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Chapter 844 Embracing the Deep
So what exactly is "deep and mysterious"?
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The upside-down golden tree, the will from the abyss, the corrupted god?
But the Deep already existed before the Golden Tree fell into the abyss. It was not a product of the chaos of the abyss corrupting the Golden Tree, as evidenced by the skeletons in the Full Moon Tomb.

Perhaps the split personality of the deity is still the most fitting explanation.

Profound and deep is divine radiance.

Whether a tree hangs upside down or stands upright, it is always a unified whole.

This seems to fundamentally deny the claim that "those in power are not subject to the dualism of good and evil," proving that those in power are indeed divided into good and evil, and that good and evil are even one, with even deities unable to escape their own internal conflicts and friction.

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Is the golden tree always compassionate and gentle?
That might be true for the people of the gold mine.

But what about the demon race?
Perhaps it's difficult to judge the past, but along the way, was the Golden Tree in Milo's mind really so perfect?

Bullshit.

There's no need to repeat how badly the root curse harmed him under the blood moon.

……

Dirashau's figure hovered in mid-air, seemingly stepping on thin air. During a lull in the battle, he glanced at the ruins of the Moonlit Bell Tower beneath the trees, a hint of confusion flickering across his usually indifferent face. He asked Milo:
"Actually, the fate of the Golden Kingdom has little to do with you, right? Why are you so determined to stop me? Is it because of the guidance of the Golden Tree? Or because of that poor child?"

Milo calmly replied, "I'll take that as a threat from you."

Then the flames of sin engulfed Dirac.

“I think you may have misunderstood. Dirasha’s memories and consciousness are preserved intact in this place.” Dirasha’s figure disappeared into the dark night, and then came out from another direction. He pointed to his head and said, “He has always been the most loyal guardian of the Eye of Thought. Whether you believe it or not, I have inherited this will.”

Accompanied by Dillah's voice, countless roots hung down from the sky, and no matter how the fire of sin burned, they would always grow and spread again.

Dirasha was surrounded by those endless roots. He had no intention of fighting Milo to the death; he was more interested in maneuvering around him. This was because the Deep was constructing the divine essence of the Upside-Down Golden Tree and transforming his body. Even a divine body needs further development to accommodate the will of a true god.

This is a long process.

Especially when the faith of the Golden People, under Jon Byrne's leadership, generated a sense of resistance, the process of constructing the Deep Godhood was indefinitely prolonged.

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He kept talking nonsense to Milo in Dillashau's voice and tone, with only one goal: to prolong this mutual exhaustion as much as possible.

Once the will to resist at the bottom is completely eradicated and the divine status is fully stabilized, even Milo and the others will be unable to change anything.

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How could Milo not see that?

He wasn't in a hurry at all, nor did he need to race against time to gain anything.

Dillah Shaw was just waiting it out; he preferred to just wait it out.

"You don't really believe that the will to resist at the bottom can be eradicated, do you?"

"The Holy Light of the Golden Tree has been subtly implying for so many years that it has thoroughly rooted certain qualities in the souls of the Golden People. The more you kill, the more resistance there will be. In the end, you will find that you have emptied your own pasture of faith."

The fire of sin lifted Milo into the air.

He was more relaxed than Dirac.

At this moment, both of them could see that the battle in the Golden Kingdom below had spread from the edge of the shaded area all the way to the border. Every citizen of this land who still had a will had taken up arms, followed the footsteps of the blades, and fought against those mysterious creatures.

Although the vast majority of the Golden People are not skilled in combat, and are just ordinary people living at the bottom of society, the fighting genes hidden deep in their blood do not lie. They are a people who were born out of blood and war, and even after thousands of years, they still remember how hard-won the peaceful years were.

Weakness has never been a word to describe the common people, and now Byrne has proven the existence of the Golden Will to everyone, and his people will dedicate everything to this war without hesitation.

Perhaps, as Milo said, when the Deep annihilates all will to resist, there will be little faith left in the Golden Kingdom for Him to plunder.

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This is the first time Milo has viewed the war in the lower world from the perspective of someone in an absolute position of power.

In the era when the gods were lost, the old ones were those who stood at the top of the power hierarchy. At this moment, his and Dirasha's perspectives were no different from those of the gods when they swept through the awakened world in the past.

His only action that disrupted the course of the war was to casually save Joan Byrne's life.

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Dirachoon stared expressionlessly at the battlefield below, where the Dark Creatures and the Golden People clashed, lost in thought.
"But if that's really all there is to it, I don't think the Eye of Thinking would have needed to gather so many of you all in the Golden Kingdom all at once, am I right?"

“I’ve never liked trying to figure out what those in power are thinking; it’s too tiring.” Milo shook his head. “It’s actually very simple for me. I can’t allow those old things that I personally sent into the abyss to come back. Not the Golden Tree, and definitely not the Upside-Down Golden Tree.”

“I understand what you mean.” Dillah nodded, as if he had figured something out, and sighed, “You’re scared.” “Your interpretation is understandable.” Milo shrugged.

"Actually, you're right about one thing. I can't exterminate all the Golden People, but that's a choice I made based on the most benevolent will."

Dirasha slowly stretched out his hand towards the full moon in the sky, as if welcoming something.

"But what if I give all of this up and return to the very beginning?"

His eyes moved slowly in their sockets, his gaze turning toward Milo.

In those brief few seconds, Milo could clearly see the part of Dirasha's eyes, the part representing the Holy Light Golden Tree, disappearing, replaced by pure profoundness and absolute indifference.

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Milo suddenly realized something.

He noticed some movement coming from the surface of the full moon in the distance.

Then a sharp, thin black line shot straight down from the cold moon toward the Temple of the Golden Law.

Of course, it only appeared as a thin line from a very long distance; in reality, it was an extremely terrifying dark light that pierced through the main building of the temple and penetrated into the earth's crust.

Large sections of buildings collapsed and flew through the air, and the roaring sounds only came after more than ten seconds.

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Turning his head again, Dillash was already standing in front of him.

At this moment, he no longer possessed any of the demeanor that belonged to Dirasha; the will of the Dark Golden Tree had completely taken over the control of his divine body.

Dark light and deep roots surged in from all directions, attacking Milo.

It blocks out all light from the outside world.

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The battle between the top Shadows has only just begun.

The night sky became the stage for their battle.

Below is the area where the Hunters, Night Demons, and the Golden Clan are fighting.

At the bottom level lies the battlefield where Byrne leads his golden people in a fierce battle against the Deep.

No corner of the Golden Kingdom, from the upper to the lower classes, is peaceful.

However, the war only truly reached its climax at this moment, because the creatures of the deep would soon have their own bodies, bodies that would come from the full moon.

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A violent wind poured down from the high sky along with the moonlight.

Then the countless twisted and abyssal substances that were locked in fierce combat retreated madly like a tide.

After the wind landed, it stirred up a cloud of dust. Once the dust settled, countless broken and empty shells of armor were revealed. They were motionless and lifeless, and the aura of death spread throughout the surrounding space.

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Byrne and her golden army saw this armored force descending from the sky, but they had no illusions of being "saved," because Deep soon embraced the armored warriors.

This scene plunged everyone's hearts into despair.

The rolling, twisting, and abyssal matter abandoned the forms of all the living and dead things it had previously devoured, returning to its original tumor-like state, engulfing the armored, empty-shell army, and penetrating inside the armor.

Just a few breaths later, the sound of broken metal scraping together began to ring out.

The first Dark Soldier moved.

Somewhat dazed, it reached out its "hand" and picked up a broken sword from the ground...

Then the second, the third...

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The broken armor pieces buried in the valley of the Full Moon Tomb have all come back to life.

They roared and surged into the land that once belonged to them.

Overwhelming.

(End of this chapter)