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Chapter 694 Awesome! They can all be awesome!

Deep in the void, at the end of the stars.

Two colossi, each half a step beyond the origin, engaged in a fierce battle, with wave after wave of magical energy colliding violently.

Boom boom boom!

Space is constantly collapsing, and time is constantly distorting.

Tangible matter disintegrates instantly, while intangible elements annihilate each other.

In this chaotic disorder, laws and powers have lost their purpose.

"boom"

The two colossal gods collided in the most primal and savage manner.

Large swaths of golden firelight and white stardust fell from their bodies, illuminating the silhouettes of countless living beings.

The Greek Titans roared with raised arms, the Norse Valkyries rode their horses and brandished their swords, the Celtic knights brandished their lances, the Roman mechanics turned their cores, and the Babylonian beasts surged forward...

Ifrit, born of fire, lines up in battle; the warlike Asuras shout with excitement; the majestic sun ship cuts through the sky; and the voodoo zombies, resurrected from the dead, launch their charge…

Like countless comets, they constantly pierce the void, tearing apart darkness and chaos, and colliding fiercely with each other.

They perished in droves, only to rise again in droves.

Until it burns out and turns to ashes.

Boom boom boom!

The fighting never stops, and the battle intensifies.

This is a battle for survival that no one can escape.

This is a war fought for each other's beliefs and nations, for each other's future!

Gradually, space lost its concept here, and time lost its meaning.

"boom!"

After an unknown amount of time, the white giant was struck hard and sent flying backward, obliterating countless stars along its path.

As the starlight dimmed, the enormous divine body disintegrated, revealing Lorne at its core.

In the midst of the fierce battle between the gods, his body was covered with light-like cracks, like a broken piece of porcelain forcibly glued together. His divine aura continued to weaken, and even standing became difficult.

The golden colossus stared at his opponent, who was clearly at his last gasp, and sneered:
"you lose!"

Although his opponent was very strong, before the formal war even began, his "Heaven" had already fallen, his "Hell" had collapsed, and the "Ten Elements" and "Seventy-Two Pillars" that supported his divine cause had all been removed one by one and branded with the divine seal belonging to Persia.

Furthermore, given that the five great divine ages of the Empire possessed far more gods, territories, and life forms than the five great divine ages of Europe, they unsurprisingly achieved final victory.

Of course, they cannot lose in the face of absolute strength and weakness!

"Then let this strike serve as a farewell gift."

The golden giant raised its eight arms high, its four heads all looking forward, embracing the new life of the world.

Countless magic circles, large and small, interlocked and meshed in front of the golden giant's eight arms, transforming into tightly rotating gear-shaped halos.

Densely packed and countless.

"The end has come; let your body lay the foundation for our divine cause!"

Accompanied by a chilling declaration, billions of terrifyingly hot light streaked through the void, tearing through darkness and chaos like a meteor shower, unleashing their supreme divine power towards the formidable enemy ahead.

"Arise, Father!"

A chorus of chants rose behind Lorne, almost hysterical.

The five great divine realms of Greece, Norse, Rome, Celts, and Babylon layered before Lorne, taking the powerful blow from the enemy god in place of their father.

"Boom boom boom!"

With a thunderous roar, the projections of the five divine realms met a tragic end.

Rivers were cut off, mountains were pierced, cities were buried, divine kingdoms collapsed, the earth sank, and the sky fell.

The flying dust billowed high into the air, obscuring the brilliance of the sun and moon, and the dark, gray-yellow sky reflected the colors of the end.

At the same time, nearly 90% of the billions of stars behind Lorne went out, and the blazing white crown was almost shattered.

This is the manifestation of the will of all the gods of the five great ages of Europe, and also the origin of their divine unification.

But even if they risked all of this, it was only to block a mere blow from the enemy god and buy their father god a moment's respite.

"Unbelievable!"

The golden giant snorted coldly, and billions of flames converged, with tens of thousands of large and small light wheels reborn in front of him. The vast and surging divine power frantically contracted and compressed, brewing a new destructive blow.

The dim stars squeezed out their last bit of light and heat, trying to hold back the coming of the apocalypse.

But the gap is still too big.

As divinity and power trembled, the space around the golden colossus rapidly collapsed, and all the starlight in front of it burned away in the flames.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Like tear stains, like sharp swords, like the golden band of light from a comet piercing the void, it fell upon that crumbling kingdom and the helpless figure.

As this devastating divine power swept in, the European gods residing among the stars could only close their eyes in anguish, unable to bear witnessing their impending doom.

They have done everything they could; they have been utterly defeated.

However, at this moment of despair, Lorne smiled.

Because a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar song was coming from the darkness.

"Crack!"

The thousands of halos in front of the golden giant suddenly shattered, and the decisive blow, just a second before hitting its target, turned into scattered fireflies and vanished into the void.

"what happened?"

The sudden turn of events left the golden giant somewhat incredulous.

Lorne dusted off non-existent dust from his body and laughed:
"Because the time has come."

"what?"

"Your death is imminent."

Upon hearing this answer, the golden giant found it absurd and couldn't help but scoff:

"Our death day? What a joke! Although the attack just now had an unexpected mishap and failed to kill you, it doesn't mean you're qualified to challenge us. Enemy God, you've already lost, and there's absolutely no chance of a comeback!"

"What if this wasn't an accident?"

A pleased smile curved Lorne's lips as he slowly spoke:
"Born from the Kingdom and ending with the Crown, by mastering the Ten Elements representing divinity and sweeping away the Seventy-Two Pillars representing demonic nature, and by reducing all things to One, one can ascend the throne amidst the cries of billions and billions, and step towards Godhood... Why do you have this idea?"

"Because this is a path that has already been taken and has been successful."

The golden giant answered instinctively.

Lorne nodded, his smile widening.

“That’s right, I’ve walked this path to the end, and I’ve gone further than you have. So why do you think this is my weakness?”

In an instant, the golden giant's pupils trembled violently.

Upon entering this battlefield, they gradually came to a conclusion:
To reach the Temple of the End and defeat the supreme enemy who unites all the divinity and power of the five great pantheons of Greece, Rome, Celts, Norse, and Babylon, one must first breach the defenses of Heaven and Hell.

Therefore, they launched their conquests step by step, filling the ten major points with the god-kings of the five great divine eras to rectify the Kingdom of Heaven; they reorganized the seventy-two pillars with their chief gods to control Hell, and branded everything with the mark of the Persian Empire.

Thus, the Gate of Audience was opened, and the moment of the decisive battle arrived.

In a moment of divine inspiration, they also achieved divine integration in the same way, gaining divine power and authority that surpassed those before them.

But what if it wasn't all a coincidence?
Suddenly, a terrifying thought exploded in the minds of the four Origin Gods.

Inducement!

He's intentionally leading us to think that way!
Let us fill the cycle of heaven and hell with all the god-kings and chief gods under the Persian Empire system, serving as the new foundation of divine work.

But what is the purpose of doing this?
We used this to achieve divine unity and successfully defeat this mentor.

Even though he started on this path earlier than us, he could not bridge the gap between divinity and power.

There is no longer any force on this battlefield that can threaten us.

He has no chance of winning!
Just as the golden giant was racking his brains trying to figure it out, a faint voice came:
"It seems I need to give you a hint: Originating from the Kingdom, ending at the Crown—if this is the final Crown, the pinnacle of divine achievement, then where is the foundational Kingdom, the origin of all things?"

The golden giant's body trembled, and his expression changed drastically.

Wrong, wrong from the very beginning!

The ten heavens formed by the ten points of matter, the seventy-two demon gods guarding the seventy-two hells, and this final temple that chronicles divine deeds—none of these are the key to everything.

The real answer is—the human world!
That is the beginning of the world and life, the cornerstone upon which all divine works are built!
At this very moment, all the gods within the Persian Empire were concentrated in this isolated realm because of this divine war, completely unaware of all the changes happening in the human world.

Could it be that……

A vague sense of foreboding stirred within Zharvan.

"Not good, act quickly!" With a frightened and urgent shout, the four Origin Gods immediately united as one, riding the golden giant god and raising their arms to launch the fastest and strongest attack at the tiny and weak figure in the void.

However, it was too late.

The rousing songs of joy rose from below, approached from afar, and grew stronger.

The sound transcended time and space, resonating and echoing among the stars:
“All beings, learn the solemn rituals and the most powerful prayers.”

I call upon the goddess of necessity [Ananke], the first cause of chance [Phanes]...

I call upon Themis, the goddess of justice; Athena, the goddess of wisdom; and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory.

Mount Ares, the highest peak, is the temple of the stars!

I call upon the primordial god [Chaos], the mother of chaos and order [Eurynome]...

I call upon the god of war [Mars], the god of fire [Vulcan], the radiant god of the sun [Phoebus], the holy and silvery moon goddess [Diana], and the star-studded [Asteria].

There's also Neptune, who supports the deep sea, and Pluto, who rules the underworld.
The cries echoed across the empire's borders, rekindling the glory of the Seven Hills!

Greek and Roman hymns of worship traveled across oceans and were sung in Africa.

The Nile River has already set, but the Roman eagle banner and the Greek sacred fire are lit in thousands of homes, becoming the new sun.

—The Age of Gods in Egypt and West Africa has fallen!
Immediately afterwards, joyful singing came from the northeast:
"O God, your love extends to the heavens."

Your faithfulness, O God, reaches to the heavens.
God, may Your glory be higher than the whole earth.
You saved me from heaven.

Send love and honesty to me

I want to sing hymns, I want to sing praises
I will praise You

We will give thanks to you among all nations.
You are my reliance and my rock.

You are my refuge
I will worship You

"Proclaim Your name among the nations!"

The gates of the holy city of Jerusalem were opened, and the Babylonians wiped the blood from their faces to welcome the Crusaders.

A towering divine tower rises between the two rivers, and saints in white robes and fully armed knights carry the golden ark to the top of the tower to praise the most high and merciful Father.

—The Canaanite and Babylonian Age of Gods, changed hands!

At this very moment, in India.

The sixteen powerful kingdoms, embroiled in constant warfare, ceased to exist, replaced by a vast empire known as the "Mauryan Dynasty."

One after another, pagodas were erected on the vast land, and thousands of monks enshrined 84000 relics that shimmered with fluorescence inside.

"When I attain Buddhahood, may all sentient beings in the ten directions be born in my Pure Land, and may they all possess bodies of pure purple-gold, handsome and clean, and be of the same kind. If there are differences in appearance, some beautiful and some ugly, I will not attain perfect enlightenment."

When I attain Buddhahood, all sentient beings born in my land will be able to see and hear clearly their past lives, their good and evil deeds, accumulated over countless eons. They will know all the past, present, and future events in the ten directions. If this wish is not fulfilled, I will not attain perfect enlightenment.

When I attain Buddhahood, all sentient beings born in my land will attain the ability to know the minds of others. If any sentient being cannot fully understand the thoughts of sentient beings in hundreds of thousands of Buddha-lands, I will not attain perfect enlightenment.

When I attain Buddhahood, all sentient beings born in my land will attain supernatural powers and perfect perfections. In a single thought, they cannot traverse countless Buddha-lands, visiting and making offerings to all Buddhas. If I do not attain perfect enlightenment, I will not achieve Buddhahood.

When I attain Buddhahood, all sentient beings born in my land will be free from discrimination, their senses tranquil. If they do not decisively attain perfect enlightenment and realize Great Nirvana, I will not attain perfect enlightenment.

When I attain Buddhahood, my light will be immeasurable, illuminating the ten directions, surpassing all other Buddhas, and exceeding the brightness of the sun and moon by countless billions of times.

When I became a Buddha…

The caste system is a shackle on worldly life.

All beings suffer; one should awaken to this truth.

Before the stupa, on the ground, monks chanted the forty-eight great vows of the Buddha, together singing of their compassion and care for all living beings.

The immense golden power of vows, with the stupa as its foundation and the relics as its anchor, pierced the earth's veins like iron nails, severing the connection between this land and the gods of India inch by inch.

Among the crowd, the king, known as Ashoka, placed a golden ring into the innermost stupa and prostrated himself in devout worship, thus bringing the true master to this land.

—The Age of Gods in India has come to an end!

At almost the same time, in Persia.

Armed with scimitars, clad in white robes, and turbans, the foreign warriors formed an invincible force, charging out of Arabian Island and storming the Persian pantheon.

They extinguished the eternally burning sacred fire in the temple and the magnificent statues of the gods, and carved hymns praising the new gods onto the polished walls:
"There is no god but God."

Praise be to Allah, may all be pure.

Allah is great, and only through Allah can we find help!

—The Persian Empire collapsed!

Ultimately, through the tireless efforts of the twelve apostles and the cries of countless believers, voices of different skin colors and languages ​​converged into a shared hymn:
Our Father in heaven
May all people hallow your name.

May your kingdom come.

May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Our daily bread is given to us today.

Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

They will not lead us into temptation, but will deliver us from evil.

May glory, majesty, power, authority, and victory be yours, from time immemorial to the present, and forevermore!

Their oath resounded through the heavens, becoming a testament to the trust and faith established between humans and gods.

Intense, blazing white light emerged like stars from countless lives within the Kingdom, converging in the sky to form a river of light that rekindled the ten elements of the Kabbalah Tree of Life and the seventy-two pillars outside the temple. It transformed the gods of the five great ages of the Persian Empire into fuel, forging a truly perfect crown for the Father.

The charging golden giant was struck by lightning, its majestic body shattering into pieces.

Puff puff puff!

The four origin gods, Nun, Nzambhi, Zharwan, and Shiva, coughed up blood and fell from the void.

The uncontrolled power within the giant broke through the barriers of time and space, falling into the fingertips of that "Father".

—Finally, it's finished!
Lorne looked at the five golden rings that had materialized, raised his left hand, and slowly spoke:
"The Sixth Ring - Nunn, the Primordial Chaos Water!"

In an instant, the surging blue-black waves surged forward, blasting the Egyptian origin god thousands of feet away.

Nuen was struck as if by lightning, and coughed up divine blood.

"The Seven Rings - Enzambh - The Corpse of the Sky!"

A massive black skull appeared from the void, its bone claws sweeping forward.

Nzabi groaned, his face turning deathly pale.

"The Eighth Ring of Commandments - Shiva's Eye of Destruction!"

The crimson flames shot forward, drawing a destructive trajectory in the void.

With flesh and blood bursting open, Shiva clutched his shattered forehead and fell with a scream.

"The Ring of Nine - Iller, the Supreme Thunder!"

"The Ten Rings - Zarwan: Eternal Time!"

The power containing the laws of thunder and time coalesced into a javelin, which pierced Zarwan with lightning speed.

The great Persian king fell backward, unable to rise again.

Lost? Defeated by their own power?

No, this is impossible!

There must still be a chance!
The four Origin Gods roared in resentment, wanting to reunite their divinity once more and make a final stand.

"Kneel down..."

However, accompanied by a low chant, an immense pressure swept over them. Their already shaky bodies staggered and fell, humiliated and powerless, prostrating themselves before the newly formed pure white throne, like four hunting dogs with their claws pulled out and chains fastened.

Lost.

A crushing defeat.

Their divine power has been taken away by oxen, their authority has been stripped away, their divinity has been exhausted, and they no longer have any chance of winning.

If the defeat was due to the enemy possessing more and stronger gods and greater divine authority, they might have nothing to say.

but why……

Why is it that humanity is the one to decide the outcome of this battle of gods?

Those ant-like things on the ground!

Not reconciled!
So unwilling!

The four Origin Gods all looked up, their gazes filled with grief and resentment as they looked at the figure on the pure white throne.

They wanted to find an answer before their final demise.

(End of this chapter)