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Chapter 763 Let's Discuss
Imnar is from Chappagon.

That's already a relationship similar to bloodline suppression.

At this point, Imnar truly began to regret his actions. He had been content to stay in the Temple of Hooked Finger as an imposter, enjoying faith, blessings, and offerings, but he had to court death by coming to find this plague god who was a rare sight in millions of years.

Unless it doesn't reveal its true identity to Milo, and instead uses its status as the Priestess of Hook and its ancient-level hierarchy to suppress him, it might actually have a chance to end Milo here.

but.

It may seem like there's only a slight difference, but actually there's a significant difference.

This time, Imnar managed to deceive the entire Temple of Hook, but he couldn't deceive Milo, even though Milo's power level had plummeted.

……

"No more fun, no more fun!"

"Let me go..."

"I don't want to go back into the abyss. Let that damned Pagon go back. Why are these old gods still haunting us today?"

"Valrokan! Lord Shadow!"

"I'll agree to anything as long as you let me go!"

"What do you need!? Hmm? Temple Stone? Blessing Guidance? The Hidden Point Temple's collection of books and scriptures?"

"Priestess? Goddess? Even the Holy Maiden of the Hook Temple doesn't matter, I can get her for you. Those newborns with divine blood are the best of the best."

"Or, a male priest would also work...?"

...

"Shut the fuck up."

As Milo raised his fist, the next second Imnar's figure turned into a blur within the domain. Then, his face, covered in shifting lines and with a single eye, slowly appeared in another corner, far away.

At this point, Imnar had completely abandoned the priestess's body; to be precise, it was merely a fractal copy. This ancient-level Hook Priestess was long gone, slumbering somewhere, and to her original will, it was no different from death.

Imnar, now in its true form, no longer possessed any of its former arrogance, for its source of fear had been firmly controlled by Milo.

But while it could dodge Milo's punches, it could not escape the mark Milo had etched into its soul.

It was a materialized manifestation of fear, a totem representing the power of the Andromeda Old God Pagon.

...

"What are you doing?!" Imnal was frantic.

Milo, on the other hand, simply stepped on the runes on the ground with his boots, stopping the elegant yet deadly summoning music.

"I've left you something good."

Milo rubbed his hands together and said, "About three months, oh no, every three months, that fear in your head will drive you to chant Pagon's summoning song. If you want to delay it, you can only come to me for help."

"Oh right, I've got it. Only I can slow down this. You should know I have some rather special talents, hehe."

Those last two "hehe" sounds perfectly captured the essence of cunning.

"it is good!"

Imnar, however, did not lose his temper.

Compared to being kicked into the abyss by Pagon right now, this outcome is actually quite acceptable.

Or perhaps it believes it has another way to break Milo's mark, who knows?

So what do I need to do in the next three months?

“The Third Lady of Sorrow.” Milo paused, then added, “Enid Kent, you should remember this child. Help me find her.”

"The Three Witches? Why didn't you let me go and get the Four Horsemen for you!" How could Imnar not know the origins of those three witches?

Milo, however, was not joking: "The Four Horsemen are a matter for the next three months. You should focus on getting things done for the next three months first... Oh, and there's a child named Aegon who was transformed into some kind of divine embryo by Hookshot. Help me find her; that's also part of the tasks for the next three months."

“A divine embryo?” Imnar muttered to himself, then said, “It’s too late once it becomes a divine embryo. It was part of the Hook Cult’s plan. After that, miracles became rare, and even the bloodline of the gods withered. The descendants of the gods who were once revered by the temples as the future of the gods have all become useless. Now almost all the temples are doing the same thing.”

“Recreate a divine body?” Milo blurted out.

“You know just as much as I do.” Imnar scratched the back of his head with his ten-centimeter-long fingernails, the branding seeming to make him very uncomfortable.

“No matter what, we’ll go find them anyway,” Milo said.

"Of course we'll find him." Imnar surprisingly cooperated, but couldn't shake his talkative nature: "I'm just afraid that what we'll find isn't Aegon, but the Fingertip God himself."

"Can a divine embryo truly become a vessel for a deity?" Milo squinted.

"Who knows? So far, no temple has successfully welcomed back its chief god, but who knows, maybe one day someone will manage to do it." Imnar said, "Now almost all the temples are divided into two factions: one that tries to enthrone the son of the god as the new god, and the other that tries to recreate the divine body to welcome back the chief god. Do you remember those little finger-hooking children you encountered on the Cold Plains? They are the former, trying to find a way to consolidate the power of the gods."

"So which faction are you on?" Milo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Me? Whichever faction is weaker, I'll be that faction." Imnal grinned (there wasn't one). This was in line with the usual style of its chaotic faction.

……

...

After the realm formed by the intertwining of fractal power and the fire of sin collapsed, Milo also put on a show with this ancient fraudster.

At this moment, Imnar had already transformed back into the form of the priestess of the Hook Temple. In a very tragic yet somewhat elegant manner, half of her body was smashed by Milo, and she fled in panic.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to utter a few vicious curses.

The entire escape was executed flawlessly, showcasing the professionalism of a veteran actor.

Of course, for onlookers, the battle process that was omitted due to being obscured by a special field can only be filled in by their imagination.

But those were, after all, former rulers of the Hooked Finger Temple...

The body of Ig's younger brother, who was crippled and mentally impaired in ancient times, can be disregarded for the time being. It's possible that the body of Ig's younger brother, who can't even be considered the father of all snakes, is just a shed skin. But the Old Ones are the highest-ranking beings still active in the mortal world in this era. How could they be fleeing in such a disheveled state?

How did that human kid do it?
...

"Hmph, who cares how he did it."

As the saying goes, one wave subsides only for another to rise.

They had just dealt with Imnar, the fake priest.

Then, another forceful attack came right away.

Milo heard a cold snort in the wind, followed by a large amount of golden holy light descending from the sky, like a dazzling golden rain, but what fell was not raindrops but starlight strong enough to pierce through rocks.

Milo could only dodge awkwardly.

With his current level of sensory acuity, he had only detected the Great Old One, Imnar, disguised as the Hook Priestess. The Serpent People and the Golden Clan had not shown any excessively strong suppressive power.

As it turned out, Milo's senses, being at the low-level Spirit Vision level, were still too dull; if the true Ancient wanted to hide, he really couldn't detect it.

For example, the knight who suddenly appeared in mid-air.

His entire body was covered in metal plates, with only a small gap in his helmet, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

However, the power of the Golden Tree's blessing on him was genuine, similar to that of the magic boy who appeared in Salub earlier. The difference was that the previous boy was a mage, while this guy was a warrior, and one of the Old Order.

...

It seems that even the dream world cannot escape the age-old law of "if you beat the little one, the old one will come out."

And they come in different varieties.

...

Milo, of course, had no idea that the imposing knight before him had not long ago been watching the scene provided by the Eye of Thought beneath the Moonlit Bell Tower in the Golden Kingdom.

These are extraordinary times. As Imnar said, all the major temples are either searching for a way out or embroiled in internal strife. At this critical juncture when the blessing has failed, the high-ranking officials who value their lives are mostly hiding in their hometowns and will not easily venture out.

Unless there is a compelling reason to refuse.

For the knight of the old order before him, Milo was probably the reason he couldn't refuse.

...

The knight, bathed in holy light, looked down from his high position.

He carried a two-handed greatsword on his shoulder, and from his thoughts to the blade, all his sharpness was directed at Milo alone.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the "underage" couple beneath the tower were still battling the giant python.

Milo, on the other hand, was counting on his fingers how many tricks he still had left to use against the enemy.

Clearly, apart from a very few summoning spells that have the effect of countering enemies, the other random magical spells recorded in the elective texts are basically useless against the Old Ones. Therefore, Milo has very few effective means of fighting enemies.

...

Only then did Milo recall the suggestion made by the seedling on the tower not long ago, and muttered to himself:

"Hmm...maybe I should go back and discuss it with that scarlet seedling."

...

Just then, a very familiar, hoarse male voice entered Milo's ears:

"What's there to discuss? We're not even discussing it."

The sound came from an alley in the city.

(End of this chapter)