memory, just like the will and spirit of Vovados itself.

His appearance was constantly changing. Only against the backdrop of the starry sky could Milo see the strongest form of the Green Flame Cloak. In other different places such as deserts, frozen lakes, and grasslands, he saw different versions of Vovados, sometimes as a young man, sometimes as a child, sometimes as a man in his prime. Even at the foot of Mount Kadas, the one crawling towards him was Vovados in his swaddling clothes.

Therefore, the rhythm of this battle between the two sides was completely distorted and chaotic.

Perhaps one second the opponent crushed a meteorite, turning it into lava that splashed towards you, and the next second it turned into a child's small fists, which you tried your best to use but had no effect...

What's most bizarre and perplexing to Milo is that all these different periods of Vovardaus have virtually no similarities.

He must have been a boy in childhood, then a girl in adolescence, and finally another species in old age…

It doesn't even resemble the incomplete Ghost that was left behind after He was killed by the Four Horsemen.

...

The so-called Vovardaus and His memories of the dead are like a tangled mess, as if the memories of multiple people have been broken up and mixed together.

Only in a very few instances can Milo feel the terrifying oppression of the Watchers.

Even under the starry sky, he encountered several different Vovados. Although they were all surrounded by green flames and draped in dark cloaks, Milo could still find obvious differences between them.

...

What kind of god is He?

...

Even after the battle ended, Milo was unable to figure out the problem from the perspective of the undead.

Because it wasn't even a complete fragment of memory; perhaps the Four Horsemen shattered and tore apart His consciousness, or perhaps it was His own doing…

But Vovados's plans before his death were real, and the will in the memories of the dead was indeed waiting for Milo's arrival.

In His understanding—

"You are also Nyarlathotep's representative in the human world..."

"He always acts solely on a fickle whim, following his own heart..."

"And you, who think yourself so clear-headed, are unaware that you are merely one of His many pawns..."

"All those things you thought were... conspiracies and battles, in the end, were nothing more than... fulfilling some sudden whim of His..."

"I thought the key to breaking the deadlock lay with you..."

"...Now it seems that perhaps the Watchers don't even have the right to break the deadlock..."

"Perhaps, my father had already destroyed everything I had..."

...

……

From the perspective of the undead, this battle unfolded in almost every memory scene, yet it failed to last until the moment of victory or defeat in any of them.

They fought, but not completely. They lingered around a bizarre causal paradox, constantly wavering.

The memories are, after all, of what has already happened, but Vovados's cognition is in disarray, so the content presented from the perspective of the undead is also in disarray. At the same time, however, His obsession is extremely firm. He wants to seize control of Milo's will and control Milo, the so-called "agent of chaos." This is a "way to break the deadlock" in Vovados's cognition.

However, due to certain special reasons, every battle between Him and Milo ended in a draw.

For Him, the inability to determine a winner is a loss.

The final, almost delirious dialogue was the expression of all the remaining desires for expression before the watcher's will dissipated.

...

To be honest, Milo didn't sense any particularly strong emotions in Vovados's memories, or even any clear hostility.

His entire soul was in chaos.

Is this the aftereffect of being alone under the stars?
...

Even fragmented memories have their own value.

Vovados failed to "take down" Milo.

Milo did not completely "take him down" because the remaining Worvados in this place had already been destroyed by the Four Horsemen. His remaining vision, power, and memories, like his body, were all broken fragments, but that was more than enough for Milo.

No matter what, this is the perspective of a genuine deity from the dead.

The result of peeping is not merely obtaining ancient secrets buried by history, but also endless knowledge, spiritual vision, and power that is terrifying enough for the spiritual visioner.

From another perspective, if it were the complete memories of Vovados's spirit, Milo's current soul strength might not be able to glean anything. Don't forget that the concept of sanity is always relative...

...

……

"He seems to have woken up."

Freya was the first to notice that Milo had woken up.

Just as Milo stretched, Yan rushed forward and grabbed him by the neck. The speed was so fast that he barely had time to react before he was slammed to the ground.

The following footage was strung together almost in milliseconds—

Freya's bone blade pressed against the back of Yan's head.

Xiao Yan's fiery eyes were aimed at Freya's chest.

...

In fact, this inexplicable standoff only lasted for about ten seconds.

It wasn't until Yan asked the question that Milo was able to provide the answer—

What's one of the cool things from another world?

"Shout out the names of the moves when you're fighting."

"Oh, you got it right. It's alright now."

The two of them quickly returned to normal.

Yan released Milo, who calmly began to straighten his collar.

Freya and Xiao Yan were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"You weren't burned, were you?" (The latter stood on tiptoe and reached out to rub the former's chest)

"Uh...it's nothing, it's nothing..."

...

It seems that only Yan could more or less guess what Milo encountered from the perspective of the undead.

“But have you ever considered that if that guy really took over my body, theoretically he would have already obtained all my memories, so I could answer any question you ask, right?” Milo said to Yan.

However, Yan has his own set of theories:
"But not everyone can give such a ridiculous correct answer in a serious manner, right?"

"So you've always known that was nonsense." Milo said with slight surprise.

Yan replied, "No, I actually think it's really cool from the bottom of my heart."

"Ok."

...

While they were chatting and joking around, the Hee-Hee Castle began to melt and crumble.

The crumbling ruins, broken stone pillars, and scattered fragments of Vovados's body all dissipated and melted, sinking into the depths of the swamp. Even the muddy substance gathered on the surface of the sea disappeared. The group suddenly lost their footing and fell directly into the sea. Fortunately, there were no landlubbers here.

Yes, who said Balrogs can't learn to swim?

...

Soon after, the cat boat came and pulled them up one by one.

The little Nightmare, which had been floating in the air, changed the wind direction and disappeared into the night.

The black sailboat, which had previously lost its way, was now back on course. The strange encounter at night felt like a wondrous collective dream.

However, what they did not know was that the so-called right path did not exist on the current nautical charts. After the ghostly gaze of the previous night, some lands that had sunk to the bottom of the sea long ago were slowly rising to the surface.

Have you ever heard of the continent of Mu, or Lemuria?
(End of this chapter)