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Chapter 928 The Showdown Between the Lowest and Lowest Ranks
Within the Fog Wall, the Shadows clashed, targeting all the Old Ones of the Temple.

The boys or children wrapped in those fingers were actually creations made from the flesh and foam of the Hierophant, just like Aegon. They were also divine embryos, but only as backups. Among these divine embryos, only Aegon was born with a completely new consciousness after bearing the power of faith, a tangible faith consciousness.

The appearance of the Shadow has forced the Old Ones of the Hooked Finger Temple to abandon their shattered original bodies and borrow the power of the Divine Embryo to live again.

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He wasn't unaware of the existence of those backup divine embryos; rather, as Aegon said, he did still harbor a sliver of hope for them, believing he still had a chance to save them, and to save Aegon as well.

It can be interpreted as the influence of the humanity he absorbed, or it can be interpreted as his self-compensation for his regret at not being able to protect Aegon.

If it were Milo before the Blood Moon, he would most likely have burned all the spare divine embryos in the giant finger the moment he took action, cutting off most of the retreat of the Hook Finger Temple.

So it's no wonder that Aegon said he was weaker than before.

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The fog wall realm is churning.

The power struggle among those in power here has only just begun.

However, the light wave battles between those in power are actually not very interesting, really not interesting at all.

Milo has been fuming for a while now; this is purely a clash between the order controlled by an individual and the power contained within that order.

If you take this level of combat to a higher level, it becomes a turn-based game in a narrow, nihilistic world.

"Attack" - "Counterattack" - "Attack" - "Counterattack"...

This cycle repeats until one of them completely collapses.

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Therefore, relatively speaking, interesting battles always occur on local battlefields, that is, smaller-scale skirmishes, especially when the life order of the two sides is not too high.

For example, as mentioned before, bread versus a hammer.

Today, Imnar truly experienced firsthand what it felt like for someone at the bottom of society to fight for their life.

Moreover, it's a life-or-death struggle against another version of yourself.

There are two pieces of news for Bread Imnar.

The bad news is that his opponent possesses a physique, strength, and mental abilities that are completely equal to his own.

The good news is that he possesses relatively powerful weapons.

In combat, bread is stronger than a hammer.

Regardless of how this conclusion was reached, this is a kingdom corrupted by the abyss, and the abyss is illogical, so it is perfectly reasonable that bread is more powerful than a hammer.

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So Imnar, wielding two breads, and Imnar, wielding two hammers, engaged in a bloody and brutal battle on the empty streets of Kem.

Both sides used equally despicable methods, frequently resorting to groin kicks and eye gouging.

It's not accurate to say that both sides were equally strong; a more apt description would be that they were equally weak. As a result, despite possessing high-powered weapons like hammers and bread, the battle turned into a protracted tug-of-war, mainly because their aim was so poor.

Hammerhead Imnar slammed Bread Imnar to the ground and began wildly pounding the ground with both hands, but each blow missed by a hair's breadth, just barely grazing the other's scalp before striking the ground. After a few blows, he was already panting heavily when Bread Imnar bit his shoulder and flipped him over to his feet.

Imnal then proceeded to lash out with the bread, but nine out of ten of his blows missed, and his big toe was smashed by Imnal's hammer on the ground.

He let out a wail, then flung a piece of bread at the hammer, which collided with the hammerhead. A burst of sparks erupted.

Both of them felt excruciating pain in their hand bones, and their weapons fell from their hands.

Then the hammer fell, smashing the other's big toe.

The cries of agony rose and fell.

The two then started fighting again.

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This is a case of being bloody enough but not intense enough. The two are evenly matched, both with very fragile bodies and short health bars. However, their output capabilities are extremely weak, and they cannot deplete each other's short health bars in a short time.

They managed to turn what should have been a thrilling, close match into some kind of epic battle.

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When their clothes, hair, and beards were all stained with blood, their faces were covered in unbroken skin, and countless bones were broken, and they could no longer swing bread and hammers, one of them, Imnal, staggered forward two steps, tripped over something, and fell face-first to the ground with a thud.

His head slammed straight into a protruding steel nail in the broken building materials, piercing his skull and killing him instantly.

Another Imnal slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the scene for a long time, before finally raising his hands and screaming in a fit of rage:

"Ah—I won...I won! Ahhhhhh—"

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On the attic, a hundred meters away.

Crow squinted at the screaming, blood-soaked gourd on the road ahead, unable to tell for a long time whether it was Bread Imnar or Hammerhead Imnar who ultimately survived.

In fact, by the second half of the battle, Klaus could no longer tell them apart, because each of them had dropped their weapons and were wrestling on the ground for a while. They would pick up their weapons again, drop them again, and continue wrestling. For most of the time, they were holding a hammer in one hand and bread in the other, so it was impossible to tell them apart.

How exactly the Holy Light Golden Tree managed to sever itself from the Deep Abyss is a matter that may be impossible to trace back to, but Crow is quite certain that it was definitely not like Imnar's method of using bread and a hammer to decide the victor.

However, for Klaue, he actually prefers the return of the cold-blooded and ruthless Imnar, even if he is brutal. He doesn't like the compassionate one. Although Bread is indeed stronger in combat, Klaue's ultimate goal is not to deliver Bread. His goal is to usher in the Age of Stars.

Imnar is an extremely valuable asset, though it is incredibly difficult to control. Its rules and order are undoubtedly top-tier among the many Great Old Ones. Klaue has developed countless followers throughout his life, but he has always used them only as tools and never looked back. Imnar is the only exception.

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Just as Crow was about to go over and check on Imnal, who had survived, he suddenly sensed a chilling killing intent emanating from the neighborhood.

The murderous intent wasn't directed at him; the gun was pointed directly at Imnal, who lay sprawled in a pool of blood.

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Whoosh!
Crow shook his head.

The next instant, he appeared at the other end of the street.

"Is this how your mentor taught you to be a person? It's so boring to always hide in the shadows and launch sneak attacks."

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At that moment, Monquia, who was hiding in the darkness aiming his gun at Imnar, felt a chill run down his spine.

(End of this chapter)