Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 665: The Shame of the Minotaur and the Blame-Sharing Conference
Tens of breaths later.

Zalwan's hair and beard were burnt black, and Shiva's chest was bloody.

And Loen fluttered the two light-like wings left behind him, spat out a mouthful of golden blood foam, looked at the [Source] in his hand, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Although his opponent was not weak, he still seemed to be more skilled.

However, as a price to pay, his injuries and consumption were heavier than the two in front of him.

"Don't be complacent too soon, the one who laughs last is the winner!"

Zarwan snorted coldly with a gloomy face, and shot a ball of flame in his hand towards the vast sea of ​​chaos.

Suddenly, a corrupt, dark, and cold divine aura rose into the sky, tearing the rolling sea of ​​chaos apart by billions of miles, demonstrating the great power of the creation level.
--origin!
They are the two creator gods from Egypt and West Africa! They came back so quickly?
Luo En's eyes darkened and he felt a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Worse!

Just as he thought, the chaos wave caused by the two origin divine powers had not yet spread to the native land of the Canaanite God Age, and it happened to run into Tiamat and her group who had just left the Babylonian God Age.

“Aaaa!”

Tiamat uttered a high-pitched chant, and the emerald wings behind her vibrated vigorously, with the texture of each feather flowing with the brilliant light of life. Wherever the light reached, the space where the two waves of chaos were located shattered like glass. The [Ark of Life] between her claws, the Garden of Eden, which carried all the survivors of Babylon, was successfully preserved.

However, this move also attracted the attention of the two origin gods.

"There are still some fish that slipped through the net!"

With a gloomy sneer, a goddess with a graceful figure and chocolate skin stood up from the skeletal throne.

At her feet, a giant snake that stretched for thousands of miles swam in the chaotic sea water. The snake's body was like the flowing dark night, covered with yellow and black scales. Each scale was etched with ancient curse runes, shining with a cold bronze light in the darkness, and the scales made a hissing sound like metal friction when they opened and closed. Its head was comparable to a mountain. Although it had no eyes or ears, there was a lava-like scarlet vertical pupil on its forehead, and a big mouth full of ring-shaped serrations, which looked like a lamprey magnified thousands of times, making people afraid.

——Apophis, the world-destroying snake!
Tiamat's heart sank as she recalled what her beloved son had told her.

This is a terrible monster that brings destruction and death in Egyptian mythology. It is also a great snake god in West African mythology that controls the souls of the dead and brings people back to life.

Among the two great ages of gods, the only one who could make this top-level god and monster bow down to him was probably N'Zambi, the West African goddess of the earth who was also the embodiment of death and life.

At this moment, Nzambi, who had locked onto the target, had already launched an attack.

A dark shadow of death surged and spread in the chaotic sea, and countless rotten arms stretched out from it, grabbing Tiamat in front of them. When the tips of the withered bones touched the life force field around Tiamat, piercing screams erupted all around, as if millions of dead souls were wailing in the burning.

Tiamat herself was not afraid of this level of temptation, but the small world bubble in her claws that contained the Garden of Eden was violently shaken by the impact of the two origin divine powers.

Tiamat had no choice but to release Eden from her claws and push it behind her.

However, the Hades serpent Apophis smelled a living creature among them, and his hunting instinct was immediately aroused.

It raised its head excitedly and swam forward, its huge shadow covering the sky, its scales reflecting the afterimages of the swallowed stars. The three pairs of twisted bone spurs on the snake's neck expanded and contracted with its breathing, and the sulfurous smoke condensed into ghost tentacles. Where it was entangled, time and space were distorted, and matter disintegrated into primitive chaos. The gushing poisonous mist etched out the phantom of a wailing skeleton, exuding pure malice towards life.

Fortunately, before the monster approached the floating Garden of Eden, a whirlpool with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers formed in the chaotic sea water. Another monster with a head shaped like a hybrid of a dragon and a whale and a body like a giant snake rushed out of the deep sea. Seven rows of spiral sharp teeth bit Apophis' throat fiercely, and the corrosive dark green mucus flowing between the teeth was madly injected into the body of this world-destroying snake.

This is one of the three doomsday beasts created by the combined creative power of Lorne and Tiamat - the deep-sea giant snake Leviathan.

It possesses divine power and status that are no less than Apophis, so it can naturally stop this world-destroying snake.

But, this is only temporary.

Because there are more opponents than just the two in front of us.

A floating warship tore through the pervasive Chaos Mist and came behind Tiamat.

The ship shone with a black-gold light, as if it was made of meteorite iron and star fragments. The prow was inlaid with a jade relief of the Eye of Horus, which burst into blue phosphorescence in the dimness. The twelve obsidian sails moved without wind, and the afterimage of the swallowed sun appeared on the sails. Every time they flapped, golden embers like stardust were scattered. Twenty-four ebony statues were lined up on the deck, holding scales and snake staffs, and the light of judgment like molten gold flowed in their empty eye sockets.

An Egyptian god with a dark blue complexion and holding a pharaoh's scepter stood at the bow of the ship.

Behind him, a pair of monsters with wings on their backs and the bodies of sphinxes were lying on the deck and humming.

The lion's body was covered with copper-colored crystal scales, and each gap between the scales was oozing with golden-red light like magma. The mane was not hair, but countless solidified thorns of lava, which would emit tiny sparks as it rose and fell with breathing. The head was a pharaoh-like majestic human face, one male and one female. The corners of their mouths were torn to the roots of their ears, revealing obsidian fangs, and the saliva dripping from the tips of their teeth eroded boiling pits on the ship's planks. A pair of gemstone eyes stared at the Garden of Eden floating on the sea, revealing a cruel and excited look.

——Nun, the primordial water!
——And the hot sand sphinx born from the Egyptian theocracy and monarchy!
Looking at the two enemy armies attacking from the front and back, Tiamat's heart began to pound.

Even if the remaining two doomsday beasts, Behemoth and Sira, could hold back the two hot sand sphinxes under Nun, the Babylonian gods in the Garden of Eden would still have the strength to fight, but it would be of no avail in the end.

The fact that the origin gods of the two great ages of gods, Egypt and West Africa, appeared here proves that the two great tribes of gods under their command are also on their way back for support.

The longer it took, the less likely it was that she and the Babylonian gods would escape.

Moreover, in the Age of Canaanite Gods, there were still two forces, India and Persia, that remained unmoved.

Once surrounded from all sides, she won't be able to escape even if she has wings.

"How dare you be distracted on the battlefield? Are you underestimating me?"

Accompanied by a cold snort

Enzabi in front raised his right hand, with the curse thread wrapped around his fingertips. The surging sea water turned into the skeleton of a giant beast, opening its mouth to bite Tiamat.

As goddesses who both control life and death, she also wants to test who is stronger.

At this moment, Tiamat sensed the approaching danger and immediately activated her power. Her cross-shaped pupils shot out two colorful light bands, which hit the giant beast's skeleton.

The skeleton exploded with a loud bang, but reassembled in the next second, turning into pale bones that shot out.

Tiamat subconsciously spread her wings to protect herself.

Bone spikes pierced into the emerald light curtain, forming twisted black runes that exuded the smell of decay and death.

Tiamat's pupils shrank, and she flapped her wings violently. The barrier in front of her automatically broke apart, and the twisted runes were burned and fell off by the bursting divinity of life.

But that moment of delay allowed Nzambi to approach. She stepped on the shield made of bones, holding a cursed blade stained with the curse of death, and engaged in a close-range power confrontation with Tiamat.

Having abandoned the Babylonian Age of Gods, which served as its foundation, and with the fusion of the world's essence having suffered severe loss, Tiamat was overwhelmed when faced with N'Zambi in full strength and could only take care of herself.

At this time, Nun, the primordial water in the back, slowly raised the Pharaoh's scepter in his hand and pointed the tip at the Ark of Eden floating on the sea.

Feeling the shadow of death approaching, the creatures living in the Garden of Eden could not help but feel their hair stand on end. They instinctively called out in their hearts the name that had brought change to Babylon, hoping that a miracle would happen again.

~~
Canaanite Age of Gods.

Prayers came into Loen's mind, reflecting the dangerous situation on the Sea of ​​Chaos.

Must go!

As soon as Luo En's mind moved, his body immediately turned into a stream of light, ready to go for support.

"Want to leave? Stay!"

With a cold snort, Shiva opened the third eye on his forehead and shot out a ray of destructive light, stopping Loen.

At the same time, Zarwan on the other side raised the golden scimitar in his hand and slashed forward with several arcs of light.

Loen wielded the flaming sword and blocked the attacks that contained the power of time and space, but he himself was forced back to his original position.

Zarwan raised his eyes and looked at the two battlefields inside and outside that he had completely occupied, with a hint of pride on his face:
"I told you there's no way to escape!"

After painstakingly planning for so long, even arranging two other reinforcements in place to ensure that everything would go perfectly well, and even sacrificing one of his own gods of origin, he finally made it to the time to close the net.

Now, everything is under control!
Looking at Zalwan who was confident and complacent, Loen suddenly smiled playfully, spread out his palm, revealing the damaged World Essence in his hand, and asked playfully:

"Want it?"

"?"

Just when Zarwan was a little confused, he saw Loen raise his hand and throw the world source essence into the vast sea of ​​chaos.

The brilliant light of creation gushed out from the cracks in the world's source, illuminating billions of miles of chaos and instantly attracting the attention of Nun, the primordial water, and Enzambi, the mother goddess of the earth.

Seeing that the precious World Source had fallen on the sea not far away, Nun and Nzambi turned into streams of light at the same time and headed straight for the area that was within reach.

The sudden change made Zalwan's confidence freeze on his face:

"You...!" "It will be too late if you don't go now."

Lorne pointed to the sea and gave a "kind" reminder.

Zalwan wanted to open his mouth, but Shiva beside him had already transformed into a red flame and headed straight for the sea.

What a bunch of idiots!
Zarwan cursed inwardly, but he had no choice but to give up on pestering Loen and rush to a new battlefield.

He can still suppress the single god of origin.

If someone controls two world source essences, the position of the leader may have to be changed.

He couldn't afford to take the risk of this situation.

Seeing that the four hostile gods of origin were successfully seduced away, Loen also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just like what I thought.

Zalwan and Shiva had not shown up to help Baal before, and they might have been thinking of killing someone with a borrowed knife and seizing the essence of the Canaan world.

This so-called alliance of gods is not really unbreakable.

As long as the benefits are sufficient, they can also turn against each other.

Perhaps, this is also the Achilles' heel of the First Persian Empire.

Lorne's eyes flickered as he activated a resonance spell and commanded Tiamat and her group:
"Let's go now!"

In the Garden of Eden, all the surviving lives looked up at the chaotic sea in the distance.

At this moment, the four origin-level gods fought each other like hyenas fighting for food, completely losing their previous arrogance and composure.

The treasure that caused the gods to fight for it was the [World Source] thrown by Loen.

They abandoned the entire Age of Gods in Babylon and the world essence that they had already obtained, just to open up a way of survival for these tiny and humble lives.

At this moment, everyone looked up at the figure with twelve wings in the sky above the Age of Canaan.
They bowed their heads in reverence to their God, their Father:

"Yes, Father God!"

Tiamat hummed softly, grabbed the Ark of Life, and flew off in a certain direction with its wings flapping.

Loen flapped the twelve pairs of light-like wings behind him and half followed behind.

In order to prevent Zalwan, Shiva, Noon and Nzambi from ending their battle too early and chasing after them together, he also needed to keep some distance and cover their retreat.

Fortunately, the journey was smooth.

After traveling on the Sea of ​​Chaos for about a day, a pitch-black fleet gleaming with metallic luster emerged from the thick fog.

Seeing two familiar figures on the deck, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, here it comes...

Twelve pairs of blazing white wings disintegrated and the figure as bright as fire fell towards the sea.

~~
Canaan God Age, Mount Zafon.

Four groups of gods from Egypt, West Africa, Persia and India gathered in the rebuilt temple on the top of the mountain.

The Great Ming Zalwan sat on the highest bronze throne, with Shiva, the God of Destruction, standing on one side, while Enzambi, the Mother Goddess, and Nun, the Primordial Water, stood on both sides of the steps, lowering their heads reluctantly.

The outcome of that battle of gods at sea was obvious.

With the help of Shiva, the great Ming Zarwan successfully had the last laugh. He mastered two world sources by himself and completely secured his position as the leader.

India and Persia are of the same origin. After Shiva realized that his chances of winning were not high, he decisively sided with Zalwan.

Anyway, he doesn't care who is the boss, as long as there is someone who makes him feel good in fighting.

After a period of oppressive silence, Nzambi couldn't help but speak first:
"Didn't we agree to attack Babylon together after we meet? Why did you open the ban in advance and let the meat fly away?"

The West African goddess of the earth had a gloomy expression and her tone was questioning, and she was obviously taking the opportunity to vent her dissatisfaction.

Likewise, Nun, the Egyptian god of origin, raised his head and spoke quietly:
"I remember you promised that Babylon has three copies of [World Essence], which is more strategically valuable than the God Era we attacked. As long as we work together to conquer this place, our gains will far outweigh our costs. How come in the end, three became one? And it's our own?"

"The plan was going well, but something went wrong on Iler's side."

Zalwan sighed and explained with some regret,
"He clashed with Baal and wanted to abolish this heir. As a result, Baal was forced into a corner and joined forces with his sister Anat to kill his father and seize the world essence of Canaan."

"A god of origin actually died in bed, and he couldn't even save his own life. What a waste!"

Shiva couldn't help but snort coldly, with a mixture of contempt and arrogance on his face.

According to Indian mythology, at the beginning of the universe, Vishnu, the guardian god, and Brahma, the creator god, argued about whose divine power was more powerful, so they found a pillar in the sky. The two sides parted ways, each looking for the starting point and end point of the pillar, and agreed that whoever arrived first would be the most powerful India.

Vishnu was responsible for finding the end point, and he turned into a wild boar, digging downwards continuously; while Brahma was responsible for finding the starting point, and he turned into a swan, flying upwards. But after searching for a long time, both parties still could not find the target, so they could only kneel down in front of the pillar and admit that this pillar was greater.

In fact, this pillar is Shiva’s linga.

That is, a symbol of masculinity.

As a male god born from fertility worship, he possesses unparalleled masculine abilities. When he makes love with his wife, he can last for 100 years at a time. The flowing essence of life gave birth to the entire Indian civilization.

Shiva naturally despised Ile, a loser who could not satisfy his wife and was ejaculated in bed.

At this moment, after hearing the whole story, the expressions on Nzambi and Noon's faces twitched a little.

Being cut off by one's own daughter is a very shameful way to die.

"Iler is dead, there is no point in pursuing the matter further."

Zalwan's eyes flickered as he sat on the throne, and a deep gloom appeared on his face:
"It is these Canaanite gods who betrayed their own people and killed their fathers without any regard for the overall situation. Their crimes are simply unforgivable!"

The gods nodded in unison, a sinister look in their eyes.

When a plan fails, someone has to take the blame.

These rubbish snacks in Canaan are just the right size and length.

Zalwan thought for a moment, then smiled at Nunn and Nzambi in the audience:

"They are no longer qualified to live on this land. I have decided to send these rubbish to Egypt and West Africa and hand them over to you two as slaves to redeem their sins. The entire Canaan Age of Gods will also be divided equally between you two. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Nunn and Nzambi's eyes lit up and the gloom on their faces faded slightly.

Although he failed to obtain the big prize of world essence, expanding the territory and obtaining slaves can be considered another kind of compensation.

As for the Babylonian Age of the Gods on the other side, it is now an empty shell due to lack of source essence and all living things have evacuated.

Persia took the initiative to abandon the more compatible Canaan and chose the useless Babylon, which was enough to prove the sincerity of its alliance.

With this in mind, Noon and Nzambi became less resistant to Zalwan taking power.

~~
A few days later, a large number of prisoners with wooden shackles around their necks and chains on their hands and feet, driven by dog-headed gods, boarded warships bound for Egypt and West Africa.

The sound of sobbing came from the team, including humans and gods.

From now on, they will be away from this homeland, become slaves of foreign races, and face a tragic fate.

Damn Ile, the incompetent bull!
Damn Baal, you idiot who is only fit to eat shit!
Curse you to hell!
The gods and humans of Canaan cursed the culprit who caused all this in their hearts, like wild dogs that had suffered injustice.

Among the marching team, a young man who was easily overlooked raised his head and looked towards the sea in the southwest.

Those amber eyes sparkled with a certain enchanting charm.

(End of this chapter)