Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 360 Hindu Gods

"The British will be annihilated, we will control the Muslims, and then the Jewish God will fall, the Christian God will be abandoned, and soon Kali will rule the world."

Wen Lie tilted his head, and the sound he suddenly heard made him frown subconsciously.

Now, he can hear any sound coming from anywhere on the earth. With the help of the divine nature, his brain can distinguish which information is important, which information is not important, which information needs attention, and which information does not need attention.

Apparently, this voice calling for Kali to destroy Catholicism is quite important.

With a quick glance, Wen Lie saw a simple underground temple somewhere in India, below the Penggao Palace.

The strangely dressed bald priest held a skull magic weapon in his hand and asked several believers to hold Indiana down and feed him the magic blood in the skull magic weapon.

Thousands of cultists run the underground temple, treating ragged children as slaves, whipping them and forcing them to mine gems.

The statue wearing a necklace of human skulls looks scary, but it exudes a strange spirituality.

In front of the statue, at the bottom of the floor, among the orange smoke, a golden vortex slowly rotated. Wen Lie could feel the connection between the statue and the golden vortex.

"……I see."

Wen Lie used his divine power and analyzed the mystery of the underground temple in an instant.

The gods who lost their believers chose to sleep in order to survive and reduce the consumption of their divinity, waiting for the day when Hinduism would be revived and allow them to make a comeback.

"It's fine if the old gods want to be resurrected, but it's wrong to use me as a stepping stone."

In the dark and depressing underground temple, a clear voice broke in like thunder, and a white halo dispelled the darkness and depression in the temple like a god descending from heaven.

"The decline of the Egyptian pantheon, the Roman pantheon, the Greek pantheon, and even the Babylonian, Celtic, Norse, Germanic, and Slavic pantheons can all be blamed on me, but the decline of the Indian pantheon has nothing to do with me."

It was like thunder rumbling in his ears. The body of the high priest Mora shook, and the skull magic weapon in his hand accidentally fell to the ground.

Indiana's eyes, which had become cloudy due to drinking the devil's blood, gradually became clear after the not-so-loud voice rang out.

"who is it?"

Chattar, the actual ruler of the Pengao Palace and a partner of Kali's followers, was startled by the sudden voice. He asked in shock and anger, and twisted his head anxiously, looking for the owner of the voice.

The believers and slaves were also confused by the changes in the temple. They looked around, searching for uninvited guests who did not belong to the temple.

This is obviously not difficult. That powerful presence cannot be ignored even with eyes closed.

A figure who had entered from an unknown entrance stood in mid-air, with his hands folded across his chest, looking down at the statue of Lord Kali with contempt.

The masculine and handsome face, the strong and muscular body, are like the images of gods carved by medieval artists with all their efforts. Just by standing there, one can feel the grandeur and sacredness beyond imagination.

"Holy, holy, holy..."

The sound that did not spread in the air faintly resounded in the souls of the people. It was the echo of the believers' devout prayers.

"God!"

The slaves shouted out subconsciously.

As soon as I saw that figure, I would think: That is God, without a doubt. "God!"

Even Kali's followers could not help but have the same thought, and with expressions of despair and anger, they shouted as if cursing.

"god?"

Chatar took a step back, his face turned pale, and he grabbed the arm of High Priest Mora with his right hand.

"Maura, that's..."

Chatar's voice was extremely dry and hoarse, as if even speaking had become very difficult. His eyeballs kept shaking, his body was stiffer than wood, and every inch of hair on his body told of his fear.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Indiana, bound by chains, coughed up filthy demonic blood. He strained his head back, looking at Wen Lie with a gaze that contained confusion, shock, and even admiration, but not fanaticism. He turned to look at Chatar, "Hey, Chatar. The God of the Jews, the God of the Christians, the God of the Catholics, the God of Islam—the Triune God. That's right! He's the God you want to defeat. He's appeared, according to your wishes. So, what are you still hesitating about?"

Indiana's voice revealed a mixture of sarcasm and excitement. Yes, as an archaeologist, he had already identified the identity of the god.

The Egyptian pantheon, the Roman pantheon, the Greek pantheon, the Babylonian pantheon, the Celtic pantheon, the Norse pantheon, the Germanic pantheon, and the Slavic pantheon, the belief in the god that caused the decline of these pantheons, which has nothing to do with Hinduism but is now threatened to be abandoned, who else could it be but the supreme God?
High Priest Mora was stiff all over, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Bragging is one thing, but asking him to arm wrestle with the Christian God? Come on, he's not crazy yet.

"By consuming the godhead of Kali, my power should be further enhanced, right?"

The young man standing in the air was laughing and talking to himself. He kept laughing, as if he had encountered something happy. The smile on his face never disappeared, and a cheerful and happy mood emanated from him.

The pull of Qi made the believers and slaves smile.

High Priest Mora laughed happily and said, "How is that possible? You evil god! Pagan devil! You will never be allowed to defile the goddess Kali!"

Maura's voice was a roar filled with rage, her face showed genuine joy, and her eyes were filled with intense fear.

What god? God? Jehovah? Christ? Allah? He was clearly the number one evil god! He had destroyed countless pantheons and faiths, his followers losing their true identity and turning to him as the true god, just as he was now, distorting his body.

Great terror eroded Mora's heart. He was afraid that his faith in Goddess Kali would be distorted. Not only his body but also his soul would feel happy for this evil god.

The young man in the sky didn't even glance at Mora, as if he couldn't hear her. No! It should be said that even if he heard her, he wouldn't care. Words without value couldn't enter his mind.

He stretched out his palm towards the idol of Kali, and bright light flowed out from his palm like a dazzling galaxy.

"Oh!"

The Kali idol cracked.

Sensing the fatal crisis, the terrifying goddess woke up from her slumber. With a slight tremor, pieces of solid shell fell off the statue, revealing the deathly gray skin. A cobra slowly twisted its body at the wrist, radiating a resentful look at the young man.

The messy hair like bristles stretched out like a peacock, piercing the rocks on the surface of the body. The stone layer fell from the face, revealing a ferocious blue face that was more terrifying than the statue.

She opened her eyes, and her ferocious gaze revealed an aura that symbolized death. A sense of the power of creation and destruction arose spontaneously, and her majestic momentum turned into raging waves, rushing madly in all directions.

The underground temple began to shake violently, but it was not the rocks and buildings that shook, but the space in which the underground temple was located. The terrifying aura of Goddess Kali was so powerful that even the space trembled.

(End of this chapter)