My mother's love song

Mahakali, the last deity who absorbed all the divinities of India, finally exercised her duties as the sole deity for the first time.

The goddess herself transformed into rays, billions, and countless rays of light, rising into the sky and spreading across the top of the sky, and then the light fell like a meteor.

Those beautiful shooting stars that shine with star-like brilliance are all Mahakali.

As countless wishing stars return to the earth, a new cycle of Indian mythology [Yuga] is officially launched.

When people wake up tomorrow morning, they will find that the gods they believe in have returned to the Indian sky.

Because the Almighty Goddess exhausted her divine power to resurrect the Three Gods and divided the power of "creation", "maintenance" and "destruction" among them.

When people wake up tomorrow morning, they will find that the monsters that have been ravaging the earth have gradually disappeared, and the farmlands where no vegetation can grow will be green again.

Because the Almighty Goddess sacrificed herself to resurrect Indra, the king of gods, and all the gods, and divided her power and divine duties among the gods.

According to the new laws brought by Kali, the Indian era of gods was reset.

Whether it is the history of this planet or all the parallel universes, this miracle has never been realized.

Mahakali reopened the ended Indian mythology and completed "a resurrection at the civilization level."

I seem to have heard this somewhere.

"Miracles are not free. If you pray for hope, you will spread an equal amount of despair. Only in this way can the positive and negative balance each other and maintain the balance of the world."

This statement has been proven countless times in Indian mythology.

Now, the huge miracle has produced equally huge consequences, and Kali has been burdened with the corresponding "curse".

The content of the curse was that she would lose her body forever and would never be able to be together with her beloved husband.

The manifestation of this ugly curse is just like the story of the creation of the Hindu goddess sect.

The origin of Parvati, Durga and Kali, the Mother of the Universe, Sakti, has no entity and is a goddess who forever wanders in the imaginary space.

Suffering the curse of creation, destruction and reincarnation, Mahakali also died on her wedding night.

But she did not die, but became the Supreme Brahman [the Universal Law itself].

Later, the husband of the Supreme Goddess searched countless universes and finally found a perfect body [container] for her.

The two of them broke the curse and had a cliché ending with a happy ending

Just treat it as a sequel to the movie, well, I won’t waste any more words on it.

Long-lost chapter push:

Chapter 819 How can I not have a party when I arrive in Greece? A big team building with the goddess W sisters~

In the center of the Great Temple of Glory, a deep female voice continued to echo.

"Om, satchitananda, parabrahma"

"Purushothama, paramatma"

"Sri bhagavathi, sametha"

"Sri bhagavathe, namaha"

The voice was terrifying, chanting the supreme language that spoke of the essence of the universe.

The limbs reflected on the wall by the magical light were like countless poisonous snakes, swaying continuously.

The goddess stood in the center of the temple, chanting the fundamental mantra while dancing passionately.

The naked and delicate feet take provocative dance steps, and the plump and graceful body dances passionately.

The goddess' skin is a naturally bright blue color, full of magic.

The third eye on the goddess' forehead is like a glass gem, shining brightly.

The chest, waist, abdomen and buttocks are fully exposed... the graceful curves like a gourd are dancing under the thin fabric that fits tightly against the body.

Beads of sweat appeared on the slender legs and ten arms, reflecting a slight flash of light.

No matter how provocative the goddess's body is and how no man can look away, there is not a trace of obscenity in her dance.

Rather than saying that the goddess is dancing a sacred dance, it is better to say that it is full of power.

That is the dance of the goddess that encompasses all the feminine forces of the three thousand universes.

But

"Ah...it seems to be different from what I imagined."

Ningjigal in the corner of the temple frowned: "I thought that if the child danced, the ground would shake with her steps!"

Inanna, who was standing with her back against the wall, also nodded in agreement: "Yes, from the legends I know, the dance of the goddess Kali should be a dance that tramples the earth and even destroys the world."

Legend has it that when the goddess Kali destroys the world, her husband Shiva will appear at the goddess' feet.

In Indian mythology, after slaughtering the demons, the goddess of destruction Kali was so excited that she couldn't help but dance. However, because she stepped on the ground too hard, the world collapsed, and the gods were very worried about this.

At this time, Shiva appeared and lay down at the feet of the goddess, using himself as a cushion, and Kali gradually regained consciousness.

So when Durga transformed into Kali and began to dance, the goddesses thought she was going to summon her husband by dancing and crushing the world.

By recreating mythological stories, it goes against the grain, establishes cause and effect, and thus becomes the basis for summoning.

However, it seems to be different from what I imagined.

Kali did not intend to summon her beloved boy by destroying the world.

Although her dance is indeed full of power, it is not just the power of destruction, but also includes the three-phase power of creation and maintenance.

After all, the Kali in the temple is a different Kali from the one in Indian mythology.

She is the perfect goddess [Maka Kali] who once swallowed up all the Indian divinities.

She is the Supreme Being [Supreme Brahman] who ultimately sacrificed herself to achieve creationism.

Moreover, the person the goddess wants to summon is not "Shiva who received love from Sati" in Indian mythology, but "her husband [Lord] who taught Kali love."

"Hahahaha! Uwahahahaha!"

For a full quarter of an hour, as the mantras and calls echoed in the hall, the goddess' dance gradually became more and more popular.

Her voice became louder and louder.

"Om satchitananda, parabrahma"

"Purushothama, paramatma"

"Sri bhagavathi, sametha"

"Sri bhagavathe, namaha"

"Hari om tat sat"

"Hari om tat sat"

Mahamaya chanted loudly.

At this time, the goddesses and priestesses who were watching finally realized that the Kali Dance was not about destroying the world nor was it a summoning ritual.

She was trying to awaken her husband from his eternal sleep through dance.

Through Kali's own almighty power of Maka, and the bond between her and Rhodes.

Even though at this moment Rhode was in another distant and desolate universe outside the universe

The goddess also believes that her "love" will eventually be conveyed.

This seemingly impossible thing seems to be a matter of course to Kali, the origin of the universe [Supreme Brahman].

"Ah! Convey it! Convey it! Convey my thoughts!"

Anyway, in the next moment

The boy who had disappeared from the seat record arrived in this Atlantic Lostbelt.

A dazzling flash of light pierced the entire temple, and a whirlwind blew up the goddesses' long hair.

Then, everyone present felt the overwhelming magical power and the familiar and friendly breath.

"How……"

Ningigale, Inanna, Altria, Fujino, and Haruli all widened their eyes.

They stared intently at the figure that appeared before Kali.

A young man with black hair, red eyes, a slender figure, wearing Greek clothes and a halo on his head

The mechanical savior has once again descended upon the last Olympus.

“Rod…!”

Ten arms as thin as lotus roots tightly wrapped around the boy's body, pressing his soft body tightly against it.

"Oh, is that Kali? Thank you for waking me up. I knew you would bring me back to this world."

Rhodes stroked her silver hair with a smile, and the most ferocious and terrifying goddess stuck out her tongue like a puppy and licked his fingers affectionately.

As a bloodthirsty goddess, she feels the body temperature of her beloved in this strange way.

“Hahaha, it’s so itchy, Kali… but it’s very comfortable, hmm.”

at this time

"Rod! You're finally back!"

"Ningjigal! I'm back. I'm sorry to have made you worry."

"Yeah... I was so worried! Idiot! You were so messed up. I thought I would never see you again!"

The first person who rushed over and hugged Rhodes was the golden-haired and brown-skinned mistress of the underworld, Ningjigal.

"I'm sorry, I'm also reflecting on it."

"Don't think I'll forgive you just because I say sorry! I definitely won't forgive you this time!"

Ningkigal was already a great goddess with power far exceeding that in her lifetime, but now she hugged the boy's neck and cried like a child.

Next to come was Inanna, the primordial goddess of the sky, who was the two sides of Ningkigal's body.

The silver-haired goddess who was attached to Einzbern crossed her arms, squeezing her plump chest that was full of presence until it bulged, and raised her eyebrows.

"Although I'm not worried about you, but... the child in my body [Philiasviel] is very worried."

"Oh, sorry, sorry... I made you worried, too."

Rhodes grabbed the goddess Inanna's wrist and pulled her close to him.

“Stupid, stupid! That’s why I wasn’t worried about you! It was this kid who acted on his own… ow!”

Following the Babylonian goddess sisters is Altria.

"What a messy guy."

Goddess Avalon said this coldly.

Perhaps because she was worried that he would pull her into her arms, she kept a distance from him.

“Thank you at the altar before. If it weren’t for you, my plan wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

You have made the greatest contribution to this ceremony, and I really don’t know how to express my gratitude.”

Rhodes hugged the three beautiful goddesses affectionately on his left and right, and thanked Goddess Avalon with a serious expression.

“But I am also sure of one thing, you are indeed not Morgan.

You are you, Artoria Custer, not the Fairy Queen [Morgan], nor any other Knight King [Artoria]. "

Hearing him say this, Goddess Avalon snorted unhappily: "I said from the beginning that I am not Morgan.

It is you who is so self-righteous that you insist on saying that I am your wife."

"Hahaha, sorry."

"I'm glad you understand. Don't recognize the wrong person next time."

"But, you are obviously not Morgan, so why do you admit that you are my wife [Goddess]?"

"Wha...what!?"