Chapter 688: Offer your heart to Lao Luo!
A few days later, in the Garden of Eden, the Great Temple.
Lorne looked at the two letters from his son Connor and daughter Uhasha and nodded with satisfaction.
As planned, they went to Ireland and used the token given by Morgan to awaken the Fianna and the Red Branch Knights who were sleeping in the underground wonderland of Dublin.
After learning that Ireland and the entire Celtic Age of Gods are facing a major crisis, the heroes share a common hatred and express their willingness to follow the new Celtic gods represented by Connor and Uhasha to fight for their homeland.
But the prerequisite is that the two can conquer them.
The result was not surprising. Connor became the new Supreme King served by the Knights of Fianna, and Uhasha became the queen commanding the Knights of the Red Branch.
After all, the blood of this pair of siblings was inherited from Lorn, Skadi, and Scathach, and they were born strong. Although they were a little dangerous to the main gods with names, it was still easy for them to suppress the group of God Blood Heroes.
This is exactly what Loen intended, or rather, his selfish desire as a father:
The three children led three major knightly orders and went on an expedition to Jerusalem. The risk factor was always lower than participating in this war of gods with him and fighting against foreign gods.
For so many years, he has been running around, busy fighting foreign enemies and eliminating disasters. He didn't even care about the birth and growth of his three children. He is indeed not a qualified father.
At the moment, keeping them out of danger as much as possible is one of the few selfish desires of his as a father.
As for what comes next, don’t worry too much.
After all, children will grow up.
Moreover, before they left, the three fairy godmothers, Morgan, Morgause, and Vivian, and the two biological mothers, Skadi and Scathach, stuffed a lot of props on them.
In addition, the three major knightly orders have successively established Geis and sworn allegiance to the three newly appointed legion commanders.
With so many factors combined, even if the three of them suffered a crushing defeat, they would still be able to save their lives in a dangerous situation.
Okay, that’s enough of the heartwarming family drama in the prime time eight o’clock slot.
It's time to plan the next step.
Luo En burned the letter in his hand to ashes and slowly raised his head:
"Let's get started."
Inside the hall, the three Graces, the three Fates, the three sisters of the Lake Fairy, the three Norns, and other twelve goddesses of fate from four ages of gods: Greece, Rome, Celtic, and Nordic, came to the throne and half-knelt.
The shadows of countless gods, humans, and even monsters were lined up behind them like stars, interweaving a common destinies.
Loen raised his hand slightly, and pulled out a holy spear woven with pure white spiral light patterns from the magic array, and spoke solemnly:
"Declare: This battle is a battle for survival!"
"---admit!"
The lives of the five realms, sensing the crisis, responded in unison.
Talia, the leader of the three Graces, stood up and took the holy spear from Lorne's hand.
"This war is a fight against power"
"----admit!"
The weak roared, and the strong looked at each other and nodded.
Euphrosyne, the second of the three Graces, stepped forward and took the second holy spear from Lorne.
"This battle is not a war that betrays the way of God and humanity!"
"----admit!"
The gods and humans of the five great ages who once walked together won the respect of each other.
Aglaia, the third of the Three Graces, stepped forward and took the third holy spear from Lorne.
Three pure white rays of light intertwined, and three golden divinities blended together, forming the light of a common destiny.
"This battle is a battle for the pursuit of truth!"
"----admit!"
"This battle is a fair battle!"
"----admit!"
"This battle is a battle against evil!"
"----admit!"
Scholars sing, warriors roar, and heroes shout.
The three sons of destiny stepped forward together, each holding up a holy spear, and opened up the right path for the people behind them, looking for a way to salvation.
"This battle is a battle with the brave!"
"----admit!"
"This battle is not about swinging swords at innocent people!"
"----admit!"
"This battle is not fought for personal gain!"
"----admit!"
"This battle is to stop the war!"
"----admit!"
"This battle is a battle of noble honor!"
"----admit!!"
"This battle is the battle of salvation!"
"----admit!!!"
The sound of responses was getting louder and louder, almost shaking the stars in the sky down to earth.
The twelve goddesses of fate each held a holy spear engraved with the oath of God, and surrounded the throne, weaving a perfect circle, connecting the fate of the five great gods and billions of lives into an inseparable whole.
Luo En slowly stood up from the throne and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, you should already know my determination and my purpose."
Billions of figures nodded in unison, their expressions solemn.
"If anyone wants to quit, it's not too late. I respect your choice."
No one responded, they just stood there quietly.
After three quarters of an hour, no one wavered or went offline.
Luo En took a deep breath, and a hint of coldness gradually appeared on his face:
"Then, I command you: Offer your life, soul, divinity, and everything you have here to lay the foundation for my cause!"
"Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord of Hosts! King of Kings! God of Gods! Your glory will fill the whole earth, and the kingdoms of the earth will be the kingdoms of our Lord!"
The loud reply swept through the temple, catalyzing a common echo.
Like thunder, like a mountain collapsing.
There was only the thickness and firmness that penetrated the iron wall, without the slightest wavering.
This is because, whether it is Greece and Rome, or the Celts and Nordics, or even the newly joined Babylonians, almost every life group in the five great ages of gods has witnessed the mercy of this god with their own eyes, and has received the grace of this Heavenly Father.
If there is a panacea in the world that can save everything, then He is the only answer!
"The time has come to [wear the crown]. We will use our bodies to lay the foundation for [our Lord's] divine cause!"
At the same time, the twelve goddesses of fate shouted together, and without hesitation separated their bodies into pure spirit particles and divinity, and infused them into the holy spears in their hands.
The next moment, the twelve holy spears transformed into twelve [Towers of the End], re-anchoring and constructing the world with the internal divine laws and oaths. Twelve golden light bands then spiraled up, jointly guarding the Kabbalah Tree of Life as the axis.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The peculiarly rhythmic trembling was transmitted through the branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life to every corner of the five divine ages. More streams of light gushed out from the spiritual veins of different divine ages, forming branch-like light patterns that spread in all directions and spread throughout the entire void in a blink of an eye, expanding the influence of the Kabbalah Tree of Life by dozens of times.
Meanwhile, Greece.
The song-like and poetic hymn echoed in the starry sky:
“You were once the thunder lance of the sky, tearing the spine of the earth.
Cut off the turbulent flow of the Styx and throw the living into the dead water.
The flames of war were endless, setting fire to the graves on the mountains.
The tip of the spear pierced the sky, burning both day and night.
Those who are conquered will all suffer disaster, those who fight to the death will all receive glory, and those who are terrified and defeated will all become armored.
The punishment from heaven descends, and the flames of catastrophe rise high—
Stand fast to the guardianship of heaven and earth, thousands of nations will be at peace, and thousands of enemies will be defeated!
An indelible disaster has razed thousands of nations and reduced all enemies to ashes!
——Praise our Lord:
The greatest conqueror, the greatest defender;
The invincible god, the holy king of all battlefields, the king of poetry and wine;
The head of the army, the father of victory, the tyrant of glory, the thunder that splits the earth and shakes the sea, the eternal fire, the spear of nation-building, the guardian of Greece, the almighty Titan
-- Phanes!"
Along with the loud praises, the divine light behind Loen surged.
Next, Rome.
"I call upon Dionysus, the roaring god, shouting 'Aha!'
Double nature, dead and reborn, future king Bacchus,
Mysterious and wild, a pair of horns, two forms,
The pure and majestic god of joy, covered with ivy, shouts "Ahaha"!
You eat the sacrifices, you adorn yourself with grapes, you clothe yourself with leaves, you celebrate the Double Year,
Immortal king, immortal spirit,
Listen to me, kind God, gentle and perfect God!
Come to me with your retinue of joy!"
The gods laughed, drank, and praised. Behind Loen appeared the shadow of a shepherd wearing a grape crown and holding a holy grail and a Bible, making the aura of divinity even more powerful.
Second, Northern Europe.
"Heirs of the Nordics, death is not our end.
The wheel of fate is controlled by justice, and the dead world will be reborn in flames.
——Burning the enemy at the beginning, burning yourself at the end!
——After dusk, new buds will grow!
——The silver tongue of trickery, the giant god of fire, the master of stories.
Loki, please compose music for the world and rewrite the beginning of our destiny!"
A burning world tree appeared behind Loen, and his figure was wrapped in flames, becoming the light in the darkness.
Then, the Celtics.
"To the light, praise my king:
Conqueror of Rome, protector of the Celts.
Gwyn's successor, the Lord of Ashes.
The wise king of the druids, the red dragon of Wales!
You are the emperor of all the dead, and you alone bear the responsibility for all the destruction in this world.
You are the monarch of all living beings, and you will create eternal glory for us!"
Along with passionate singing, wisps of golden-green light full of vigorous vitality overflowed from the bodies of the Celtic gods and gathered into Lorne's body, forming the phantoms of a red dragon and flames.
Finally, the familiar inscription also appeared in the minds of the Babylonian gods at the same time.
They were inspired, and under the leadership of the goddess Tiamat, they all chanted the ancient song representing the beginning of civilization.
"The sky is so high that it has no name.
The thick earth is so low that it has not yet been given a name.
At first there was the void, which was where it came from.
The mother of Mo and the ink are all due to reproduction.
The great immersion is one, mixed and harmonious.
There is no weft or bamboo to build a hut, and no swamp is to be seen.
At that time, all the gods were invisible and formless..."
Under the resonance of the ancient ballads, the clay tablet engraved with cuneiform script turned into a seal and hung around Loen's waist.
This is King of War, Kingu, the ancestor of mankind, the son and husband of the mother goddess Tiamat, and the hope and ruler of the Babylonian Age of Gods...
With the joint praise and chanting of the five great gods of the Age of Gods, Loen's aura continued to rise.
The Kabbalah Tree of Life, the sacred tree that connects the five ages of gods, is also growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Soon, it rushed out of the edge of the continent, tearing through the waves of the Sea of Chaos, and continued to spread in all directions.
The outstretched branches, with their lush greenery and vitality, embody all beautiful visions.
Within the pure white light, water flows gently, the soil is fertile, and the ground is full of mana food.
This is the paradise sought after by all, and it is also the palace where the gods reside.
Boom boom...
As the Kabbalah Tree of Life expanded, the chaotic waves on the sea surged violently, and all you could see was a pure white ocean.
"Holy! Holy! Holy!"
The hymns became more ethereal and louder, and the paradise between reality and illusion in the Kabbalah Tree of Life descended from the deep starry sky and merged with the turbulent reality.
Looking around, the world is pure white, showing clean and flawless perfection.
Countless golden streams of light born of divinity and faith, like billions of golden rivers, converge towards the top of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, to forge a coronation crown for the king they all respect and the father they all trust.
Boom!
As if sensing that something unusual was happening, the gods' ages of Persia, Canaan, Egypt, West Africa, India and other places were shaken continuously. The sky was torn apart, the sun and the moon dimmed, and the light of the stars was gradually swallowed up by the chaotic waves in the void, and the world could no longer distinguish between day and night.
What’s worse is that the divinity and divine authority of the gods seem to have been severely suppressed and constantly stripped away.
If they remain indifferent, they will be absorbed by this thing as nutrients.
The Great Ming Lord Zalwan, the Primordial Water Nun, the Earth Mother Goddess Enzambi, and the Beast Lord Shiva all opened their eyes at the same time and looked towards the Kabbalah Tree of Life that appeared on the Sea of Chaos.
The next moment, a terrible answer popped up in their minds at the same time.
——All things return to one! Divine unity!
——Someone is absorbing the divinity and power of all the gods in the Five Ages of Gods, and building a ladder for himself to ascend to the [God]!
Why?
Why didn’t the gods of that world resist?
Why do they even offer up their divinity and authority?
How is this possible!
Doubt, astonishment, bewilderment, and shock filled the minds of the four gods of origin and a group of god kings and main gods, leaving them puzzled.
But soon, they reacted.
No, now is not the time to dwell on this issue.
Stop him! This ritual must be stopped!
At all costs!
Otherwise, once that guy completes his divine integration, no one will be able to defeat him alone!
Almost instantly, Zalwan, Noon, Nzambi and Shiva came to a common conclusion.
They rushed out of the temple at the same time, summoned all the gods under their command, and rushed towards the kingdom of God nurtured in the light.
When the last god in the world entered, the Tower of the End formed by the twelve holy spears vibrated in unison, divine light patterns filled the sky, and the gate of [Heaven] slammed shut.
The gods from different camps thus stepped onto the common battlefield.
At the same time, the Ares Hill in Athens, the Pantheon in Rome, the Holy City of Camelot, and the Nordic Heath Island all began to operate and issued a common oracle:
--attack!
It was several days later when the five great gods of Persia, Egypt, West Africa, Canaan, and India received the news, and they hastily organized their armies to fight.
The war for mankind has begun!
(End of this chapter)
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