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Chapter 935: Hard work
Actually, the Temple of Hooked Finger wasn't entirely without people assigned to guard it.

They were all too weak.

Or, to put it another way, as long as the god of the hook is found, what does it matter if the temple is demolished? It doesn't matter if the entire Seranian is lost.

Unfortunately, Milo has a cheat that grants him precognitive abilities.

The high-ranking members of the Hooked Finger Temple were unaware of all this. Had they known that shadows would block their way, and that it would eventually escalate into a situation requiring the use of a grand summoning spell, they would have kept some fighting force in their lair, or at the very least, protected the pillar of faith transmission at the core of the Blessed Domain.

...

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

In terms of destructive power alone, even among the talents of Nanwei City, Rebecca is one of the best.

She had no interest in any other strange or unusual knowledge systems; she was the type of person who only added points to combat power.

...

The bullet fired from the red-hot Whitworth pierced the sky and pierced the Hooked Finger statue, causing a series of booming sounds as it crashed wildly inside the towering Hooked Finger, crushing it from head to toe.

Before the eyes of hundreds of maimed Greeks and all the citizens of Serania, the giant hook-finger statue was cut in half.

The blue light screen that had been brewing for so long also disintegrated in an instant.

They were completely cut off from the outside world.

Then, the fire started.

The black flames, each displaying a spiral pattern, began to rage within the temple, devouring and destroying the power of faith that had accumulated here over countless years.

...

The Greeks were stunned.

They watched as the red-haired woman tucked her spear behind her back and turned to walk away from the temple.

Looking at the Temple of the Hook, crushed to pieces by the broken Hook, the Greeks were in a daze for a while before fleeing towards the southern port of Seranian.

Many of them are missing limbs and can only support each other to move forward with difficulty.

However, Rebecca deliberately slowed down her pace so that the Greek boys could keep up with her.

The Hierophants were considered evil and taboo in the doctrine of the Hook, and it was unrealistic for them to leave Seranian easily, even without the obstruction of the temple.

……

The loud noises coming from the temple led the people of Seranian to believe that they were under attack from the western continent.

Not long after, the steel fortifications built by the local army in the southern port of Seranian were completely destroyed from the inside out by some unknown force.

Large chunks of red-hot steel were scattered all over the ground.

...

……

Rebecca continued her usual decisive and efficient style.

Whether or not the god of hooks has returned today, his lair is certainly gone.

On this side of the Kingdom of Kem.

Aegon's Grand Summoning spell was halfway through when it suddenly lost the support of faith from the temple, and the inexhaustible power was abruptly cut off, causing the summoning process to come to an abrupt halt halfway through.

All the blue light curtains that were in motion in the air were thus obscured.

...

"Let me see what this is."

Milo observed with great interest the dazzling light and shadow that now stretched across the fog wall.

Although the summoning spell was interrupted, it did successfully summon a certain special entity into the fog wall domain; to be precise, it summoned half of that special entity.

Milo had assumed that spells passed down from a deity bearing the title of "High Priest" like the Hook Temple would surely summon some hideous and terrifying ancient demons. In short, the summoned creature would most likely be of the same color family as Milo himself—something emanating black energy, which would be somewhat oppressive. But to his surprise, what emerged from the light screen of the Great Summoning Spell was something bathed in holy light.

It was a holy aura, enveloped in a brilliant yet not dazzling white light, unlike any aura of a superior that Milo had ever encountered in the dream world or the conscious world, not even in the unreasonable abyss. The other party possessed a power of rules that did not belong to this dimension.

First of all, it is definitely not the god of hooking fingers.

Milo can be certain of this.

Secondly, it is not an ancient god like Pagon.

Finally, it's highly unlikely that it's an Outer God. The Temple of Hookings wouldn't do something so brainless as to lure an Outer God to deal with the Shadow. There's no such thing as using one tiger to devour another.

...

As the holy light gradually weakened, the outline of the strange body that was difficult to discern with the naked eye finally became visible.

First of all, this is a living thing; it has life.

Secondly, He is not in human form.

Don't assume that all those who emerge from the holy light are scantily clad, long-legged goddesses; what's more popular here are goddesses with many legs.

Finally, one thing is certain: the sudden interruption of the previous summoning ritual did indeed have a significant impact on the being that was summoned out of thin air, even causing trauma.

...

After Milo clearly saw the shape of the summoned thing, he wondered if it was beyond his sanity and cognitive limits, causing it to present an incorrect image in his mind.

What he saw was a meatball wrapped in countless tiny, yellowish tentacles?
No, that's not right, those aren't tentacles.

There aren't tentacles that thin. If something as thin as a finger can be called a tentacle, the one sleeping soundly in R'lyeh would feel greatly insulted.

This thing had never appeared in any of the knowledge that Milo had gained from the books and from the perspective of the higher undead, but there was something similar in another long-forgotten memory of his.

That was something created by individuals at the bottom of society in another, distant world, in a way that was almost a joke or a mockery.

His name is—

The god of flying noodles.

……

Looking at those noodles that swing back and forth in the air without breaking a single one, I don't know if they're from higher dimensions, but they're definitely high-gluten noodles.

When Milo recognized this thing, he thought he had fallen into an abyss again.

Because this is very much like the kind of thing that the chaotic order of the abyss could produce.

Milo was initially looking forward to seeing what kind of great master the Fingers Temple, the most skilled in summoning magic, could invite, but to his surprise, Aegon served him a bowl of noodles in such a charming way.

"You still have a conscience after all."

Milo gave Aegon a very pleased look.

The latter's face was filled with confusion.

She didn't understand what she had summoned.

...

The Flying Noodle God has a very large body outline.

It's at least the size of three or four Migos.

It seems that the interruption of the summoning spell caused its other half to disappear into thin air.

What should have been a bowl of noodles has now been reduced to half a bowl.

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(End of this chapter)