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Chapter 664 The family must be neat and tidy
In the Storm Temple.

A strong smell of blood filled the air; a tragic parricide was taking place.

Baal bent the five fingers of his right hand into a claw shape, and with a grim smile, he pierced Iler's flesh and bones, and reached into the old father's chest to search for a while.

"puff!"

Golden divine blood splattered, and a luminous object composed of countless Canaanite divine characters was pulled out by him.

Found it, Canaan's [Source]!
Baal raised the luminous object in his hand high up, and a ferocious and excited smile appeared on his bloodstained face.
Rumble!
At this moment, groups of thunderstorms gathered madly above Mount Saffron. Purple-red lightning pillars as thick as buckets kept striking downwards, bringing a sense of doomsday that turned the world upside down, as if heralding the fall of the old gods and the rise of the new gods.

As if sensing this ominous force, the seas of Canaan and the underworld shook violently, the sea surface was covered with huge waves, and the earth was cracked into gullies.

Humph, don't be impatient.

As soon as I absorb this source essence, I will send you to reunite with your father!

Baal opened his mouth with a grim smile, ready to swallow the world source into his stomach.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, he couldn't help but shiver, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Whoosh!
At the same time, a blazing white meteorite with a long flame tail cut through the dark sky and fell straight towards Mount Saffron.

"boom!"

With a roar that shook the earth, the Storm Temple on the top of Mount Saffron collapsed instantly as if it had been hit by a giant axe falling from the sky.

Anat vomited a mouthful of golden blood in embarrassment, stood up shakily from the ruins, and looked around.

Under the dense smoke and dust, an uninvited guest stood elegantly.

White feathers of light fell from his body, like gems falling into the mortal world.

It's him!

That Kingo! A monster that can fight against two origin gods on his own!

Anat's pupils contracted sharply, and she felt an instinctive fear in her heart.

But before she could calm down, as the smoke and dust cleared, she saw a scene that frightened and distressed her:

Her brother and lover, Baal, was kneeling on one knee in a deep pit. His originally handsome face was distorted by extreme pain. One of his arms was missing, and golden divine blood was flowing out from the broken arm.

Unfortunately, it’s the left arm…

Loen looked at the arm in his hand and threw it at his feet with regret.

The power of [Fire] was activated, and blazing white flames rose from all around, burning the arm to ashes.

At this moment, Baal in the deep pit raised his right hand, which he had tried hard to preserve, and stabbed it into his chest fiercely.

Bones and flesh were torn apart, and blood splattered everywhere.

But at the same time, he successfully stuffed the world source essence representing the origin of the Canaan God Era into his body.

There is not even a chance of winning for a mere God King against this monster from Babylon.

Only by absorbing the world source taken from the father god El and stepping into the origin, he would be qualified to fight with the opponent and then survive.

A powerful divine power of origin immediately burst out from Baal's body, causing the flesh and blood of his broken arm to regenerate quickly, and his aura also rose steadily.

Want to force your way into the origin?
Loen's eyes focused, and the twelve pairs of light-like wings behind him spread out. Each feather burst out with a supernova-like flare, instantly shattering the thunderclouds in the sky.

At the same time, the unsealed flaming sword Levadin fell into his hands.

The powerful divine power of origin was injected into the sword. Wherever the sword passed, the clouds scattered like broken cotton wool, and the space was left with burning marks like fragile parchment.

Seeing the fire of judgment that could burn everything falling from the sky, Baal's ghost, smelling the breath of death, could not help but shout loudly:
"Anat, help me!"

The incident happened suddenly, and at the moment only his sister and lover Anat could hold back the opponent for her and buy some time to fuse the source essence.

And Anat did not disappoint her brother.

Even when faced with an insurmountable gap, the Canaanite goddess of war did not flinch. She wore lava armor, with seven bloodthirsty swords spinning behind her like a halo of death. She gathered all her divine power and launched a fierce attack forward.

The blood and flames collided with each other, and as soon as they came into contact, they instantly ignited the entire sea of ​​clouds above the Storm Temple, and traces of broken mirrors appeared in the space.
But after a breath of time, the blood evaporated completely, and there was no way to stop the advance of the flames and the fall of the sword.

After taking a look at his brother behind him, Anat gritted his teeth and looked ferocious.

She raised her hand and pierced her chest, digging out a crystal that was a strange scarlet color and contained powerful divine power.

Divine core?

Luo En's pupils shrank, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

At the same time, Anat suddenly clenched his five fingers, crushed his own divine core in his palm into powder, and his body exploded.

Divinity gushed out and divine blood splattered.

Thousands of fighting goddesses holding bronze swords and shields were born from it. They piled up like human ladders to form a tower of flesh and blood that reached the sky, protecting Baal firmly inside.

It's amazing that she can do this for her lover.

There was a hint of admiration in Loen's eyes, and the power of the flaming magic sword in his hand had reached its peak.

Admiration is to pay tribute to bravery!
Taking action is to attack the enemy!
The two are not in conflict.

Because the enemy's hero is my enemy.

The highest respect for these enemies is to kill them all!
The twelve pairs of light-like wings behind Loen vibrated forward, and along with the advancement of the sword light, a blazing white rain of fire composed of countless light-like feathers fell. The burned Canaanite battle goddesses screamed and melted into golden inscriptions.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The tower of flesh and blood shattered layer by layer, and the divine fire generated by the friction decomposed the divine power and divinity that Anat had integrated into it inch by inch.

Finally, in the glass-like crater, there was a half-broken rune sword and a dull bronze arm.

Seeing his sister die for him, Baal's eyes were bloodshot and he let out a hysterical roar:

"Asshole, I'm going to kill you!"

Countless lightning bolts fell from the clouds and poured into Baal's body like a flowing river.

The bronze body of the god suddenly grew several feet taller, and bull horns grew on his head, symbolizing the power of the Canaanite gods and kings. Ancient runes danced on his skin. When his long hair, which had turned into bull mane, swung, tens of thousands of lightning snakes sprang out from the ends of his hair, weaving into an electric net covering the entire battlefield between the clouds.

"Want it? Come get it!"

Loen pointed to his own head and swung his sword to meet the enemy without any hesitation.

The sky was torn apart, thunder and holy light intertwined. Lorne carried twelve pairs of light-like wings and held a burning sword of judgment. Wherever the sword passed, the laws were reconstructed and the void collapsed. Baal stepped on the storm, his horns were wrapped with lightning, and every breath he took brought about a hurricane of destruction, and the earth collapsed into a lava abyss under his feet.

After several rounds of fighting, Baal was hit by a cross of flames and fell on the top of Mount Zaphon like a meteor.

Although this Canaanite prince succeeded in usurping the throne and entered the realm of the God of Origin, the time was too short and everything was just a result of forcing things to happen. In a head-on confrontation, Baal was obviously no match for Loen.

Damn, isn't it here yet?

Baal in the deep pit cursed inwardly and looked repeatedly at the two areas below the mountain.

That was the territory allocated to the Indian and Persian gods for temporary residence, and the two origin-level allies, the Great Ming Lord Zalwan and the God of Destruction Shiva, were among them.

Since he had fought with Loen before, he knew that he could not fight this monster from Babylon by himself.

Therefore, he risked self-destruction and forcibly merged Canaan's world essence in order to delay time and wait for Zalwan and Shiva's support.

However, his opponent was stronger than he expected, and he was defeated faster than he expected.

Watching the blazing white flames falling from the sky again, Bali's pupils shrank sharply.

Without caring about the backlash of the world's essence on his body, he immediately activated his little-known power of "abundance", and his flesh and blood turned into thousands of wheat ears, forming a golden wheat wave.

The blazing white holy flame descended, and the wheat fields burned violently.

The husk burst open, and thousands of demons were born from it.

Loen flapped his wings, and a torrent of blazing white light poured down like the Milky Way, sweeping away thousands of newly born demons.

But, there will always be some that slip through the net.

A golden grain of wheat fell to the foot of the mountain and trembled slightly. Baal used this as a medium to break out of his shell and be born.

However, after suffering several rounds of devastating blows in succession, the Canaanite prince who forcibly broke through to the origin was already at the end of his strength.

Light-like cracks formed from the inside out, with lightning and storms constantly surging in it, as if to tear him into millions of pieces.

With every step down the mountain, my body felt as if it were being cut by a thousand knives.

Not far away, just ahead!

Looking at the two temples standing in the valley, Baal's eyes gleamed with hope.

However, just as he took a step, a cross spear of light fell from the sky and pierced through his divine core at lightning speed, nailing him firmly to the ground.

Feeling the life force in his body slipping away and looking at the twelve-winged figure falling straight down from the sky, Baal became furious and a hideous look appeared on his face.

At the same time, Loen quickly retracted his wings as if he had sensed something, and his falling body stopped in mid-air, and hundreds of protective spells formed in front of him.

"Boom!"

A violent thunderstorm exploded, and clouds scattered across the sky.

One of the three divine light pillars that originally sealed the Babylonian Age of Gods was instantly shattered and extinguished.

The dim sky of Babylon gradually brightened, and a long-lost ray of golden sunlight sprinkled on the earth.

At this moment, the gods gathered in the Garden of Eden sensed the changes in the outside world and couldn't help but cheer.

"Success! Mother Goddess, let's rush over to help! Let's kill all those guys together!"

Ishtar, the Babylonian goddess of war, had her eyes sparkling with excitement, and she couldn't wait to blow the horn of counterattack.

However, Tiamat in the crowd shook her head and ordered:
"No! Open the Seven Gates of Hades and let all living beings in the Age of Babylonian Gods enter the Garden of Eden at the bottom. I will take you away from here as soon as possible!"

"Why? Hasn't the plan been successful? We have the advantage now." Ai Lei asked with some confusion.

"It's only temporary. Even if Jingu has gained some advantages for us, it's still difficult to completely close the gap between the two sides. If we want to beat them, it won't be something we can do in a short time."

Tiamat paused, then added seriously:

"But according to Jingu's speculation, the reinforcements called by Zalwan and Shiva are probably on their way back. We spent a lot of time to stir up the internal strife among the Canaanites, and no one knows where the enemy's reinforcements have arrived. If we continue to stay here, we will be in danger if we are held back by the enemy. Therefore, while the Canaanites are in chaos, Jingu has opened a passage for us and attracted the attention of the three major tribes in front. We must evacuate as soon as possible!"

"Retreat? If we leave, what will happen to Babylon?" Ishtar shouted reluctantly.

"How about you take me to try it once? Maybe it will succeed!" Ai Lei looked at the plants and trees in front of her, and was also reluctant to leave.

Siduri looked at Tiamat and spoke more gently:

"Mother Goddess, you finally ended your wandering and returned to Babylon. It would be a pity to abandon you like this."

Tiamat shook her head, her eyes firm:
"Land is just a dead thing. If you lose it, you can take it back. But you only have one life! To Jingu, and to me, you are more important than anything else!"

Feeling the love of a mother in those words, the gods and humans gathered in the underworld were shocked. They suppressed their attachment to and reluctance to their homeland and chose to enter the Garden of Eden.

As the last figure disappeared into the light curtain, Tiamat took a deep breath and transformed into a giant dragon hundreds of feet long.

The emerald green claws dug into the soil, and the divine power of [Anti-Genesis] was activated.

The Garden of Eden, which carried the entire Babylon, separated from the main body of the Babylonian Age of Gods like a ripe fruit and fell into the hands of Tiamat.

The time to set sail has come, I hope the journey ahead will be smooth.

Tiamat muttered secretly in her heart, spread her emerald green wings, and floated towards the foggy Sea of ​​Chaos.

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At the same time, Canaan God Age.

The originally towering Mount Saffron turned into a deep pit, and a luminous body composed of countless Canaanite divine patterns was quietly suspended at the bottom of the pit.

Its surface is covered with shiny cracks, giving it a fragile feeling that could break at the slightest touch.

This was of course the work of the previous owner, Baal.

The Canaanite prince's desperate attempt before his death caused severe damage to the world source of the Canaanite Age of Gods.

Loen stood at the edge of the deep pit, looking at the suspended world source, his eyes flickering:

Stir up the father-son relationship between Baal and El, arouse the rebellious heart of this Canaanite prince, and then use this civil strife to tear open the blockade of Babylon by the three great gods, and take the opportunity to weaken Canaan and seize the world source.

Although it is a little damaged, this piece of world source is still the cornerstone of the Age of Gods.

As long as he holds it in his own hands, he will have an important bargaining chip and be one step closer to becoming a god.

According to the plan, this was the last step of his trip.

It’s a pity that due to too many variables, the ending was not perfect.

Loen raised his head and looked at the two figures that appeared on the other side of the deep pit.

——The Great Ming Zarwan, the God of Destruction Shiva!

After all this delay, the two Origin-level opponents finally arrived.

The three gods of origin looked at each other, and rushed towards the flickering world source in the deep pit at the same time.

(End of this chapter)