Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

The recollection ends here. Geronimo felt that since he had this choice in front of him, then this was acceptable for now.

"maybe."

He murmured to himself, laid down his weapon, and walked toward the shining sun ahead. But before he knew it, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a sunflower still growing in the dim, almost invisible cave. He was so drawn to it that he stopped in his tracks.

"Why stop? I am the real sun."

The avatar of the evil god said with ecstasy, "If you refuse, wouldn't that be too boring? You'll only be able to struggle to the end, struggling to die, an ugly, pathetic death, which is very painful, isn't it?"

Geronimo did not answer, but continued to gaze at the sunflowers that were not drawn by the intense light.

"Is this really okay? Geronimo, why did you stop at the last step? Are you unwilling to admit that I am the sun?"

The avatar of the evil god asked with a cheerful smile.

“You are the first sun of the Aztecs. Not to mention asking for recognition, I would gladly do any order you give.”

Geronimo paused for a few seconds, "But my sun is not you, our sun is no longer you, Almighty God Tescatlipoca!"

"Oh?"

The evil god's incarnation showed no signs of life; it merely tilted its head.

Geronimo, who had crouched down, stared directly at her and shouted with all his might:

"Did you see that? Did you see that sunflower? It didn't lower its head; instead, it turned its head behind it, as if it wanted to bite off the rope around its neck that was held by the sun!"

Then, Geronimo murmured.

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, but did you see this sunflower glaring angrily at the sun that’s using sunlight to hold it back? It’s almost so angry that it’s blocking out the sun, and even when there’s no sun, it’s still shining brightly.”

Geronimo raised his gaze and slowly stood up.

Even though fear still gripped his entire body, he exerted all his strength, as if pulling a rock out of the ground, and stood firmly in the cave, not taking another step forward.

Because he possesses the sun, he will never disappear, he will never be lost—

The fifth sun.

"First Sun, you should enter it, just as we have always resisted under the protection of the Fifth Sun, for when you enter it, you will discover—"

In his hands was the soil surrounding the sunflower, presented before the first sun.

"Every handful of soil beneath its feet will draw blood! That's our proof!"

Each sentence, seemingly essential, conveyed the overwhelming despair that had just subsided, now overshadowed by the last vestige of remaining will.

After all, Geronimo never agreed to the deal in his final moments, and thus died in that cave.

Along with his words, in countless dreams, countless solemn pure white things slowly rose, like tiny sparks of fire.

But looking around, one can see that the path converges into a path overflowing with light.

So dazzling.

That was the radiance of countless sunflowers glaring angrily at the 'sun'.

This is why Novia said "not pregnant" earlier. It was not due to the power he exerted, but because of her own will. This was enough to make her extremely happy and show her anger towards "Nyarlathotep" who was toying with their will.

Therefore, the avatar of the evil god staggered a few steps when Novia approached.

Because it was such a tender declaration, yet it didn't include herself...

"Brother, you said...you want to kill me?"

The evil god's avatar repeated blankly.

Her voice sounded as if she had finally realized that something she considered fundamental had suddenly betrayed her.

"This is completely wrong, isn't it?"

The voice that came out of the evil god's avatar sounded as if he was very angry, very sad, very embarrassed, or just incoherent nonsense, like a lost child.

"I did not lie."

Those familiar with Indian mythology will understand the meaning behind Novia's current appearance.

His face was devoid of gentleness and smiles, replaced only by seriousness and coldness.

On her skin, there was a reddish pattern that was neither like pigmentation nor like a tattoo, which made Gavia look like a humanoid golden-red fire, with beautiful golden bells hanging on her ears.

This is Divia, the wrathful form of Gavia.

"Brother wouldn't lie? Indeed, the possibility of you lying to me is almost zero. In that case, are you really going to kill me? Or are you just joking? No, the real brother wouldn't talk like that..."

The incarnation of the evil god shook his head repeatedly.

Deny, then deny again, or accept, and in the midst of chaos, chaos intensifies.

"Why did this happen? It shouldn't have happened. It can't be like this. Why did this happen? Did I do something wrong? Was I wrong? Absolutely not. No, no, no—"

Ignoring the 'madness' of the evil god's incarnation, the darkness around it transformed into an invisible void, like the darkness of outer space, while the raging fire transformed into the radiance of the sun. Based on the enormous obsidian mirror, it devoured the evil god's incarnation.

"Stop pretending, Nyarlathotep."

"Hehehe, oh dear, how heartless and boring, you actually pointed it out directly."

In the dazzling light, the avatar of the evil god grinned at Novia, his mouth torn to his ears. "Hehe, how about all my avatars look like this from now on? Actually, this isn't a disguise, you know. It's the beautiful sound that the messenger makes when he's really like this! I'm not lying, you know. The messenger does say this when he reveals his true nature."

Of course, Nyarlathotep had thought things through carefully before continuing his provocations.

I wonder if this provocation will get her to come beyond the universe... After all, they can't come here, but if she wants to go, isn't that a success in itself? Sigh, I've really worked hard. I wonder if the other opportunity Shub mentioned, who volunteered, will be effective...

"Although it was only for a moment, it will be you soon."

Novia's words are true.

Because he is Divia, he possesses the Noble Phantasm—the Unjust Destiny, the Freedom of Extinction.

This Noble Phantasm can capture fluctuations and the entity itself based on a high-dimensional image that cannot be interfered with. Therefore, Nyarlathotep, who appeared by using the incarnation of the evil god Tescatlipoca, can also use this image to capture Nyarlathotep from a distant place to come to this body.

In an instant, the light enveloping the avatar of the evil god received his command, and astonishing magic permeated the concepts within the avatar. Following the avatar's journey beyond the singularity, each concept left a beautiful trail, heading straight for the nearest door near the moon, as if the door were always open to welcome.

"This……"

Beyond the distant universe, in that realm beyond light and darkness, in the uncontrollable void, a tall, brown figure frowned.

Yog-Sothoth must be watching.

She was absolutely certain that the light of capture was guiding her toward the scene before her, and if she had closed the 'door' immediately, she probably wouldn't have been able to get here.

However, Nyarlathotep had absolutely no idea that Yog would help him.

Indeed, just as she thought.

The 'door' that had just been closed suddenly opened, and Nyarlathotep could have easily dodged and dispersed the light that was capturing her, but due to her fear of the one above the throne, she could not refuse.

If you resist, even in your sleep, that person will react with instinctive anger; if you don't resist, Yog will see you halfway through...

"Oh, what a pity."

Although it was meant to be words of regret, a slight smile involuntarily crept onto her lips as she said them.

It looks like he's smiling.

Mocking and malicious, filled with regret yet brimming with anticipation, gazing towards the 'door'.

She finds it quite fascinating; it's like a cricket fighting enthusiast ending up in a cricket pit and becoming a cricket themselves. Even though it's forced, it's a unique experience—like being trapped inside a toy you've been playing with. What's that like? She's never experienced it before…

Therefore, the tall, brown humanoid figure allowed the intangible light to capture it as it headed towards the 'door'.

However, immediately afterward, all the light that had bound her fell away, and even the 'door' itself instinctively closed, or perhaps, offered it reverence.

Thanks to Yog's reaction, Nyarlathotep instantly understood the cause of all this, and she herself trembled at this long-lost feeling.

Right before his eyes, on the throne above the Chaos Court, Azathoth, who had been asleep for an unknown period of time, awoke.

Unlike the mad, howling sounds that occur during sleep, Azathoth, holding the Dancer's Flute in the empty space, amidst the deep, frenzied beating of the abominable drum and the hollow, monotonous howling of the terrifying flute, emitted a sound that was indescribable and impossible to ignore, not only from outside the universe but also from within it.

"where?"

At that very moment, a white dove appeared in the universe, flapping its wings and flying towards the 'door' on the moon.

In the Fifth Singularity, Novia watched as the golden light devoured the avatar of the evil god, and soon swept away all objects related to the image of the evil god.

"Failed?"

Novia, realizing that his Noble Phantasm had failed, looked at the moon. He was somewhat surprised, because he had precisely calculated the amount of power that should be consumed before releasing it, and it should have been able to capture Nyarlathotep here... Perhaps another evil god intervened.

Novia couldn't help but think so.

However, he had no time to think about it anymore. He sensed that in the eastern part of America, in Washington, during the battle between Krishna and Rama, the great Indian goddess Durga had awakened in the form of Kali.

……

Earlier, somewhere in Washington.

The white-haired goddess Durga closed her eyes, quietly permeating the spiritual veins of the Americas.

Even though she agreed to Krishna's plan, the great goddess was still longing for him in this situation.

Tracing the traces through countless trials and tribulations, I've gathered together a myriad of blossoming thoughts.

I only wish to go to your side.

Even if it's light-years away.

My dear husband, where are you now?

"Woo..."

The silver-haired battle goddess suddenly opened her eyes, probably because she sensed her lover's anger.

"It's my husband—no, Kali, you can't appear now, you can't, I forbid you from appearing..."

Durga seemed to be talking to herself, but in reality, the anger within her, like that of Kali, was also unable to contain its excitement and wanted to escape.

In a sense, although Kali is Durga's wrathful form and the same being, she is a goddess with cosmic omnipotence that surpasses hers. It is possible to say that two gods reside in one body.

"Haha, hahahahaha! Shut up, shut up! Durga, you have no right to stop me from showing up! My husband's anger has come, so I must show up! That's the rule between my husband and me!"

The silver-haired goddess transformed into a terrifying goddess with a purple body and a black cloak. In particular, her two hands turned into eight, which frightened the white snake, who was originally the goddess's pet, so much so that she dared not move and let Kali swing her around like a stick.

After all, the White Snake understood that if she offended Kali, she would really die.

At the same time, despite being consumed by his own anger, Durga still made a calm judgment.

You clearly just want to kiss my husband before I do, which is fine, but please don't act impulsively, because after me should be Moses, then Kama, and finally you. We need to follow the chronological order.

In response, the enraged goddess Kali, driven to madness, stroked her head with her seven hands, her long red tongue dangling from her mouth.

"...Victory! This is victory!"

Chapter 433 The Black Goat and Jerusalem (7.K)

If the previous battle between Karna and Arjuna was undoubtedly a mythological battle, then the battle between Rama and Krishna at this moment is—

The war between the gods.

The sky parted, the clouds cracked, and everything above Washington was severed. The melodious tunes of India, accompanied by deep drumbeats, rose up. It was not only unique to India, but also carried the endless joy and peaceful praises of Buddhism.

Homage to Vishnu...and to the compassion of Buddha!

Faintly, one could hear countless people chanting and reciting in unison, as well as loud laughter during debates.

Before the magnificent chanting of the Holy King Rama is the wish-fulfilling tree of the Buddhist Indra's Garden of Joy, which is equivalent to the Ocean of Milk, a sacred place where many treasures can emerge, and a tree that can naturally produce everything needed. It can also be considered a representative of the Buddha of Radiant Light.

Vishnu's two avatars, King Rama, obtained the concept of the three emanations at this moment through Arjuna and Karna, while Krishna transformed himself into the concept of a bodhisattva through humanity's long-standing faith, similar but not identical earth veins, and the transformed Holy Grail.

From this point of view alone, Rama would not be a match for Krishna.

Rama raised Shiva's bow and ran straight up from the ground, shooting arrows like lasers without hesitation. In just one second, he leaped over ten kilometers, a dramatic change that could be seen by the naked eye, moving from horizontal to vertical.

"Bless me, Brahma; wrath me, Shiva."

The arrows, like laser beams, burst forth with golden light at the speed of light and then split apart, rushing towards Krishna like a sea of ​​arrows, appearing as a golden ocean.

If this attack were still in the Age of Gods, it could be seen as a combined attack from two guardian deities. Few in the Indian pantheon could withstand it, although as a Servant, its power would probably be reduced to less than one-thousandth.

However, for Rama now, this move is merely a distraction.

“Vishnu, in this body of mine!”

The Narayana treasure, transformed from Shiva's bow, spun and swung continuously from Rama's fingertips, forming four golden discs shaped like ring blades. Each disc spun like a great sun, carrying terrifying divine power, as if it could cut through everything in the world.

Narayana is another name for Vishnu.