Chapter 660 Let’s Dance
The first person to arrive at the battlefield was a middle-aged man with a noble appearance.
He wore an indigo robe decorated with stars and moons. Ten halos rotated behind his head like a sundial, and each light mark was engraved with the era that was swallowed. There was a soft luster flowing through his light golden beard and hair, like a burning flame. His left eye reflected the first dew in the morning light, while his right eye precipitated the last embers of the dusk. In his hand, he held a parchment scroll written in Persian.
Based on the characteristics of his attire, his identity is obvious.
——The Great Ming Lord, Zarwan.
Following closely behind was a young man full of hostility.
He was wearing a tiger skin, with a naked upper body, four muscular arms behind him, holding a trident, a conch shell, a water pitcher, a drum and other sacred objects in his hands, a cobra around his neck, holy water from the Ganges flowing through his hair, and a crescent moon emblem on his forehead glowing with a cold blue light. His blue-gray skin was smeared with ashes from the crematorium, and his three eyes seemed to be able to see through the past, present and future.
At this time, the third eye on his forehead was closed.
Once this eye opens, the world will be engulfed in boundless karmic fire and usher in a terrible extinction.
It turned out to be him.
Luo En's eyes flashed, and he vaguely guessed the identity of the young man.
Shiva, the god of destruction, is a representative figure in Indian mythology.
If we talk about who has the highest status among Indian gods, it may still be controversial.
If we were to ask who has the strongest fighting power, it would undoubtedly be Lord Shiva.
Moreover, Shiva not only controls destruction, but also symbolizes rebirth and transformation, heralding the beginning of a new cosmic cycle. Even without the support of the creator god Brahma and the protector god Vishnu, he can form a complete system by himself. Therefore, he is actually the most powerful god in Hinduism, with an unparalleled supreme status that surpasses the 333 million gods in Hinduism.
So, he is the one who defeated all competitors, mastered the source of the Indian God Era world, and successfully entered the origin?
"Be careful, this kid has completed the integration of divinity and possesses two world essences!"
At this moment, the Supreme Ile who returned to the camp covered his broken arm and reminded with gritted teeth.
"Waste is waste. Don't make excuses for your incompetence."
Shiva sneered disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt for Iler.
He gave a kind reminder, but was ridiculed instead. Yile's face turned blue with anger.
But before he could refute, Shiva had already rushed towards Lorne in the clouds alone.
"Boy, let me test your quality!"
With the excitement of seeing prey, the Indian God of Destruction raised the four arms behind him and swung them forward in the air. The shadow of the Ganges suddenly hung upside down, and the water froze into billions of ice crystal tridents in the void. The tips of the tridents reflected the aurora of doomsday, shrouding the target in a cold icy purgatory.
Luo En's eyes moved slightly, and he swept forward with the flaming sword in his hand. Like a star burning violently in the clouds,
The dazzling light spread across thousands of miles, and with it a blazing storm of magical power.
"boom!"
Divine powers collided, the sky was torn apart, the hymns of heaven and the Sanskrit chants of the Ganges were strangled in the void, and the broken light of white wings and the fragments of Indian ritual instruments poured down like a rainstorm.
The first to be hit were the billions of ice crystal tridents, which were instantly vaporized, and the ice purgatory collapsed.
The devastating shock continued to spread, and the reflection of the Ganges River caused huge waves.
Shiva's face changed suddenly, and all the Sanskrit characters of the two major Hindu epics, "Ramayana" and "Mahabharata", appeared on his skin. Countless golden divine words containing mysterious power flickered, offsetting the remaining power of the powerful sword.
At the same time, golden blood beads dripped from the forehead of the God of Destruction.
His third eye, which had been closed, finally opened.
The gaze was silent at first. The beam of light shattered into floating gold powder in front of the pupil; the distorted space fell like melted wax, reflecting the images of the Indian gods - the afterimage of Garuda's wings, Indra's mighty thunder stick, and even the sweat drops of Brahma when he created the world, all appeared in the void one by one, and then annihilated into a red lotus-shaped world-destroying fire, floating and rolling towards Lorne in the clouds.
“This is the house of God, this is the gate of heaven!”
As the chanting sounded, blazing white holy light intertwined with clouds to form a majestic gate of sky and a magnificent seven-story palace, which easily blocked the world-destroying fire from Shiva's third eye.
After successfully resolving the attack, Loen glanced at the strongest among the Indian gods today and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
"That's it? You're not much better than Iler."
“You bastard!”
Frustrated, Shiva was furious and immediately decided not to hold back any longer, tapping his left palm with his right knuckles.
This is a unique yoga gesture in Indian civilization, which can use itself as a medium to stimulate the operation of the cosmic chakras.
In the hands of Shiva, the god of destruction, it symbolizes the collapse and destruction of the world.
Then, Shiva's left foot pressed down like a giant mountain, while his right foot was lightly suspended in the air. His arms, which had changed from four to forty-two, stretched out in the air, with his upper right hand holding high the burning fire of destruction, and his lower left hand diagonally holding the damaru drum, the drum surface vibrating at a frequency that could cause the stars to collapse. His spine tilted back like a steep mountain, and the phantom of the Ganges between his braids became a waterfall flowing in the opposite direction, with each drop of water reflecting thousands of golden Sanskrit characters.
At the same time, the third eye on his forehead opened wide, emitting Sanskrit flames from the epic "Rig Veda", and thunderous sounds were heard all around, with wind and thunder surging continuously.
The body, which seems to be cast in bronze, twists in strange postures, showing the world a wild, grotesque and distorted beauty.
This is an ancient dance.
With every move he made, he caused earthquakes over a vast area, causing the earth's crust and seabed to twist and crack, and the space tottered as he danced.
Tandava dance?
Lorne narrowed his eyes, thinking.
In Hindu mythology, the world returns to chaos in Shiva's dance.
This dance is called Tandava Dance.
This is not just a dance, but also a ritual. Mortals only need to use this as a symbol to construct a spell to cause powerful destruction, and the Tandava dance performed by Shiva himself is naturally the highest level.
After careful observation, Loen discovered the secret.
The Tandava Dance seems to be a secret technique that combines Indian yoga and chakra theory. It uses one's own microcosm to attract the external macrocosm and activate all four elements of earth, fire, wind, and water in the area. It first disrupts the balance between the elements and creates a strong and unstable magical turbulence.
Once the pressure between elements reaches the point where it destroys the laws of the world, "element dislocation" will occur, causing great distortion to the world.
For example, if the gears inside a machine are forcibly installed in an inappropriate position, the structure will inevitably collapse during operation.
Shiva, who is now launching the [Tandava Dance], is the gear that causes the structural collapse of the world.
When the elements that make up the world fall into chaos and the foundation of the world's existence is broken, it becomes obvious what the outcome will be.
As the [Tandava Dance] became more and more intense, the space serving as the stage suddenly collapsed into a huge magical black hole, and Lorne, who was acting as an audience member, was enveloped and attacked by layers of destructive power.
You want to destroy, then I will create!
"My cup of happiness is overflowing here,"
Loen chanted as he opened the magic circle diagram, took out the holy grail with his left hand, raised his hand and poured the divine liquid in the cup in front of him.
Countless stars fell from the scattered void, forming seven light bands of different colors, paving a glorious road leading to heaven.
The huge light-like door slowly opened, revealing the full view of the Kingdom of God.
There were gurgling waters and full of vitality, and countless light-like holy spirits were gathering into form, dancing up and down, singing praises. Densely packed stars lit up one after another, dispelling the darkness, mending the cracks, or continuously emitting light and heat, pulling the originally dead world back into a warm reality.
At the same time, countless angels with different shapes and different numbers of wings were dancing and singing the words of God:
"Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts, King of Kings, whose glory fills the whole earth!"
"At the end of the world, salvation has come, and the kingdom of the world will be the kingdom of our Lord!"
“He will lead the Lamb through the valley of the shadow of death, so that nothing will be lacking!”
"Those who are conquered will suffer disaster, those who fight to the death will receive glory, and those who are baptized and anointed will receive reward!"
"Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"
The magnificent hymns spread the ripples of sound and rhythm in all directions, and pulled the stars in the sky to rotate in reverse, constructing a sacred and flawless temple.
Magnificent buildings, a paradise with beautiful mountains and rivers, a starry sky, inexhaustible food, almost eternal life, beautiful angels playing hymns day and night, and the mana produced on the ground is mouth-watering.
All the good things that life expects are encompassed by the scenes projected by the starlight.
Even though Shiva increased the frequency of the Tandava dance several times and pushed the power of destruction to the extreme, he was unable to shake all things' yearning for "beauty" and "order".
As the starlight reflected, the light ring formed by the projection of the seven heavens became more and more solid, turning into a ten-sided crown, worn on Loen's head.
Rich, incandescent white light emerged from each angel, gathering into a river-like band of light above the sky, converging into the palm of Loen, and merging into the flaming sword Levadin, giving birth to a thousand-foot-long flame.
If you want to protect the beauty of this world, you not only need a shield that can block all malice, but also a sword that can cut off all evil.
At the same time, the praises of the angels in Paradise suddenly turned into a solemn declaration:
"Arise, Lord, and scatter the enemies; let those who hate him flee from his presence; they will be driven away like smoke before the wind; like wax before fire, the wicked will perish at the sight of God!"
Loen raised the flaming magic sword in his hand and swung it at Shiva who was dancing awkwardly in front of him.
Wherever the light passes, the Ganges stops flowing.
The divine realm formed by the Tandava dance was shattered by one blow, and nearly half of the forty-two arms behind Shiva were blown into meat paste.
Looking at the flaming sword coming towards him, Shiva's soul was scared and his pupils shrank sharply.
At the critical moment, a low chant came from one side:
"I am the Lord of Eternity, the Father of All Flames, the Incarnation of a Hundred, the Light of a Thousand Blades, Victor over All Battles!"
The Great Ming Lord Zarwan raised the golden Persian scimitar inlaid with gems in his hand and swung it forward in a circular trajectory.
A golden ring like the sun was hanging high in the sky, forming a huge magic array. Then, a number of condensed and fissioned golden swords were differentiated and formed from it. They shot out densely, and hit the flaming magic sword with a clang, successfully blocking the attack.
After surviving the disaster, Shiva, who had regained his original appearance, covered his left broken arm with his hand, his face full of lingering fear.
Yile, who was standing by, looked at the embarrassed God of Destruction and couldn't help but sneered:
"Wasn't it supposed to be one-on-one? Why did it become like this?"
“This guy is not simple.”
"Hehe, trash is trash, don't make excuses for your incompetence."
Hearing this familiar sentence, Shiva's face turned red with anger, but he could do nothing about it.
Zarwan glanced at his two accomplices and complained in his heart.
One had his right hand chopped off because of carelessness, and the other had his left arm broken because of recklessness. What is there for you two to argue about?
It’s okay if the eldest brother doesn’t say anything bad about the second brother!
Just as Zalwan's mood began to relax a little, Loen took decisive action.
That is light.
A pillar of light - or rather, a slash of light formed by flames.
Like the judgment of fate.
Light, at the speed of light, covered Zalwan and an area of 30,000 meters around it, locking onto the Persian Great Ming Lord.
The power rose sharply, and everything in its path seemed to be melting away.
Zalwan instinctively wanted to dodge, but his body was unable to move at all.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the surrounding space was covered with golden divine patterns, like chains, forming an invisible suppression and restraint on anyone who stepped into it.
when?
Could it be that when Shiva launched the [Tandava Dance], he reconstructed the space and set traps with these divine patterns?
And at this moment, light, the sacred light of judgment, fell at the speed of light.
“Buzz!”
The blazing white light stream was like an inverted Milky Way. The deep black void and the dim galaxy were instantly dyed into a sacred pure white. The ancient light reflected the eternal color.
Zalwan smelled danger and his face turned extremely ugly.
He didn't care about maintaining his image as the God of Origin, and shouted to both sides:
"Help! Come together!"
Shiva and Iler were startled and did not dare to continue wasting time. One of them drew the Ajagava bow and the other swung the bronze battle axe, and they attacked the beam of light at the same time.
Four origin-level forces were strangling each other in the void.
The moment the twelve pairs of blazing white wings spread out, the creation scripture gushed out from between the feathers, but was ignited by the purple-red karmic fire released by Shiva's third eye;
Zalwan shook his robes, and the star map above him was reversing the law of cause and effect, moving the falling blades of light away;
Iler raised his battle axe, and the storm and thunder swept towards the figure in the clouds...
In the solidified shock wave, the golden holy flame collided with the purple-red hellfire, the blue storm, and the silver torrent of time;
Hermetic, Runic, Canaanite, Cuneiform, Persian, and Sanskrit devoured each other;
The sky was crushed inch by inch by the divine might, and the light was swallowed up by the darkness inch by inch...
Facing three origin-level opponents, Loen, who only had two world source essences, was ultimately inferior.
Good opportunity, keep working hard to defeat this monster!
This idea occurred to Zalwan, Shiva, and Iler at the same time, and they pushed their divine authority to the extreme.
But at this moment, the ground shook violently, and a tall and majestic figure rose from the abyss.
"Aaaaaa!"
With high-pitched syllables like a song, the Mother of Creation Dragon with emerald wings stepped on the ground with all four legs.
Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be stripped of all colors, and gray-white light patterns spread out.
As his body came into contact with it, the wind columns around Iler were torn apart, the thunderclouds disappeared, Shiva's world-destroying fire was extinguished one after another, and Zalwan's time torrent began to disintegrate.
At the same time, the rivers dried up, the land rose, matter decomposed, and the whole world seemed to be evolving towards disordered chaos...
——Anti-Genesis!
This is the power of Tiamat, the mother of origin, which can completely destroy all creations born in the old era until it devours the entire world.
Another origin?
At the same time, the light-like gate in the sky opened, and shadows with wings of different numbers flew out, singing loudly:
"Holy! Holy! Holy!"
“The Lord is the Almighty, who was and is and is to come!”
"Conquer the nations, and my God will be king!"
Some of them are strange individuals with two wings covering their feet, two wings flying, and their bodies burning violently; some are abstract monsters with six wings on their backs and various eyes growing inside and outside their bodies; some are things with four wings dancing up and down, with human faces, cow faces, eagle faces, and lion faces as the main body...
These curious creatures were arranged in staggered intervals, vertically and horizontally, and formed a military formation. Together with the army of magical beasts, they rushed towards the Canaanite gods and the three gods of origin with great momentum.
Damn, there's an ambush!
The three Gods of Origin instinctively felt a chill in their hearts.
They immediately mobilized their power, ended the stalemate, and turned around to rush out of this terrible Babylonian era of gods.
Seeing this, the Canaanite gods who were responsible for assisting also hurriedly followed the three gods of origin to retreat.
A great war was stopped here.
(End of this chapter)
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