Chapter 662: Awesome, everything is awesome!
The Achaemenid Empire, also known as the First Persian Empire, was the first monarchy in ancient Persia to expand its territory to most of Central Asia and West Asia. After three generations of hard work by Cyrus the Great, Cambyses II, and Darius I, the Persian Empire's territory at its peak stretched from the Indus Plain and the Pamir Plateau in the east to Egypt and Libya in the south, from Asia Minor and the Balkan Peninsula in the west to the Caucasus Mountains and the Aral Sea in the north, making it the first powerful dynasty in human history to span three continents: Europe, Asia, and Africa.
Its state religion is Zoroastrianism, the predecessor of Zoroastrianism, which is based on the Persian gods as its main belief object...
All this related information flashed through Loen's mind, and he suddenly felt a headache.
After listening to his story, everyone was filled with awe.
I have to say, this is an extremely powerful opponent.
Whether in terms of territory and war potential or in the number of gods and population, they completely overwhelmed the European Four Gods Era they dominated.
Even with the addition of the newly conquered Babylonian God Era, a seemingly fair 5V5 match could not make up for the gap between the two sides.
After all, in the Four Ages of the Gods in Europe, Greece had experienced the collapse of the Destiny, Northern Europe had experienced the Ragnarok, Rome had just completed its unification, the Celts had a struggle between humans and gods, and the Babylonian War of Gods had just ended...all of them were in a state of low health.
Affected by this, the four origin-level fighters on our side also have their own shortcomings:
Venus and Altria have just entered the Origin Era, and their strength is not yet stable. Compared with the old Origin Gods of the two great Ages of Gods in Egypt and West Africa, there is still a big gap;
Since the Babylonian Age of Gods was badly damaged after the [Source] was just taken back from Marduk, Tiamat naturally could not recover her original strength in a short time. Although she successfully forced back the origin gods of the three major ages of Persia, Canaan, and India, she herself was also injured and her strength was further damaged.
If they fought head-on, even if Loen relied on two world sources to fight one against two, it would be difficult to reverse the overall decline.
After a moment of silence, Hecate frowned and asked:
"What do we do now?"
"Of course we're retreating!"
Lorne answered without hesitation.
Even though he had severely damaged Shiva and Iler in advance, he managed to regain some advantage.
But if a real fight breaks out, the chances of winning are still slim.
Even if reinforcements from the Four Ages of Gods of Europe were called in, it would be difficult to revive this dead end game.
The reason is simple. The Babylonian Age of Gods is sandwiched between the three major Ages of Gods, Canaan, India, and Persia. It is a place of four wars, but lacks depth and has no strategic location to defend. Moreover, it has just experienced the devastation of the great flood and the internal consumption of the war between gods, and its strength has been greatly damaged.
It was a risky and unwise move to confront the Persian Empire head-on with chips that were not advantageous to begin with, on such a broken foundation.
If they fail to win quickly, they will surely be defeated when the two great gods of Egypt and West Africa come to support them.
The only solution now is to lead the remaining forces of Babylon to evacuate this deadly place, return to the base of the European Age of Gods, and plan for the long term. Maybe there will be a chance to turn passivity into initiative.
Just as Loen organized his words and prepared to reveal his plan to everyone in War God Mountain, the magic projection in front of him seemed to be disturbed by some force and was suddenly interrupted.
At the same time, the ground shook violently.
Three giant rune pillars composed of storm, hellfire and light flames rose from the ground, forming an inverted triangle formation, covering the entire Babylonian Age of Gods.
Sensing the three familiar origin powers, Loen's face changed.
Ile, Shiva and Zalwan took action.
They jointly launched theocracy and blocked the entire Babylonian Age of the Gods!
It seems that the opponent is not a fool. He will just stand there and wait for him to make a move.
It is very likely that the enemy has already established contact with the two major gods in Egypt and West Africa, and analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of Babylon and the two attack targets.
Compared with the European Age of Gods, whose base is solid and difficult to conquer for the time being, they seem to be ready to concentrate their superior forces to first annex Babylon, which is already in their pocket.
Worst case scenario…
Lorne sighed, several thoughts running through his mind.
Then, he seemed to have made up his mind and raised his hand to open a magic circle diagram.
The red and black mud flow surged out from the golden vortex and gathered in the hall, forming a red and black lake mixed with pure malice.
Buzz!
Amidst the heart-pounding tremors, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, and an ever-changing pitch-black cube slowly condensed and rose, and its volume continued to expand.
After a moment, this thing twisted by itself like a Rubik's Cube, and dark scarlet magic patterns covered the entire surface of the black container.
But finally the darkness was illuminated, and a pool of red and black liquid rose from the dark interior to the top, gathering into a figure wrapped in a red and black mud-like cocoon membrane.
The hideous red and black lines spread wildly from the abdomen to the surrounding area, and a strong sense of malice permeated. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped several levels.
In an instant, the pitch-black metal cube hummed sharply, and scarlet magic patterns lit up. After a while of flickering, it turned into a red and black mud cocoon with a human-shaped outline.
Snap~~!
A white arm tore through the red and black afterbirth that wrapped itself, and a graceful and tall figure walked out of it. The dark purple hair cascaded behind her like a waterfall. There was a mixture of innocence and charm in her amber eyes, as if it was a combination of holiness and filth, with a contradictory yet unified temperament.
The girl stretched herself, walked up the stairs with a smile, and stroked Lorne's chest with her fingertips in an ambiguous way:
"Father God, you finally let me out. Did you miss me?"
"How about you stay in your little box for a few more days and wash your brain with black mud?"
Loen turned the magic box in his hand and looked sinisterly at the witch in front of him.
Since the death of her former boss Zeus, this notorious accomplice, the witch Pandora, naturally could not escape the fate of being punished and was locked in a magic box for forced labor.
As the new boss, Loen took into consideration her criminal record and naturally ignored this witch.
If now is not the time to use people, he would not have released this time bomb.
At this moment, Pandora, upon hearing this, immediately hugged her new boss, Lorne's arm, and began to act coquettishly and resentfully:
"No, Father God, please don't lock me up. I promise I will do anything!"
Loen pulled his arm out of the soft groove and looked at the witch beside him:
"Can you do anything?"
Pandora blushed, half shy, half curious:
"So, what position do you like?"
"..." Luo En twitched his mouth, "Be serious, I'm scared."
Pandora heard this and showed a trace of regret on her face:
"So what do you need me to do?"
As she spoke, she wrapped herself around him again like a water snake, her proud curves sticking to the thin fabric, rubbing against the new boss in front of her.
Although the words are strong, the body's reactions don't lie.
As she is from Greece, she certainly knows which communication method is most effective.
As expected, Loen was somewhat overwhelmed by this attack and gave a straightforward answer:
"I need you to do something for me. If it works, your previous debt will be settled and your sentence can be ended early. Moreover, you can also have a new name and position as a god and gain a foothold in the new era of gods."
Pandora's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she couldn't help but be eager to try it.
Because of her title as the Witch of Disaster and her numerous evil deeds that destroyed two eras of humanity, even though she successfully changed her allegiance in the process of joining forces to fight against Zeus, her reputation in Greece was already ruined.
If I could have a new name and position as a god, I might be able to say goodbye to the past and stand upright in the sun.
Thinking of the beautiful future, Pandora immediately became serious and expressed her sincere feelings:
"Just tell me what you want me to do! I promise to go through fire and water, Father!"
As a boss, Loen was very satisfied with his subordinate's work attitude and whispered his plan to him.
After hearing this, Pandora couldn't help but swallow her saliva:
"You want me to sneak into the Canaan Gods next door to commit fraud? There are three origins, as well as a large number of God Kings and Lord Gods. What if something goes wrong..."
"High risk brings high rewards. I believe in your ability."
Loen patted the witch's subordinate on the shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement:
"Besides, I'm still here."
As he spoke, he injected a force of divine origin into Pandora's body, creating a layer of protection for her with the divine power of "fraud".
Pandora interpreted the information engraved in her mind, her eyes flickering.
——Lilitu, a night demon originating from the Mesopotamian plain, a female evil deity that appeared with a storm, a profile of Lady Ninlil, the south wind. After the war of gods, she fled to the Age of Gods in Canaan for refuge.
——And in Canaan, the divine name of her Lilitu can be translated as Barat, and the two are the same being.
"From now on, you are a true Middle Eastern deity, and no longer a disaster witch."
Lorne added with a smile, looking very confident.
Pandora rolled her eyes and complained in a depressed tone:
"So this is how the so-called new god's name and new position came about? You are really good at calculating."
"If you don't want to do it, you can give this opportunity to someone else."
"Fuck! You gave the order yourself, how can I not be happy?"
Pandora naturally understood the consequences of disobeying orders, so she could only respond resentfully.
However, she still had some doubts about the feasibility of the plan:
"There are three gods of origin and a large number of god kings and main gods in Canaan. If you ask me to pretend to be Lilitu, will it really not be exposed?"
"What if this identity is real?"
Lorne smiled and added,
"Both Lilitu and Barat are real gods, but they have perished in the previous war between gods. The divine power I injected into your body is the remaining source of hers. In addition, it also contains an identity I once used."
"What?"
"Merlin, you are a half-demon that is a mixture of human and [incubus], and you are the ancestor of the incubus clan. Through the fraudulent theocracy of Loki, the god of trickery, I, your [offspring], will become the protective color of your identity authentication. At that time, even if the God of Origin stands in front of you, he will not be able to easily see through your disguise."
"Hearing you say that, I feel relieved."
Pandora breathed a sigh of relief and was no longer so resistant to the next scam.
After explaining the contents of the operation in detail, Loen opened the magic circle and quietly sent his subordinate to the Age of Canaan.
Since ancient times, there has been a circle of three missing one.
Although the other party sealed three sides of the Babylonian Era of the Gods, they left a gap in the Canaanite Era of the Gods to facilitate testing and attack, which just gave him the opportunity to squeeze people in.
Watching the figure of the witch's subordinate disappear into the magic circle, Loen breathed a sigh of relief.
Yes, she is still a witch.
Although she was given the name and position of a god, Pandora's essence remained unchanged.
Because, Lilitu and Barat had another translation in later generations, named - Lilith.
She is the nightmare banshee representing desire, the ancestor of all nightmares, the witch of the night, the incarnation of the dark moon, and the embodiment of natural disasters and storms.
In a sense, Lilith and Pandora have the same essence.
Loen did not completely change the witch identity of this subordinate, so it could not be said to be a lie, so the disguise was naturally not easy to be exposed.
"Lilith, the witch of the night, the embodiment of desire and disaster. I hope that your appearance can really bring a [disaster] to Canaan."
Loen muttered to himself, his figure gradually swallowed by the darkness in the temple.
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Meanwhile, Canaan, the Holy Mountain of Zaphon.
After the gods worked together to complete the blockade of the Babylonian era, they finally felt relieved.
The cage has been built. All they have to do is wait for the military forces of the two great ages of gods in Egypt and West Africa to join them before they can officially take action against Babylon.
When the time comes, the five gods of origin will show up together, and the opponent will have no chance of escaping.
Then, all you need to do next is to rest well and wait patiently.
The Persian and Indian gods looked at each other and nodded, then left the Storm Temple at the top one after another and came to stay temporarily at the foot of the mountain.
Although the three generations of gods have united, they still need to avoid suspicion to maintain a healthy and long-term cooperative relationship.
As the hall became empty, Iler also breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the throne, looking exhausted.
Due to his greed for merit and recklessness, he had one arm cut off and lost his proud combat weapon, which greatly damaged his strength.
In addition to the great efforts he had put into sealing off the Babylonian Age of Gods, as well as being on guard against the two great Ages of Gods of Persia and India, which were his allies, he was already somewhat exhausted.
Fortunately, most of the problems have been solved, and he can finally let go of his guard and rest for a while.
Just as Iler was thinking, a fragrant breeze spread in the temple.
His wife, Asherah, the Queen of Heaven, swayed her slender waist and came out from the shadow behind the throne. She leaned close to his ear and whispered charmingly:
"King, those outsiders have finally left. We are the only ones left here."
As she spoke, Asherah stretched out her arms, which were as white as milk, and hugged her husband's neck from behind, exploring all the way down, with seduction and desire flowing in her eyes.
She hadn't been properly moisturized for a long time.
However, after a brief collision and gasp, Asherah sat up from her husband with a rather unhappy look on her face.
Iler's old face showed some embarrassment:
"I'm a little tired and not in good condition. Let me have a good rest first. If you don't have anything to do during this period, try not to disturb me."
After saying this, he waved his hand and sent his wife out of the temple without waiting for her to speak, then leaned back on the throne and snored alone.
He was too tired. He had to consider the opponent Babylon, and be wary of the two allies India and Persia. In addition, his injuries had not healed yet, so he decided to put off the issue of married life until later.
Looking at the tightly closed temple door, Asherah, who was not satisfied, could not help but curse inwardly:
"You're just an old fool, you only know how to put me off all day long!"
"Sir, be careful what you say."
A kind reminder came, and a goddess with long black-purple hair and amber eyes walked out from the shadows at the corner.
"Who are you?" Asherah's face showed three parts of confusion and seven parts of vigilance.
She seemed to have never seen this unfamiliar face before.
"You can just call me Lilitu. I escaped from the Age of the Gods in Babylon with Lord Enlil."
Pandora responded respectfully, her tone humbly and slightly sentimental, showing her perfect acting skills.
Asherah relaxed his vigilance slightly upon hearing this.
It turns out that he is a subordinate of Enlil, an old god of Babylon. No wonder he looks so unfamiliar.
Sensing that the Queen had let down her guard, Pandora pointed around and took the initiative to speak:
"Sir, there are many people on the mountain. If you don't mind, I will help you go back to the palace to rest."
Asherah also realized her own gaffe and words, nodded, and allowed the attentive little goddess to support her hand and return to the bedroom.
Along the way, the two chatted from time to time.
With Pandora's deliberate catering, the relationship between the two sides gradually warmed up.
Asherah was very satisfied with this little goddess who spoke sweetly and acted efficiently. She even thought of asking Enlil for this little goddess to serve as her subordinate god.
But soon, her thoughts were diluted by another worry.
As if because she was not satisfied, the closer she got to the bedroom, the more intense the evil fire in her body became, as if it was going to burn every inch of her muscle and every inch of her bone marrow into charred residue.
As Asherah's anger and annoyance grew, his expression became increasingly unsightly.
"You look so bad. Why don't you lie down on the bed and rest for a while? I'll invite Prince Baal to come and chat with you to relieve your boredom."
"No……"
Asherah just uttered a word of refusal, but his eyes flashed and he changed his words inexplicably:
"Alright, let him come over. I just happen to have something to talk to him about."
Pandora nodded respectfully, and then brought the Queen's order to invite Prince Baal to the bedroom so that the mother and son could be alone.
A moment later, the door of the temple slammed shut, and a violent collision sounded in the hall, venting the most primitive desires.
Done!
This is much easier than expected.
Pandora, standing in the shadows, raised the corners of her lips, turned and walked towards the Storm Temple on the top of the mountain.
Soon, the Minotaur warrior who came following the sound kicked open the door of Queen Asherah's bedroom.
Looking at the two people fooling around on the bed, he was furious, his eyes were red:
"You bastards! You two bastards! How dare you do this right under my nose!"
After a roar of anger, El, with the green grassland on his head, beat Baal and his wife Asherah, threw them into the dungeon, and prepared to deal with them later.
In a moment, the news of the lover and mother's imprisonment reached the ears of the goddess Anat.
A violent storm was brewing silently on Mount Saffron.
(End of this chapter)
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