Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 692 It's finally my turn to enjoy myself!
At the end of the temple, the void stretched endlessly.

At the end of the light, a galaxy of stars twinkles.

Each piece of fertile land, teeming with life, enjoys tranquility within.

It has the Greek archipelago, the fields of Babylon, the forests of Celts, the ice fields of Northern Europe, and the city-states of Rome...

Figures of different skin tones were faintly visible among them.

There were elderly people in their twilight years, young children, nobles with divine blood flowing through their veins, and commoners living peaceful lives...

Without exception, they all clasped their hands together and sang in unison:

"Holy, holy, holy! All the nations of the earth shall be the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ, who was, and is, and to come!"

One person's voice is the voice of millions.

Trillions of sparks, gathered together to form light.

Countless streams of blazing white light converged in the void, transforming into a crown-shaped band to crown the figure on the pure white throne.

An aura that even the God of Origin felt a chill was brewing within Him and steadily rising.

All things return to one!
Upon arriving at the temple, the foreign gods, seeing this scene, showed a hint of apprehension in their eyes.

Then, they looked at the crown-shaped band of light in the void, and the fear in their eyes was replaced by a hint of relief.

Thankfully, it was just a little short.

The crown is only four-fifths lit up and is not yet fully completed.

As if sensing something.

Lorne, seated on the throne, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the gods who had stormed into the temple:

"You've arrived? Faster than I expected..."

"Do you think that when we get together, we'll only scheme against each other and hinder one another? You're seriously underestimating us!"

Zarwan stepped forward, sneering arrogantly.

Before Zarwan could continue speaking, Shiva impatiently interrupted their verbal exchange:
"Stop talking nonsense! He's stalling for time! Don't give him that chance!"

Before he finished speaking, a sinister smile appeared on Shiva's face. He opened his third eye on his forehead and activated his divine power to attack the figure on the throne.

Red and black Sanskrit characters intertwined and vibrated, and thousands of crimson serpents formed from flames emerged from the magic circle, rolling and wreaking havoc forward.

The space along the way twisted dramatically, and the falling starlight dimmed rapidly.

Clearly, as the god of destruction, Shiva is using his power to dismantle the surrounding laws, preparing to return this temple, along with everything here, to the primordial state of darkness and death.

The crimson serpent snaked forward, and the surrounding buildings, time, and space were all collapsing and disintegrating without exception.

With every inch it advances, its destructive power increases by one unit.
Each time they feed, the snake swarm expands in size.

The world-destroying crimson flames devoured life, melted everything, and transformed everything within their range into self-destructive magic, filling the bottomless black hole.

In the blink of an eye, the temple's bricks and stones turned into melting ashes, and the surrounding air became polluted toxins.

The shining stars were swallowed up, and the dazzling Milky Way was torn apart;
Gradually, there was no sound, no warmth;
Space cannot be perceived, and time cannot be measured;
The world is sinking deeper and deeper into eternal darkness.

"God said..."

The chanting, rising and falling, echoed across the empty, chaotic surface of the abyss.

Resembling an old man, a noblewoman, a youth, a child, a saint, or a prisoner.

Like the voice of one person, like the voice of millions.

"...Let there be light..."

As soon as the command was given, a beam of light shot into the sky, tearing apart this near-eternal death and darkness.

Above the throne, the "Divine Codex," which fused the power of destiny from the five great European gods, appeared before the figure on the throne.

Runes, following countless wills, intertwine and transform on the surface of paper that is like silk, mud, sheepskin, or papyrus, writing eternal divine pronouncements.

The light that tore through the darkness and the infinite flow of divinity that came before originated from this.

Seeing that his destructive power, which was enough to crush the entire space, was easily subdued, Shiva's expression changed.

This thing is already so powerful even before it has fully achieved divine integration. If it is allowed to take this step, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Do it!"

At this moment, without Shiva's prompting, the other three Origin Gods also chose to take action.

"I come!"

Nún, the Egyptian god of origin, transformed into a colossal body thousands of meters tall, its form supporting the heavens and the earth, its deep blue arms waving forward.

In an instant, countless primordial waters, capable of dissolving all things, surged forth from the dark abyss, like world-destroying waves, rushing towards the figure, attempting to extinguish the ever-shining light.

“God said, ‘Let there be an air between the waters, to separate the waters from the waters.’”

The stars twinkled, the chanting echoed in highs and lows, and the sacred texts turned with a rustling sound.

The primordial water, towering over ten thousand feet high, seemed to stand still, abruptly stopping before him, and automatically splitting apart.

Some of it rises into the sky, turning into clouds and rain, while the rest sinks to the earth, forming rivers and streams.

As the water flowed, the land revealed its undulations, the sky outlined its lines, and the chaotic and empty world surrounding Nunn regained its color and shape.

Seeing his world, built from power, being reconstructed, and the [Light] on the throne crushing down on him, Nun's pupils contracted sharply as he was the first to be hit.

"Get out of the way!"

Nzabi, the Mother of Death, snorted coldly and stepped forward to help. The Primordial Water, which had been almost evaporated by the Light, churned violently, and thousands of black skeletons rose from the water, transforming into a towering wall of bones that blocked the erosion of the Light.

Then, she suddenly clenched her right hand into a fist.

In an instant, the chaotic waters churned violently, and a skeletal giant tens of thousands of feet tall was born from them.

As the skeletal giant swung its arm, the chaotic waters transformed into countless black clay figures, rotting corpses, and stark white skeletons, sweeping towards the throne, seeking to bring death and decay to the figure bathed in light.

"You came from dust, and you will return to dust..."

The stars shone brightly, and the sounds, rising and falling, seemed to be both an announcement and a lament.

The countless skeletons and spirits that were given new life immediately turned into dust, which fell in a flurry.

Seemingly sensing danger, the stars immediately accelerated the process of [crowing], chanting urgently in unison:

"Let there be lights in the sky to separate day from night, and to serve as signs, to mark seasons, days, and years..."

The golden "Divine Codex" rustled and turned, making the dim stars shine brighter and the once faded world come alive. Blazing white light poured through the central hole onto the figure on the throne, giving birth to ever-growing divine power.

With his allies' offensive repeatedly thwarted, Zarwan finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He immediately drew a golden sword inscribed with Persian script from the magic circle, ignited a divine fire imbued with the power of time, and swung it forward, distorting both time and space:
"I am the strongest god, the praised one, the lord of light, the father of all flames, who bestows upon my enemies a thousand blades of light!"

Sensing the danger, the stars in the void ignited with dazzling light, and countless phantoms within the starlight cried out in unison:
"My God, rise up and scatter the enemies!"

"Boom!"

The void trembled, and the stars fell.

The magnificent temple collapsed completely, and the pure white throne was reduced to fragments.

But amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure with silver hair and purple eyes stood tall and imposing.

At some point, a gleaming gold ring appeared on each of the five fingers of that right hand.

It seems to contain infinite light and divinity.

"It's my turn..."

With a deep voice, he slowly raised his right hand forward, making a loose clenching motion:

"The Ring of One - Faness's Path of the Fire Sword..."

In an instant, the golden flames that had been condensed to their ultimate form transformed into a giant burning sword in his hand, igniting the entire starry sky behind him.

As he swung his greatsword forward, endless torrents of light shot out in all directions.

A deafening roar erupted, space shattered like a mirror, and the concept of time ceased to exist.

Purify everything, cleanse everything, burn everything away!
It was as if a destructive giant was bringing down the final chapter of the apocalypse to this filthy world.

Danger!

The moment their eyes met, the four Origin Gods felt a sudden, involuntary tremor in their hearts.

"—Primordial Water, Chaos of All Things!" Nuen activated his divine essence first, summoning endless [Primordial Chaos Water], attempting to block this attack through attribute advantage.

However, given the overwhelming disparity, any talk of restraint is nothing but empty rhetoric.

"Boom!"

The flaming sword fell into the deep blue ocean world, causing the divine realm constructed from the essence of the gods to instantly collapse. Nunn himself vomited a mouthful of golden-blue divine blood and staggered to the ground.

One strike severely injured an Origin God?

Nzanbi, Shiva, and Zarwan were horrified when they saw this.

At the same time, that deep voice echoed once more from the ruins of the temple:
"The Ring of Two - Orlaug Reverse Canal/Genesis Light-Year..."

Silver-gray fingertips slicing through the warp and weft of time, the boiling chaotic tides collapsing into streaks of light flowing backward, rising behind the god of origin like a luminous crown. And within each streak of light, the silhouette of [End of Fate] was condensed:

In different times and futures, the three origin gods Nzambhi, Shiva, and Zarwan, along with the deities behind them, were either pierced by swords, burned by flames, or frozen in ice...

Each one is an inescapable calamity.

In the blink of an eye, all the prophecies were melted into a blazing white primordial elixir in the reverse flow. Billions of light ribbons pierced out from behind Lorne in the form of thorns, sweeping across the sea of ​​chaos like paintbrushes, twisting the chaotic waves along the way into boiling runes, and carving out coordinates of the end on the absolute timeline.

Nzambhi, Shiva, and Zarwanton, who were directly affected, felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively activated their powers to fight against him.

The jet-black bone spikes transformed into spears and shot forward, erasing their equal death with death itself.
The flashing lightning condensed into tridents, brutally tearing apart the doomsday prophecy brought down by fate.

Intense flames erupted from the blade, like torches illuminating the night, each wisp of flame containing the brilliance of stars, using light to dispel its own calamity.

"Boom boom boom!"

Like the sound waves of a supernova explosion collapsing into a whale song in reverse, shattering the "destined ending" among millions of light bands, crushing the inevitable death, and ushering in the hope of life.

The aftershocks of the explosion created a spiraling paradox in the starry sky, with half of the space within its range as black as ink and the other half as bright as the sun.

However, there are thousands upon thousands of such light bands, so the offensive will naturally not be limited to one round.

Countless magic circles, large and small, interlocked and meshed in front of Lorne, like tightly rotating gears.

Densely packed and countless.

Immediately afterwards, layers of light patterns pulsed, and the compressed magical flow, like countless comets, shot forward in unison.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Immediately, the blazing arc of light trailed a long tail of flame, piercing the world's dark sky.

That sharp whistling sound was like the lament of the universe;
Those narrow streaks of light resembled the tear tracks of stars.

boom! boom! boom! boom!
In an instant, the polar meteor shower plummeted from the sky, and the divine realm behind them, projected by divine authority, was affected by this, experiencing a devastating earthquake.

In an instant, mountains collapsed, cities collapsed, rivers and seas boiled, tectonic plates tore apart, and everything was reduced to ashes in the intense white light of the explosion.

As the master of the Persian Empire and the core of the divine projection, Zarwan naturally bore the brunt of the damage, taking on tons of harm.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of golden-red divine blood and was sent flying backward.

Shiva and Nzabi's expressions changed, and they instinctively wanted to pull Nun to join Zarwan.

After all, the facts are already quite clear.

After achieving divine unification, none of the four of them were a match for the monster before them.

Only by uniting the five fundamental forces belonging to the Persian Empire can they have a chance of victory.

Having finally separated his opponents, Lorne was naturally not going to give them that opportunity easily.

He narrowed his eyes and raised his right hand for the third time: his five fingers pointing upwards in a loose fist.
"The Third Ring - Danu, Shining Spear of the End!"

Thirteen spiraling golden beams converged into one, and the true form of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad materialized in his palm.

It reveals the true nature of the world, reconstructs the reality of all things, and serves as the anchor for the storm that tears and disintegrates everything.

—Holy Lance, pull anchor!

A dazzling spiral of golden light surged forward with overwhelming force, causing the space to tremble violently.

not good!

Shiva's hair stood on end, and the skin on his forehead tore open automatically, revealing a bloody third eye, his destructive power pushed to its limit.

The void simultaneously cracked open with blood-red fissures, as if cleaving a chasm leading directly to the primordial universe, revealing the desolate and dark abyss to the world. Outsiders could only glimpse a trace of reality through these fissures, and even the leaked power could directly annihilate the fragile human soul, severing the life force of all things.

As space twisted and fractured, the terrifying aura rose steadily until it reached its peak and solidified to the extreme.

"boom!"

The crimson world and the golden band of light collided with each other, creating a thunderous roar.

A raging storm of magical energy swept outwards, distorting the central space to its extreme, tearing and collapsing continuously, before finally exploding with a deafening roar.

boom!
The void shattered into pieces, like a mirror that had been smashed to the ground, covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The surrounding buildings and floors continued to collapse, tearing open a bottomless abyss. Stone walls, statues, and decorations were all melted and decomposed, returning to the nothingness of annihilation.

Immediately afterwards, the area near Shiva was as if it had been bombarded by a solar flare. As far as the eye could see, everything turned white. The Hindu deities who tried to fly over to help crash one after another in the aftermath of this terrifying battle before they could even get close, turning into clusters of ashes.

Seeing the figure in the dust raise its hand again, Enzan was terrified. He gritted his teeth and decided to strike first.
"I punish the guilty, I give life to death, I bestow light upon darkness, I bestow eternity upon all things—the remains of the dead!"

The surging red and black mud instantly enveloped it, sticking together countless withered bones and flesh, and rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a black behemoth tens of thousands of feet tall, capable of plucking stars from the sky.

Immediately, the black colossus, its arms covered in bone spurs, crossed and swung down, unleashing a crimson and black light of death that shot into the sky. In the intense friction with the magical energy, it formed an eerie and colorful crown of light, while simultaneously stirring up a fierce magical storm around it, unleashing the power of death upon the figure in the temple ruins.

A torrent of crimson and black light surged forward, threatening to engulf the seemingly vulnerable, dilapidated temple in an instant.

"The Fourth Ring - Eurynome - Restoring Order Here..."

Buzz buzz!

Eighty-eight streaks of starlight shone from the deep black void, and the eternal star map unfolded, with the starlight intersecting to form a vast and desolate star wheel.

As the star wheel rotates, the torn space is stitched back together by threads formed from stardust, and the waves stirred up by the will of death are pierced by streaks of starlight like sharp swords.

Unwilling to accept defeat, the black colossus roared, raising its arm made of bones and rotting flesh, and forcefully breaking through the barrier of the stars, smashing towards the figure in the temple.

But just as upholding the law requires not only the scales of judgment but also the sword of punishment.

Maintaining order is the same!

"I am the thunder that tears the stars apart!"

"I am the mighty ocean, roaring against the tide!"

"I am the one who cultivates the bounty of the earth!"

"I am the wisdom of civilization!"

"I am the Silver of Rapid Fire!"

"I am the Gold Piercing the Stars!"

"I am disordered lust!"

"I am the blazing flame of molten metal!"

"I am the bloodthirsty conqueror!"

"..."

A series of cold, mechanical voices echoed among the stars. The 88 star palaces were forged into twelve golden light bands, and twelve swords of law, each carrying the divinity and power of the twelve machine gods, shot out towards the black giant god.

"Puff puff!"

The black giant, attempting to wreak havoc, was impaled on a porcupine-like string and pinned firmly to the void.

As the twelve divine laws were activated, the bones, corpses, and flesh that made up the body of the black giant dissolved and were gradually transformed into part of the world order.

And the West African earth goddess, with the collapse of the [Heavenly Corpse], revealed her true form as the core.

Thus, all four foreign origin gods suffered heavy losses, and the first battle ended in a crushing defeat.

Lorne's gaze swept over the ravaged battlefield, and for the fifth time, he raised his right hand, the golden ring on his little finger lighting up:

"The Ring of Five - Tiamat: Anti-Genesis!"

Thousands of starlight fell from the void, weaving behind Lorne into the dragon-shaped phantom of Tiamat, the mother of Babylonian origin.

As the Dragon Mother flapped her wings and roared, a crimson and black chaotic tide surged forth from the void, rushing forward and dissolving the defensive barriers constructed by laws and powers along the way, preparing to bring equal death to all life within the temple.

Birth is a beautiful thing, worthy of celebration.

Death is the same!
(End of this chapter)