Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 688 Offering a Heart to Lao Luo!
Several days later, in the Garden of Eden, at the Great Temple.

Lorne looked at the two letters in his hand, one from his son Connor and the other from his daughter Uhazar, and nodded in satisfaction.

As planned, they traveled to Ireland and, using the token given to them by Morgan, awakened the Fiona Knights and the Red Branch Knights, who were slumbering in the underground wonderland of Dublin.

Upon learning of a major crisis facing Ireland and the entire Celtic Age, the heroes, united in their hatred of the enemy, expressed their willingness to follow the new Celtic gods represented by Connor and Uhazar and fight for their homeland.

However, this is contingent on the two of them being able to win them over.

Unsurprisingly, Connor became the new Supreme King served by the Fiona Knights, while Uhazar became the Queen who led the Red Branch Knights.

After all, the siblings inherited their bloodline from Lorne, Skadi, and Scáthach, making them inherently powerful. While they might pose a threat to the established gods, suppressing the group of heroes with divine bloodlines would be a piece of cake.

This was precisely Lorne's plan, or rather, his selfish desire as a father:

The three children leading the three knightly orders on an expedition to Jerusalem were far less dangerous than participating in this divine war with him and fighting against the gods of another land.

Over the years, he has been busy fighting against foreign enemies and eliminating disasters, and he has not paid much attention to the birth and growth of his three children. As a father, he is indeed not very qualified.

Right now, getting them out of danger as much as possible is one of the few selfish things he, as a father, can do.

As for what happens next, there's no need to worry about it too much.

After all, children will always grow up.

Moreover, before they left, the three fairy godmothers Morgan, Morgoth, and Vivian, and the two biological mothers Skadi and Scáthach, stuffed plenty of props into their clothes.

In addition, the three major knightly orders have successively established Geis, swearing allegiance to the three newly appointed legion commanders.

With so many factors combined, even if the three of them suffer a crushing defeat, they will still be able to save their lives in dangerous situations.

Alright, let's end this family-friendly drama in prime-time slots.

It's time to move on to the next step of the plan.

Lorne burned the letter in his hand to ashes and slowly raised his head:
"let's start."

Inside the main hall, twelve goddesses of fate from four pantheons—Greece, Rome, Celt, and Norse—including the Three Graces, the Three Fates, the Three Lake Nymphs, and the Three Norse goddesses, came to the throne and knelt on one knee.

Countless phantoms of gods, humans, and even magical beasts lined up behind them like stars, weaving together a shared destiny.

Lorne slightly raised his hand, drawing a holy lance woven from pure white spiral patterns from the magic circle, and solemnly spoke:
"Declare: This battle is for survival!"

"---admit!"

Sensing the crisis, the beings of the five realms responded in unison.

Talia, the leader of the Three Graces, rose and stepped forward, taking the holy lance from Lorne's hands.

"This battle is a battle against tyranny."

"----admit!"

The weak roar in anger, while the strong nod and look at each other.

Euphrodite, the second of the Three Graces, stepped forward and took the second Holy Lance from Lorne.

"This battle is not a battle that deviates from the way of God and humanity!"

"----admit!"

The five great gods and humans who once walked side by side earned each other's respect.

Aglaia, the third of the Three Graces, stepped forward and took the third Holy Lance from Lorne.

Three beams of pure white light intertwined, and three beams of golden divinity merged, weaving together a shared destiny.

"This battle is a battle in pursuit of truth!"

"----admit!"

"This battle is a battle of fairness!"

"----admit!"

"This battle is a war to punish evil!"

"----admit!"

Scholars sang, warriors roared, and heroes shouted.

The three Destinies stepped forward together, each taking up a holy spear, to pave the right path for the masses behind them and find a way to salvation.

"This battle is a battle fought alongside the brave!"

"----admit!"

"This battle is not a battle to wield swords against the innocent!"

"----admit!"

"This battle is not fought for personal gain!"

"----admit!"

"This battle is a battle to end hostilities!"

"----admit!"

"This battle is a battle of noble honor!"

"----admit!!"

"This battle is a battle for salvation!"

"----admit!!!"

The responses came in waves, almost shaking the stars in the sky to their deaths.

The twelve goddesses of fate, each holding a holy spear inscribed with a divine oath, surrounded the throne, weaving a perfect circle that linked the destinies of the five great divine ages and countless beings into an inseparable whole.

Lorne slowly rose from his throne and said in a deep voice:

"Gentlemen, you should already know my determination and my purpose."

Millions of figures nodded in unison, their expressions solemn.

"If anyone wants to withdraw, it's not too late, and I respect your choice."

No one responded; they simply stood there silently.

Three-quarters of an hour later, no one wavered or went offline.

Lorne took a deep breath, a cold glint gradually spreading across his face:
"Then I command you: offer your lives, your souls, your divinity, and all that you possess, to lay the foundation for my divine work!"

"Holy! Holy! Holy, Lord of hosts! King of kings! God of gods! Your glory will cover the whole earth, and the kingdoms of the earth will be the kingdom of my Lord!"

The resounding reply swept through the temple, catalyzing a shared echo.

Like thunder, like a mountain collapsing.

Only the sheer weight and unwavering resolve to pierce through the iron wall remained, without the slightest wavering.

Because, whether it was Greece and Rome, Celts and Norsemen, or even the newly added Babylonians, almost every life group in the five great pantheons witnessed the mercy of this god and received the grace of this heavenly father.

If there truly is a cure that can save everything, then He is the only answer!
"The time has come for us to wear the crown; let us lay the foundation for our Lord's divine work with our own bodies!"

At the same time, the twelve Fates shouted in unison, and without hesitation, separated their bodies into pure spiritual particles and divinity, pouring them into the holy spears in their respective hands.

The next moment, the twelve holy spears transformed into twelve [Towers of the End], re-anchoring and reconstructing the world with their internal divine laws and oaths. Twelve golden ribbons of light then spiraled up, jointly guarding the Kabbalah Tree of Life, which served as the axis.

hum!hum!hum!hum!
The peculiar tremor traveled through the branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life to every corner of the five divine eras. More streams of light surged from the spiritual veins of different divine eras, forming branch-like patterns of light that spread in all directions, instantly covering the entire void and expanding the influence of the Kabbalah Tree of Life by dozens of times.

Meanwhile, in Greece.

The hymns, as beautiful as songs and poems, echoed through the starry sky: "You were once the thunderbolt of the heavens, tearing the spine of the earth."

It cleaves the turbulent currents of the River Styx, plunging the living into its stagnant waters.

The flames of war spread far and wide, igniting the graves on the high mountains.

The spearhead pierced the heavens, causing both day and night to be burned.

Those who are attacked all suffer calamity, those who fight to the death to defend themselves all receive glory, and those who are terrified and routed become armor and weapons.

Divine retribution descends, all to quell the raging flames of calamity.

Upholding the protection of heaven and earth, ensuring peace for thousands of nations and the defeat of ten thousand enemies!

An indelible calamity, sweeping away thousands of nations and turning ten thousand enemies to ashes!
—Praise be to our Lord:
The greatest conqueror, the greatest guardian;
The invincible god, the holy ruler of all battlefields, the king of poetry and wine;

Head of the Armies, Father of Victory, Tyrant of Glory, Thunder that Shatters the Earth and Seas, Eternal and Unquenchable Fire, Spear that Creates Nations, Guardian of Greece, Almighty Titan
—Phanes!

Accompanied by rousing praises, the divine light behind Lorne surged.

Next, Rome.

"I call upon Dionysus, the roaring god, shouting 'Aha!'"
Dual nature, resurrected from the dead, future king Bacchus.
Mysterious and wild, with a pair of horns, two forms.
Covered in ivy, the pure and majestic god of pleasure shouts "Aha!"
You eat the offerings, adorn yourself with grapes, and wear clothes made of leaves, celebrating the double year.
Immortal king, eternal spirit, oh...

Listen to me, God of kindness, God of gentleness and perfection!

"Come upon me with your joyful retinue!"

The gods laughed, drank, and praised. Behind Lorne, a phantom of a shepherd wearing a crown of grapes and holding the Holy Grail and the Bible appeared, his divine aura becoming even more powerful.

Secondly, Northern Europe.

“Our descendants in Northern Europe, your deaths are not the end of our story.”

The wheel of fate is in the hands of justice, and a world of death will be reborn in flames.

—Burning the enemy is the beginning, burning oneself is the end!

—After dusk, new buds will surely sprout!

—The silver tongue of deceit, the giant god of fire, the master of the story.

Loki, compose a symphony for the world, and rewrite the beginning of our destiny!

A burning World Tree appeared behind Lorne, his figure enveloped in flames, becoming a beacon of light in the darkness.

Then, the Celtics.

"To the Light, in praise of our King:"
Conquerors of Rome, protectors of the Celts.

Gwyn's successor, Lord of the Ashes.

The wise ruler of the Druids, the red dragon of Wales!
You are the emperor of all the dead, bearing the sole responsibility for all the destruction in this world.

You are the sovereign of all living beings, who have created eternal glory for us!

Accompanied by rousing chants, strands of vibrant golden-green light, brimming with life force, emanated from the Celtic gods, converging upon Lorne's body to form the phantom of a red dragon and flames.

Finally, the familiar inscription was also simultaneously reflected in the minds of the Babylonian gods.

Inspired by a sudden inspiration, and led by the goddess Tiamat, they spontaneously chanted an ancient song representing the beginning of civilization.

"The sky is high, yet it has no name."

The earth is so low and barren, yet it has not been given a name.

The first thing that came into existence was the void, which is where it originated.

Mo Mu Che Mo, all arise from generative processes.

The Great Immersion is one, perfectly harmonious and unified.

There was no weed or wormwood to build a hut, and no marshland to be seen.

At that time, all the gods vanished without a trace…

Amidst the harmonious resonance of ancient ballads, the clay tablets inscribed with cuneiform runes transformed into seals, hanging at Lorne's waist.

This is King Jingu, the King of War, the progenitor of mankind, the child and husband of the mother goddess Tiamat, and the hope and ruler of the Babylonian divine age...

Under the joint praise and chanting of the five great gods, Lorne's aura rose steadily.

The Kabbalah Tree of Life, the sacred tree connecting the five great ages of gods, is also growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Soon, it broke through the edge of the continent, tearing through the waves of the Chaos Sea, and continued to spread in all directions.

The outstretched branches, brimming with verdant green and vitality, reveal all the beautiful aspirations within them.

Within the pure white light, streams flowed gently, the soil was fertile, and the land was covered with mana food.

This is the heaven that everyone seeks, and the palace where the gods reside.

Rumble…

As the Kabbalah Tree of Life expanded, the chaotic waves of the sea surged violently, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a vast expanse of pure white ocean.

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

The hymns grew ever more ethereal and resonant, and the heavenly kingdom, existing between reality and illusion in the Kabbalah Tree of Life, descended from the abyss of the starry sky, merging with the ever-turbulent reality.

Looking around, the world is pure white, showcasing its pristine perfection.

Countless golden streams of light, born of divinity and faith, converge like billions of golden rivers towards the top of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, forging a crown for their shared King and trusted Father.

Rumble!
As if sensing something unusual was happening, the divine realms of Persia, Canaan, Egypt, West Africa, and India trembled incessantly. The sky tore open, the sun and moon dimmed, and the brilliance of the stars was gradually swallowed up by the chaotic waves rising in the void. The world became indistinguishable between day and night.

Worse still, the divinity and divine authority of the gods seem to be severely suppressed and constantly stripped away.

If they remain indifferent, they will be absorbed by this thing as nourishment.

The Great God Zarwan, the Primordial Water Nun, the Earth Mother Goddess Enzambhi, and the Beast Lord Shiva all opened their divine eyes and gazed at the Kabbalah Tree of Life that had appeared on the sea of ​​chaos.

The next moment, a terrifying answer simultaneously popped into their minds.
—All things return to one! Divine unity!
—Someone is absorbing the divinity and power of all the gods in the five divine eras to build a ladder for himself to ascend to the highest realm!

why?
Why didn't the gods of that world resist?
Why would they even voluntarily offer up their divinity and authority?

how can that be!

Doubt, astonishment, confusion, and shock filled the minds of the four Origin Gods and a host of God Kings and Chief Gods, leaving them completely baffled.

But they quickly realized what was happening.

No, now is not the time to dwell on this issue.

Stop him! This ceremony must be stopped!

at all costs!
Otherwise, once that guy completes his divine integration, no one will be his match in a one-on-one fight!

Almost instantly, Zarwan, Nun, Nzambi, and Shiva reached a common conclusion.

They rushed out of the temple without prior arrangement, summoned all the gods under their command, and together charged toward the divine kingdom that was being nurtured in the light.

When the last mortal deity entered, the Tower of the End, formed by the twelve holy spears, resounded in unison, divine light patterns filled the sky, and the gates of Heaven slammed shut.

Gods from different factions thus stepped onto a common battlefield.

At the same time, Mount Ares in Athens, the Pantheon in Rome, the holy city of Camelot, and the island of Heath in Northern Europe all began to operate, issuing a common divine 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 meet the enemy.

The war of humankind has begun!

(End of this chapter)