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"Sheep~ Impotence~" Nasus's second skill.

The dog-headed clone reached out, and a stream of purple spiritual energy landed on the approaching elephant trunk.

That thick, long nose, covered with indescribable things, immediately collapsed limply like a dead snake.

It crashed to the ground with a loud bang, kicking up dust several meters high.

"Looks like you're not up to the task! I suggest you eat more geoduck!"

Before the dog-headed clone could finish speaking, it swung its pickaxe down, delivering a soul-draining blow!

With a "splat," the elephant's trunk burst open, turning into a pulpy mess, and the psionic energy spread, forming a hurricane that raged wildly in all directions.

However, Ganesha is not so easy to defeat!

Just as this one elephant trunk was smashed, three, five, seven... large and small elephant trunks burst out from the ground, their terrifying mandibles with spiraling fangs at the ends aimed at Nasus, trying to suck him dry!

Suddenly, a great light shone in the sky!

Looking up, I saw an Indian man draped in a sheet, floating in the sky, his hands seemingly cradling a floating, dazzling green gemstone, a golden halo shining brightly behind his head...

In this great era of psychic resurgence and the departure of the gods, every power harbors its own ambitions.

And the man before us, Sanja Salta, is the hope of India, the god of the new generation.

The Indians firmly believed that Sangye was the new God-King who would lead them to the pinnacle of the world.

He's a real scoundrel. Countless Indians have died in supernatural events during the psionic resurgence, but he doesn't even glance at them.

He wouldn't make a move unless he was absolutely certain of success.

Now, having absorbed a vast legacy left by the Indian pantheon, he has reached the fifth level of the Bronze Age and has mastered two divine artifacts, finally emerging into the world.

He wanted to make a name for himself in India with a single shot!

There's not much to say about the Bronze Five-Star rating.

India is, after all, one of the four ancient civilizations. Although it has been repeatedly attacked over the past few thousand years, its pantheon is still strong.

Especially after the formation of the Indian pantheon, it defeated Buddhism, which had lost its Buddha Shakyamuni, and forced the Buddhist pantheon to migrate to the East.

Many so-called "gods" have even infiltrated Buddhism, adopting its guise. They're essentially receiving double pay.

The legacy left by the Indian pantheon is still quite substantial.

With the entire nation's resources dedicated to worshipping such a "divinely bestowed" Brahman, and with seven or eight hundred million low-caste and untouchables offering themselves, Sanjay was elevated to Bronze in just a few years, and then the divine legacy was unlocked, upgrading to Bronze V.

His Bronze V rating is a bit low, but it's still Bronze V after all.

A Bronze V player entering a Silver V battle would be like a lantern in the toilet (a metaphor for a fool's errand). Therefore, his confidence stems from the two divine artifacts he possesses.

The halo behind his head is called the Vishnu Myokan Halo.

As mentioned before, India is a region frequently targeted by attackers.

During the Vaishya period, Vishnu was the sun god, but after several wars and changes, he became one of the three principal deities in the Indian pantheon.

Brahma is in charge of "creation", Shiva is in charge of "destruction", and Vishnu is the god of "preservation".

This divine ring possesses the power to "manipulate time"!

Of course, Sangjia can only unleash one percent of the divine ring's power, but it is still a divine artifact and should not be underestimated. Time is an extremely powerful domain.

And the jewel he held was even more extraordinary. It was the Eye of Shiva!

Of course, it can't actually be Shiva's eye. But it does contain Shiva's destructive power.

In Indian mythology, at the edge of the world, Shiva will spew forth a world-destroying flame from his third eye on his forehead, burning the world to ashes.

This is an extremely powerful weapon of destruction!

This is also Sanga's biggest trump card, requiring the combined power of the nation's low-caste and untouchable people's faith and prayers to activate Shiva's Eye.

Sangjia believed that with these two divine artifacts, he would be invincible in the surface world.

Sangjia stared down.

The elephant-headed evil god before us, who has devoured millions of people, was already recorded in the divine scrolls. This is an enemy that must be eliminated.

As for that dog-headed deity who had already fallen behind in the battle and whose origins were unknown, he could be recruited as a guardian deity.

After all, to rebuild the glory of the Indian pantheon, he still needs some followers.

So, give it a chance, and hopefully it will cherish it.

At this moment, several airplanes are taking aerial photos high in the sky.

They wanted to spread the story of Sangja's heroic deeds in vanquishing demons throughout the nation, reinforcing the faith of those of lower castes and untouchables. It also served as a declaration of India's resurgence!

At this moment, Sangjia floated in the air, like a true god, his whole body radiating divine brilliance, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

He lowered his eyes, suppressing the indescribable joy in his heart, and deliberately lowered his voice to appear very authoritative, but his voice could be heard for miles around.

"You elephant-headed demon! Shiva spared your life out of pity, but you have not repented and have committed such a heinous crime. You must not be spared now!"

"Remember! The one who will destroy you is the great god Sanja Salta, who inherited the Indian pantheon!"

The dog-headed clone was about to unleash its ultimate attack when this unexpected turn of events occurred.

With a quick glance, the dog not only refrained from unleashing its full power but also withdrew its spiritual energy. It was quickly "outmatched" and overwhelmed by the dozens of elephant trunks that had burrowed out of the ground.

Doge, doge, you have to play it safe. First, sniff around in the toilet to get some experience; only by surviving can you make a comeback!

Chapter 506 Please Call Me the Desert Reaper

The dog head chose the dog.

That Sangjia God displayed great divine power.

He was told to stretch his body in the air, swing his arms and legs, bend his knees and raise them high, making a gesture of holding a lotus flower in his hands, and then dance to music that seemed to come from nowhere in the void!

That's incredibly hot!

Meanwhile, in India, tens of millions of people in dozens of cities and towns were organized to pray in front of various temples and shrines.

The statues and murals in those temples have all been altered.

Now Sangjia stands in the center position, receiving various divine artifacts symbolizing divine power from the hands of various great gods.

The people chanted the name of the god Sangja, which had only twenty-odd syllables, and danced to the music that seemed to come from nowhere.

Everyone, regardless of age or gender, was burning!

The dance moves of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even tens of millions of people across the country were so synchronized, and the expressions on their faces were so happy and peaceful, as if they had seen themselves reincarnated into a high caste and beginning to enjoy happiness.

In fact, India did a good job this time, surprisingly avoiding any mishaps. They secretly purged the die-hards and spread the faith of the deity Sangja through gifts of eggs, rice, flour, and oil. The results were remarkable!

After years of preparation, the beliefs of most parts of India were changed in a short period of time.

Even the crime rate among the toughest people has dropped significantly; if someone commits a crime, they'll be chopped off, which shows they're serious about it.

Because no country paid much attention to this place, and no one expected that there would be such a way of proselytizing with rice, flour, and cooking oil, the conversion of hundreds of millions of people's faith was completed without attracting anyone's attention or vigilance!

At this moment, Sangjia's spiritual energy was insufficient, but with the blessing of millions of devout believers, this dance of the gods in the void possessed immense power.

Even the ever-surging waves of the psionic sea calmed down!

Even the tyrannical elephant-headed god, who feeds on flesh and blood, gradually lost his senses during the divine dance.

Countless colorful psionic energies spread outwards from Sangjia into the void in concentric circles, creating a mesmerizing scene.

The elephant-headed god was indeed captivated! His trunk drooped, and copious amounts of bright red saliva flowed from his mouth…

The dog-headed clone was entangled and enveloped by a dozen or twenty terrifying elephant trunk tentacles.

But actually, the thirteen layers of the wedding gown's psionic shield around her body were firmly holding her up. And she was also wearing the Pegasus Cloth, so how could she possibly suffer the slightest harm?

However, he was stunned at this moment.

Zhao Hao: That's it? That's it? You've got some serious bragging rights. A self-proclaimed "Great God of Sangjia," and you call yourself a great god by performing the Swallow Dance for others? Don't you feel ashamed?

Sangjia, after all, possessed a bronze body and wielded silver power; it was already quite an achievement that he could control Ganesha through dancing, a method with minimal side effects.

However, he was thoroughly scorned by Zhao Hao, who was watching the show with amusement.

Zhao Hao was genuinely worried that if he couldn't defeat the elephant-headed creature, it might transform in a fit of rage and do something provocative in women's clothing. After all, Indian mythology has a history of transformations.

Then think of Zeus on Mount Olympus, who not only slept with both men and women, but also with animals...

However, Sangjia was, after all, a divine child nurtured from childhood, and he still had his pride.

They don't care about dancing; it's a traditional skill, but they wouldn't stoop to the level of transformation.

In fact, Sangjia had already begun to move. He continued dancing, his expression completely absorbed. But then, a pair of arms sprouted from his back, each carrying a bow and arrow.

A golden arrow of light shot silently toward the forehead of Ganesha!

bingo!

Sangjia's face lit up with joy, but something was wrong!

Then, a mouth suddenly sprouted from the elephant-headed god's forehead, its tusks biting down hard on the arrowhead! The golden arrow shattered.

The sneak attack failed, and all that dancing was for nothing.

That's hundreds of thousands, even millions of people jumping together! The scene is so grand! How can you not be fascinated?

Millions of people are doing the Yanwu dance and you don't even glance at it? Don't you find it an eyesore? What kind of mental fortitude do you have?

However, Sangjia was still too young, only in his twenties, and had only been called a god for a year or two; he was too naive. He actually tried to understand the gods using human thinking.

That elephant-headed god isn't human either!

Do you think your Yanwu will even work? Do you even know what He likes to watch? Maybe He likes cute little eagles covered in noses?

Ganesha thwarted the opponent's seductive sneak attack and immediately retaliated.

Dozens of elephant trunks, covered with sharp teeth and pustules in their eyes, rose from the ground, instantly turning the mountain into a swaying forest of trunks.

The countless elephant trunks intertwined and shot into the sky, like pillars supporting the heavens, rushing towards Sangjia, who was hundreds of meters in the air.

The dog-headed clone lay in the pit watching the spectacle.

"Slap him! Slap him in the face!"

"Yes! Kick him hard! Kick him in the groin!"

"Tear off his nose!"