Chapter 659: The Minotaur's Defeat
Babylonian Age of the Gods, Southwestern Border.
The two armies, composed of gods and monsters respectively, faced each other from a distance. A sharp breath rose into the sky, shattering the clouds for thousands of miles.
"Are you Jin Gu?"
With a disdainful sneer, a tall figure drove a chariot, passed the Supreme Being El with the head of a bull and the body of a man, and came to the front of the Canaanite gods' team.
His face was quite handsome, his skin was as white and delicate as the first snow, with a divine luster. His eyes were deep and bright, and his pupils seemed to be dancing with lightning, able to see directly into the desires deep in his soul. His thick black hair was like dark clouds in a storm, and his beard was woven with gold threads, symbolizing royal power and the power of nature. The gorgeous purple-gold robe was embroidered with lightning patterns and Canaan runes, and when the hem of his robe fluttered, it seemed as if thunderclouds were rolling. He wore a gold collar made from the crowns of the Seven Kingdoms, and a sea snake-shaped bracelet was wrapped around his wrist, with rubies inlaid in the snake's eyes.
In his hand he held a bronze lightning spear, the tip of which was wrapped in eternal thunder and fire; around his waist hung a storm-condensing horn, from which the whistling of strong winds could be heard continuously.
A bronze eagle perches on his shoulder, casting a sundial shadow as its wings spread.
His bronze chariot was drawn by bulls made of lava, and the hoofprints left by the beasts burned with green fire.
Luo En raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully:
"Baal?"
Among the Canaanite gods, the only one bold enough to snatch the C position from his old father El is probably the God of Storm and Thunder.
As expected.
"Yes, it is me!" The man nodded proudly, then sneered, "Marduk actually lost to you? You are such a loser!"
As both were favored sons of heaven of the younger generation, and both held the authority over storms and thunder, and as the Babylonian Age of the Gods and the Canaanite Age of the Gods were close to each other, it was natural that Baal and Marduk were compared by outsiders.
In the past, both sides have won and lost.
But ever since Marduk won the Babylonian God War and successfully entered the Origin, Baal has never been able to overshadow his old rival.
Now that he heard that this old rival had failed, he naturally couldn't help but jump out and mock him.
By the way, try to see how much strength the opponent still has after that fierce battle.
A hint of cunning flashed in Baal's eyes, and he immediately raised the lightning spear in his hand and transformed into a hundred-meter-tall storm giant.
As the power was activated, his originally fair skin cracked, revealing lava-like veins, and his hair turned into waterfalls of lightning.
"I came from the light, my body is like a jewel."
Loen spoke calmly, took out the Holy Grail from the magic circle, raised his hand and sprinkled a touch of gold.
Burning cherubim were born from it, and when they flapped their wings, they scattered wedge-shaped divine patterns with the scent of wine, forming a dazzling curtain of light.
Baal brandished his spear, gathered lightning, and launched a series of attacks on the light curtain, but he disappeared into absolute nothingness like a drop in the ocean.
"It's my turn..."
Loen stretched out a finger, and the lightning in the sky was extinguished at his fingertips.
The mountain-like pressure seemed to transcend space and time and continued to advance forward. Baal felt the danger of death and his hair stood on end.
The storm god wielded the lightning spear in his hand frantically, and a thunderous war cry came out of his mouth. Every breath he took set off a hurricane with a salty smell, and golden red blood mist seeped out from his pores and merged into it. The seven-layer armor made of dynasty sacrificial vessels exploded into arcs of light, and the blessing inscriptions and the power of faith on the surface had been stimulated to the extreme.
"boom!"
Where the two divine powers collided, time and space took on a strange amber state. The rainstorm summoned by Baal condensed into ice crystals outside the light curtain, and the surging thunder was melted by the dazzling light.
"puff!"
Baal vomited a mouthful of golden divine blood and staggered back. Cracks appeared on the golden accessories on his chest and the bronze armor on his body shattered.
This guy actually still had so much energy left after defeating Marduk!
Baal was startled and released the bronze eagle on his shoulder.
The bronze eagle let out a scream that tore through the clouds, and crashed into its target in a fierce storm.
But before the monster could get close, the first doomsday eagle, Sheila, flapped its wings and fiercely knocked the bronze eagle away to defend its creator.
At the same time, the remaining Doomsday Eagles also moved, screaming and heading straight for Baal.
Baal's heart trembled, and he swung his lightning spear, hitting the lava bull pulling the cart in front of him hard.
The lava bull roared like thunder and spewed out fierce green flames, burning several doomsday eagles that swooped down on it into ashes.
But after this delay, Loen raised his hand again.
"Help me now!"
With an anxious shout, Anat, the goddess of love and war, rushed towards her brother and lover Baal.
Her high nose bridge is like a carefully carved work of art, and her deep eye sockets are filled with a pair of amber eyes that glow like honey in the sun. Her slightly curly chestnut hair is always casually draped over her shoulders, with a light golden copper color at the ends, which highlights her charming and enchanting look.
But her fighting style is completely different and is extremely wild.
Blood fell on the battlefield, and Anat's chariot rolled over the broken earth. The skull of the monster hanging in front of the chariot roared to cheer, and her double blades had already set off a bloody whirlwind - the left-hand sword split the sky, and the thunderstorm poured down the blade; the right-hand spear pierced the earth vein, and the magma surged like a mad snake.
Two destructive forces shot towards the light curtain in front of Loen, and the ripples they caused were no less powerful than those caused by his brother Baal.
Anat, whose name means "force" or "violence" in Canaanite, is regarded as the most powerful god of war in the Canaanite pantheon.
It was because of her help that Baal was able to defeat his other brothers and become the designated next leader of the Canaanite gods.
But even if the brother and sister joined forces, they still couldn't break through the pure white light curtain.
Even as the white fingers pressed downward, the brother and sister both vomited golden blood and fell to the ground like meteors.
“Hiss~!”
Upon seeing this, the sea god Yam and the underworld god Mott gasped.
Realizing that the new master of Babylon seemed to be more powerful than they had expected, the two men did not dare to stand by and watch, and decisively stepped in to support him.
The dim light condensed from the deathly aura and the azure waves attacked the falling hand on the battlefield, coexisting with the thunder and storm that symbolized the divine power of the sky, constructing a complete concept of the [world], and jointly fighting against the falling hand.
Loen's eyes flashed, and the war beast Behemoth and the deep-sea snake Leviathan jumped out from behind him and met the two gods of the Canaanite tribe respectively.
This is the prototype of the three great doomsday beasts, and is the product of his reshaping and strengthening after his union with the goddess Tiamat.
Although in terms of hard power, they are far inferior to the two gods of the Canaanite clan.
But they also happen to possess corresponding divine power over the sky, earth and ocean, which should be enough to delay time.
At this moment, Behemoth hammered the earth, and an ochre-yellow halo spread out, blocking the spread of death; Leviathan opened its mouth and swallowed, and the blue waves were swallowed up.
The rescue efforts of the sea god Yam and the underworld god Mott were immediately blocked.
At the same time, golden blood dripped from Loen's fingertips, like burning sparks falling into dry wood. The blazing flames instantly ignited all the surrounding matter and quickly spread to Baal and Anat in the center of the battlefield.
At the critical moment, a chaos storm tore through the flames, giving the trapped Baal and Anat a respite.
The origin god of the Canaanite gods, the Supreme El, finally took action.
At this moment, the father of the Canaanite gods was driving a bronze chariot into the battlefield, chopping the blazing golden flames with a giant axe wrapped in thunder, lightning and storms, to open up a way of survival for his trapped children.
The time is now!
A cold light flashed in Loen's eyes, and the holy words turned into golden chains and flew out from the flames, tightly locking Iler and his chariot.
Then, he raised his hands and the flaming sword Levadin emerged from the magic circle and fell into his palms.
"Its source is light, its power is flame, it judges with sword, punishes with fire - all things will be destroyed!"
Under the solemn chanting, the flaming demon sword Levatin awakened from its long sleep, and the sword body ignited with an eternal fire that burned everything.
Then the sword fell forward, and the sky was torn into lava cracks, and fire rain poured down like a meteor. Wherever the sword passed, space was distorted into a charred vacuum belt, and the storm and thunder surrounding the Supreme Iler were torn apart in an instant.
Iler's pupils shrank sharply, and he swung the bronze axe in his hand wildly. Every swing caused the space to shatter and the stars to collapse.
However, the raging sandstorm could swallow the sky and the earth but could not extinguish the dazzling flames; the fierce thunder could tear everything apart but could not resist the falling sword.
"puff!"
With the sound of a sharp blade entering flesh, a thick, hairy arm holding a huge bronze axe flew high into the air.
Before it landed on the ground, the Seraph angels flapped their six wings, swarmed forward, and burned the arm, the bronze axe and the divinity within it to ashes with their own flames.
“Ouch!”
Yile groaned while covering his broken arm, his bull face twisted in pain and his eyes full of fear and disbelief.
Divine unity!
This guy has completed the divine integration! He has two world essences!
Looking at Iler who was staggering backward while covering his broken arm, Loen shook his head unsatisfiedly.
What a pity.
He first showed weakness to the enemy, using Baal and Anat as bait, and then lured El into the trap and attacked him by surprise, hoping that with the trump card of two world source essences, he could eliminate the leader of the Canaanite gods in one blow to relieve him of the pressure of facing the three origins later.
However, Iler is a genuine god of origin after all.
Even if he was accidentally tricked due to misjudgment, he would not be killed in one blow. He would only pay the price of an arm and the shattering of the artifact.
However, it won't be so easy to dodge the next attack.
Loen narrowed his eyes and raised the flaming sword in his hand again. A golden-red band of light shot up into the sky, emitting heat that could burn everything.
Yile's eyes were filled with fear, and he couldn't help but shout:
"You're not helping?"
At the same time, a ray of fire ignited in the eastern sky, using the Milky Way as a bow, and shot out a flaming arrow that penetrated the dimension.
The light arrow collided with the sword, causing the surrounding space to collapse and shatter, and the sword force that had originally locked onto Iler was deflected.
Loen wanted to chase after him, but a world-destroying spear formed by fire and blood moon whistled from the other side and attacked his heart.
The sword tip deflected downward, the two origin divine powers collided violently, and the blood-colored spear of destruction was turned into crystal dust by the supreme law.
But the Supreme El also managed to escape and retreat back to the camp of the Canaanite gods.
Here we come!
Luo En's heart sank as he looked far into the eastern sky. Two figures appeared one after another accompanied by the flames of creation and destruction.
(End of this chapter)
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