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Chapter 810 Death Will Also Vanish

Shadow.

The highest rank among the Great Old Ones, the most powerful level.

In the era when the gods still existed, the entry of strange shadows into the Dreamlands would trigger conflicts and disputes over faith, and some might even directly attract the "care" of the Lord of Kadas, such as Milo.

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The concept of a void world in a narrow sense is the collapse of the existing order and the loss of all physical rules such as time and space. Milo used a more decisive method. He directly abandoned his physical body and only retained his will. This was the true state of his turn-based duel with Imnar in that void world.

This was also his trump card in facing the three grieving ladies.

If given a choice, Milo would naturally be unwilling to take that risk.

But we have no other choice.

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Half fire of sin, half substance of fear.

This is Milo in his new Shadow form.

Fear fueled his power, and flames formed his six senses. Although his body disintegrated on its own, his will was stronger than ever before. At least within the fog wall formed by the burning flames of sin, his oppressive aura overwhelmed the three goddesses before him.

A chaotic storm of power began to rage from him.

The goddess of tears, the goddess of sighs, and finally the goddess of darkness, dared not be negligent any longer and focused their attention on the frenzied soul before them.

Even the dark goddess who controlled the power of death began to show a solemn expression in her eyes.

Unlike the short-sighted temples within the Dream Realm today, they were, to some extent, the ones who fueled and facilitated the Blood Moon Cataclysm. They watched from the shadows throughout the entire event, witnessing firsthand how Milo of the Shadow Sequence crushed many high-ranking beings during that catastrophe.

Even he himself knew very well that Milo was a piece in this scheme, but if he were replaced by another piece, it would be impossible to achieve the final outcome of the gods' fall.

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"Struggling will only make the process of dying more painful."

The girl threw the earthenware pot in her hand.

The shadow of death spread instantly.

Those rules of death, forged from chaos, appear to the naked eye as a dark, all-encompassing haze, obscuring all light sources, truly deserving of their name of darkness.

At this moment, the haze mentioned in the phrase "city shrouded in haze" in all the guidelines is finally explained.

What the Eye of Thought sees is not truly the harsh and terrible natural weather of Nanwei City; the gloom in the guidance refers to the deathly gloom in the hands of the Goddess of Darkness.

From the day that Nanwei City was targeted by the Three Ladies of Sorrow, a dark cloud has always hung over the city.

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Could a Shadow, even the most powerful Shadow in history, withstand a goddess with a complete Triune Godhood?
In the long river of time from which no origin can be seen, among countless vanished civilizations, the Three Ladies of Sorrow had countless names, and the Goddess of Beauty was one of them.

The goddesses of fate are also three, weaving a dark tapestry of human life on a mysterious loom, always tinged with sadness, and sometimes enraged by the crimson and black of tragedy.
The three vengeful goddesses come with retribution, a call from the other side of the grave crimes that have trod upon them.

Even the Muses were once just three people, who used harps, trumpets, or lutes to bear the burden of humanity's passionate creativity...

In the past, Milo Valrocan was merely a lowly microorganism in some primitive civilization.

No believers or relatives remembered his name, and even he himself had forgotten his original name at one point.

There is an insurmountable gap between a will that can endure and a will that is fleeting, whether it is innate or a gift from a higher dimension. That quality is the fundamental reason why the Three Ladies of Sorrow are not afraid of Milo.

Milo's lack of fear was simply because he was inherently fearless.

He is a glutton of fear.

Dreams, the mind, death—these are the three concepts he has been constantly confronting along his stumbling journey.
It's all just a matter of strength determining who wins.

This is the fundamental reason for Milo's sudden surge of willpower at this moment.

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He had already prepared for the worst, which was nothing more than being pulled out of Lake Harley by old Theon again.

Once the fog dissipates, there are only two possible outcomes.

First, the three ladies' divine status will be terminated. Second, everything that Milo has possessed so far will be erased, including the Flame of Sin. However, he is confident that even in the event of a crushing defeat, he can cripple his opponent and prevent him from ever getting close to Nanwei City again.

From this perspective, it seems like he's "guaranteed to win."

Since the game is already won, there's no need to back down.

Therefore, within the Sinful Fog Wall domain, every confrontation between Milo and his opponent was aimed at mutual destruction.

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"Insanity!"

"You think you can trade your life for your lowly soul?"

Humans never truly know their own limitations!

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"Then what are you hiding from?!"

Fear materialized to build a high platform, and the fires of sin, just as the three goddesses had angrily rebuked, "arrogantly" raged in every corner of this realm.

Mad humans will eventually fall into the abyss, ending up in a miserable state where they cannot even die, but what about the mad shadows?

That would be something even the gods would tremble over.

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The threat of death had been diminished to the extreme at this moment.

As stated in the Necronomicon, a required course: "It is not the dead who sleep eternally, but in the wondrous ages, even death will vanish."

Milo had never read the Necronomicon, nor even obtained a translation, but he had known this phrase for a long time. In the course of battle after battle, his understanding of it deepened, just as the threads of the Goddess of Darkness harvested life force, constantly delving deeper and deconstructing...

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Ironically, the most threatening element in this confrontation is the deathly shadow wielded by the goddess of darkness.

But Milo had clearly transcended the concept of death. He first shattered his own body, and then fought with the attitude of mutual destruction, falling into the abyss or falling into eternal slumber. For him, death was also a concept of disappearance. At the level of will, he had already broken through this shackle.

In short, my understanding is superior to yours.

While you're still fixated on deciding whether or not your external life ends, Milo has already seen through everything.

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The fire of sin burns ever brighter.

As the vessel of Milo's will, it has already shown a tendency to overwhelm.

What was burned to ashes was not only the faith that came from every corner of the dream world, but also the various forms of power in the hands of the Three Ladies of Sorrow, their reasoning, their order, and even their sorrow, all of which were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

This is the real reason why the Spiral Black Flame is said to possess god-slaying power.

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In the realm of the Fog Wall of Sin, what fate has befallen the goddesses now?
The stone wings of the Goddess of Tears shattered completely, scattering her broken bones across the ground.

The goddess of sighs had her internal organs and ribs torn out once again, and this time the fire of sin prevented her from growing any new limbs.

As for the most powerful goddess of darkness, her jar was crushed, and the deathly haze formed from her will and power is now the only thing left that can still entangle with the fire of sin.

However, it's only a matter of time before they are crushed and swallowed up.

Milo did not achieve a complete victory; the power of fear is ultimately finite, and the flames of sin are now gradually weakening. However, he has already achieved his goal. The three ladies are crippled, and the irreparable physical wounds are a manifestation of the damage to their will and soul.

Therefore, Milo doesn't mind being stripped of everything.

He had already proven through two deaths that the talent for devouring fear was deeply rooted in the depths of his soul and will, and no one could take it away. That meant that he could eventually reach the Shadow realm again, without any regret or resentment.

Today I'm going to make sure you all have half your lives left!

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The divinity and order of the three goddesses were constantly shattering and collapsing. In the last moment before the flames of sin were extinguished, they launched a devastating counterattack. The two combined to create a magnificent and magical visual feast in the sky.

Seeing this, the Goddess of Darkness finally couldn't help but scream:
"You're crazy!!"

"You're only just finding out?"

The fragmented phantom of Milo coalesced an inch before the girl's pale face, black flames outlining his maniacal grin. ...

"You forced me!!!"

"Haha, you look so cute when you're angry."

"Go to hell, you bastard!!!"

"I'm already dead, what are you talking about?"

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Driven to desperation, the three sorrowful ladies ultimately resorted to forbidden methods.

It's likely that even they themselves didn't expect things to come to this.

Komilo's madness made them dare not delay for even a moment longer.

So they used their claws, honed over countless moments, to tear open a rift leading to a deep abyss.

"Go and say hello to the gods who hate you the most in the world."

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The fog of sin gradually dissipated.

To be precise, it was sucked away by some kind of space that is even more terrifying than a black hole.

Before Milo could pour all his power into the depleted area, the domain prematurely collapsed.

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By this time, the deserted island had been shattered.

On one of the many reefs not yet covered by the sea, lay a mangled, bloody shadow.

The moment Milo built the fog wall, the death deconstruction on Yan's body stopped, but he had been tortured beyond recognition and could no longer recover.

The sea breeze gently caressed the battlefield; if the wind were even slightly stronger, it would be enough to extinguish Yan's last glimmer of hope.

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The gloomy shadow of death has not dissipated.

The mutilated bodies of the three grieving ladies still stood in mid-air.

The fires of sin were dying down, but Milo's will was still resisting. Yet, it seemed as if some will was targeting him from the rift in the ground leading to the abyss, like a desperate dead man trying to drag his killer down to hell...

He knew those were the gods of the abyss…

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The three ladies bestowed upon Milo a fate more terrible than death, sending the weakest of them into the abyss.

Strands of spiraling black flame were drawn into the rift.

It seemed to have only Milo in its eyes, completely disregarding the other creatures nearby...

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Milo poured all his strength into the battle just now.

He was at the end of his rope.

Now, even if someone were to reach out and help him up, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on...

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An ancient dragon burst forth from the sea leading to Nanwei City, roaring as it charged toward the Three Ladies of Sorrow, wielding a thunder spear. However, it was blocked by the shadow of death, its scales shattered, and it fell into the sea.

The closest living being to Milo was Yan, who couldn't even speak. He couldn't even see what Milo was facing, but could only feel the helplessness brought by the sea breeze.

The ground was littered with mangled flesh and blood, not a single piece was still movable...

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"That's good now, tell old Theon he doesn't need to go fish me out of the lake."

Milo's tattered phantom knelt on the ground, the abyss slowly ripping his will away from him.

He was powerless to resist.

But he spoke very calmly:
"I bet you're so clever, you must have buried a seed somewhere just in case, right?"

"Remember to help me find Emma and the others, oh, and my crowbar..."

"Hmm... Come to think of it, does dying like this count as escaping Tindalos's pursuit once again?"

"Having broken the curse twice in a row, no one should be able to break my record, right?"

"It's so annoying, there are still so many things I haven't done."

Who would have thought that my safe haven was an abyss?

"Hehe, I must survive..."

"Pah, those aren't my words. Quickly extract that part of Vovados's broken memory from me..."

"Damn it, I'm really bad at making arrangements for my death. I can't even manage five minutes..."

"Hey, what's that noise?"

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Click.

Milo's will has become blurred.

But he still caught a very crisp sound.

That was a sound he hadn't heard since entering the medieval world of Dreamland—the sound of a revolver's hammer being pulled down.

His vision was already blurred.

But as he knelt on the ground, he felt a hot, gentle breeze brushing against his face.

He struggled to lift his head, and what came into view were two long, straight legs.

And there's her slender waist with the magazines strapped to it.

Above that, there was a very striking red hair.

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Milo heard the hysterical shouts from the Three Ladies of Sorrow and felt the crushing shadow of death looming over him.

It seems that the Third Lady could no longer tolerate Abyss's dawdling and was preparing to send him on his final journey.

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Just as the final wave of deathly gloom from the three sorrowful ladies was about to engulf the two.

Gunfire rang out.

boom--

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"You were the one who told me to save this bullet for later use."

"Don't let me waste it."

The woman's voice entered Milo's mind.

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That's gun revolt.

(End of this chapter)