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Chapter 981 Let's see what I found

This fight didn't actually require Mabel and Byrne to risk their lives.

When the two of them mobilized all the power of order and rules they possessed to wipe out all the strange creatures in Hyberril, the part of the order belonging to the Spider God collapsed on its own.

All the bizarre creatures crumbled and dissolved in a state of bewilderment and grief.

On the snowy plain, only Mabel and Byrne remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

They could roughly guess what had happened, but because their guesses were so outrageous, they found it hard to believe.

Humans are like that; when things evolve into an outcome that is too detached from reality, they will always subconsciously seek another, more reasonable explanation.

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In fact, even Milo didn't realize this at first; otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to go to such lengths to bring Mabel and Byrne here.

The spider god Atlas Nakya was also unaware of this beforehand.

As a result, He became an appendage of Milo's powerful spiritual world.

This was a silent, utter defeat.

Atlak Nakya's ultimate wish is to use His spiderwebs and silk, and the lives of generations of ancient dragon bloodline inheritors, as a vessel to build and nurture a universe that belongs only to Him.

In fact, the celestial phenomena that Milo and his companions saw on the North Continent were the prototype of the universe conceived by Atlak Nakya.

He has always upheld this will, tirelessly traversing every corner of the universe over the long years, searching for the best place to live and putting his wishes into practice.

And just when He felt He had finally taken an important step.

The shadow has arrived.

The Shadow also destroyed everything He had.

In removing Atlas Nakya's cosmological framework, His dignity was also stripped away.

Because the spiritual power embodied in Shadow is too great, so great that it can correct reality, even the reality that has already occurred.

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Atlak Nakya did not know how he submitted to a shadow, but that's how he did it.

In the doctrines of the Spider God, physical power is always crude and insignificant. Only cowardly and insecure gods would pursue that level of power, while true strength should be manifested on the spiritual level.

Even a spider that aspires to be the creator god is greater than the king of gods who controls power and order.

Even if it's just "delusion".

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"What about others?"

Mabel turned left and right, but did not see Milo's figure on the snowfield.

There was no special connection between her and Milo. At this moment, all she knew was that this so-called Hibernil had completely become Milo's possession, like a beautiful crystal ball held in his hand, while she herself was in the exquisite ice and snow world inside the crystal ball.

Unlike Mabel, Byrne and Milo had a religious connection.

She lifted the visor of her helmet and looked up at the eastern part of the snowfield.

The soft glow of dawn pierced through the ice and snow and fell on Byrne's ugly face, yet it spared no tenderness or warmth.

When Byrne touched that dappled halo of light, he knew that the so-called Hybrid was no longer a purely spiritual world. Some unknown and terrifying force had begun to construct a complete order here, and the void in the narrow sense was projected onto reality and became reality.

"Where is he."

Byrne said in a hoarse voice.

Mabel followed Byrne's gaze, but did not see Milo's figure on the distant snowfield; there was only light gradually rising from the ground.

Even if she were slow to realize it, Mabel could understand what Milo had done at this point. Because she was the dream weaver, and in a sense, Mabel was also the creator of reality. She created the City of a Thousand Pillars, Elan, and everything there was constructed by her stroke by stroke in her dreams.

The difference is that Mabel, as the dream maker, creates her own kingdom within the existing special order of the dream world.

It's like using someone else's canvas and paints to create a work that is uniquely your own.

Milo, on the other hand, has his own canvas.

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Snowflakes are falling.

Mabel reached out and caught a piece of snow frog, feeling its real, icy touch.

The Shadow had given her too many shocks, and compared to the shock she felt today, the massacre of the Beloved Knights in the desert seemed almost insignificant.

His life order remained in the shadows, yet he did many things that even true gods could not do—he created a world out of thin air that belonged only to himself.

Hiberlil.

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While Mabel and Byrne were wandering on the snowfield, feeling the awe-inspiring reality of the frozen world,

The "creator god" here has found the dragon girl he has been longing for.

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At the top of a winding mountain ridge.

Inside the frost-covered cave, someone is slowly awakening from a deep sleep.

Milo stood at the entrance of the cave, silent for a long time, before finally asking:
Do I need to drag you out of bed?

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On the cold stone wall, a slender figure leaned against the stone tablet, slowly opening her eyes. As she opened her eyelids, a few blood-stained ice flowers slid down from the corners of her eyes.

Her eyes held confusion, bewilderment, and a hazy awakening, but these faded slowly with time. Along with them, the dragon-patterned eyes unique to the awakened Xiren race also faded, leaving behind a pale blue as cold as the surrounding frost.

She moved slightly, and white hair slipped down her cheeks. Soon, a face that seemed to have been separated for millions of years came into view.

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Freya's pale blue eyes rippled with confusion once more.

She thought she had briefly awakened from the dead silence, but when she saw that face, her heart sank back down.

"Still not awake..."

boo~
Just as she lowered her head in dejection, she felt a warm touch on her cheek.

The person she had seen countless times in her dreams, yet never had the chance to touch, lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

Then he pulled a broken dragon horn from his pocket and asked with a smile:
"Look what good stuff I brought back for you!"

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Freya subconsciously reached out and touched her cheek.

She suddenly looked up at Milo, and remained stunned for a long, long time.

She was still unaware that she had awakened from a deathly slumber, treating it as a dream so real it could be felt.

Freya wanted to cry, but she didn't know when the dream would suddenly end, so she didn't dare waste time crying. Regardless of what the person in front of her was saying, she buried her face in his arms.

She only needs this moment of tenderness, even if it's just a fleeting feeling.

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(End of this chapter)