Chapter 281 – The Milking God
Like a flower bud, an island floating in the sky, held by the stem of the power of destruction.
It was on top of the tallest and widest of those islands.
From the blackened sky, ashes fall one leaf at a time.
It is a desolate and lonely sky, as if volcanic ash covers the world after a volcanic eruption.
I stood at the entrance of the palace.
Black pillars towering high.
Arranged neatly, it connects my space with the chunk carved like a heart that connects the power of destruction at the other end.
Smooth.
Just by stepping into this space, smoke rose from the floor and enveloped me.
The power of destruction is so thick that it is not a place where life can live.
Whoever sets foot here will be driven mad by the gloomy energy and will accept despair into their whole body without even realizing it.
Through.
The feeling of standing in the middle of a chilling nightmare.
I closed my eyes and calmly endured all the energy.
See the archangel’s will.
In this space, physical division is not important.
Just as I am the god of milking, he is also the god of destruction.
As long as it obeys the law, it exerts all the power it can use.
There is no reason to be overwhelmed by the scenery.
“Come out.”
Called the archangel.
If he doesn’t come out, I’ll destroy this space.
Find the place where the will is felt and crush them one by one.
Perong.
A hole was pierced in the heart of the palace, which was the center connecting the forces of destruction.
As if spitting out a foreign substance, a doll pops out with the force of destruction bursting out.
Jerk, jerk.
With one step, consciousness falls to the ground, and with one more step, the vision floats and blurs.
After enduring the overwhelming wave of despair, I stared at him with my eyes wide open.
A matte gray-haired archangel.
His eyes were covered with black blindfolds, and a stake was driven into his heart, the tip of which pierced his back.
The tips of its six wings are studded with black needles like shackles, and its parched skin resembles the grudge of the dead.
If an angel becomes skinny, will it look like this?
Rather than looking hideous like a devil, it looks like a holy angel who has been cursed and weakened.
Existence itself was an insult and betrayal of life.
Sureureung, surereureung.
The long sword the archangel is holding in his right hand drags on the floor.
It evoked an intrusive feeling, and it sent a will to me.
[Are you the resistance of the world?]
Interpret the meaning of the man’s words.
In a position where destruction is the only purpose, I am the one who came to stop him.
It was the god of milking who arrived here by gathering all the power of the world that refused to perish.
I feel the gaze as if an insect is digging into my flesh.
[No. I am not the resistance of the world, you are the foreign substance of the world. This is still something that can’t be milked.]
The milking god sees the archangel and is furious.
Everything in the world could be milked by me, but that thing was still unmilkable.
The only non-milking target in this world.
Seeing an existence that is incompatible with the god of milking, he feels an endless hatred.
[I hope you are the last page of history.]
Whether I was angry or not, the archangel quietly conveyed his intentions.
Futility and melancholy, fleetingness and reasonless sadness.
A self-consciousness of old despair existed within the archangel.
That was it.
A good reason for the world to perish.
Logical dialogue and persuasion are impossible.
Just like the god of milking, who lives for milking, who must be milked.
Because he is also an archangel born for destruction, whose purpose is only destruction.
Smooth.
The archangel’s mind melted into the atmosphere.
The power of destruction that had been stuck like a dark mist thickens.
A feeling of pressure that makes it difficult to even breathe.
If you have a weak mental power, even if you swallow a grain of the power of destruction wandering here, you will spend your whole life in tears.
The god of milking is not like that.
The existence that only thought of breast milk did not know what destruction was.
Is that delicious?
There is no happiness without breast milk.
Destruction was excluded from my mind.
Hwaaak-
The will of the milking god burned like a flame.
It becomes a hot light that drives away gloomy energy and looks at him.
Whose will is strong, compete for authority here.
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[Remote milking]
Fired magic from a distance.
The name of the skill was a milking skill that did not suit this position, which obscured the existence of the world, but this was the method that caused the greatest damage to him.
Milking Fires An Archangel
Perong!
A barrier rose from the floor.
The power of destruction sprang up according to the archangel’s will and swallowed up the mana.
Like garbage floating in the open sea, the magic of milking becomes insignificant and is absorbed.
“It’s on a different level.”
Not only was it incomparable to the monsters he had met before, but he was so strong that he could not even dare to compare it with the angels who were tediously chasing after him.
With just one attack, the archangel felt formidable.
The feeling of being trapped in the deep sea and searching for an invisible beam of light.
All is darkness of despair.
[Meteor]
The oppressive darkness bothered me and called a meteorite into the sky.
[Red Flames] The ultimate in magic.
Meteorites made of flame take over the air and set the world on fire.
Splash, splash, splash.
The sparks that fell on the world went out while immersed in the sky.
When the Archangel formed an intangible barrier, the power of destruction rose like sea water and ate the meteorites.
[Hate of non-milking subjects]
I couldn’t milk all the milking subjects, and even milked the goddess of the system world, so the buffs I had were close to infinite.
In addition, the will to destroy the non-milking target was added.
Archangels are the only remnants of the universe.
I can’t forgive the death of a guy who wants to reduce all the milking subjects I love to ashes.
With a burning will, I flew to him and swung the Spiritual Sword of Simsal.
Clap, clap, clap, clap.
The palace in the sky is divided like pieces of cake.
Even the power of destruction, which was thickly united in the attack using special items, was neatly cut.
It was the same with the Archangel.
The archangel seemed to be divided and blurred for a moment.
It comes back together quickly as if it never happened.
As expected, the power of an angel was obtained from an archangel.
It is something that cannot be easily destroyed.
This time he swung his longsword at me.
Squeak.
I tried to block it by extending my sword, but in an instant, a line drawn by the power of destruction formed in my body.
It was different from the feeling of being cut by the King of Knights’ sword.
An attack of unknown origin.
I was cut to destruction.
And that is the power that has arisen within me as well.
“Geuuuuu”
Sick.
The life I lived hurts.
The lies I have told and the sinful karma I have been compelled to accumulate are eating away at me.
Milking through self-justification was disgusting, and I was sorry I couldn’t believe that what I was doing was right.
I want to end everything.
Will it get better if everything is gone?
Can it be deleted if it is eroded by the power of destruction?
No way.
The breast milk I absorbed doesn’t allow me to be shaken by that sense of guilt.
If I die here, I will not be able to milk it.
As long as my milking subjects are alive and well, the milking god does not regret the past.
We were connected by milking.
Shuck, shuck, shuck.
The archangel’s longsword and my spiritual sword intersect.
At some point, it disappeared in the air without being able to cut the other side.
The charter is whistle.
I summoned [Indomitable] Will and used [Dragon Word] On the archangel.
Pounding.
The dragon’s heart mounted on the heart breathes.
It grabbed the archangel’s form with telekinesis and crushed it.
A grotesquely bent archangel.
The power of destruction was crushed like dough and I thought it would burst, but suddenly it appeared behind me.
Was it fake?
I wonder if the archangel I was dealing with was fake.
Because the power of destruction that was captured by telekinesis was still in a state of being distorted.
Squeak.
It was cut in half by the sword of the archangel who appeared from behind.
At the same time, the power of destruction freed from my oppression takes on the form of an archangel again.
Both were real.
An archangel sharing my body like an alter ego.
The power of destruction can appear anywhere.
I joined the body that was divided by the archangel.
The regenerative power of breast milk made me, like an archangel, not die even if I was cut.
The battle of the immortals.
Looking at the increased number of archangels, I created a shadow next to me.
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Flutter, flutter, flutter.
When I increase to two, the Archangel calls his number.
It descends from the sky riding the power of destruction, or springs up from the ground.
That number keeps growing.
The figures of archangels that make up the corps.
Against him, I made an army with Shadow Sky Cloud.
A war between the archangel and heavenly fortune begins.
The god of milking and the god of destruction covered the sky, entwined like waves.
Rurrrr
As the energy that was so great collided and dissipated, the waves spread to the whole world.
The islands that had risen like flower buds bend in all directions and fall to the ground, and the orbit of the ground is distorted as if the entire planet is shaking.
The four seasons tremble.
The luck and the archangel were mixed together and squeezed each other.
The waves of many technologies, such as swordsmanship, magic and torsion, swept the alter ego.
Where is the archangel
I found a real archangel among the archangel who bumped countlessly like a bee.
Even in this wave, the controller will exist separately.
I feel the power of destruction.
I grasped the central point and wielded the gloves of the power toward it.
Aaaaang-
Aaaaang-
The archangel and the luck were built by the power of the giants.
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop.
I thought the attack had reached the archangel, but there was a strange picture engraved under my feet.
Is it a magic circle?
The crack appears to be new.
The power of destruction reaches out and sucks me under my feet.
“Take it away.”
He fired a magic cannon under his feet.
All the hands of destruction fall into the cracks in one shot of the magic cannon.
But in the midst of that, the body of the archangel flew right in front of me.
It wraps around the orb made of the power of destruction like armor and swings a sword at me.
I thought it was blocked with a spirit sword.
The power of the Archangel was extinguished before me.
However, all the spheres he was wearing turned into spikes and became hundreds of thorns that pierced my entire body.
Aaaaa-
Let out a cry of the soul
Each nail contained the power of terrible destruction.
The despair of an unloved child, the frustration of a young man betrayed by his efforts, the tears of an old man who has not felt the value of time, the disappointment of a spouse, the contempt of a lover, the anger of the world, destruction and destruction All the pain that could be said to be better had crept into me.
Oh oh oh oh oh-
Like a hedgehog, he groaned as he was pierced by a nail.
With a tenacious mind toward milking, the nails are loosened one by one.
All because you weren’t loved, you weren’t milked.
I have recovered, but it seems that there is a hole in my heart.
A little bit of desperation creeps in.
Why am I fighting here
Against that unkillable perdition.
Even when her mind slowly melts away, she opens her eyes thinking of Lee Yu-na.
Hong Wol-yeong’s breasts, Shin Na-yeon’s inverted nipples, and Estrothe’s horny taste.
Nam Joo-ha’s milk coffee, maids’ comprehensive breast milk packs, desserts at the milk cafe, chocolate-flavored breast milk that can be eaten at the milking farm, and top-notch milk from elves, dragons, and kings of knights.
There were many reasons why I couldn’t fall.
Mother Gaia and the milk of all her milkmates.
I think of the breast milk that I sucked and drank countless times.
Fighting the Archangel, I progressed.
The guy was a god.
I continued to stand up after being pierced countless times by the guy who obtained the power of God earlier than I and started using it.
Whoaaaaang-
The wind blows.
The terrible power of destruction.
I fought the archangel for over a week.
No, can this time be called a week?
Divide time into minutes, subdivide into seconds, and subdivide seconds into milli, nano, pico. I fought with him by dividing it into stages that could not even be expressed in units.
To defeat the [Non-milking target].
However, the world is still dark.
As I unconsciously competed with the archangel in skill, I suddenly looked up at the sky.
