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Divya.

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Chapter 318 The Great War of the Gods, Durga Appears in the World.

Gavia's anger was palpable as he looked at the Holy King, closed his eyes, and stopped moving as if in silent prayer; perhaps he really was praying.

In Hindu mythology, the wrathful form is different from wrath. Wrath is a destructive force, while the wrathful form, as the name suggests, is the appearance of a god in anger.

In the case of Shiva, the god of destruction has various forms, including the terrifying form, the gentle form, the superhuman form, the three-faced form, the dancing king form, the lord of Riga form, and the half-woman lord form.

The wrathful form of Gavia is called Divya. The Sanskrit word Divya means "holy, heavenly, radiant, bright." In Buddhism, it is one of the five supernatural powers, namely the divine eye. It is said that the divine eye is the power to see the form realm of the desire and form realms. Based on the four fundamental meditations, one can realize the eye of pure form created by the four elements of the form realm. This is called the divine eye.

The fact that the wrathful aspect, which intends to destroy, is disguised as the name of glory is truly perplexing.

Rama, who had already become a holy king, was not quite sure what the source of Gavia's anger was, but seeing his friend in such a state, he felt it was necessary for both public and private reasons to defeat him and calm him down, otherwise he might destroy the world like Shiva in his past wrathful form.

'The greatest sage king of the Three Kingdoms period, and indeed of the entire era, unparalleled.'

The lira's destined future, like a blessing or a curse, lingered throughout the body of Rama, the seventh avatar of Vishnu.

The Holy King was confident and believed he had the ability to defeat his friend and calm him down.

So he shot an arrow at his friend, but the next moment, King Rama was confused.

"What... is this...?"

At that very moment, Divia opened her eyes and looked at the arrow that was moving toward her at high speed, powerful enough to incinerate all living beings in the three realms, as well as the countless divine treasures that Rama had obtained. Each of them was a supreme weapon in the realm of human reason, and ordinary gods would die instantly upon contact with them.

However, in an instant, a complete void appeared in front of the Divia space, as if pure blackness had absorbed all light, completely swallowing the Holy King's arrow, seemingly trying to absorb all light from the dark abyss.

The sound of wind drifted from afar, but the wind and sunlight failed to reach the Holy King's body, for he had already been absorbed. They had also witnessed the astonishing divine power and destructive force within, and to the Holy King's eyes, the utterly transparent Divia—

Pure power, just standing here is enough to distort space and time, directly destroying concepts such as distance and direction. Without any attack, even the highest-level fantasy species would be unable to maintain it for more than a few seconds before turning to ashes.

Because it was fire, it was the sea, it was rage, it was the sacred mountain, just like everything in the entire universe was there.

From the perspective of the magic world, it can be defined as a 'human-shaped universe', but the universe of the Indian pantheon is not a rare thing.

Having understood this, the Holy King had to understand another matter.

The scorching smell wafted in the wind filled with ashes, and that familiar scent almost suffocated the Holy King Rama Jin once again.

The arrows, which would not have been destroyed otherwise, are now engulfed in blazing light, filled with the aura of destruction and rage, meaning they are now unusable.

But it only means that it has lost its most proficient weapon; it doesn't mean that it has no weapons at all.

"Your anger is partly my own, isn't it?"

King Rama closed his eyes, raised one hand, and murmured softly, "It's still a long way from when I should truly rest."

"I'll help you calm down!"

And so, from the deepest depths of anger, golden light rose once more!

Upon witnessing the rise of the Holy King Rama, Divia's face broke into a captivating smile imbued with divinity, one that was irresistible to ordinary people. Then, the crimson patterns, which resembled neither pigmentation nor tattoos, burst forth with a blood-red light, clashing against the golden light.

Long before the great battle between the Holy King and Divia, those who sensed the birth of the 'Wrathful Aspect' or its divine power at the time of Divia's birth reacted in unison, unable to ignore it, because they all realized that something like or even greater than the Wrathful Aspect that Shiva once manifested had appeared in the world.

Mount Jirosa.

Parwati was startled and realized the strangeness of the Himalayas.

The sacred mountain is enraged, it's dissolving... How is this possible? Could it be something to do with Father's side?

The thought made Parvati feel a chill run down her spine, and she couldn't help but look at Shiva, who was meditating. Unexpectedly, Shiva had opened his eyes at some point and was silently gazing at a certain place. Parvati didn't know if it was her imagination, but she seemed to see a tear of the heavens.

Perhaps sensing Parvati's gaze, Shiva turned around.

Parvati immediately asked:

"...Husband, what's wrong?"

"Yes, something happened."

Shiva answered casually, but just hearing those words caused the divine power within Sati, who had become Parvati in the Himalayas, to surge wildly.

The sacred mountain is weeping, weeping on behalf of the Lord of the Himalayas.

"I need to take care of this."

Then, the heavens tore apart the storm, trampling the earth, and black mist rose from Mount Jirosa in a ring, spreading out and enveloping the infinite universe.

boom!

Destruction descended upon the Holy King's battlefield.

Before Shiva lay the already weakened Rama, who was now in a disadvantageous position. To be precise, Rama had been grabbed by Divia with one hand, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his crimson hair was in a state of disarray. Upon seeing Shiva's arrival, Divia tossed the powerless Rama aside.

The blond youth turned to look at Shiva, who was holding a trident, still wearing a non-hostile smile, while a sacred destructive power emanated from him like a gentle breeze blowing through the grass.

In the distance, bursts of light rise into the universe, and a storm sweeps in, carrying dust and spreading across the dark earth.

"Gavia, you can't go on like this."

Shiva said, "You need to calm down."

The supreme power of the God of Destruction can bring about the destruction of the universe, that is, the power to burn the universe. Generally speaking, most people will listen to his advice.

However, Gavial, who had already transformed into an angry figure, still wore a smile on his face. In an instant, countless Himalayan mountains were born behind him, spinning and melting at high speed. Their power was rising without limit. Then, the countless Himalayan mountains instantly converged, transforming into the manifestation of the wrath of the sacred mountain and rushing towards Shiva.

Seeing this, Shiva frowned slightly and brandished his trident—

The most powerful weapon, which seemed capable of suppressing all phenomena, was shattered piece by piece by it, and was completely paralyzed in the repeated cycles of light, ultimately meeting the same fate as the bow of the Holy King Rama.

As Divia unleashed the power of the Himalayas, he began to dance, his golden hair flowing wildly with the movement, swaying to the rhythm of the golden bells on his ears. Accompanying this birth of power was a rage powerful enough to utterly shatter rules and concepts.

It is symbolized by the blue flames surrounding the halo and the black lotus in its left hand.

At that moment, Shiva simply shook his head, and after a long while, he chuckled softly: "I will stop you, because the time is not now, is it, Gavial?"

And so, terrifying flames erupted from Shiva's third eye, easily tearing apart nothingness.

In that instant, Divia raised her eyes, her pupils like the blazing sun, revealing a violent light. Between her outstretched fingers, endless flashes of light rose, outlining a sharp silhouette. Countless planets emerged from them, and a massive amount of divine power surged, transforming into intricate patterns.

In this way, Shiva's world-destroying rage was transformed into his own dark blue flames.

Immediately afterwards, as Divia raised her left hand, countless universes within the black lotus began to rotate, attacking Shiva before her.

Even before Vishnu was reincarnated as Rama, he probably had no idea that the wrathful form of Kavia would reach such a level, defeating the holy king Rama and putting Shiva on the bottom.

Is this anger of his own making, or is it due to the fact that Moses Shah, an Asura, has cultivated himself for a hundred years with added merit?

Regardless of which one it is, this power belongs to Gavia himself.

……

At the same time, in the Brahma realm.

“Praise Narayana, is this a good idea? Brahma, no one can quell the wrath of the Lord of the Himalayas, what should we do…”

Narada paced back and forth between the human realm and Brahma with a worried expression. All around him were the Hindu gods who had come to deal with Kavia's anger, each one filled with sorrow, praying that the Great God or the Holy King could quickly quell Kavia's rage.

The moment the gods and immortals sensed Divia's appearance, they felt as if they were being burned by an unbearable flame just by feeling her presence.

Their fear was justified; the universe, the stars, and all things in the world clearly sensed the birth of this 'terrifying' and irrational thing.

Why? What should be done? How to solve it?

Immortals and gods, constantly searching for answers, came before Brahma, praying for a response.

Because Brahma is a god of form, and he is the god of form that they can still see today.

"I don't know what to do either. I wonder if the god of love, Kama, can help Kama—"

Brahma, whose face bore the same sorrow as the gods, suddenly paused slightly, as if he had seen something, and murmured softly:

"He who kills Mosesha will quell the anger..."

So Brahma remained silent and waited quietly.

Narada took a deep breath and, on behalf of the hesitant gods, asked, "Honor Narayana, Brahma, who is this Mosesha?"

"An Asura..."

With that, Brahma waved his hand slightly, "His ascetic practice has been completed, and I should go and bestow blessings upon him."

Having said that, the God of Creation disappeared before the eyes of the gods, leaving them bewildered and confused.

……

The moment the aura of Divia was sensed in the land, many Asuras who followed Mosesha danced a strange and joyful dance around the fire and the statue of Divia, which was piled with ashes.

"My Lord, my Lord, my Lord is here!"

"My Lord, grant me death, grant us death!"

"For your believers, this is the highest liberation, my Lord!"

"Kill us, grant us death, yet you worry about us and fret over us every moment! My Lord!"

"Grant me eternal bliss, kill me, my lord, grant us release! My poor soul has longed for this, my lord!"

The Asuras who have followed Moses for millions of years, some of whom have been performing rituals for countless generations, are not actually targeting the whole world. They love the feelings of 'death, anger, and pain' and wish to make the world like this, and therefore do not wish for the existence of any other world.

"Ha, interesting!"

Moses scoffed, "Foolish Rama and Shiva dare to challenge my Lord! How could there be such fools in the entire universe! How dare they challenge the supreme Lord!"

However, despite what Moses said, he was actually quite different from the Asuras who followed him and were ready to die for him; at the very least, he didn't really want to die.

As an unprecedented terror and rage arose, somewhere in the stench and blood-soaked land where Mosesha was located, the next moment warm sunshine and gentle breezes appeared, birds sang and flowers bloomed, and for a moment, there was peace.

At the same time, Brahma, who appeared in the sky above, lowered his gaze to the frenzied Mosesha below and said calmly:

“Mosesha! Because your rigorous asceticism has been completed, you may ask me for a blessing.”

Brahma spoke slowly and deliberately.

"……oh?"

Moses was somewhat troubled, clearly not expecting that his asceticism in Gavia would attract Brahma's arrival, and that his wish had been fulfilled. But Moses didn't think too much about it, after all, receiving a blessing was a very worthwhile thing.

Moses immediately said, “Brahma, the blessing I desire is that I will not be killed by any man in the world.”

Since Brahma harbored no good intentions towards Mosesa, one of the culprits responsible for Gavia's current state, he merely flicked his fingers, sending a wisp of golden light that landed on Mosesa before quickly departing.

Mosessa took off this blessing so that he could live a little longer. After all, most of the powerful gods in the world were male, and there were very few female gods. For some reason, Mosessa, who originally wanted to continue his ascetic practice in the earthly realm to keep Gavia angry, suddenly had the idea of ​​becoming the emperor of the gods.

So Mosesha, true to his word, immediately became the Asura King again and forced all the Asuras in the world to perform asceticism on Gavia in his own way to continue his wrath. Of course, some of them were unwilling, and these people were burned alive by Mosesha's men, and their ashes were scattered on the idols.

With this blessing, Mosesha launched an attack on the heavens after becoming the king of the earth, and successfully defeated Indra, the king of the gods, to become the king of the gods.

The human realm was already plunged into darkness by the appearance of Divia, which was like the arrival of an abyss due to Gavia's wrath. Shiva and Rama were still locked in a stalemate with it, and the heavens had fallen into the hands of the Asuras. It could be said that half of the dark ages had arrived after the era of the Holy King.

In this oppressive, suffocating atmosphere, within the Brahma realm, Brahma gazed upon all the chief gods and softly called out:

"Okay."

Thus, Brahma appeared with a radiance that heaven and earth could not match, and the light of the gods' wrath converged like countless stars, forming a dazzling divine light. This light was not only divine power, but also the radiance of countless divinely bestowed weapons, such as the light of Shiva's trident, Vishnu's ring blade, Indra's thunder, and so on.

however--

"...Why? Brahma? Why is there nothing here?!"

Indra stared in astonishment at the empty Brahma realm and hurriedly asked Brahma on behalf of the equally shocked gods.

"This...I don't know either..."

Brahma also looked puzzled. According to what he had seen, the wrath of the gods should have given rise to the one who would kill Mosesha, thus appeasing Gavia's anger. But now...

A sense of despair pervaded the hearts of the Hindu gods. They could neither destroy Mosesha nor restore Gavia's composure. If things continued this way, the world would truly be destroyed.

"Everyone, there's still one thing missing."

A calm and composed voice, as if to dispel all tension, rang out, and Brahma and the gods quickly looked toward Parvati, the snow mountain goddess who had rushed over.

"This light, which is enough to cover the whole world, contains your anger and prayers, even those of the Great God, Narayana, and Brahma..."

Parvati surveyed the gods, then went to the place where they had gathered in anger.

"But the most crucial element is still missing: the wrath of my father, the Lord of the Himalayas."

"But now, no one dares to take on Jin..."

Indra couldn't help but say that the Heavenly Emperor was right, because anyone who dared to confront Jin Gavia now would undoubtedly be killed.