Chapter 226
After hearing this, the Chedi Country collapsed to the ground. This king, who had vowed to become the leader of the alliance, wept bitterly, but ultimately met his fate of being chopped to death with a single blow.
The country that needs to Sita destroyed by Sita alone is the Dengcheng Kingdom Ganges Upper Ganges, which was once ruled by the Immortal Zhongyou when they were kings.
Outside the royal city, the grandson of the Immortal Zhongyou stood at the city gate, wearing a coarse cloth King He and holding a golden crown. He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time.
When Sita arrived, the king smiled and said, "I already knew why you came. However, I have already dismissed all the Brahmin and Kshatriya. If you want to kill, you can vent your anger on me."
Sita respected his opinion, leaped into the clouds and smashed down the Golden Ring, turning the capital of the Dengcheng Kingdom into a sinkhole.
The final destination of the Ashvamedha was the Ayodhya.
Dasharatha had already abdicated, and the current successor to King Ayodhya is a young man named Roshmana. According to blood relations, he should be Rama's younger brother.
The young Lord summoned all his troops and tried to reason with Sita.
But Sita simply drew back the Bow of Victory.
The cities of Ayodhya were mostly lined up in a straight line; if a suitable angle was found, they could all be wiped out in one fell swoop. Sita thought this.
At some point, her targets of killing expanded from the truly deserving nobles to all members of the ruling class.
Later, even the Vaishya who became wealthy through legitimate business and the Shudra who worked diligently were wiped out by her.
As for now, Sita no longer considers those things.
She felt incredibly relaxed, as if she had drunk the finest Soma wine.
Creak, creak.
The Bow of Victory was as full as a full moon.
The blue flame flashed and disappeared in an instant, Roshmana closed his eyes in despair.
Bang--
A dull sound rang out.
Roshmana opened his eyes in surprise and saw a bluish-gray iron rod stuck diagonally in the ground, driving the arrow into the ground.
Call--
A gust of wind blew by, and a monkey appeared in the center of the battlefield.
His figure flashed twice in a row, and two more people appeared in the center of the battlefield.
"Is it Sita?"
The village chief's aged face was filled with disbelief.
"..."
The old woman opened her mouth, but said nothing. Yet the expression on her face seemed to say that she had said everything.
Two lines of tears slowly rolled down from the corners of his eyes, but Sita was smiling.
She grinned blankly, like a wolf dripping with blood.
Chapter 291 Bodhi Opens His Eyes.
Hebe once said that the Dharma of Bharata had been destroyed long ago.
The reason for the destruction of the Dharma lies not in external factors but in internal ones; to be precise, the Dharma has long been corrupted from its very foundation.
Hanuman also knew that the only way to heal the festering wound was to cut away the rotten flesh with a knife.
"Severe purges" are the area permitted by the February Archon Scarred Father; "unprincipled massacres" are the scene that the August Archon · Remnant Wolf most likes to see.
There is no middle ground between these two.
This is Bharata, a fertile land of either/or. Men engage in horrific ascetic practices, yet vent their violence in the name of sex; goddesses hold exalted positions, while women are despised and lowly.
The more sublime and self-righteous the Bharata when they practice asceticism, the more vile they are when they indulge their desires. They act in the name of "Lord of Innocence" Shiva, yet they only willingly degenerate and join the ranks of beasts.
—Humans resemble beasts, yet beasts resemble humans; right and wrong are reversed, it's either this or that.
Hanuman once prayed fervently to Hebe, hoping she could answer the question that had troubled him for so long.
"This is because Bharata is the Paradise of beasts, so there is no other way to promote the laws of human civilization except to establish a unified empire."
Hebe's answer resolved most of Hanuman's confusion. However, some doubts still lingered in the monkey's mind.
—In the process of establishing a unified empire, wouldn't those conquests, those sacrifices, and those acts of violence that destroyed other races... in turn reinforce the Beast's Destiny and make the wolves even stronger?
To put it even more radically... what if the founder of this empire was himself a "beast"?
—Just like the Dharma of Bharata, it is rotten to the core.
Even so, will it ultimately be possible to promote the laws of human civilization?
Hanuman did not ask the question aloud. In fact, if he had, Hebe would have answered it for him.
But now, without needing to ask, Hanuman already has the answer.
"Master, is this the future you wanted to see, the world you wanted to protect?"
Hanuman gripped the iron rod with a complex mix of emotions. "Because whether they are human or beast, no matter how many atrocities they commit in the process of building an empire... as long as a unified empire is eventually established, they will no longer be favored by the 'wolves,' because by then..."
By then, they will no longer be under the protection of the wolves.
But the most fatal key lies in the fact that the combined power of the two ruling powers in this Lostbelt is unprecedented.
Scar Father could dissolve the wrecked wolf, but the Fisher King's domain was more primordial and expansive.
—Someone has to solve the problems of both the Fisher King and the Wolf King at the same time.
This is probably the future the founder desired. Hanuman thought to himself.
He felt he had touched on the core issue that Hebe had been avoiding talking about with them all along.
Two rulers are not enough; under their influence, Bharata will inevitably veer towards extremes. There must be another being of equal status to separate them, giving the Bharata breathing room.
Otherwise, Sita's current Sita serves as a cautionary tale!
"Narada Immortal!"
Hanuman let out a roar.
The tinkling sound of a clay pipa suddenly rang out on the battlefield. A plump immortal appeared, a flower wreath hanging around his neck and a musical instrument in his hands.
His usually cheerful face was now filled with bitterness, and within that bitterness lay a resolute determination.
"Narayana, Narayana..."
The fat immortal murmured twice, "Lord Hanuman, I have arrived."
"Spirit Invocation, take my brother and sister-in-law back with you."
Hanuman shook his head. "I thought bringing them here would awaken my junior brother's true nature, but now it seems... she has gone astray and will not give up until she reaches her goal."
The fat immortal gave Hanuman a deep look.
He knew the monkey in front of him was hiding something, but he chose not to reveal it here.
Sita first ascended on the Path of Ascension, and then inherited Rama's destiny. She has now amassed an irresistible momentum; Hanuman has absolutely no chance of winning.
Just like in the past, Hanuman was able to defeat Ravana, but could not kill him.
But this is just too hopeless.
So the fat immortal simply clasped his hands together and led the two old men away from the battlefield.
Sita watched this scene unfold quietly. Her struggling and sorrowful smile returned to calm, and finally, only deathly silence remained.
But on her face, the two winding, mottled lines of blood and tears had now solidified, just like the crimson markings on her arms, appearing both sacred and depraved, both solemn and cruel.
"Come on, junior brother."
Hanuman said, "You will be defeated here today. Even if the patriarch wishes for it, I will never let you succeed."
"Ancestor? What ancestor?"
Sita asked.
All her emotions were becoming dulled, as if she were sinking into an endless void.
Hanuman's question only grazed the surface of her heart, leaving no trace.
The monkey didn't answer her question; instead, it roared in fury and swung its club at her!
In that instant, a slight change finally appeared on Sita's numb face.
Along her journey, she has conquered twenty-one countries and annihilated the nobles who ruled them.
In this process, the demigod heroes who protected the city-state were defeated and killed by her like dead dogs.
Inevitably, Sita also felt bored and uninterested.
But at this moment, facing Hanuman's blow.
Sita felt threatened, felt fear, and felt that deep within her there seemed to be a lingering obsession with "having to fight and win."
This obsession was so powerful that it Sita empty heart.
Thump!
Hanuman appeared before Sita, his iron rod striking her head squarely.
This blow was so powerful that it slammed Sita from the sky into the earth, instantly creating a terrifying crater in the battlefield.
However, accompanied by a chilling clang, Sita reappeared unharmed.
The first Blessing: Diamond Indestructibility.
At this moment, smoke and dust rose, like dragons and snakes following each other, wrapped by the long red ribbon, clinging and encircling Sita's side like a fluttering cloak.
Beneath her feet were two blue-red fireballs, radiating terrifying heat and accompanied by howling winds.
Sita held a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right, with a thousand rays of light radiating from behind his head. The Golden Ring that struck fear into the hearts of countless demigod heroes hung high in the light.
Above her head, a small black crown was spinning.
Hanuman's eye twitched when he saw the Black Crown.
Even though he had long been prepared for defeat today, he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw Sita, who possessed the three great blessings and countless magical treasures.
However, since things have come to this point, there is absolutely no reason to turn back.
Hanuman let out a sharp cry and charged forward, engaging Sita in Sita battle.
—A hero destined by heaven, a monkey king born with a rebellious heart, indeed, has met his true match, now encountering the source of all things. One, blessed by the patriarch, desires to sweep away the earth; the other, understanding the Bodhi teachings, wishes to stop the Azure Sky from collapsing.
The Demon King Sword's sword is swift and sharp, its Golden Ring flying out and causing even ghosts and gods to tremble; the Red Ribbon of clouds is like a giant python, and the divine spear in his hand is like a dragon's head; the twin wheels of wind and fire draw lightning, and he draws his bow left and right without stopping.
The Monkey King wields his As-You-Wish Staff), using it to block attacks from all directions and outwit opponents. In an instant, it transforms a thousand times, soaring through the air like a flying dragon.
As they soared into the high heavens, they stirred up thousands of clouds and mists; suddenly they entered the thick earth, severing hundreds of thousands of mountain ridges. On one side, they fiercely smashed with all their weapons; on the other, they struggled with all their might with the divine iron in their hands.
With such true power unleashed, countless ferocious attacks manifested. Rakshasa trembled in fear, and mighty armies lost their spirit. The battle raged, casting a gloomy, desolate atmosphere over the netherworld, and the murderous aura and smoke billowed towards the heavens—
With the blessing, Hanuman displayed incredible speed, instantly creating countless figures while simultaneously swinging his club at Sita.
By now, he has no room for maneuver left.
Sita possessed the blessing of indestructibility, but Hanuman did not.
Whether it was the magical artifacts that Hebe once made for Sita, or the Bow of Victory and Spear of Indra that she later obtained, they were all first-rate magical artifacts and divine weapons.
Even so, as long as Hanuman wanted to leave, his life would never be in danger.
Sita's second blessing Absolute Hit; it only takes effect when seen with the eyes. If Hanuman could teleport to a place beyond Sita in an instant, he would not be hit by Sita, and the illusory body he created with incredible speed could also serve as a target to confuse Sita.
Even so, Hanuman knew that the Ayodhya was doomed to perish today.
The reason is simple: he was able to hold off Sita. The army led by Roshmana could not withstand the onslaught of the Rakshasa. These inhuman beings, once on the battlefield, constantly spread an aura of terror. Many Kshatriya warriors were already pale with fright and mentally broken before they even truly engaged in battle.
Roshmana desperately commanded his troops, but at best he could only stabilize his own position.
But when the Rakshasa swarmed in from both sides and began to devour people on the spot, even his personal guards began to waver.
Hanuman's eye twitched; he was unable to extricate himself at this moment.