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Chapter 957: Highly Anticipated
The current situation is.

As the old bishop, Aegon, and the rows of priests approached, the process of shifting between reality and illusion that was happening to Milo and his companions began to accelerate dramatically and distort.

It was simplified into a series of objects requiring simplified calculations, and completely transformed into more basic physical principles, even omitting the derivation process.

It's like a zero-firmware chip, born from a lathe in a machine room, being simplified into blueprints.

Driven by the simplification process, the drawings were reduced to only the calculation process.

Then, they just posted a formula.

Then, there were no formulas at all, only extremely abstract conceptual principles, the kind that weren't even described in words.

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The situation is already very clear.

The duty of the Confessional Church is to act on behalf of the will of this universe, deconstruct everything that enters it, abstract it, peel it back its layers, and ultimately simplify it into a part of the cosmic order, providing nourishment for the gestation and incubation of this world.

Chaos can only evolve into such a world after learning from sufficiently powerful life forms.

It transformed its students and teachers into followers of its own will.

How domineering!

And now, it doesn't mind letting new visitors become part of it as well.

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Monqueya's soul-searching questions were very effective.

At least it pulled Claude's thoughts back from being immersed in that ocean of knowledge and endless beauty.

They have lost all means of fighting; not that they have been deprived of their ability to fight, but that they no longer know how.

Yeah, not at all.

Are you going to take design drawings or formulas to beat someone up?
nonexistent.

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For example, on a physical level, their "grasping" ability is still there, but they have lost their hands.

Then what's the point of knitting?

"The good news is that we still have her."

Imnar turned his gaze to Enid.

"You should remember what happened the last time you set your sights on her, right?"

Milo popped up a friendly reminder.

Imnal responded:

"I remember it very clearly."

On April Fool's Day, he had actually planned everything meticulously.

He showed Milo a scene of Yan, under the influence of a spell, killing Enid in exchange for the power of the Path of Blood Feud.

Besides being mad, arrogant, and believing in chaotic dogmas, Imnar at that time also had a despicable trait.

So he paid the price for his despicable nature.

During the final brutal defeat and suppression, the Night Demon, whom he had originally tried to toy with, also contributed significantly.

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“But this time is different. What I mean is, all the powers and ways of using them that we are familiar with can only be used by her while she is still in her biological state.”

Imnar, however, was not troubled by recalling those painful memories.

Cold rationality and passionate humanity had long since achieved a delicate balance in his will. This balance has now even materialized, and it can be seen that they have not only achieved a balance, but have even merged in a visible way.

"Makes sense."

Crow immediately expressed his agreement.

“Anyway, I don’t want to be deconstructed into a pure cosmic order.” Monquia also expressed his attitude in his own way.

"Don't worry, child. With your current knowledge, you're not qualified to become part of the cosmic order," Crow comforted Monquia warmly.

Ultimately, all the tangible attention focused on Milo.

It's not about seeking his consent, but rather that without a consensus, it's better not to implement the plan at all; internal conflict will only lead to their faster transformation and deconstruction by the abyss.

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"I have no objection."

Before Milo could even send a message, the only person in the room who could still speak spoke first.

It was Enid. Of course she had no objection, not at all; she was even a little excited.

After spending so long in a semi-sealed, dormant state, regaining her mobility would allow her to directly fight against the gods—how could she possibly refuse such an exciting opportunity?

“Honey, this isn’t a dream,” Rebecca messaged her.

But Enid had already taken up Imnar's fractal fire poker.

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As for Milo.

"and this."

"Hmm, and this, this, this..."

He added a whole bunch of random "weapons" to Enid.

These weapons all originated from the twisted polymer within his own body. Some were legitimate weapons, such as swords, spears, shields, and flintlock muskets, while others resembled defective products created by throwing random blueprints into a 3D printer, serving no special purpose other than affecting sanity.

Milo hadn't participated in the discussion before; he was actually searching for these things inside his own body.

All the objects that are currently useful are created based on the knowledge system he retains in his memory; it is a kind of reverse deconstruction, or materialization.

Those weapons all came from ancient texts.

Do you understand the value of this?
Ancient texts suggest that one of the seemingly ordinary short swords may have been the sword of a deity from ancient times, and that this sword may have slain a deity of equal rank in a divine war.

All of this was originally just a concept, but driven by chaos, it evolved into reality.

Similarly, various spells and blessings, whether defensive or offensive, have also been transformed from knowledge concepts into manipulable combat power.

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There's an old saying that goes something like that.

knowledge is power.

Milo previously understood this statement as meaning that the accumulation of forbidden knowledge would induce an enhancement of spiritual vision, thereby bringing corresponding power.

That makes perfect sense, right? It would be perfectly reasonable to place it in the waking world, the dream world, or even the stars in outer space.

But in the abyss of illogicality, this statement finds a more concrete interpretation.

That's what knowledge is—it can really become a spiked club that's swung at your head.

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So, the main players started playing support roles.

They kept taking out all sorts of things to equip Enid.

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"this is for you."

"Let me look again, oh, this one will do too."

"What do you think of this? Does it fit?"

"You can also add a buff. Don't worry, there are no side effects. Cthulhu used this trick back in the day."

"This is for you too."

"Are you overweight? I have a Havel ring here."

"Can we add more, right?"

"Take a sip of the elixir, I won't harm you, it's strawberry flavored."

"Oh, you don't eat strawberries? No problem, we also have watermelon flavor."

"Is the gun not accurate? No problem, this gun is automatic."

"What's still missing..."

"Oh, the mark of the black knife, I'll draw it on for you. Where do you think it would look cool?"

"Here, these are all for you too."

"Overweight again? Then let's add another Javier ring."

"What's still missing?"

"How about I give you a haircut while I'm at it?"

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(End of this chapter)