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Chapter 690 Please, have some decency, Lao Luo!

No!

If this drags on, they'll be worn down sooner or later!
It must be resolved quickly!

The four Origin Gods reached a consensus and, without prior arrangement, attacked the Kabbalah Tree of Life once again.

The Kabbalah Tree of Life was destroyed once again, without a doubt.

But after a few breaths, it was reborn once again in the hymns of the angels, its branches and leaves becoming more lush, and its aura becoming more refined.

The ten kingdoms formed from the ten [source elements] form a blazing white halo, like a ten-sided holy crown, crowning a white giant god seated in the starry sky.

Countless pure white specks of light rained down from the ten kingdoms. When the angels on the battlefield came into contact with them, their damaged limbs were instantly restored, their magic surged and boiled once more, and their fighting spirit soared and burned fiercely.

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

"King of Kings! Lord of Armies! God of Gods!"

Amidst the resounding songs, countless radiant human figures, fearless and undaunted, formed an overwhelming white wave, charging time and again towards the allied forces of the five great gods of the Persian Empire.

Initially, the allied forces of the gods held an absolute advantage.

After all, besides the ten god-kings leading the army, several other deities, such as Indra, the Indian god of heaven, and Phrixus, the Asura king, Mithra, the sun god of Persia, and Apophis, the serpent of West Africa, all possessed combat power at the god-king level. In addition, during its expansion, the Persian Empire also incorporated the pantheons of the Hittites, Huns[1], Media, Canaanites, and even Slavs[2], resulting in several more god-kings who were not part of the direct lineage. With the addition of hundreds of chief gods and a vast number of subordinate gods, the allied forces of the gods naturally had a significant advantage over the angelic army.

But as time went on, the enemy not only increased in number but also grew stronger. The allied forces of the gods found it increasingly difficult to cope, and casualties began to rise sharply. Their formation was even pushed back inch by inch from the outer perimeter of the Kabbalah Tree of Life by the angels.

The four Origin Gods watching from the sidelines were both shocked and furious.

Zarwan narrowed his eyes and spoke up to remind him:
"It seems that its strength won't work. Let's try to deduce its fate; perhaps we can find its weakness from it."

Upon hearing this, the other three Origin Gods' eyes lit up, and they decisively closed their eyes and activated their divine powers.

However, a moment later, the four gods opened their eyes simultaneously, their faces turning ashen.

Can't see clearly!
This divine realm seemed to be completely sealed off by twelve powerful divine forces of destiny, forming a perfect cage that isolated all life from the ability to observe the future.

"I refuse to believe that these things are truly indestructible!"

Shiva was furious. His third eye on his forehead opened angrily, and a world-destroying red lotus fire shot forward, directly using his power.

Immediately afterwards, N'Zanbi unleashed a wave of lifeless bones, while Ennu unleashed a deep blue wave that dissolved everything, each increasing the intensity of their attacks.

After a moment's thought, Zarwan also activated his divine power, and golden flames behind him condensed into a golden sword inscribed with Persian script, which he then slashed forward.

Four destructive forces bombarded the Kabbalah Tree of Life at the center of the world in turn, destroying it four times in total.

But moments later, a rousing hymn rose among the stars.

The halo carrying the seven heavens reassembled, and the ten kingdoms formed from the ten primordial substances solidified once more.

The divine tree, which had almost vanished, used divine patterns as its trunk and starlight as its branches to complete a new round of rebirth.

"Come again!"

The four Origin Gods gradually became enraged and destroyed the Kabbalah Tree of Life before it could be reassembled.

But no matter how many times they tried, or even a hundred times, they could never eradicate this tree of life at its root, nor could they stop its regeneration.

Finally, after trying a full 666 times, Zarvan raised his hand to stop this futile effort:

"Stop it, I think I understand how this thing works."

"what?"

"Emerging from the [Crown], it cycles back and forth along the three-way intersection leading to the [Kingdom]..."

Zarwan paused, then looked at the pure white crown amidst the stars and explained,

"This divine tree appears to be composed of ten points, with the Kingdom as the starting point and the Crown as the ending point. The billions of lives within the Kingdom provide spirituality, and in the cyclical flow of magic, three pillars and twenty-two paths are created, all offering a tribute to the Crown at the end, giving birth to a true King."

Just as the people cannot resist the orders from those in power, we, living in the kingdom, cannot truly shake the cycle initiated from the top down by the crown.

The more we fight and harm each other here, the more divine power we consume, and the more our scattered spirituality becomes nourishment offered to the [Crown], strengthening that [King] and reinforcing this cycle. In the end, we will be worn down to death.

After hearing this well-reasoned analysis, the expressions of the other three Origin Gods turned somewhat grim:
"Is there really no solution?"

"some!"

Zarwan answered in a deep voice, looking up at the radiant giant tree at the center of the world, his eyes gleaming with the wisdom of a deity of wisdom:

"He emerged from the [Crown], initiating a cycle from top to bottom. Therefore, we will use the [Kingdom] as our foundation, initiating a transformation from bottom to top, reconstructing the three pillars and twenty-two paths, reversing the flow to fill the ten source materials, occupying His [Kingdom], and ultimately forging the [Crown] belonging to the Empire! At that time, the gates to the [King] will naturally open for us!"

"We're going to pay homage to Him? Everything is still unsettled. Does He really think he's a king?" Shiva sneered with a dark expression.

He established India's caste system and was accustomed to holding a high position. Now, to have to lower his head and, as an "untouchable," gradually ascend to the throne—the ultimate destination—was an immense insult to him.

Similarly, Ennu, the origin god of Egypt, also harbored resentment.

As the ruler of all things in Egypt, even the Pharaoh who ruled over all people and the Egyptian gods worshipped by the world had to kneel before Him. Unexpectedly, after entering this divine realm, He also had to bow down.

On the contrary, Nzambhi, the West African earth goddess, did not feel offended. With her arms crossed, she said directly:

"The truth is, He is indeed very strong and has the right to stand above us. If we wait until He completes His divine unification, we may not be His match even if we fight him one-on-one."

"That's right. To reach the top, you must first bow your head and take the first step. For now, let's stop complaining and deal with each move as it comes, and pull this [false king] off the [throne] first!"

Hearing Zharvan's advice, Shiva and Ennu suppressed their anger and nodded in agreement.

Immediately, the four Origin Gods decisively devised a plan to counter the [Kabbalah Tree of Life]:

Led by ten god-kings, they invaded the ten kingdoms constructed by the Kabbalah Tree of Life, seized the ten key points, and then, from the bottom up, united as one, forged the ladder of "Honor" and knocked on the door to the "Throne."

Originally, this would not have been a difficult task for the allied forces of gods, who had an absolute advantage in strength and numbers; ordinary god-kings and chief gods could have easily suppressed them.

However, with each battle and the repeated interventions of the four Origin Gods, the strength of the ten archangels born from the ten Origin Essences, as well as their vast angelic army, has risen to an extremely formidable level.

Left with no other option, the four Origin Gods entrusted the crucial task of the attack to their ten strongest God-Kings.
—The Persian twins of light and darkness, the two gods of protection and creation in India, the three pillar gods of Egypt, and the leaders of the three great gods of good, evil, and death in West Africa.

After formulating the plan, the four Origin Gods did not sit idle. They joined forces to unleash their divine power, sweeping across the entire battlefield and wiping out most of the angelic army guarding the perimeter of the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

Seeing that the passage had been opened, the ten god-kings decisively led their armies to launch an attack. According to the plan, they took advantage of the gap in the regeneration of the Kabbalah Tree of Life to rush into the kingdom formed by the ten source substances.

Seeing that God's "kingdom" had been defiled, the resurrected angels all went mad, launching wave after wave of frenzied attacks on the gods in the "kingdom".

The ten divine kings led the way, withstanding the pressure while chanting ancient hymns:

“ashem vohu…yata ahu…!”

This is the main prayer of the Persian Zoroastrian religion, which roughly means "Lord of Light, Father of Flames, I offer this sacrifice with wine and song!"

Although the Persian Empire was a union, and the four primordial gods did not usually exhibit a clear hierarchy, a distinction of primary and secondary importance remained crucial in times of need. Sensing the call from the gods, Zalwan's divine power surged, and he slightly raised his hand forward:

"Burn it with fierce fire, and rebuild it with light!"

In an instant, a cluster of golden flames emerged from the Kingdom, swiftly igniting the remaining nine elements—Foundation, Glory, Victory, Beauty, Severity, Compassion, Understanding, Wisdom, and Crown—along with the three pillars and twenty-two paths.

The once pure white Kabbalah Tree of Life transformed into a golden sea of ​​fire, burning fiercely upwards.

At the same time, a magnificent, light-like gate appeared in the fire, and the Hebrew inscriptions on it gradually twisted and peeled away, slowly opening inward.

The world inside the gate seemed to be the other extreme compared to this brutal battlefield.

Lush green grass and babbling brooks create a paradise where life seems to last forever.

"The door's open! Charge in!"

At Zarwan's command, the three Origin Gods decisively led the remaining chief gods, subordinate gods, and spirits into the open gate.

The ten chosen god-kings remained steadfast in the ten kingdoms, withstanding the repeated attacks of the angelic army.

To maintain the passage for their compatriots and allies, they could not leave and could only continue a near-endless battle with these fearless angels.
—For their own principles and beliefs!
Zarwan took a deep look at the clusters of golden flames in the white wave, pursed his lips, and was the last to fly into the door.

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The world inside the gate is less a paradise and more a palace built for the gods.

The outer perimeter is a plaza composed of seventy-two floating islands, each with a marble pillar engraved with intricate patterns.

Thousands of starlight fell from the sky, forming a dazzling path of light that extended inward through seven interconnected gates, illuminating a temple built of fragrant wood and marble.

The exterior walls are inlaid with wooden decorative paintings made of cypress, palm, mahogany and other wood species; the fences are decorated with gorgeous carved patterns and gilded reliefs; and 48 gilded bronze pillars support the structure. Every brick and tile is like a jade carving, and the whole place is filled with a sacred and luxurious atmosphere.

"Hmph! You're not qualified to sit on my head!"

The impatient Shiva snorted coldly, immediately stepped over the door, landed on one of the floating islands, and quickly leaped into the interior of the temple.

The eight classes of gods in India subconsciously gathered behind Shiva, following in the footsteps of their primordial god.

However, the seventy-two totem poles suddenly shook violently, and seventy-two scarlet beams of magical energy shot out from them, blasting hundreds of unsuspecting Hindu deities into a bloody mist.

There's an ambush!

Shiva's expression changed, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.

At the same time, the seventy-two floating islands in the square trembled in unison, and tens of thousands of red and black magic circles took shape one after another on the islands.

A deep, solemn voice came from all directions, radiating a chilling malice:
"The first in the sequence, the only one among the four supreme pillars—the Eastern monarch Baal, is here!"

"Ninth in the sequence, one of only two among the four supreme pillars—the Western monarch Baimon, is ready!"

"Sequence number twenty-nine, one of only three of the four supreme pillars—the Southern monarch Anat, has returned!"

"Sequence number thirty-two, one of only four of the Supreme Four Pillars—Asmodeus, the Lord of the North, is hereby commanded!"

Immediately, the four sounds merged into one:

"—The time of birth has come; here, all things will be restored!"

A terrifying and eerie atmosphere permeated the air, and the once deathly silent square seemed to come alive.

Boom boom boom!

Amidst the violent shaking, tens of thousands of red and black fleshy tendrils emerged from the magic circle, wriggling and intertwining around the seventy-two totem poles, transforming into seventy-two grotesque giant pillars whose main body was scarlet flesh and whose exteriors were covered with eerie eyeballs.

The floating islands were instantly filled with writhing fleshy tendrils, transforming into mobile fortresses for hunting enemies, and eventually connecting to form a bloody and sinister war fortress.

"Ore furnace - Naberis, mana harvesting and delivery in progress!"

"Intelligence Room - Floros, information retrieval and integration in progress!"

"Observation Post - Furnius, battle situation observation feedback in progress!"

"Control Tower - Babatos, in the process of merging and controlling power!"

"Armory Barracks - Hampshire, the Templar Legion is awakening!"

"The Star of Insight—Amon, its future is being predicted!"

"Life Centre - Spornak, in active intensive care!"

"Abandoned borehole - Andumari, under error risk assessment!"

"We, the seventy-two pillars of demons, are summoned by the Lord's grace and obey His commands! We hereby annihilate the foreign enemies and restore order to the Heavenly Kingdom!"

With a chilling declaration, the seventy-two colossal pillars of flesh and blood blinked their eerie eyes, glaring at the intruding enemies, while a dense array of magic circles coalesced before them. Then, a crimson beam of magic, like a meteor shower, suddenly shot forth.

The four Origin Gods could simply ignore an attack of this magnitude thanks to their immense power.

The God-King and the chief gods can also use their sense of danger to set up defensive barriers to protect themselves, or use their agility to dodge.

But those less powerful gods and spirits who had just experienced a fierce battle were not so lucky. They crashed on their way to the temple, turning into pools of bloody flesh, which were then devoured by countless fleshy tendrils that spread out.

After absorbing the flesh and divinity of the fallen gods, the giant pillar of flesh on the floating island expanded and split further, its power increased, and its demonic aura became even stronger.

Worse still, the Demon Pillars are not isolated entities; each commands a massive army of monsters.

There were Talos legions from Rome and various mechanical creations;

There are Wild Hunt necromancers and fallen fairies from the Celts;

There are eleven magical beasts from Babylon and three doomsday beasts;

There are three giant races from Northern Europe: the Frost Giants, the Fire Giants, and the Mountain Giants.

Even more, there are the Titans, meticulously crafted by Zeus, the previous father of the Greek gods, using Pandora's Box, and the army of gods and monsters created by Typhon, the demon lord…

A myriad of things, densely packed together, continuously poured out from the summoning array composed of seventy-two demon god pillars.

The Persian gods roughly estimated that there were as many as 6666 legions, each with 6666 members, totaling more than 4400 million, which was much larger than the angelic army of more than 3000 million.

Faced with the seventy-two demonic pillars exuding an eerie aura and the overwhelming tide of monsters, the four Origin Gods' expressions turned extremely grim.

—Baal, the ruler of the East? Anat, the ruler of the South?
—Could it be that the raw materials for these giant pillars of flesh and blood were all the Canaanite gods who died in battle or went missing?

—No, not only that!
—Perhaps there were other heretical gods who were conquered and killed in other Ages of Gods!
—This guy molds the faith of obedience into angels and transforms the annihilated opponents into demons. He has taken the concept of "making the most of everything" to the extreme. He's simply inhuman!

—If they fail, they'll probably end up like this!
The four Origin Gods felt a chill run down their spines, their fighting spirit and rage ignited completely:
"Charge forward, breach the enemy lines, and annihilate the false king!"

The gods of the Persian Empire were equally enraged, and they followed their respective leaders in a charge towards the Temple of the End, which was guarded by seventy-two demonic pillars.

(End of this chapter)