Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"The second one?"

"Oh dear, Mr. Pirogov, didn't you tell them in time?"

Edison tapped his head. "Our Western Allied Army has had two Sun Kings."

"Because after thinking about it, there's not much difference, is there? Although Lady Tralock has stepped down, the main responsibility still lies with her, and the new one seems to be..."

Pirogov hesitated, seemingly pondering what to say.

"Hahaha, even so, we must handle this officially! The first one is the first one! That's in the past! The second one is the current one! This is the consensus of the Western Allied Forces! Be careful not to spread rumors and get blown into the sea by a strong wind!"

The "first president of the Americas, the Sun King Traloc" mentioned in their conversation is probably a name that Ritsuka and Mashu don't know, but it's all too clear to Novia. She just didn't expect Traloc to have such a name...

Thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising. After all, with a formidable enemy at hand, especially one from a distant pantheon, it's normal for the pantheon itself to mobilize.

I wonder who the second president, the Sun King, was. According to both of them, it seems that Tralock voluntarily relinquished the position? Could it be a smokescreen?

Then, Ritsuka asked, "Um, may I ask who those people on the east side are?"

"They are 'Indians,' who suddenly appeared in this era and started a war, or more accurately, they corrupted the spiritual veins of various regions of the Americas, as if they wanted to devour them. And I was summoned to save America..."

Edison clenched his fist, then released it.

"Originally, I planned to establish a force centered around myself, but my strength didn't allow it, so I could only be a technical advisor for robot research and development."

"Yes, your head was almost bitten off by Kodi that day, and I had to stitch it up a few times."

"Haha, that's why my head trembles involuntarily every time I see you, Mr. Pirogov."

After laughing, Edison extended his hand to Novia and the others, "Now that we've talked enough, how about it? Would you like to meet President Sun King and ask him to help us? After all, we share the same goal."

Just as Ritsuka was about to nod, she suddenly remembered something and asked again.

"That's true, but the people you're sending to the battlefield now are just ordinary humans, aren't they?"

"Well, how should I put it? Under normal circumstances, soldiers only need to stay in the rear to support the mechanized machinery, but sometimes it's simply uncontrollable. Americans are easy to persuade, but the Native Americans are very enthusiastic, which is normal, after all, the 'sun' means a lot to them. In any case, we are also reflecting on this."

"I see--"

Before the girl could finish speaking, the sky suddenly darkened.

Almost simultaneously, Edison shouted, "Enemy attack!!!"

Beneath the gloomy sky, a sliver of dim light shone through a gap in the clouds, and violent shockwaves swept outwards in all directions.

In that dim light, something was being easily torn apart in a brutal ravage.

Immediately afterwards, countless beams of light burst forth, like punitive blades falling from the sky, relentlessly slashing at the torn figure, as if to utterly destroy it.

Therefore, the figure fell vertically from the sky, and with just a slight tremor, it stirred up the earth in this area, almost causing it to collapse and nearly shatter. The aftershocks even swept away the large army of robots that Edison had just been so proud of, thus demonstrating its terrifying power.

However, Ritsuka and the others, who were at the center of the fall, were not affected at all, because Novia dissipated that power, and thus he realized that the source of this power was Krishna.

At the same time, he was holding the red-haired man who had been torn apart and was falling from the sky.

"You...I feel like I've seen you before..."

The red-haired man murmured softly, a genuine smile curving his bloodied cheeks. His face, pale and frail from the severe injuries he had suffered, showed a hint of relief—Saint King Rama.

……

Almost simultaneously with the changes occurring in the region where Novia is located.

In Denver, the headquarters of the Western American Allied Forces, in the office of the Sun King, the president of the Americas, a voice rang out—

"Damn Hindu gods!"

With anger and shock that anyone who isn't deaf could sense, the black-haired girl, Tralok, the first president of America, was now gritting her teeth as she looked out the window at the darkening sky in the distance.

As the first American god summoned to fight back against the Hindu pantheon, Lake of the Moon thought that although it was not a god in itself, it had the power of the third sun and was also a subordinate god of that guy Favia. Therefore, it was normal for it to lead everyone to prepare for resistance before he arrived.

Given its own strength, and the certification of the Native American guardian deity Koti, the North American pantheon, as an incarnation of an animal, will tentatively acknowledge it.

In short, under Tralock's leadership, the Americas quickly rose up in revolt, and everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction. This made the dark-haired girl feel things were going smoothly, but then an unexpected event occurred—

"A predetermined fate is actually a choice you made in the past, present, or future. Conversely, a choice you made in the past, present, or future is what you perceive as your fate. After my friend made his choice to end his life, we were able to act in that way in the world after his end. That's not good. We all thought that way, which is why we did it..."

Tang Tu, the man who appeared on the battlefield, naturally drew everyone's attention to him.

"Then, gods of foreign lands, I sense that this land holds unforgettable stories, stories that belong to you. So, we will use this place to rewrite and complete the forgotten tales, and bring my friends back!"

The blue-skinned man wore a fearless smile and stretched his hands towards the sky.

"The field of the righteous law, the wilderness of Kuru."

On that day, in Tralock's sight, countless rays of light rose continuously from the battlefield. These were not the lights of the Americas, but from the other side, from the surging flashes of the Indian pantheon.

"Praise me! For I am the nectar! The eternal Brahma, the eternal Dharma, the ultimate bliss!"

The sublimated colors flowed around the unknown man in an ever-changing manner, and in the next instant they merged with him, radiating terrifying divine power and majesty like the 'sun'.

Just by looking and feeling, Tralock knew that her strength far surpassed theirs, but even so, she still wielded her whip and fought her. As expected, she was defeated in the end.

But at the very moment of their defeat, a young girl saved them, leading the allied forces to retreat before the Hindu god.

"For the glory of the American god."

Suddenly, such a voice came from the presidential position not far from Tralock.

This made Tralock take a breath and turn to look at the girl sitting motionless in the presidential seat, gazing at the model of the sun, who was the second president of the Americas, the Sun King.

The black-haired girl didn't initially recognize this person, but he was the one who had previously saved the Allied forces. Later, during questioning, Tralock learned from some North American gossips that the girl was—

“I am either the winged serpent Quetzalcoatl, or the wind god Kukulkan.”

The girl's hair was a distinctive golden-green, but it would turn completely golden when she said 'Quetzalcoatl' and green when she said 'Kukulkan', as if she could choose at will.

If you look closely, you'll find that she didn't actually open her mouth at all; the two sounds seemed to come from somewhere else.

The reason she made a sound now was because she had noticed his gaze. Strangely enough, during the time he spent with this girl who was suspected to be the second sun, he found that she basically stared at the sun model in her hand all day long, as if she was thinking and scrutinizing it.

"Don't worry, it just disappeared again. It's probably up to something in secret. And since you didn't seem to be involved, it shouldn't be anything serious."

Tralock waved his hand. "As for your hometown, do you have any leads?"

The girl stared intently at the sun model, showing no sign of speaking, but then a voice seemed to rise from somewhere within her:

"For the glory of the American god."

Tralock once thought that this guy might not be able to speak at all, and simply had recorded something somewhere and put it on his person, because there were only these two sentences in all that time.

As for the 'hometown' that Tralock mentioned, it was the Mayan Federation, or more precisely, the area near South America. Recently, she heard that a foreign god, different from the one in India, seemed to have appeared there, so she specially sent Geronimo, whom she had rescued with Favia in Cuba, and a North American eagle god to go there to find out.

However, seeing the girl's unchanged expression, Tralock figured she probably wasn't some important god, so she leaned back on the sofa and muttered, "Favier, when are you coming from Chaldea...?"

Unbeknownst to the black-haired girl, when she uttered the word 'Favia,' the girl sitting in the presidential seat subconsciously squeezed the sun model in her hand harder.

……

The surrounding dense forest was filled with enormous cocoons, creating an environment that was still too dark even in broad daylight. A gloomy light shone around, and the eerie sound of surging waves could be heard from time to time.

This is the view that Geronimo saw, near the central part of the Mayan Federation, before even reaching the place mentioned in the intelligence. It was as if something was secretly making a move while the two pantheons were at war.

In fact, Geronimo probably wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"pyramid……"

In the darkness, he saw a pyramid among them, and as a follower himself, he instantly understood that it came from Egypt...

In other words, is Egypt the third-party pantheon?

Then, before Geronimo could have any more questions, a thin and short figure slowly walked toward him from the darkness ahead. Although it was walking, Geronimo felt as if the figure was standing still, like a statue.

"...Are you Egyptian?"

Even though it was right in front of him, he couldn't see her face clearly at all. All he could see was golden hair behind her dark back and a black mirror that seemed to be constantly smoking in her hand.

"Hmm? Egypt, I suppose I could be considered one of the pharaohs, but not now..."

The blonde figure spoke, a voice that was impossible to discern as male or female, indescribable, as if it did not exist in this place.

Silence returned. Geronimo, a bewildered figure, tried to speak, but his attention was drawn to the blood that had splattered onto his face from somewhere.

Looking towards the source, Geronimo realized that his men all wore smiles of relief as they respectfully bowed before the darkness. One by one, they drew their weapons from their robes, raised them reverently, and without hesitation pierced their own chests.

They were still smiling, then closed their eyes contentedly. Everyone was like that, except for Geronimo, but the black smoke had already seeped into him.

"As for my current name..."

Before consciousness completely plunges into darkness.

Geronimo vaguely saw a slightly short, blond figure with a distorted, almost contorted, smile that was a 'beautiful' smile with the corners of his mouth torn open.

And words powerful enough to shake the entire Aztec Empire—

"The First Sun Tescatlipoca."

Chapter 423 Yes, I am also a Smoke Mirror.

"Krishna, where is the goddess Durga now? Let me see her!"

Earlier in time, Rama, who was summoned from the eastern part of America, came to Washington and questioned Krishna, who was standing on the top of the White House playing his flute.

"Hahaha, Holy King, why bother? You and I are both incarnations of Vishnu. In terms of time, you are my senior. So we should join hands to overcome the current crisis, shouldn't we?"

Aside from skin color and hair color, the two are basically similar in appearance. Rama appears heroic, while Krishna, with his black hair, has a slightly cynical look.

Rama did not speak, but a bow appeared around him, the very bow of Shiva that only he could lift in the past.

This is enough to explain his attitude.

"Holy King, why are you so stubbornly persistent in your delusions..."

At the highest point of the White House, Krishna, like a shepherd boy, regretfully put down his flute: "For a fellow like you, wouldn't it be enough to just obediently follow orders? Shouldn't I have summoned Sita to rightfully control you? Although you are now able to abandon your beloved Holy King, rather than a prince on a journey."

The Rama who appeared on the American continent was Rama after he became a Holy King, that is, the Archer class.

Krishna's words were sarcastic, yet also true, so Rama did not answer immediately, but waited a few seconds before speaking again:

"Since I did indeed do this, I have no intention of explaining right or wrong."

"How dare you say such a thing, Holy King?"

Krishna's lips curled slightly, as if in a smile. "However, I am not qualified either."

Krishna's wife, Princess Lakshmi, was also an incarnation of Lakshmi, just like Sita. However, she did not suffer the fate of separation because before Lakshmi, there was another incarnation of Lakshmi who had accompanied Krishna since childhood, namely Radha, who was also Krishna's first love.

However, due to the curse of the followers of Krishna, the two must be separated for a hundred years before they can reunite and return to the pastoral realm. During this hundred years, they must complete a series of tasks, including marrying 16,000 women who were abducted by the Asuras and whose innocence is difficult to explain.

Therefore, Krishna blessed Radha in her sleep, quietly departed, and never returned.

"...You still haven't told me where the goddess Durga is."

"Please rest assured, Goddess Durga is safe. I did not do anything to her, and the reason I did so was because she shared the same idea as me, otherwise I would not have gone to such lengths."

Krishna reached out and pointed to the underground continent. "I know why you've come to question me. It shouldn't have turned out this way. That's what you think, isn't it, Holy King?"

During a period of instability in human affairs, a battlefield resembling a war between gods was actually set up in other areas, something that had never happened even during the Age of Gods.

Moreover, the people on the other side are mostly ordinary people, not people with divine power. Even with the addition of those animals and mysteries, the difference is still too great.

"Since the beginning of all things, there has been a question that has been troubling people."

Before Rama could react, Krishna continued speaking.

"When dealing with interpersonal relationships, try to find happiness and avoid sadness. This is the primary motivation. Can you be completely satisfied with all your relationships?"

Our lives are built on relationships, and so is our security; this is why all the happiness in our lives stems from relationships. So why does unhappiness arise in building relationships? Why do some relationships lead to conflict? Have you ever thought about this question?

As Krishna finished speaking, he gave Rama, who was eating Shiva's bow, a mocking smile.

"Conflict arises when one person cannot accept another's behavior and thoughts and tries to change the other. In other words, the more we reject each other, the more conflict we have; the more we tolerate, the more joy we experience, isn't that right? So, as fellow beings, shouldn't we be tolerant?"

"This……"

Rama felt that these words were indeed impeccable, and he could not refute them immediately. He even felt that they made a lot of sense and wondered if he had done something wrong.

"Come, Holy King, you and I are destined to be an invincible alliance. There is no need to question this anymore. The ancient stories of this land should be reshaped by us."

Looking at Krishna's outstretched hand, Rama gazed at the smile on that face that was almost identical to his own. People in India would all agree that it was undeniably gentle and compassionate.

Just as Rama was about to nod, he suddenly became somewhat dazed and subconsciously uttered the following words to Krishna:

"The darkness that dwells in one's mind and the darkness in reality can only instill fear in people, nothing more."

"Oh?"