Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 693 Charging Masters is a Tradition!
In the temple, judgment descends.

Whether it is tangible life or intangible power;

Whether it is a demon, a spirit, a follower god, a chief god, or a god-king;
Whether they came from Egypt, West Africa, Canaan, India, or Persia;
Beneath the surging black tide of [Anti-Genesis], all things created from chaos are headed for irreversible annihilation, their bodies and souls being decomposed one by one into elementary particles.

until...

A deep chant pierced through chaos and darkness, traversed time and space, reaching the interior of the hall from outside.

"Nu'en, the primordial water, praise you."
Because you are the chaos that created everything…

Immediately afterwards, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand chants resounded:
You give birth to all things and reflect the stars.

The world moves in accordance with your will.

You are the king of the gods, the lord of all things!
We come from you, and are made holy through you!

Thousands of songs converge into one, together chanting the chapters of the Necronomicon.

The surging divine will transformed into a sky full of yellow sand, resisting the black tide of [Anti-Genesis], and injecting a dazzling golden hue into this deadly realm.

The gentle Nile River, the shimmering Red Sea, and the majestic pyramids emerge in the darkness, transforming into a dazzling divine halo.

The nine gods, including Ra, Shu, and Geb, along with Horus, the guardian of the pharaohs, Anubis, the god of death, Bastet, the goddess of cats, Khonsu, the goddess of the moon, and countless subordinate deities, projected their divinity and power into the divine realm, transforming it into all things.

Núnn, the Egyptian origin god and the primordial water, rose from a deep pit.

At the same time, a second wave of sound pierced through the darkness and chaos, surging into the Temple of the End, carrying an untamed, primal wildness:
We swallow suffering and breathe out flames.

Only forgetting is true annihilation.

Away with evil, depart with you.

Stop polluting our homes and our land.

Come, Mother Earth Enzambhi, we will praise you forever!

The bottomless rift valley, the unique and ancient python temple, and the burial mounds where the dead are laid to rest appear in the chanting, creating a landscape where nature and wildness coexist.

The divine incarnations of countless indigenous gods, including the Lada Good God Clan, the Pedro Evil God Clan, and the Gedi Death God Clan, were projected onto the endless grasslands, singing and dancing together to bless the Earth Mother who nurtured and supported them.

The singing grew louder and clearer, and Enzambhi's decaying body began to reform.

Immediately afterwards, sacred hymns praising the gods from the Vedas resounded outside the temple:
“I saw the Lord of Man, and his seven sons,”

Kind and elderly, he urged the offering of sacrifices;

All three realms of existence in the universe reside within it!
......"

The waters of the Ganges, a manifestation of divinity, surged forth and rushed into the temple.

Amidst the surging torrents, the churning Sea of ​​Milk, the majestic city of Gashi, and the sacred Temple of Kael'thas materialized from the darkness.

The guardian deity Vishnu, the creator god Brahma, the eight great celestial guardian deities, Asuras, Garudas, and other Hindu deities filled it with divinity and power, transforming it into a perfect halo.

Shiva, the beast lord, let out a low growl and broke free from his restraints.

Then, there was the flame.

One strand, two strands, three strands...

Ten paths, a hundred paths, a thousand paths...

"Molten iron overflowed the teeth marks of the contract, and light and darkness exchanged power in the urn."

After 9000 years of cycles, the gates of the heavens open and close.

Father of Flames, Lord of Time, the Praised One – Zharwan:

Offering it with poetry and wine, and reappearing with light! The benevolent god Ahura and the malevolent god Angra Mainyu, the six benevolent minions and the six malevolent demons, as well as the Persian gods whose divinity and formations are in opposition, appeared in the flames.

The Persian Gulf, linking the continent and the sea; the endless imperial territory; the ubiquitous Persian pantheon—all these images belonging to Persia burn in the flames.

The Great Ming Lord Zarwan wiped the divine blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered to his feet from the deep pit, and swung his golden sword forward.

A crescent-shaped golden flame severed the exhausted [Anti-Genesis] black tide and surged toward the figure before the throne.

Lorne raised his right hand, which was adorned with five gold rings, his fingers slightly clenched.

The golden blade shattered before it could even reach his face.

Clearly, even with the blessing of the Persian gods, Zharwan could not pose a threat to him even with his full power unleashed by two portions of the world's essence.

But at this moment, Lorne gradually frowned.

Because the chants of praise to God outside the temple grew louder and louder, and the aura of the four origin gods was also rising steadily.

Zarvan spat out a mouthful of blood and said coldly:
"We must say, your power is unprecedented. In a one-on-one fight, we could not defeat you even if we tried our best. But with that alone, you still cannot conquer our divine age, our kingdom! You can unify the divinity of the five great divine ages and bring all things to one, and we are not lacking in that awareness and pride!"

Before the words were finished, a cluster of pure flames, originating from the Kingdom, burned upwards, instantly igniting the entire Kabbalah Tree of Life. The ten points of matter were then bathed in flames, and the ten celestial realms were filled with dazzling gold.

Immediately afterwards, the seventy-two demonic pillars hummed and trembled, like towering torches, one after another igniting eternal holy flames, turning the seven hells into a sea of ​​fire.

Inside the temple, golden flames spontaneously ignited on the bodies of the three origin gods: Nzambhi, Ennu, and Shiva.

The same luster, the same frequency.

At the same time, gods of different races and skin colors sang together.

Different timbres and sounds from different languages ​​come together:

“ashem vohu…yata ahu…!”

Billions of golden sparks gathered into light, melting away the gaps and barriers between different civilizations and different eras of gods, and forging the four figures in the temple into a single true god.

A golden colossus with four heads and eight arms was born from flames, then strode forward and once again entered the temple:

"From the Kingdom to the Crown, you have mastered the Ten Elements that represent divinity and swept away the Seventy-Two Pillars that represent demonic nature. You ascended the throne amidst the cries of billions upon billions. It is truly a perfect divine path. Thank you for teaching us all this."

A mixed voice, seemingly male, female, old, and young, came from the golden giant's mouth, filled with praise, sighs, and admiration.

This is a worthy opponent, who started from humble beginnings but gradually rose to unprecedented heights.

Ultimately, he single-handedly drove the five great gods under the rule of the Persian Empire to the brink of destruction.

But it was precisely because of this that the gods, who originally harbored resentment, had no choice but to set aside their differences and embark on the path of divine unification to jointly confront this supreme enemy of the empire.

This world is too small.

So small that it can only hold one voice, one will.

Therefore, in order to vie for the sole throne of the gods, they were destined to become enemies.

The greatest respect and praise we can show to our enemies is to exterminate them completely!
In return,

The empire's most formidable enemy will perish at the end of time, becoming our ladder to godhood!

The four-headed, eight-armed golden giant roared, and the eternal flames of time surged forward, instantly igniting the entire temple.

Amidst the flames, Lorne also manifested the colossal form of a gigantic god, colliding fiercely with the attacking Persian gods.

The final battle has begun!

(End of this chapter)