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Chapter 885 Take a Step Back
Sometimes, you can only say that fate is a truly wonderful thing.

After being ravaged last time, He finally managed to soothe His wounded soul with the beautiful songs and sweet air of the Eternal Kingdom day and night. But how long has it been? He's back again.

...

Milo was certainly not targeting this group of permanent residents.

However, he didn't pay much attention to the life or mental health of the permanent residents who collapsed in the square.

From this perspective, it is indeed possible to say that those in power do not have a binary view of good and evil.

Although Milo now possesses more pronounced human qualities compared to when he wreaked havoc in Selphis, the order of his power has also changed drastically after dying several times. The Holy Communion is gone, replaced by the more forbidden fire of sin, along with a portion of the golden will. How could they not lose their minds when facing such a hodgepodge of shadows?

...

Milo climbed up the city wall, but the most difficult thing was for the priests of the Emerald Temple. Ordinary eternal residents could just fall down and be done with it, but the priests were mostly clairvoyants. They were not so easy to faint, but if they did not faint, they would have to endure that extremely terrifying pressure, and might even be forced to take action.

Now that their blessing power is exhausted, they have very little strength left to cast spells. If Milo wanted to, he could take their lives in an instant, even in the Eternal Kingdom.

Apart from the Emerald Priestesses, all the other guards, whether archers or the headless fat man, collapsed on the spot without any regard for the consequences.

After all, King Kurans was standing on top of the city wall. If everyone else fell and he was still standing, the king might mistake him for some unparalleled genius and send him to fight the Shadow. That wouldn't be good.

...

The Emerald Priestesses stared at the shadow high in the sky, as if facing a formidable enemy.

They are probably the most miserable clergy in the entire Dreamland. They still don't know that their own god has perished, and they are still praying that the Emerald God Horus will step in to protect the Eternal Kingdom.

...

……

Now, the most composed person in the entire Eternal Kingdom is probably only their King Kurans.

When he saw a figure emanating black smoke leap out from below the city wall, he had already tacitly accepted some things, such as that today's defensive battle was completely unwinnable.

The shadowy figure was clearly on the side of the survivors; even a blind man could see that.

King Kurans simply hadn't expected that just a short while ago he had seen Milo beaten to a pulp in that forgotten corner of the Southern Territory, almost to death, but in the blink of an eye he was alive and kicking again, not only returning to the Shadow Order, but even looking more terrifying than before.

If it were just one terrifying person, that would be one thing, but King Kurans knew very well that behind this shadow stood several even more ruthless and merciless women, all of whom were god-slayers.

He had secretly plotted and schemed for countless years, and with various coincidences and accidents, he finally managed to kill Nath Horsas, the Emerald God. He couldn't remember how many years ago the idea first came to him, but back then, when he had tricked Hastings out of the abyss, there were the broken divine heads of three gods hanging outside.

From that moment on, King Kurans vowed never to set foot in the Southern Territory again.

It's too dangerous there.

It's simply not something an old man of his age should get involved in.

...

But he never expected that the shadow he was trying to hide from would one day crawl out of his own backyard.

King Kurans's expression was quite remarkable, even somewhat radiant.

“We’re old acquaintances, right? I even helped patch up that abyssal rift in front of your house, do you remember?”

He stood atop the city wall, waving his hands wildly at Milo, showing no sign of losing his mind or going mad.

Milo certainly remembered the corpulent Eternal King. He had sliced ​​him in two the very first time they met.

The black mist carried Milo's figure, suspending him in the air. He leisurely glanced down and said to King Kurans:
"Could you open the door?"

The latter's facial muscles twitched unnaturally a few times before he responded:

"Nothing else... Hehehe... It's this wall. When it was first built, there were no doorways."

King Kurans was afraid that Milo might suddenly go mad.

He weighed the portion of Horsas's power that he had stolen. Logically speaking, as a member of the Kadas Mountain pantheon, even if he was at the bottom, he shouldn't be too weak. He couldn't possibly be powerless to protect himself when facing the Shadow.

In reality, the portion of the Emerald God Horsas hidden deep within King Kurans' soul trembled even more violently than King Kurans himself upon realizing that he was facing the Shadow. It retreated to the deepest part of his soul, not daring to show itself.

This left even King Kurans himself bewildered.

After millions of years of painstaking effort, all I've gained is a pile of worthless power...

...

However, on the surface, Kurans still maintained the kingly demeanor unique to powerful dream weavers, and tried his best to have a "calm and easy" conversation with Milo by poking out the sanity bar outside the screen.

“Oh, there’s no doorway.” Milo realized.

He then stepped back a little and gestured to the scarred tribesmen below who were still pounding on the city wall, signaling them to back off.

Then he gestured to King Kurans, signaling him to step back as well.

The latter twitched his brow, initially not quite understanding the meaning of the gesture. After standing there for about two or three seconds, he started running wildly on the city wall, his slippers flying off.

……

The next second, the forbidden wall, which had stood for countless years, began to tremble violently.

No one could pinpoint the source of the tremor; they were simply enveloped in fear.

If Milo's appearance only affected a localized area on the eastern side of the Eternal Kingdom, then when this series of tremors began, the fear officially began to spread to every corner of Os-Nargai.

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Shadow, tear down the eastern city walls.

Not much was removed; they just used a crowbar to chisel out an inverted V-shaped opening.

Yeah, it's about the size of the gap that Kai made in the high wall of Ilan.

No, it's even higher than that.

This is, after all, a city wall that can even separate the celestial light.

...

Boom——

After that day, there were no more restricted areas in the east.

Os-Narguey's eternal name has gradually faded.

(End of this chapter)