Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 922 She is dead

Milo didn't directly attack the people from the Hooked Finger Temple; instead, he continued to squat there, spitting out embers that crackled and sputtered.

Occasionally, he would pull out a hammer, shovel, wrench, or other tools from under his overcoat and start clanging and banging on the abyssal rift—things he'd picked up on the streets of Kem Town.

To be honest, merging the abyssal rifts here is quite a challenge.

It took much more effort than repairing the crack on Emma's body at home last time.

...

However, although on the surface he was rambling on and on with Egan.

But his spiritual vision had already locked onto these high-ranking figures of the Hook Temple one by one long ago, and they had been firmly watched since they first appeared on the sea surface.

...

Milo glanced back at Aegon's face and said:
"Actually, I'm quite curious. Right now, well, let's put it this way, is the one controlling this body still Aegon? If I'm not mistaken, what's the name of this body of yours again...?"

“A divine embryo,” Egon added casually.

Milo nodded, then turned back to continue chattering, and then said:

"Ah, right, a divine embryo. Theoretically speaking, this is a body reserved for the god of hooks. You came here to guide the god of hooks, which means that the god of hooks is not yet in your mind. But it is clear that you are no longer Aegon. So who are you?"

“Aegon no longer exists,” Aegon said calmly.

“I can tell,” Milo nodded.

“She left this world along with all the suffering she endured; it was a merciful gift from the god of the Hookshot.” ​​Aegon calmly watched Milo’s retreating figure, then asked, “Why show concern for her?”

“That makes me seem more human,” Milo gave a shameless answer.

"You mean, I have no humanity?" Aegon's face did not show the slightest anger; on the contrary, she seemed to be seriously considering the question.

Milo said, "I think you should remember how those children in the village and the captain died, and at whose hands they died."

Upon hearing this, the priests of the Hooked Finger Temple, who were hidden in the shadows of the sky, could no longer contain themselves.

They did not doubt the loyalty of the Divine Embryo to the Temple of the Hook, but the Divine Embryo was still very immature. She was a consciousness that was re-evolved from the power of faith poured into her, and did not directly replace the original Aegon, but rather was more like a fusion and ascension of the original will.

In this "naive" stage, one is likely to be misled by some higher-ups, especially when facing a notorious veteran like Shadow.

Yes, in this era where the gods are lost, Milo is already a veteran high-ranking powerhouse in the eyes of the people of the various temples. It has been several hundred years since his name first entered the Dream Realm from the world of lucidity. Several hundred years is nothing compared to the long years, but now that the gods have left, these special ancient beings and those above the ancient beings have become the most terrifying existences.

What goes around comes around, and now Milo has become a great demon that all the major temples avoid like the plague.

...

The high-ranking figures at the Temple of Hooks were not worried about the steadfastness of Aegon's heart, but they had to consider Milo's ability to bewitch people.

But they didn't have the guts to start a direct attack. The giant hooks hanging between the clouds only trembled violently for a moment, as if they had activated some kind of incoming call notification function, and hummed slightly, as if to remind Milo, "Don't be too arrogant, there are still so many of us watching here."

That's it.

The fact that these high-ranking figures of the Hooked Finger Temple dared to leave the Blessed Land today shows that their faith in the Hooked Finger God is strong enough. After all, once they leave the Blessed Land, they are truly dead, with no chance of resurrection.

……

“I remember.” Unexpectedly, Aegon nodded after a moment of silence, his gaze firm as he replied, “I believe that is the price that must be paid to welcome back the God of the Blink. The people and believers of these kingdoms and city-states have been blessed by the God of the Blink for countless years. Generation after generation, during the years when the god was in distress, it is only right and proper that they should give back, isn’t it?”

Aegon's words made Milo's hand, which was forging the Abyssal Rift, feel a slight weight, and the flame that had been maintaining the same intensity in his palm suddenly trembled.

For a moment, he felt that Imnal, having absorbed that part of his humanity, seemed more deserving of being saved than Aegon before him.

But it was only for a moment.

Ultimately, the changes that occurred to Aegon were not much different from those to Milo before. Both involved a significant increase in life sequence in a short period of time. The difference was that Aegon was infused with a large amount of faith power, while Milo passively absorbed all sources of fear from his surroundings.

The rapid advancement in this life sequence leads to a loss of humanity and an extreme indifference.

In this situation, it's hard to say whether she was completely brainwashed by the Hook and Finger or if it was a side effect of the power of faith.

But she was right about one thing: Aegon is most likely really gone.

...

"Well, if it were before, I could have slaughtered you and all those giant sausages hanging behind you without any guilt after you said that. But you know, people change."

Milo stared intently at the abyssal rift beneath the embers, the reflected firelight illuminating his face. At that moment, he looked completely devoid of the so-called shadowy aura, appearing more like a living, breathing human being.

“Of course they will change. Some will go down into the abyss, while others will rise to the gods.” Aegon nodded.

She never revealed any obvious emotions from beginning to end; her eyes conveyed wisdom and depth. She never stopped thinking, like a soul thirsting for truth, constantly engaging in an extremely rational self-dialectic.

But she didn't understand that no matter how many times she engaged in this cold-hearted thinking, no matter how deep her subconscious logic was deduced, the conclusions she reached always contradicted her original form of life.

Milo then made a cheeky remark:
"The gods you serve are now soaking in the abyss. Isn't that a kind of convergence in different paths?"

The crackling embers melted the abyssal rift, and the reflected light made his grinning teeth appear exceptionally white and dazzling.

At this point, the abyssal rift beneath his hands had been almost completely melted.

The intermittent, casual conversation ended the moment he completed the smelting of the abyssal rift.

Aegon would not allow him to place the embers on the next abyssal rift.

(End of this chapter)