Chapter 278

Expectations and hopes;

Destruction and Regeneration;

Forgetting and remembering;

Emptiness and love.

All the emotions were mixed together, making them difficult to control.

Click.

The sound of rocks shattering, as if they had been torn apart by their own hands, seemed to echo in Durga's heart.

A deep sorrow and love gripped his heart, Durga gently stroked the hair that Kavia had touched, as if it were something extremely precious.

"Yes... my husband, I will always stay by your side."

Even if I said "I love you," you wouldn't believe me, would you? But this warm yet bittersweet feeling is indeed much deeper than just liking someone.

I have no other desires now.

If Durga, born for a mission, is of no use to you, my husband, then I will become your killer, constantly offering you blood and battle.

Although I don't know what will happen to Durga afterward, and although I know nothing about the Future.

But all of this was for my beloved.

Who am I?

I am Wrath, born of Wrath, and still in Wrath.

Wrath at the inability to feel the love of loved ones, a self-awareness of this, and thus, a soul that dances like dust, rebels against the Divine Lila.

My husband is both the wings that guide the dust and the dust itself, and I will become the slaughterer who fights against my husband.

So come, the moment of end and the moment of beginning have arrived.

I pray that Kavia may be of use to my beloved, to my husband.

At this moment, this is my happiness.

"..."

In an instant, the blood-red environment of the Heaven Realm changed, transforming into pure dark smoke.

While the gods and Asura in the midst of battle were puzzled, wondering if it was the arrival of the Great God, in a place they could not notice, the protagonist of this war Durga, had no longer been the silver-haired Goddess she once was, but had transformed into a terrifying Goddess with purple hair and a black cloak.

And Divine Construct, wielded by eight hands, enough to make even the gods tremble.

Finally, the dark smoke dissipated into a hazy form, and Durga, in this new form, appeared before the eyes of the gods and the Blood Seed Asura.

"What..."

"What is that?"

"Where is Goddess Durga? Has something happened to her?"

"What should we do? How can we explain this to the Lord of the Himalayas...?"

Amidst the gods' panic, the purple Goddess, gazing at the already terrified Blood Seed Asura and the seemingly endless blood all around, revealed a tyrannical smile. With a casual wave of her eight hands, Blood Seed Asura's body exploded, shedding countless pieces of flesh and blood.

"I am Kali, born from the Wrath of the Goddess of Wrath."

The upheaval caused by Kali shook the Three Worlds, causing the heavens and earth to collapse.

"I exist here only to be of use to my husband."

The last era of India, the Kali Yuga, echoed the Six Schools who stirred up the Dharma in the human world, and was a killing Goddess would do anything for 'love'.

"Those who stand in my way will be beheaded by these blades and their blood will be drunk! Step back, step back, you are not my husband, not Kavia! Ha ha, lo ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Chapter 334 The Ideal King

Durga was born from Wrath, and the being born from Durga's Wrath is Kali.

That was a killing Goddess had forgotten even her duties as a god, and had lost her reason.

"Haha, jihahahaha! Not bad, blood, blood!"

The last words that lingered in the ears of the gods in the Heaven Realm suddenly appeared before Kali, who was headed by the Eight Guardian Gods, including the Heavenly Emperor Indra.

"Oh... very good. Smell it carefully, there's a fragrance. Are you also enemies of my husband?"

Kali's calm expression lasted only a moment, instantly transforming into a terrifyingly savage demeanor. "Then let the battle begin! I am the one who will slay my husband's enemy!"

An unusual event has occurred in the Heaven Realm.

Blue-black Maya power emanated from the third eye on Kali's forehead, gathering into a beam of flame that attacked the gods directly, causing the power to ripple outwards like waves.

"What..."

The Heavenly Emperor was surprised.

This is a power that could not possibly exist in the Heaven Realm, burning all the Maya in the air to ashes, a scorching destruction that could rival even the Wrath of the Great God —no, it is almost equivalent to the Wrath fire of Shiva.

The power of the eight guardian deities covering the sky was also completely devoured by this flame, and the light of destruction seemed to be roaring fiercely: as long as someone stands in our way, even Aspected God will not be forgiven.

In this way, a huge hole was directly punched through the Bounded Field of the Heaven Realm.

The Eight Guardian Gods who attempted to stop them were all injured to some extent. Some had their arms burned off, some had most of their bodies burned off, and some even suffered indescribable damage from the attack. Thus, just like the flesh and blood of the Blood Seed Asura that had spread throughout the entire Heaven Realm, the flesh and blood of gods and demons were mixed together in the Heaven Realm, which should have been incomparably Divinity, causing fear in people.

"Is Goddess Kali, born from the Goddess Durga?!"

"But this power is clearly..."

"It is the power of the Great God!"

Among the India gods who were collectively paralyzed by the single blow, those who quickly realized that the immense power that Kali had just used to destroy the Heaven Realm Bounded Field was not only the power of Kavia, but also contained the seemingly destructive power of Shiva.

In fact, at this moment, the purple-skinned Goddess of Slaughter has a third eye on her forehead, which seems to be no different from the eye of Shiva that Wrath. Why does she possess such power when she transforms into Kali?

It's actually quite simple. This is because Kavia's Wrathful Aspect once devoured Shiva's Wrath, which transformed into its own azure flames. Durga was born later and thus inherited this power, which is why he is able to use this wrath now.

"And so I will dance, rejoicing at the blood of my enemies, my hands and feet dancing along with it!"

While the gods were still pondering why this had happened, Kali had already begun her victorious dance, a dance of exhilaration marked by stomping her feet.

"I, my husband, I did it! All gods and demons are enemies, but that's not enough. Death, slaughter... I need more!"

Originally, based on her being Durga, and Durga being Warrior Goddess born of a mission, logically speaking, even Kali, who has transformed into a killer, should not direct her power towards the gods included in the Dharma. However, Kali's current form is the result of Durga choosing love for Kavia over the duty she was born with, which is the form she took after abandoning her duty.

Therefore, for Kali now, anyone who opposes her lover and husband, Kavia, is an enemy, and must be killed no matter what. Moreover, in Kali Yuga, Kavia was the Teacher of the Six Schools who violated the Dharma, the greatest evil of the era. So, just like Kavia who violated the Dharma, the Goddess of slaughter, Kali, has regarded the Dharma as her enemy.

"Treading upon the flesh and blood of the enemy, the Goddess of slaughter dances in unison, her cries for my husband to annihilate the enemy will surely resound throughout the world."

Kali, like the embodiment of destruction, thus proclaimed.

The goddess residing here today is not an ordinary Warrior Goddess, but a crazed Goddess of slaughter.

It is Age of Gods that existed before the laws of physics governed the world. It is in the form of the Himalayas and in the form of 'love'. It is the mother of the Holy Mountain in Indian Mythology, a deity who was chosen at the appointed time to appease the wrathful lord of the Holy Mountain.

Kali started dancing out of some kind of instinct. The mad Goddess's thoughts were simple: doing this would destroy the world, so that Kavia wouldn't be defeated by the Ideal King. So she decided to do it.

At that very moment, time in the Three Worlds of India began to stop in a literal sense. For living beings, this meant the cessation of all molecular movements in all cells. Once trapped in this state, one would face only death coming from all directions, with no way to escape.

All existence except for the Aspected God was completely frozen in place, awaiting the destruction brought about by the Dance of Kali.

At the same time, on the distant Mount Kailash, Shiva, sensing this abnormality, opened his eyes and exchanged a glance with Vishnu in the Ocean of Milk and Brahma in the Brahma Realm. Then Shiva closed his eyes again and stopped looking. Even Vishnu continued to observe slowly, propping his head up as usual.

As she danced the dance of destruction, Kali unconsciously clenched her teeth.

He activated all the Maya power in his body and forced himself to breathe again. As kindling sent to his heart, he did not do it for survival or power, but simply to make himself a sacrifice for destruction through Ritual called breathing.

Kali's power can distort the air, and it can also melt the air, just like the invincible 'karma'.

At the same time, Kali also felt that her own existence was being fundamentally replaced. The overly dazzling nature of 'destruction' was oppressing the concept called 'Kali'. Even so, Kali still endured unimaginable pain as destruction oppressed her and came.

Slowly, slowly, 'destruction' began to descend.

"My husband... my husband..."

Kali began chanting in a semi-dazed state.

"I'm so cold, so hot... but I have to succeed..."

That's enough.

A calm voice rang out.

It was a figure with Silver Hair.

The figure that appeared in the frozen space was like a dream, but it was somewhat familiar to the still-mad Kali. Even so, Kali's ten-armed weapon still reached out and pressed against his body.

The visitor was naturally Kavia. Given that Kali, in disguise as Durga, had done such a thing, it was impossible for him not to come. Moreover, having witnessed Kali's actions on his way here, Kavia naturally saw many causes and conditions, many loves and hates, and understood the reason why Durga had transformed into Kali.

"My husband, I will always stay by your side."

This was the voice from the depths of Durga's soul. Kavia had always maintained an honest attitude towards Durga, but because Durga's essence was the persuasion of 'Lila', she had some reservations. But now she understood that this was a very important matter.

"Kali, may I dance with you?"

The Lord of the Himalayas spoke while thinking.

I've faced feelings of helplessness myself, endured others' hopeless emotions, and even had experiences where I couldn't tolerate the existence of others. Yet, I can't do what I did back then, simply because I'm concerned about the other person's 'responsibilities'.

Durga's duty is to love Kavia unconditionally, even though she is a fake Lila, this love is real.

This Lila will lock him in. Originally, Kavia thought he had the potential to become a transcendent being like the Awakened Savior, but now it seems that Kavia himself is not suited to be that kind of person.

When faced with Kavia's question, Kali didn't speak immediately. She felt her body getting hot, and even her heart Earth Veins it was unbearable.

In the fiery, surging depths of Kali's madness.

Her remaining consciousness, involuntarily, reconstructed the recorded information.

My beloved, my husband, my irreplaceable lover, Kavia.

There are no other words to describe it.

Therefore, for your success, I must destroy the world, at all costs.

So Kali silently declined Kavia's invitation and turned to leave.

"Even so, I should fulfill my responsibilities as a husband, Kali."

The silver-haired youth said in a low voice.

Afterwards, Kali began to walk elsewhere, intending to find another place to dance and destroy the world. However, before she could take a few steps, she felt as if she was about to step on something. She didn't step on it, but a will prevented her from doing so. This made the already frenzied Kali unable to help but look down—

Just like her former self, Kavia lay on the ground, willing to be trampled on in order to stop everything.

Thus, even Kali, driven mad by love, seemed unable to withstand the surging heat within her, and instantly burst into tears.

"... Please, please forgive me, my husband."

That's what she said.

"I still want to be with my husband... and Mohini, all of us."

The destruction that should have continued was over. Kavia rose and looked at Kali was kneeling on the ground.

"It's all over now. Let's go back to the Himalayas Mountains, okay?"

"But, I did something wrong..."

"No, you did nothing wrong, nor did you commit any crime. You did not fail in your duties as a wife; it is I who failed in my duties as a husband."

"No, my husband, it's all my fault. I'm the one who caused all this. Even if I've become like this, I should still be able to control myself..."

Looking at Kali who was still crying, Kavia reached out to comfort her.

"You're not wrong, everything has changed back to how it was before, look—"

The chirping birds of this early morning, the fawn nestled beside its mother, the lush vegetation bearing abundant fruit, the fragrant flowers blooming in the vibrant spring, the Sun rising in the clear blue sky, the Stars illuminating the night sky—all sights and the world are captured by light, and everything around us is bathed in its glow.

It could be said that all four directions were bright, rendering the sun, moon, and fire pearls useless, and this scene was placed behind the two of them.

As he said this, Kavia hugged Kali.

So hot, so hot, the temperature enveloping my entire body, what I felt was a vastness enough to sweep across the Universe, a power enough to scorch everything, and Wrath.

The Goddess of slaughter indulged in such fantasies.

For Kali, for Durga, Kavia's Wrath was like a womb. She felt no discomfort, but rather a gentle embrace. However, this did not mean she had lost the power to resist, because she sensed another scent from the embrace: the scent of love.

My husband's love for me is so profound that I am willing to abandon everything and even fall into depravity; I feel so at ease.