Chapter 598 I want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you! (1.4w, please vote)
"You are so bold that you even want to rob our king."
With a low cold snort, a figure appeared in front of the Norse gods at some point.
She was wrapped in a starry robe woven with silver flames, and three shadowy faces were floating in the moon halo: the left cheek was a pomegranate stamen stained with dew, the right cheek was covered with snake scales etched in the shape of Hermes, and the front face was covered by the flowing bee swarm gold powder, and each worker bee's compound eyes imprisoned a dying star. The bronze key in her hand strung together thirty-six layers of underworld projections, and what flowed out of the keyhole was not shadows, but boiling "blood of rejection" - when the snake staff hit the ground, the three heads of Cerberus emerged from the folds of her skirt, holding the thread of fate, the withered mistletoe, and the silver cup filled with reversed moonlight. The violet vines entangled in her hair were piercing the light belt of time with their roots, bringing more freshness and possibilities to this solidified world.
Luo En immediately walked quickly towards the three-phase goddess of the underworld in front of him, with a look of surprise and joy on his face:
"Master? Why are you here?"
"Of course I'm here to take our lost king home. Is that you?"
Hearing the sarcastic ridicule, Luo En immediately raised his hands in embarrassment and surrendered:
"Stop cursing, stop cursing..."
"Huh, I told you it was okay to role-play, but don't end up getting yourself sucked into it. And you ended up making the same mistake again."
Hecate snorted coldly and looked at the disciple in front of her, scolding him unhappily.
"What do you mean by making a mistake? This is our Nordic God King, it's not your turn to teach him a lesson!"
The three Norn goddesses stepped forward, protecting their Majesty, and snorted coldly in rebuttal.
"Besides, he has already done what he should do. Our king doesn't owe you anything!"
“That’s right!”
Hela, Holo, Skadi, Freya, Eden, Galadriel, Ciri and other Norse gods joined in.
"You want to kidnap our God with a useless root. That's a good idea! Did we ever say we wanted to change it?"
Hestia, Circe, Medea, the three Medusa sisters, the three Graces, the nine Muses, Helen, Atalanta and other regular visitors to the Ares Mountain rushed over and excitedly quarreled with the Nordic goddesses.
Seeing the scene become as chaotic as a vegetable market, Loen, who was caught in the middle, suddenly felt a headache.
“That’s enough!”
A violent roar exploded in the sea of chaos, but the sound did not come from Loen, but from Orlaug, who was dizzy from all kinds of divinity and power.
Along with this angry roar, the powerful power of time and destiny shook, and countless Greek gods who launched the charge turned into broken starlight.
Everyone was shocked and didn't bother to argue about who the "top player" was. They all protected the "king" behind them.
But Lorne went straight through the screens of both sides and stood at the front of the team:
"No need! It was a dead end just now, but it may not be the case now!"
As he spoke, Loen silently recited the divine words and pointed the tip of his sword towards the Greek army.
Suddenly, the chaotic sea waves surged, and a torrent of blazing white light gushed out, transforming into an upside-down tree with lush branches and leaves.
Countless stardust fell from the branches, and the Greek gods who had died on the battlefield were reborn in the golden flames.
——Kabbalah, the Tree of Life, is the lifeblood of the Greek Gods after their recasting.
As long as he, the God King, does not die and this sacred tree does not fall, the lives engraved in it will be eternal, and not even time can completely erase them.
only……
Looking at the visible cracks on the Kabbalah Tree of Life, Loen couldn't help but frown:
"Not recovered yet?"
"Nonsense! After we got the Nordic Destiny Root, we found that you didn't come back, so we immediately followed this little thing here. How could we have time to wait for this thing to finish its reshaping!"
Hecate snorted in response, concern hidden in her expression.
A giant monster that looked like a dragon and a snake poked its head out from the sea of chaos and happily greeted its creator.
So that's what happened?!
Lorne suddenly realized.
"For Greece, what's important is never the tree, but you!"
Hearing Hestia's serious answer, Lorne looked at the familiar faces in front of him, feeling both moved and ashamed.
"Don't talk too much for now. It won't be too late to reminisce after we solve this trouble!"
The three goddesses of Norn spoke, breaking the increasingly subtle atmosphere on the field and drawing everyone's attention back to the battlefield.
Loen nodded and told the reinforcements coming from Greece how he thought of defeating the enemy:
"One Age of Gods may not be enough for me to fully step into the origin, but with you, it should be enough! Moreover, the new sprout from Northern Europe has continued the broken lifeline of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, and now it is just the right time to completely merge the two!"
"You want to unite the two Ages of Gods?"
Hecate understood what Lorne was suggesting and told him what he was planning.
The Greek goddesses glanced at the Nordic gods on the scene. Although they were somewhat reluctant, they had no choice but to put aside their past grievances with these "mistresses" and jointly deal with this doomsday crisis due to the current situation:
"Okay, we'll help you!"
"Together!"
The Norse gods also responded, transforming into streams of divine light, and together with the Greek gods, they poured into the Kabbalah Tree of Life on the Sea of Chaos.
At the same time, golden flames burst out from the roots of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, instantly passing through the trunk and igniting all the branches and leaves. The projections of the Ten Directions of Heaven vibrated together, and the Norse and Greek gods gathered in it sang loudly together:
"My God, arise! Come!"
In this passionate and generous singing, the flame of the Kabbalah Tree of Life burned brighter and brighter, the tender green bud of the World Tree inside gradually merged into it, the light-like cracks on the tree trunk quickly closed, and the interior radiated with extremely strong vitality.
At the same time, the divine aura in Loen's body surged again, and finally, with a roar that resounded throughout the chaotic sea, he crossed the chasm and stepped into the door to origin.
Violent heat gushed out of his body, turning him into a flaming giant over ten thousand feet tall.
"With this calamity fire, there is no end to it!"
Loen roared and swung his sword. The golden-red sword light tore through the silver-gray torrent of time and blasted the time giant away for hundreds of miles.
In the steaming sea mist, Orlaug pressed down the tumbling mass of chaos and staggered to his feet. A hideous sword mark on his chest almost split his body in half. The never-extinguished golden flame continued to burn the divinity in his body, causing him excruciating pain.
Not dead?
This old man is really tough!
Luo En cursed inwardly, raised his sword again and moved forward, ready to gather his divinity again and put an end to this old enemy once and for all.
However, Orlaug, who had suffered a severe blow, did not get angry but laughed:
"Very good, very good! You are strong enough to be the stepping stone for me to ascend to the Godly Realm!"
The silver-gray giant hand waved forward, and the dripping divine blood seeped into the sea water. The chaotic sea surface was instantly torn apart, and a huge chasm of flames and frost appeared in the dimness. Black mud like asphalt gushed out from it and merged into Orlaug's body.
"Immortal! Immortal! Immortal!"
Along with the hoarse roar, hideous and distorted faces emerged from the black mud covering Orlaug's body, showing their madness and distortion.
Those figures include giants, gods, humans, and elves, almost replicas of the life in the Nine Realms.
——The Kinlunga Divide!
——Dark Ether!
——Twilight of the Gods!
Loen's heart was shocked. Based on the clues in his mind, he finally connected the essence of the Nordic world and what Orlaug really relied on.
I've heard the three goddesses of Norn mention before that the Nordic world is a huge altar, and all lives are sacrifices prepared by Orlaug in order to ascend to the God.
So, who says that the sacrifice related to Ragnarok only happened once?
Looking at the twisted and crazy faces on Orlaug's body, Loen felt a chill in his teeth.
That’s right!
The Nordic Age of Gods has experienced destruction and rebirth more than once! Orlaug has also harvested sacrifices more than once!
The most powerful evidence lies in the origin myth of the Aesir:
At the beginning of the world, the cow Odumbra licked ice and snow day and night, constantly looking for salt frost. One day, when it was licking some salt grains on the ice, it suddenly licked out some hair under its tongue. It continued to lick, and on the second day, a complete head appeared; on the third day, it licked out a living human figure. In this way, the ancestor of the gods, Buli, was born...
Based on the above content, we can know that Zubli, the god of Aesir, is not a created life.
He exists in himself, buried deep beneath the salt frost of the Nordic world.
As for this situation, there is probably only one answer that is closest to the truth - the world has experienced destruction more than once, and Bully is the [survivor] of the last Ragnarok.
At the same time, he is also the founder of the next [Ragnarok]. The giants born from the Kinlunga Chasm are the final sickles that harvest the sacrifices.
This can also explain why the poisonous blood called [Dark Ether] in the giant's body has the ability to corrode everything and bring about disasters.
At this moment, the Nordic gods gathered in the Kabbalah Tree of Life also realized the truth. Their faces turned pale, and their hearts were filled with a mixture of fear and relief.
If Northern Europe had not encountered a variable beyond "fate", they would have probably become sacrifices to feed Orlaug, and this world would have experienced eternal reincarnation in the fate of "Ragnarok".
"In order to forge the supreme divine cause, these are necessary sacrifices! You should feel honored to be able to lay the foundation for this king!"
As if influenced by the mad will of the dark ether, Orlaug raised his arms with a ferocious look on his face.
"——Step forward and die!"
Billions of torrents of light gushed out from behind him again, illuminating the death of all things at the end of time.
Compared with before, these time light bands dyed red and black are full of ominous signs, their aura is stronger, and their destructive power has increased several times.
How come this Lao Deng also has a second stage?
While cursing in his heart, Loen relied on the protection of the Kabbalah Tree of Life to struggle against the destined death.
But, if you defend for too long, you will lose.
Soon, a loophole appeared in Loen's defense, and several time light bands passed through the flames of the flaming sword and hit the branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life.
For a moment, the leaves and branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life trembled, the projections of the ten heavenly realms flickered, and the divine aura on Loen's body also fluctuated violently.
"Rise here, fall here! This is indeed your weakness!"
Orlaug grinned triumphantly, decisively increased his output, and madly focused his fire on the Kabbalah Tree of Life on the Sea of Chaos.
In order to preserve his own foundation and the billions of lives living in it, Loen had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight Orlaug head-on.
But he had just ascended the throne of the God of Origin, and the two great gods, Greece and Nordic, which served as the basis, also had their own problems.
One of his lifelines was destroyed by the previous King of Destiny, Zeus, and has just been restored; the other has been exploited countless times by Orlaug, and is severely congenitally deficient.
Orlaug has been in the origin for a long time, and now he has absorbed sacrifices that have been accumulated in the Jinlunga Chasm for who knows how many reincarnations. Naturally, he is suppressed in terms of hard power.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
The red and black light bands of time eroded through the curtain of flames time and time again, injecting the seal of death and the toxic dark ether into the Kabbalah Tree of Life time and time again.
In a short while, the originally shining Kabbalah Tree of Life became dim and withered, and its branches were covered with diseased black spots.
Damn it!
The current strength is not enough to change the destined outcome!
Is there any way?
Is there any other solution!
As if in response to Lorn's call, a solemn chant echoed in the Sea of Chaos:
"Breath of stars, stream of light - Holy Lance, pull up the anchor!"
Thirteen streams of blazing white light tore through the boundless chaos storm and transformed into thirteen light spears that pierced through Orlaug's limbs, nailing him firmly into the sea of chaos.
Seeing the Celtic fleet cutting through the waves on the Chaos Sea, as well as the Mother of Origin Danu standing at the bow and the three Celtic Phantom Goddesses behind her, Lorne was so excited that he almost cried out:
"You're finally here! If you were any later, you would just be adding to my grave."
"Sorry, something unexpected happened."
Morgan replied awkwardly, offering a sincere apology for breaking his promise.
Vivian poked her head out from behind her and said teasingly with a smile:
"You are not dead yet, teacher."
"If I die, you will be the first one to be buried with me!"
While denouncing the heartless evildoer in front of him, Loen hurriedly recovered his divine power and purified the filth that had penetrated into the Kabbalah Tree of Life.
In fact, he gave Vivian two copies of the letter.
One is to go to the underworld and give it to Hela;
The other one will go to the Celtic Age of Gods and be handed over to Morgan.
At that time, the Norse Age of Gods was at its end and would soon be destroyed, so Loen had no choice but to try his luck and set this evil disciple free, hoping that she could really cross the Sea of Chaos and bring Celtic reinforcements on time.
Of course, if she hadn't come, when the destiny of Northern Europe was completely destroyed, this lake fairy who had made wicks for the world tree would have been half-dead or half-crippled.
The master and the disciple might get together again in the underground to amuse themselves by fighting with each other.
Fortunately, the Celtic reinforcements arrived late.
"By the way, what trouble took you so long?"
Just as Loen was asking in confusion, a raging wave surged up on the Sea of Chaos.
It turned out that Orlaug burned his divinity and broke free from the blockade of thirteen holy spears.
"Order should be returned here!"
Just as Loen was facing a formidable enemy, a huge crack appeared in the chaotic sky, and boiling bronze liquid poured down from it, recasting the broken holy spear and transforming it into thirteen tall towers shining with metallic luster.
At the same time, the sea of chaos was churning violently.
One after another, the pitch-black warships, made entirely of metal with gleaming light patterns on their surfaces, ended their submersion and surfaced.
There are tens of thousands of them, in different sizes, with seemingly different styles and functions. They are arranged in an orderly manner, exuding a full sense of technology.
A strong sense of familiarity and déjà vu came over him, and Lorne couldn't help but blurt out a name:
"——Deep Sea Fleet?"
"You two really know each other!"
Morgan snorted coldly and shouted at the strange fleet,
"Eurynome, come out and meet me!"
At the same time, a fully enclosed black flagship in the deep-sea fleet opened its hatch, and a cold goddess with fluttering red hair and holding a dead branch-shaped spear came up to the crowd, vibrating the metallic scarlet wings behind her.
After a moment of silence, Lorne slowly spoke:
"When did you change your name, Venus?"
"Well, didn't you say that we can't call ourselves Greeks after leaving our homeland? We need to change our identity."
"That's right, she is now called 'Goddess of Chaos and Order - Eurynome'!"
Morgan on the side decisively took off Venus' new vest, causing the female mecha to glare at her angrily.
Goddess of Chaos and Order——Eurynome?
Luo En thought about it for a moment, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.
If I remember correctly, in addition to Hesiod's "Theogony" and the "Holy Words" of Dionysus, there is another creation myth circulating in Greece.
The Pelasgians of ancient Greece believed that the world was originally a chaos, and the great goddess Eurynome was the first to be born from Chaos, the god of chaos. But there was no place around her to stand. So the goddess divided the sky and the ocean with her fingers. Then, Eurynome descended and stood on the crest of the surging waves, looking around and dancing. Countless new things were created wherever she passed, and the world was created.
Obviously, the way this being born from Chaos' body is very similar to the experience of Venus inheriting the core of the Mecha God Chaos among the Mecha God clan.
In addition, the mythical goddess of love Venus was actually born from the foam of the ocean, which also coincides with the Pelasgian version of the creation myth.
Judging from the above details, this machine god is probably referring to this person.
Moreover, she did live up to the title.
Feeling the obscure breath, Luo En felt a sour taste in his mouth:
"You've already taken half a step into the origin. You've developed quite well. No wonder Keitel's army was held up for so long by you and your Mecha Gods."
It is true that if you compare yourself to others, you will die; if you compare goods to others, you will throw them away.
He had been struggling in Northern Europe for so long and had worked so hard to finally earn himself the position of half the God of Origin.
In the blink of an eye, his Mecha subordinate appeared in front of him at the same height.
When Venus first came from Greece, she seemed to be just a main god.
Hearing the jealousy in those words, Venus quickly bowed her head and complimented:
"It's all because of your good teaching!"
"You don't have to blame me for your own achievements. I'm not that petty."
Loen waved his hand generously, his eyes swept across the divine totems engraved on the outside of the deep-sea fleet, and exclaimed,
"It seems that you have absorbed many tribes and their myths along the way."
"As you can see!"
Venus answered again, her tone full of respect for her superior.
Glory to Greece, greatness to Rome!
They left Greece, took root in the Italian Peninsula, accumulated strength to annex tribes along the way, and finally found a stable route to Northern Europe, where they merged with Lorne and rebuilt the Olympus God's cause.
Following the leader's advice, she led the Mechs and the Trojans on expeditions and expansions, integrating the culture and divinity of each tribe and integrating them into Roman civilization. With the foundation of all gods, she eventually created today's divine career.
However, during her expedition to the Age of Celtic Gods, she encountered the most powerful opponent in history and almost lost.
Originally, she was planning to retreat back to the City of Seven Hills to regroup.
Unexpectedly, during an unexpected confrontation, she discovered the Gorgon emblem on the enemy chief.
So after some negotiations, she realized that the two sides were at loggerheads because a flood had washed away the Dragon King Temple, and that the Celtic God Era had already been marked by her superior.
With Vivian's timely arrival and evidence, the Romans and Celts immediately shook hands and made peace, advancing towards the Age of the Norse Gods together.
Finally, at this last moment, the three parties successfully reunited.
Looking at everything in front of him, Luo En felt a lot of emotions.
I thought he would have to fight alone against the catastrophe in Northern Europe this time.
Unexpectedly, every seed he had planted had quietly grown into a towering tree, successfully blossomed and borne fruit, leading him to break through the destined death and move towards the ultimate victory.
“Boom!”
At the same time, the bronze towers that embodied the two origin powers collapsed together, and large pieces of black mud gushed out from them, regrouping into the figure of Orlaug.
The bodies of goddesses Danu and Venus trembled, and a trace of divine blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
So strong!
"Die! All of you die!"
The time giant, over ten thousand feet tall, roared across the Sea of Chaos and headed straight for the people under the Kabbalah Tree of Life. His ferocious aura was even stronger than before, and his actions were even crazier, like a wild beast that had lost its mind.
Luo En stepped forward and reminded in a deep voice:
"It seems that only by combining all our strength can we defeat this monster."
"you mean?"
"Using this as a link, and uniting the divinity of our four generations of gods, I don't believe that we can't destroy him!"
Lorne suggested, pointing to the Kabbalah Tree of Life behind him.
Venus and Danu looked at each other and nodded together. Together with the gods of Danu and the bronze mechas behind them, they transformed into a stream of divine light and entered the Kabbalah Tree of Life.
Looking at the roaring Time Giant charging towards him, he sneered, raised the flaming sword in his hand, and issued a verdict:
"Infinite light originates from the kingdom and ends at the crown!
Wisdom, understanding, mercy, severity, beauty, victory, glory, foundation, all is Me! All is Light!
Burn with fire, punish with sword!
I will accomplish all good deeds and destroy all evil deeds.
Infinite energy is flowing from now on!"
As the chanting sound echoed around, the power accumulated on the magic sword Levadin became stronger and stronger. A beam of flame compressed to the extreme burned violently and turned into a blazing light that ignited the sky. No sun, moon or stars could match it.
"Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The head of all hosts, the king of all kings!
Our God is the Almighty, who is and who was and who is to come.
His glory will fill the whole earth and wipe out all remaining enemies! "
Thousands of voices rang out in the pure white kingdom, offering a hymn of consecration together.
Golden flames shot up into the sky, tearing apart the chaotic waves covering billions of miles.
At this moment, Loen felt stronger than ever before!
The final judgment also came with the approach of Orlaug:
"Path of the Flaming Sword - Ain-Soph Aur!"
Along with solemn chanting, a giant flaming sword that spanned the sky and earth slashed forward with unparalleled sharpness, destroying everything in its path.
boom!
The next moment, a deafening roar sounded, and time and space solidified. Then, like a mirror cracking, densely packed scattered crystals burst out in all directions.
The cracked body of the Time Giant was reflected in the brilliant light patterns refracted by the crystal.
As if it were a last gasp, Orlaug, who had been in a frenzy, suddenly woke up. Looking at his hands covered with cracks, he murmured in disbelief:
"Impossible, this is impossible! I am the strongest, I am..."
“Crack~~”
The crisp sound of shattering brought the mumbling to an abrupt end, and thousands of flames of light gushed out from the cracks, completely shattering the giant of time above the chaotic sea.
Countless branches of light spread out from the Kabbalah Tree of Life, like greedy and hungry snakes, frantically swallowing the broken pieces of Orlaug into their bodies.
And every time the light branches eat, the projection of heaven connected to them becomes more solid.
The gods from the four great ages of gods who gathered inside also groaned with satisfaction, as if they had enjoyed a meal that made them extremely satisfied.
However, the growth and predation speed of the Kabbalah Tree of Life was far slower than the decomposition speed of Orlaug. More fragments of divinity fell to the vast chaotic sea, and were about to become bait to fatten the deep-sea monsters.
Is it because there is no soil?
Loen smiled casually and slashed with his sword, and the surrounding chaos and blocked time and space shattered.
The lands of the three great ages of gods, Greece, Rome and Celtic, emerged from the chaos, and the debris after the collapse of the Nordic age of gods also floated up from the sea of chaos, and were pieced together and reshaped in the light and flames.
Sensing the presence of the Four Ages of Gods, the Kabbalah Tree of Life hummed with joy, and countless light-like roots spread out from below, piercing into the Four Ages of Gods.
With the support of the base, the Kabbalah Tree of Life began to grow wildly. Its light-like branches instantly covered tens of thousands of miles of chaotic sea, greedily devouring the fragments of Orlaug's divinity.
When the last ray of spiritual light in the sky was devoured by it, the appearance of the entire Kabbalah Tree of Life also underwent a drastic change.
In the eyes of the Celts, it is the Silver Oak, in the eyes of the Romans, it is the tree of the founding of the nation, in the eyes of the Nordic people, it is the world tree Yggdrasil; in the eyes of the Greeks, it is the original tree of life, Kabbalah...
The four different aspects represent four different ages of gods.
And the myriad of light-like roots that penetrated the ground of different divine eras also turned into the spiritual veins of their respective worlds, forming their own systems while also extending to each other.
The crisis was resolved, the branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life rustled, and the Greek, Nordic, Celtic, and Roman gods walked out of the pure white kingdom of God, stood on the solid ground, and celebrated the rebirth of the world and this hard-won victory together.
And after being nourished by Orlaug's divinity, Eurynome, the Roman goddess of chaos and order, and the Celtic Mother of Origin also took a new step towards the throne of the pinnacle.
As long as they have enough time and magic power, they will eventually cross that threshold and become the true gods of origin.
At the same time, Loen stood high in the sky, leaning down and looking down, examining the textures of the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas and the outlines of the earth's spiritual veins.
For some reason, this new world formed by the combination of four ages of gods always gave him a sense of déjà vu.
It seems like I've seen it somewhere before.
After a moment, he suddenly realized:
Wait, isn’t this the map of the European continent in later generations?
So, combining the four great ages of gods - Greece, Nordic, Celtic and Roman - is equivalent to building the future territory of the entire European continent?
That seems to be true.
The source of civilization on the future European continent will be composed of four ages of gods.
In other words, I have unified Europe without even realizing it?
Loen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked up at the Kabbalah Tree of Life in front of him.
And among the spreading branches and leaves, four blazing white light-like fruits had grown at some point, corresponding to the scenes and lifelines of the four great ages of gods.
Or, you can also call it the [source] of the world...
Sephiroth? Four?
In a trance, Loen raised his head thoughtfully, looking at the six empty areas on the trunk and crown of the tree, with an irrepressible excitement bursting out in his eyes.
Orlaug seemed to have glimpsed the way to the [God] that he had been longing for.
——From the [Kingdom], to the [Crown]!
——Ignite the remaining flames of ten [source essences] and they will surely illuminate the door to [God]!
"I see! I see!"
Lorne stood under the Kabbalah Tree of Life and laughed heartily.
God?
If you don't take what heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences.
"Come on, everyone!"
The joyful voice penetrated the heavy sea fog and extended an invitation to the boundless chaos.
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Want to play a game with us? Let's see who's the winner?
interesting!
At the same time, obscure and terrifying auras surged in the chaos, and the oldest or most powerful rulers in each age of gods woke up one after another:
In Mesopotamia, [Five-Colored Dragon Mother] Tiamat, with the emerald earth touch on her head, emerged from the surging sea, slowly opened her cross-shaped star pupils, and looked far to the west;
In the land of Canaan, El, the Supreme One, snorted coldly and stepped down from the throne made of thunder and storm;
In Persia, [Great Ming Zun] Zalwan opened his golden eyes and stepped out of the Ten Thousand Fire Palace surrounded by the fire elves;
In India, Shiva the Destroyer stood up from the Ganges River, where countless corpses floated. His four arms dropped the damaged Brahma rosary and Vishnu chakra, and his three eyes were filled with bellicose cruelty and excitement.
Egypt, [the primordial water] Nun awakened from the abyss of darkness and called out to the descendants of the gods of the Nile;
In south-central Africa, [Mother of Death] Nzembi stood up from her coffin and yawned lazily. The voodoo zombies wandering around were lying on the ground, trembling with fear...
An unprecedented divine storm intertwined and collided in the fetal sea of origin, tearing apart the barriers of chaos, announcing each other's existence, and jointly opening the curtain of a new era.
(End of this chapter)
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