I let the genie out of the bottle

A sense of powerlessness rose involuntarily from my heart.

Immediately following was the eruption of lava and flames from the enormous rift.

It can shake mountains, melt rocks, and even completely melt the toughest steel in flames.

Because this is the judgment of the Lord who symbolizes everything on the "unrighteous".

In the Bible, all people are a piece of paper, and "sin" is the black spot on that paper.

Only by eliminating all sins can one become a "righteous person".

"Disobedient Sun Wukong! You are a sinner who has committed numerous evils, believed in heretical religions, and brought many difficulties to the world! Accept your judgment!"

Lu Ye spoke in a solemn and righteous voice.

Lava and flames surged toward the disheveled figure in an instant.

Lu Ye's power had long surpassed that of the disobedient Sun Wukong.

Even if he could use the incomplete Covenant of the Last King, he still couldn't change that.

“Ua ...

A heart-wrenching scream came from the mouth of the monkey that did not follow.

Normally, given Sun Wukong's unyielding spirit, he would not have shown such an ugly side.

However, the flames that are specifically designed to punish sinners will have a greater attack power and cause more pain to the sinners they are accused of, especially if the sins they are accused of are more serious.

If he had already become the Victorious Fighting Buddha, even if he did not follow the Victorious Fighting Buddha, then his suffering might be less, since his sin might only be "serving heretics".

However, as a demon god before the journey to the West, Sun Wukong's crimes were countless.

Therefore, his resilience, which is unique to steel, and his will are completely meaningless when faced with this burning sensation deep in his soul!

The bronze tendons and iron bones, forged in the alchemy furnace according to mythology, are now slowly melting at a fairly steady pace under the flames of judgment!

"The Bible system is indeed a rather domineering system."

Lu Ye's lips curled slightly as he spoke softly.

In terms of both reach and impact, the Bible is undoubtedly the most powerful mythology in the world.

In the Bible, "the Lord" has no adversary.

Even in ancient Greek mythology, Zeus, in his later stages of development, was only described as "Zeus is in the sky, and the other gods are on the ground; Zeus can pull them up with a rope."

As for the Lord in the Bible, apart from Him, the existence of other beings in the Bible is meaningless to Him.

In the Bible, Lu Ye chose the template of "Enoch" instead of directly choosing "the Lord".

After all, if he were to truly follow the description in the Bible, he simply couldn't apply that Lord's template directly to himself.

Therefore, what he needs to do now is to improve his own standards step by step, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

At the same time, because "Enoch becoming Metatron" is considered false in many worlds, the template he embodies is unique.

Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die.

Even if he can imitate the Lord and create a "Lord's" template for himself, if he really follows that Lord's template, then one day he will lose the path to continue to progress.

Furthermore, they could never reach even that master's level.

However, Enoch's path was one he forged step by step by learning the form of the Lord's existence; it was a path he decided for himself.

"Ughhhhhh—! I, Old Sun, will never admit defeat! Never!" Bound by chains and burned by flames, the defiant Sun Wukong roared, his fiery eyes filled with a tyrannical aura.

Immediately afterwards, his head, arms, and torso swelled up rapidly in an incongruous manner.

In the blink of an eye, it had reached a height of nearly twenty meters.

The chains were still wrapped around his body, digging deep into his body as he rapidly swelled, almost cutting him into pieces, but he didn't care.

"Monster! Watch me smash you into mincemeat with one slap!" The enraged demon ape roared, and its golden palm struck down without any mercy, seemingly ignoring the divine ancestor beside Lu Ye.

"Ha, it really is a desperate struggle." Lu Ye lowered his eyelids, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Well then, I'll respond to your vehement resistance."

Lu Ye said this, his dazzling golden eyes appearing extremely holy.

Worldview – Unfold.

Lu Ye silently recited in his heart.

His expression remained unchanged as the giant palm of the defiant Sun Wukong descended.

Even Athena, who was beside her, was the same.

“Here, I shall transform into—” The sacred and solemn words slowly escaped Lu Ye’s lips.

Behind him, seventy-two wings slowly coalesced into a physical form.

Like holy light, and like divine fire.

That face remained ordinary, yet it subtly revealed the signs of a lifetime.

He stands here, his feet firmly planted on the earth, his back to the sky.

“—Metatron!” Lu Ye slowly added to his previous words.

The gigantic Sun Wukong suddenly felt that the sunlight above his head was being blocked by something.

The hymns echoing in his ears also confused him about the current situation.

He raised his head blankly and saw the enormous face that blotted out the sky.

Then, Lu Ye, with an indifferent expression, lightly pressed down with a blazing and sacred flame burning in one hand.

Sun Wukong, who refused to comply, returned to mythology.

"So--"

Having returned to his original state, Lu Ye looked at the God Ancestor Gneville with a kind smile on his face.

"Let's discuss the matter of the Last King."

The ancestor of the gods was trembling.

Chapter 162 Want to find the Last King? If so, go for it!

"Is the master's sleeping place not on the earth, but on a floating island above the neon lights?"

Upon hearing Lu Ye's answer, the God Ancestor Gnevel murmured softly, his expression instantly becoming complicated.

She lowered her head slightly, letting her golden hair fall in front of her face, obscuring her expression, and remained silent for a long time, exuding a somewhat gloomy aura.

"I understand," the Divine Ancestor replied softly—in a trembling voice, almost on the verge of tears—and then bowed slightly to Lu Ye.

"I am deeply grateful for your guidance. Without you, I would never have been able to think of this on my own—I would never have been able to fulfill my wish to awaken the king from his slumber."

She had already searched this land of Japan.

Her lips twitched, as if she were trying to force a smile, and then she tried to speak in a calm tone.

After the Last King completes his mission, he will choose a place to sleep. At that time, the savior sword he holds will turn into a decaying form and remain there.

During his search for the Last King, Guinevere has discovered several decaying divine swords on the earth, but the Last King is not in those places; those are merely places where the Last King once slept.

With this mindset, as long as one searches the entire land, one day the traces of the Last King will be found—with this mindset, she will never be able to complete her mission.

Although Lu Ye didn't tell her the exact location, but only gave her a hint, he broke her preconceived notions and narrowed down the search area to a very small range.

However, this fact also means that—

"It seems you already guessed it." Lu Ye glanced at the God Ancestor Gneville with a mixture of coldness and pity, shook his head, and let out a sigh.

Although he didn't know whether his pity was genuine or merely human hypocrisy.

“Yes.” Guinevere turned around, her back to Lu Ye and Athena, her two enemies.

Then, he raised his head, seemingly looking at the sky.

“Our master does not wish to be awakened from his slumber.”

The Divine Ancestor spoke in a weak voice.

"He was probably exhausted."

After so many years of hard work and so many losses, just when I was finally getting close to my goal, I received this answer.

She suddenly felt that her own existence was somewhat unreal.

"So, are you still going to wake that guy up?" Lu Ye asked with a smile, his eyes filled with deep malice.

Guinevere shuddered slightly, realizing that the question was quite difficult to answer.

Should one fulfill the loyalty that has been upheld for countless years, or should one grant the wishes of one's master and let him continue to sleep?

Choose between "loyalty" and "loyalty", and between "compassion" and "compassion".

She felt she couldn't answer.

"At least, it's a kind of feigned pity on my part; you can take it as hypocrisy."

Lu Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly.

"If you cannot make a choice and cannot bear to awaken your master, then I hereby allow you to abandon your mission."

“You don’t need to personally end that guy’s dream. I’ll take on this task myself, how about that?” Lu Ye asked in a gentle tone.

Although he had a smile on his face, there was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Thank you for your presence, but there's no need." The Divine Ancestor turned around, glanced into Lu Ye's eyes, and then bowed again with restraint.

At this moment, she was quite well-behaved.

Perhaps it was because they had witnessed Lu Ye's power, or perhaps it was because they had already achieved their goal.

"Though my heart is filled with pain, it is my long-standing mission and my duty as a subject to awaken my master. Your Excellency only needs to wait for my lord to awaken. When that time comes, my lord's power will surely bring you a thrilling battle."

The young god-ancestor lifted the hem of her skirt with her two small hands, nodded slightly, and spoke softly with an elegant posture.

She had long since run out of other options.

In any case, her master would be awakened from his sweet dream—this was something she had just realized.

The powerful, monstrous figure before them would certainly not allow a sword bearing the title of the Last King to hang above his head.

Moreover, for some purpose, he will inevitably awaken his master and attempt to defeat him.

Since that's the case, then I'll personally complete the mission that I've been striving for for who knows how long.

"Then I'll wait with anticipation," Lu Ye said calmly.

The god-ancestor Gnevel gave a polite smile, bowed again, and then turned around: "Then, Gnevel will take his leave."

"uncle--"

She called out instinctively.

The next moment, the bright expression that God Ancestor Gnevel had been able to maintain suddenly dimmed.

She suddenly realized that the knight who had always protected her had completely returned to mythology.

She exhaled, and her petite body instantly swelled, transforming into a gigantic white dragon, which then flapped its wings and flew away.

"What a pitiful, hateful, and pathetic fellow."

Throughout this process, Athena did not say a word to the god Gnevel, but simply looked at her with indifferent eyes.

And so it was with the ancestral gods who were antagonized by Athena.

Athena only spoke after Guinevere had left.

“Compassion only brings suffering upon oneself; untimely love binds one to a pitiful fate.”

The petite goddess raised her hand, tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ear, and looked on with a sigh.

She would never forgive the traitor who betrayed the Earth Mother's camp, joined the Steel, and served the Steel, but she would feel sorrow for her plight.

"You just said you could awaken the Last King in her place, was that just a pretext to force her to make a choice quickly—" Athena put away her scythe, handed the petrified Kusanagi sword to Lu Ye, and asked with a hint of curiosity, "Or did you really mean that?"

“From beginning to end, I knew that she would never give up on personally awakening the last king.”

Lu Ye reached out and took the Kusanagi Sword. It was just a divine weapon, but the power it contained was completely absorbed in the blink of an eye, turning into ashes.