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Chapter 812 The Despicable Nature of Humanity

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He taught her how to shoot in Luoyan City.

During the blood moon, he told her to save the bullets for later use.

Now, in the southern border of the Dreamland.

Just as the order of death and its harvesting of life was about to completely engulf them, the red-hot hammer struck out a spark, and the bullet pierced through the haze.

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From the Cold Plains to the Serrian Sea, to the western borders of the Six Kingdoms and Utha, then to the Southern Wind Sea and the continent of Mu, we arrive at the depths of the Forgotten Southern Territory.

Rebecca chased after her the whole way.

In fact, ever since Monqueria published the portrait of Milo in the northern seas, everyone who got their hands on the portrait has been following in his footsteps.

Aside from Yan, who happened to be waiting along the way in Milo, Rebecca was the fastest to catch up.

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No one knows exactly how many times she practiced her death-defying gun parrying technique in the period following the Blood Moon.

In short, her shot shattered the deathly shadow of the Dark Goddess.

The visual effect was a point of dark red light piercing through the overwhelming gloom, and only after the red-hot bullet completely tore through the gloom did the particles in the surrounding space react.

BOOM—! BOOM! BOOM!

The violently chaotic shockwave compressed wildly outwards from the muzzle of the gun.

The ultimate manifestation of gun parrying is that the closer one gets to the point of death, the more terrifying the force of the rebound becomes.

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A bullet as thick as a little fingernail somehow managed to produce a sound comparable to a death ray.

The Goddess of Darkness blocked most of the gunfire, but she couldn't stop that bullet. Even the power derived from her divinity was easily pierced by the simple bullet.

whoosh…

The bullet pierced the Dark Goddess's chest with pinpoint accuracy, carving into her heart and tearing open a blooming flower of flesh and bone behind her frail body.

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"Don't leave, do you hear me?"

"I said you're not allowed to leave, you bastard."

After that precise shot shattered and pierced the Dark Goddess's entire body, Rebecca turned around and grabbed the illusory figure of Milo by the neck.

"It's me, Rebecca! I fucking found you, you hear me?!"

"If you dare to disappear again, I'll..."

"so I……"

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"Wow...you changed your hairstyle...it looks great!"

Milo seemed to recognize Rebecca.

But it seems like they didn't fully recognize him either.

Because the second half of his sentence was:
"Her hair is as red as Rebecca's..."

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"The Chaos Visionary..."

Do you know what you're doing?!

It was the three sad ladies who recognized Rebecca first.

Most of Rebecca's spiritual vision power was accumulated during the battles of the Blood Moon Cataclysm. In that war, she crushed countless droplets of stone and gained a huge boost from the bounty order.

But now, Rebecca, who should have been serving the Three Ladies of Sorrow, has blasted a hole in the Goddess of Darkness with a single shot.

He was therefore considered an apostate.

The goddess of darkness staggered and crawled up from the ruins.

The childlike innocence and holiness on His face were shattered by this shot, revealing a dark face befitting His name.

The shattered, fair skin began to peel away layer by layer, revealing a broken, decaying body like withered wood.

Beneath her long, flowing hair, her hateful eyes gleamed with a greenish-blue light.

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But who cares about such verbal accusations that carry no real threat?

"Click..."

Rebecca drew a curved-blade dagger from her waist with her left hand and stared at the three dark figures in front of her.

She felt calm, yet more determined than ever before. She told herself that this time, she would not compromise no matter what.

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Having suffered successive blows and been in an extremely miserable state, the three grieving ladies have all put all their strength to the table.

Dreams, the mind, and death intertwine to form the order of their immortal divinity, plunging almost the entire Southern Territory into gloom.

Having shed all pretense, they look down from their lofty position at the apostates before them.

Compared to their previous determination to annihilate Milo, their divine nature now contains an additional will to settle scores with apostates.

In their eyes, Milo, Yan, and even Rebecca, who was now rushing here, were all hopelessly ignorant people. They could not understand the Father's great plan that had lasted for thousands of years, and only knew how to struggle in vain with their lowly and base human obsessions and weak strength.

"Mortals are mortals after all, whether in will or strength, they are utterly worthless..."

"This is the root cause of why all civilizations in the sober world can never escape the fate of destruction."

"Human nature... the despicable nature of humanity."

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Three against one.

Even though Rebecca is many times stronger than she was during the Blood Moon era, how could she possibly do what Milo couldn't...?

and many more.

It's not necessarily three against one. On the restless sea, a shadow appeared in the passageway to Nanwei City.

The shadow was bathed in the crimson lightning of the ancient dragon, and the bloodline of the Star Beast within it was displayed in an unprecedented state of abundance.

However, the shadow was not an ancient dragon hundreds of meters long, but a humanoid creature, only with some dragon elements compared to ordinary humans, such as dragon horns, a dragon tail, white hair intertwined with arcs of electricity, and brand-new dragon scales that were faintly visible on the exposed skin...

That's definitely Freya.

Guided by the poem "Star Beast," she has now officially embarked on the true path of the Ancient Dragon.

The sky, sea, wind, and thunder surrounding the passage to Nanwei City are chanting the ancient dragon's majestic song for her.

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Freya didn't know Rebecca, and Rebecca didn't know Freya, but their positions clearly revealed their stances; they were both standing between Milo and the three ladies in the shadow of death.

Therefore, they only need to exchange a glance to know that the other is an ally, and they can even sense the subtle relationship that goes beyond that of an ally.

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Thus, two higher-level life forms appeared one after another, but Milo was not completely swept away by the abyss for a long time.

The three ladies of sorrow were no longer willing to delay any longer. This farce, which should have ended easily, was gradually slipping out of their control, with more and more powerful and unfamiliar faces appearing. They could not allow the situation to continue like this.

The will of that powerful dream weaver in Nanwei City must be eradicated as soon as possible!

A mournful song echoed behind the three ladies. Families from different races, spatial rifts, and dark lairs surged out of the void, transforming into a terrifying wave. They roared, biting and squeezing each other as they surged toward Nanwei City. With the sublimation power bestowed by the three ladies' divinity, they evolved wildly during their frenzied run, rolling in with the gloomy sky.

At this moment, Gunfire and Thunder stood firmly on Milo's side.

It's three against two now, right?
But don't rush.

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The sounds of gunfire and thunder had not yet echoed in the space.

That terrifying wave inexplicably receded and decayed within seconds...

It was as if an entire era's worth of time flow had been crammed into a mere few hundred meters. Some exquisitely beautiful blue runes appeared in the space, outlining ever-flowing, beautiful totems suspended high in the sky. A certain order released from there disintegrated all the life and energy summoned by the three ladies.

The raging tide and gloom that should have destroyed the world, after rushing through the totem-covered area, only brought Milo and his companions a decaying beast bone.

The animal bone rolled along, finally shattering into dust upon touching the noble toes of a certain lady.

No one noticed when she appeared.

Even the three sorrowful ladies in the distance looked bewildered.

Behind her, Rebecca was still in a ready-to-fire stance, and Freya was also gripping her lightning spear tightly; neither of them had reacted yet.

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Cold, elegant, and with a chillingly fierce aura, even without seeing her face, just a glance at her long black hair flowing in the wind behind her shoulders is enough to feel this aura.

The person who was most expected to be there finally showed up.

The familiar scent emanating from those black hairs was something Milo had been waiting for for so long in the lower levels of Muta.

She arrived late, but as if declaring her sovereignty, she thwarted the three ladies' offensive before Freya and the others could.

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"Emma?!"

Rebecca immediately recognized the person in front of her.

She was so excited.

When they were leading the survivors of the awakened world across the world barrier, they were suddenly attacked. Emma was severely injured by an unknown deity, and the group was forced to scatter, their fates unknown.

Seeing so many old friends in one day, even Rebecca was on the verge of bursting into tears.

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The face, seemingly shrouded in a hazy, snowy light, finally turned around. It glanced at Rebecca with its usual world-weary gaze, nodded slightly, then looked up at Freya, who was a head taller than it, a subtle change in expression flashing across its face. Finally, it coldly uttered:
"Keep an eye on my brother."

"Hmm?" This answer was completely beyond Freya's expectations.

She clearly sensed a hint of rejection and hostility for a fleeting moment, but...

So it turns out this is his sister?

They don't even look alike...

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After saying that, Emma threw an inconspicuous crystal toward the pool of bloody minced meat in the distance, and then, with a gloomy face, she unleashed an endless storm of order that swept straight toward the direction where the three ladies of sorrow were!

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Three against three.

The battle between the six women shocked the heavens and the earth.

For a long time afterward, whenever the incident was mentioned, Milo and Yan felt great regret, no, deep sorrow, regret that they hadn't been able to fully witness the shocking scene of the three women's rampage and brutal beating of the other three women.

But there was nothing they could do. In the latter half of the battle, one of them was a broken will with his body disintegrated, and the other was simply a pile of rotten flesh, unable to see anything.

Yan managed to recover in time for the end of the match, and he recovered during the match results screen.

According to him, on the one hand, he openly envied Milo's treatment of being firmly protected by several powerful women; on the other hand, he also felt extremely sorry for Milo and vowed never to provoke Emma again.

Because he saw something terrible.

When Emma returned the octagonal crystal to him, which reshaped his Night Demon body, the reborn Yan spread his Night Demon wings and prepared to join the battle.

But they discovered that the three ancient goddesses, who were high above them, were being trampled underfoot by Emma.

She tore off the ears of the goddess of tears, snapped off the tongue of the goddess of sighs, and gouged out the eyes of the goddess of darkness.

The three women continued to wail.

It was probably from this moment that the concept of the God of Sorrow was truly interpreted.

Because the Trinity's immortal and indestructible order was completely crushed by the power of the Noscia Equation.

Their sorrow stemmed from the collapse of the divine status bestowed upon them by the Father, because Emma's power stood in a higher dimension, while the three ladies were merely lowly servants under that order.

They wailed, wept, and even in their moments of collapse, they questioned their Heavenly Father, asking why He treated His favored ones this way, only to be met with even more cruel abuse from Emma and the others.

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So Yan reluctantly withdrew from the eerie battlefield and chose to squat next to Milo, waiting for the enraged women to calm down.

It was at this moment that Yan realized he was not envious of Milo at all, and even worried about his good brother's life after he woke up.

(End of this chapter)