Those time travelers that year

Faced with the monkey's radiant, nuclear-peaceful light, imbued with profound Buddhist (physical) wisdom, the Lord of Storms revealed the depth of a powerful deity. Even though the Pantheon's ironclad rule of neutrality prevented him from launching a counterattack, he was still a powerful deity, not Heim who was knocked to the point of vomiting blood with a single blow, nor his own weak, useless god who was killed with a single blow.

So when faced with the monkey's incoming fist, dazzling lightning appeared in front of the Lord of Storms. The howling wind and thunder could not be displayed in the form of attacks, but they were transformed into layers of defense, blocking the monkey's fist.

Then there is no more...

It's been said that most of these gods don't even meet the basic knowledge standards of a modern elementary school student, with the Lord of Storms being one of them. After all, he's just an alternate account, a second account created by some idiotic, powerful deity; you can't really expect anything from him.

While storms are indeed terrifying natural disasters, they pale in comparison to man-made catastrophes. Faced with the radiant brilliance of nuclear peace, the storms and thunder summoned by the Lord of Storms could only delay the attack for a fraction of a second before being utterly blasted through.

Then, a fist carrying endless glory landed on the Storm Lord's face, knocking him to the ground, followed by a burst of light.

The so-called "Military Way Killing Fist - Modified? WCJ J Nuclear Peace Iron Fist," while sounding absurd and having absolutely nothing to do with the so-called Military Way Killing Fist, demonstrates just how unscientific the monkey Ciel summoned in his moment of recklessness truly was.

The moment the monkey unleashed its punch, atoms began to change, releasing a massive amount of energy and radiation. In an instant, a temperature of tens of millions of Kelvin was formed at the tip of the fist, and the pressure increased to billions of atmospheres, emitting high-temperature, high-pressure plasma. Logically, at such high temperatures, almost all matter would be unable to maintain its original form, but the monkey's fist remained completely unharmed; not even a single hair was singed. Conversely, upon contact with the Storm Lord's defenses, the high-temperature, high-pressure plasma in the area of ​​the monkey's fist rapidly expanded outwards, emitting light radiation and shockwaves.

This rendered the defense created by the powerful god of the Storm Lord completely ineffective, as it was easily breached, followed by a punch that slammed down with terrifying energy.

It is said that Siddhartha (Shakyamuni) sought liberation from the suffering of birth, old age, sickness, and death through meditation and contemplation. He eventually attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, realized the Dharma, and transcended the world to become a Buddha. A celestial demon descended to obstruct his path, but was transformed by the Buddha's light manifested by his Dharma body.

Nowadays, while the monkey might not be able to subdue a demon with Buddha's light like the Buddha, he could still "reform" a bandit leader with the brilliance of a nuclear explosion. This fist, full of persuasion, carrying profound Buddhist teachings (energy) and endless Buddha's light (radiation), smashed into the face of the Lord of Storms, emitting an even more dazzling light.

Boom...

The Lord of Storms, seated on the throne of the Pantheon, was thus sent to the Western Paradise by this 'converting' punch. The throne beneath him, too, collapsed and shattered under this boundless 'conversion,' turning to ashes.

"Aaaaah..." A scream rang out, but unfortunately it wasn't from the Lord of Storms, who had already ascended to the Western Paradise. The source of this scream was Gruush, also a powerful deity. Suddenly, this orc god clutched his face, screaming in agony. Intense radiation had torn his face apart.

This scene left all the gods present, who were not on the monkey's side, dumbfounded.

Without a word, the monkey punched the Storm Lord to the ground, and the Storm Lord, too, happily headed towards his demise under the monkey's fist... But what happened to Gewush? Wasn't the Storm Lord in trouble? How come this guy is in trouble too?!

Of course, some quick-thinking gods immediately realized that the Lord of Storms and the Orc God were actually the same person...

This is news as big as a magnitude 12 earthquake. In the past, this fact would have shocked all the gods and even caused a balance of power among all the gods in the country.

But now, none of this makes any sense.

At least when facing that punch, which utterly crushed, shattered, ended, and destroyed a powerful god, it meant absolutely nothing.

One of the most powerful gods, Talos, the lord of the raging gods and the lord of storms, fell on this day. The cause of his death was that he was "transformed" by the radiance of nuclear peace, and thus ascended to the Western Paradise.

In the plane of Heart of Fury, following the collapse of the Lich God Veshalun's divine kingdom, the Storm Lord's divine kingdom, which was at the core of the entire plane, also began to crumble. A radiant light representing nuclear peace shone from the Storm Lord's divine kingdom, tearing it in two. Countless supplicants and believers, unable even to utter a wail or scream, were converted by the boundless Buddhist light, along with the gods they worshipped.

This powerful deity, who had ravaged the land for countless years, could not escape his end on this day. Like his protégé, Visharun, his divine body crumbled, his divine fire extinguished, and a sudden appearance of a silver starry sky opened a portal to the astral realm known as the Tomb of the Gods. The divine kingdom belonging to the Lord of Storms disintegrated at this moment, and he, along with its ruler, was pulled into eternal slumber.

But an even more devastating catastrophe was yet to come. With the demise of the powerful divine force, a large chunk of the Heart of Fury's plane was severed. This brought about a second catastrophe: the plane's collapse caused the remaining Fury gods to roar in terror. Torn spaces stretched across the Heart of Fury; having lost its core pillar of powerful divine force, the entire plane faced its end and destruction.

Left with no other choice, the surviving raging gods had to risk damaging their divine kingdoms, tearing through space and time to separate their realms from the heart of rage.

But doing so also meant the demise of the Furious pantheon.

637. A kind smile

Unlike the original script, the fact that the Lord of Storms and the Orcish chief god were the same person was now known to all the gods. Similarly, Ger'Ush completely lost his identity as the Lord of Storms. However, this was of little use. This time, it wasn't due to his failed attack on the Elven kingdom, so not only did the Requiem event not occur, but Ger'Ush also lost his identity for nothing and was incidentally caught off guard by the monkeys, receiving a blast of divine light (radiation).

This is a Buddha's light (radiation) powerful enough to annihilate any normal living being. Before such a level of Buddha's light (radiation), even those ancient dragons are nothing but dust. It must be said that this is truly a powerful deity; the Buddha's light (radiation) that is enough to kill the entire biosphere has only caused disfigurement.

However, being disfigured is better than being dead. At least after the monkey used a punch imbued with profound Buddhist teachings and light to deliver the Lord of Storms, the entire Pantheon became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

For the surviving, furious gods, this scene was like a death sentence. After all, bound by the rules of the Pantheon, every god who successfully achieved godhood would automatically have an avatar and a seat here. But the problem was, this was an absolutely neutral zone; a full-blown fight was not allowed here.

However, this almost absolute restriction is not a big deal to monkeys. In this situation, staying here means waiting to die.

However, it must be said that there are still smart people. After a brief comparison of the differences between them and the success rate of resistance, sometimes giving up may not be a bad choice.

Just as almost all the gods were astonished by the monkey's actions and fell into a deathly silence, Mara, the god of the hunt who was originally one of the raging gods and was suspected to be the illegitimate son of the Lord of Nature and the Goddess of the Earth, suddenly shone brightly, attracting everyone's attention.

Amidst a chorus of surprised and incredulous gazes, Mara, a lesser deity, dimmed, and the throne beneath him, representing his lesser divine status, began to crack.

Meanwhile, outside the Pantheon, as the plane of the Heart of Fury collapsed and was destroyed, the remaining gods of Fury had forcibly separated their divine kingdoms from the plane on the verge of destruction and floated outside the plane.

At that very moment, the divine kingdom of Mara, the god of the hunt, suddenly erupted with intense light, and without warning, the entire kingdom smashed open a spatial rift. At the cost of burning the divine power of his entire kingdom, Mara, the god of the hunt, wielded his realm, breaking through countless spatial rifts and charging directly towards the prime material world.

Within the entire divine kingdom, all the supplicants and holy spirits transformed into 'fuel' and burned fiercely at this moment. The inexhaustible divine power that was transformed dragged the entire divine kingdom, broke through the obstacles, and descended to the outside of the main material world.

Such a violent eruption caused the entire divine kingdom to begin to disintegrate and shatter, eventually transforming into a meteor shower that reflected in the night sky of the prime material world.

After this divine kingdom was completely shattered, the figure representing Mara in the Pantheon vanished completely. Along with Mara's avatar, the throne representing the god of the hunt also disappeared in a deafening roar.

Mara, one of the original raging gods and the god of the hunt, sacrificed his divine status by destroying his own divine kingdom. He voluntarily relinquished his divine identity and, as a saint, fell into the material world.

This incredibly decisive style, this ruthless self-discipline, stunned everyone. At this moment, even Amannata, who already had some understanding of Mara's identity, couldn't help but think—'This child is so ruthless and resolute, it's terrifying.'

"...What a ruthless tactic!" Even the monkey was genuinely amazed by Mara, the God of the Hunt, for his successful maneuver of shooting the first bird to stick its head out. Mara's guess was right; the monkey couldn't enter the Prime Material World. After all, even as an avatar, with the support of his main body, his power surpassed that of these gods. This meant the monkey couldn't go to the Prime Material World at all. But it didn't matter; the monkey knew that someone playing 'PUBG' had already left pawns there.

"Alright! This guy brought a good omen..." The monkey shook his head and turned his gaze to the other gods. "The rest of you, what do you choose? Either I, Old Sun, will use Buddha's light to send you to the Western Paradise right now, or you obediently stay at home. If anyone dares to interfere with the affairs below, I will chop off your hands."

"Of course, you still have one last option, which is to learn from this dark-skinned guy and refuse to work as a mule... After all, I really can't go to the mortal world."

And so, the monkey revealed a benevolent (and ferocious) smile to the stunned group of gods.

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For the material world, this night was later recorded in history as the 'Second Calamity of the Saints'. Of course, this is an exaggeration, since this time, not many gods actually fell to earth, at least not like the First Calamity of the Saints, where almost all named gods were swept away.

However, unlike the first Calamity of the Saints, this calamity is even more terrifying.

If the first Holy Tribulation was a punishment of the gods by the supreme god (actually a script), then this one signifies the complete end of the gods' glory.

After the fall of the Lich God Vesharun, another powerful deity perished in the kingdom. This time, it was the very senior Storm Lord. One can only imagine the immense spiritual blow suffered by the barbarian tribes who worshipped him after his demise.

This also meant the disintegration of the raging gods. Following them was Mara, the god of the hunt, who became the first deity to descend as a saint during this catastrophe. This led to several weaker or minor deities falling from their divine realms one after another, forced to descend into the material world as saints.

Of course, there's nothing we can do about it.

Compared to powerful deities, even those who have become representatives of the Force without relying on faith may not need it. However, for weak and minor deities, the severing of their faith could very likely cause them to weaken over time, eventually leading to their demise in the astral plane.

In this perilous moment when the powerful gods were utterly helpless, even struggling to survive themselves, and the supreme god was nowhere to be found, these deities, in their desperate attempt to live, were no different from mortals. While those of medium strength hesitated, the weaker and least powerful among them practically fled the kingdom of the gods without hesitation, willing to abandon all dignity in order to struggle for survival.

However, these gods who descended once again in the form of saints were unaware that in the material world, the hunters who were hunting them were already impatient.

638. The Saint

This is a crazy age, a new wave of turmoil following the Calamity of the Saints. As the stars that shone brightly in the night sky shattered one by one, turning into meteor showers streaking across the heavens, the entire material world was thrown into turmoil.

Not long has passed since the first Calamity of the Saints, and the gods are not capable of erasing such a shameful event in such a short time. To some ordinary people who are content with their lot, these events are nothing more than absurd stories told by poets. However, to certain organizations or individuals, the Calamity of the Saints is nothing more than a vivid memory of the past.

Now, the stars that represent the glory of the gods are falling, either perishing or shattering, turning into a brilliant meteor shower streaking across the sky. This scene instantly made these people connect what was happening now with the crazy turmoil of the past.

In those times, gods roamed the mortal realm as saints, and mortals could traverse countless distances to slay them and take their place. However, the last sudden upheaval caused many powerful individuals to hesitate, preventing them from participating in that brief yet insane era and ultimately missing out on all opportunities. When many powerful figures finally came to their senses, they discovered that a few lucky scoundrels had coincidentally ascended to godhood—a situation that left these powerful figures utterly bewildered!

However, this time was different. As the meteor fell, many powerful figures immediately recalled the 'feast' that was almost obvious to them in the past. Especially after some 'verification,' they confirmed that a god had indeed been forced to come to the material world in the form of a saint once again.

And so the world was in an uproar once again.

Although this time, unlike the previous disaster that affected almost all the gods, only the weak and lesser divine powers have fallen first, it is still a rare feast for those with ambition.

Throughout the entire realm, all the gods of weak and minor divine power perished at this moment. Their priests, residing in the Prime Material World, lost all their divine magic. Those believers of intermediate divine power, while not losing their magic, experienced a rapid decline in its power, to the point where even healing spells became unusable. Only the priests of great divine power fared relatively better; although their magical power diminished, they retained most of their strength.

Conversely, those priests who had lost their divine powers were reminded of the fear of being dominated by 'peasants' at this moment. Those who had part-time jobs were better off, but those who didn't were all killed with pitchforks by farmers incited by those with ulterior motives.

This was an unfriendly era for clergy, especially since mages discovered that the magic network had no problems. Then, the thoughts that were originally only conceived by legendary figures suddenly spread to all capable mages.

Even knowing their chances were slim, it didn't stop them from fantasizing or giving it a try! After all, weren't the current God of Death and Prince of Lies originally lowly professions? If those lowly professions could succeed, there's no reason why the high and mighty mages shouldn't have even the slightest chance, right?

But in reality, without the protagonist's halo, there's absolutely no chance. It's just that these mages don't take such mystical things to heart; their reliance on luck, especially for these highly intelligent individuals, constantly urges them down the path of self-destruction.

Some of the more ambitious ones have even started to look at those powerful priests with strange eyes... Perhaps, possibly, after a while, those powerful priests will also suffer misfortune! If that's really the case...

Meanwhile, those with ulterior motives, especially the few chief red-robed figures, became incredibly excited upon seeing a large number of weak or low-level divine powers fall.

Although it was unknown whether the fall of these gods was related to the evil god they had conspired with, it didn't stop these red-robed chiefs from taking this opportunity to observe the gods who had become saints. Those saints, who at best possessed legendary or demigod-level combat power, were not taken seriously by these chiefs.

The thought of this made these executives incredibly excited.

The entire Crimson Mage Empire began to rapidly spring into action. Now, not only were the chief masters incredibly excited, but even the ordinary Crimson Mages were brimming with energy. Under the high pressure of the chief masters, few Crimson Mages could rise to prominence. Just as the Crimson Mages constantly exploited their apprentices, the chief masters also relentlessly exploited their subordinates. If, if, they were to be fortunate enough to be favored by fate in this grand feast, wouldn't they be able to escape the shadow of the chief masters?!

With this in mind, these red-robed mages became extremely vigilant, mobilizing all available resources to begin investigating the deities who had descended as saints.

However, at this moment, without anyone knowing, all the chief members in red robes appeared in a secret room. These chief members, who had various disagreements and even grudges with each other, were peacefully at peace as if nothing had happened.

Faced with a grander and more ambitious goal, all grudges can be set aside, especially now that Voban, the god-slayer, has appeared here.

If those harpists were to come here and see this, they would undoubtedly think of all sorts of conspiracies and schemes, and in fact, they are. Otherwise, these seasoned veterans and shrewd old foxes wouldn't be putting on a 'cooperative' act.

"Have all those ambitious guys gone out?" one of the chiefs asked.

"Of course, do you really think we don't know that one or two of them have already groveled before those gods?" A figure sneered. "For power, especially the power to overthrow us chiefs, it's not just one or two who have submitted to the gods... It's just that they're a little foolish. Do they really think we can't detect the stench of being corrupted by the Shadow Demon Net and divine power on them?!"

"The reach of the Dark Night gods is far too far, and so is that of Silvermoon City. But these paper-mounted officials are too naive. Do they really think we don't know about their underhanded dealings? If it weren't for the need to lull these gods into a false sense of security, we would have cleared the area long ago."

"Never mind, it's the same now... At least for now, the gods are too busy to care about themselves, and almost all the weak and inferior divine powers have become prey for ambitious people, hahahahahaha..."

"What a precious opportunity! Everyone probably thinks we're going to join the hunt, completely unaware that we have no intention of chasing our prey like hounds." A beautiful female voice laughed loudly, "...The time for the conferment of godhood is now. Those churches of gods don't have time to cause us trouble. Their masters are about to face great calamity. Let's see if these meddlesome guys still have the time to cause trouble."

639. The Schemer (Part 1)

Inside this secluded chamber, the eight chief red-robed figures were laughing heartily. Everyone had been fooled, including the old, meddlesome Great Sage (gentleman) of Shadow Valley.

All of this didn't require sending anyone out to spread any nonsense or prophecies; all it took was mobilizing those ambitious and restless little guys under my command, and everything went smoothly.

The world will only know that the entire Red Robe Mage Empire mobilized its political and military forces for this turmoil, sending dozens, even hundreds, of official mages to travel the world in search of them. Everyone in the know will believe that they are spying on the gods who have entered the material world and become saints, and that they are looking for their traces in order to kill them and seize their divinity and power.

Based on some prophetic tricks, these chiefs unsurprisingly discovered the frequent movements of their old rivals. In particular, some of the harpists, some of the hidden forces, even began to withdraw from the territory controlled by the red-robed mages and started to track down or hunt down the red-robed mages they had sent out.

Hehehehe… How could the true core strength be dispatched so easily? Those red-robed figures 'entrusted with important tasks' by the eight chiefs were all restless individuals. This included, but was not limited to, those who had already sided with certain gods or something else, some useless individuals caught red-handed accepting bribes from certain organizations, and some genuinely ambitious individuals. The death of these guys would certainly be a crippling blow to the overall strength of the entire Red-Robed Mage Empire, but the chiefs didn't care now.

Throwing these useless guys out as cannon fodder—this diversionary tactic was something that even the meddlesome old sage (gentleman) of Shadow Valley would never have guessed, no matter how hard he racked his brains.

Soon, the renowned 1234 will no longer be a threat to these chiefs. Once they successfully ascend to godhood, even if they are only the lowest-ranking demigods, with their accumulated wealth, would they still be afraid of this old bastard who 'sold himself' to the secret shaman?

So, in this brightly lit secret chamber, the chiefs naturally laughed heartily and raised their glasses to toast each other. Only third-rate schemers would conduct espionage in a dark place; big shots like them wouldn't waste time talking nonsense in a dimly lit place! Naturally, they would hold a banquet, with layers of magical protection, before having their 'secret talks'.

"Hahaha, for our 'wishes' and our future, cheers!" Aznashul, the chief of the Evocation School and the ruthless governor of Praiador Province, laughed loudly and downed his glass of red wine in one gulp. Although among those present was Sazarstan, the chief of the Necromancer School whom he hated most, it was still the same old saying: there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. For the sake of achieving godhood and immortality, any hatred towards Sazarstan could be set aside.

“Of course, we’ll need Lord Voban’s protection soon too!” Leila Rui, the leader of the Protection School who enjoys a decadent lifestyle, glanced at Sasha Dejansdar Voban, who was also present.

"Hahaha, I only care about the 'prey' that arrives, it's not like I'm protecting them..." Voban ignored Leila Rui's provocative expression and sneered inwardly, but on the surface he still pretended to be cheerful and agreed, "If I'm not mistaken, those 'prey' will definitely use all sorts of methods to regain their strength."

“That doesn’t matter…” The lich Sazarstan didn’t touch his wine glass, nor did he need it. He simply said in a dry, cold voice, “No matter how they are restored, they will no longer be gods, but merely saints… However, I believe that for Marquis Voban, none of this matters, does it?”

“After all, this is what I do in this industry!” Voban didn’t say much in response to Sazarstan’s words, but just laughed and joked casually.