Hephaestus couldn't help but look in the direction of Fentian, and his expression suddenly changed.
The Celtic God King who had fought with Fentian was cut in half at some point and fell in a pool of blood. Even if he was not dead, he was injured.
After all, it is difficult to kill the God King in a short time.
They carry not only the faith of the human world, but also the throne of gods that rule over the myths of a region, and are not easily killed.
Fentian injured the Celtic God King and was too lazy to waste time to kill him. After all, the gods were fighting and time waited for no one. It would be better to waste time killing an injured God King who could not move.
It would be better to find the next god to deal with.
Fentian chose the latter.
And the next target chosen was Qin Ye.
"Fentian, one of the three main gods of India?"
Qin Ye looked at Fentian in front of him, who was less than ten steps away from him.
Both of them were looking at each other at this moment.
While everyone around them was fighting fiercely, divine blood was being shed, and immortal light was spreading. Only these two were out of tune with the surrounding fierceness, as if time had stood still.
Standing in the midst of the fighting, Fentian then spoke.
"I didn't expect that the famous Night King would recognize me."
Qin Ye smiled.
"With the unique costumes of Indian mythology, I think it would be hard not to recognize them. And your image is well-known even among the human world, so I think it would be hard not to recognize you."
Fentian stood in front of Qin Ye. He looked like a human but not a human. He had a human appearance, four heads, four arms, and held the Vedas and a lotus in his hands.
His upper body was bare.
He wore loose Indian trousers on the lower body.
Its image appears different even in the land where the gods fight today.
And at this time.
Qin Ye smiled and smiled again.
"Are you like Enki, the Sumerian water god before you? Do you also want to kill me and become famous?"
Fentian's Ying also smiled slightly.
"I don't think there's any god who wouldn't want to. You're the one who started the War of the Gods. Even as the Lord God, you want to become famous and make your name known throughout the mythologies."
"Really? But I think you have other intentions."
Qin Ye didn't wait for Fentian to ask, and spoke directly.
"I have some knowledge of Indian mythology. In India, the three main gods, Fentian, Vishnu, and Shiva, are equally powerful. In terms of status, you, Fentian, are actually the lowest among the three."
"It is said that because you created all things, while the other two were manifested in the 㰱, you were neglected by believers. Nowadays, in the Indian world, you are rarely worshipped alone in local temples."
"Are you trying to use me to gain some fame for yourself, attract more followers, and outdo those two scheming guys?"
The last sentence came out.
The expressions of the four heads of Fentian all frowned slightly. It was unknown whether it was because Qin Ye had spoken out his thoughts and made them angry, or because they were ridiculed by Qin Ye, or for other reasons.
Burning sky instantly.
"Night King, forget it. It's not that easy to sow discord."
He put his hands together, and held the Vedas and lotus in his other two hands. The Vedas slowly opened, the pages turned, and the scriptures on them seemed to come alive, with words flying out one by one.
Along with this came a sound that rang in the ears of the surrounding gods.
"Indian divine language?"
The gods of Olympus were puzzled.
For a moment, because it borders the Indian divine realm, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King of the Heavenly Palace was the first to react.
He roared loudly.
"Cover your ears quickly! Don't listen! The Vedas of Burning Heaven can affect others. Be careful not to be forcibly altered."
Although he didn't shout very fast.
Fentian's hands moved even faster.
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