Chapter 394

"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 Tlaloc has stepped down, the main responsibility still lies with her. 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! Don't spread rumors and you might get blown into the sea by Gale!"

The "first president of the Americas, the Sun King Tlaloc" mentioned in their conversation is likely a name Ritsuka and Mash wouldn't know, but it's all too clear to Novia. She just hadn't expected Tlaloc to have such a name...

Upon closer reflection, 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. From what the two men said, it seems Tlaloc voluntarily relinquished the position? Could it be Tezcatlipoca?

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

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

Edison clenched his fist, then released it.

"Originally, I planned to build a force centered around myself, but my strength doesn't allow it, so I can only be a technical Consultant for Robot development."

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

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

After laughing, Edison extended his hand to Novia and the others, "Now that we've had enough of talking, how about it? Would you like to meet President Sun King? How about he helps 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 aren't the people you're sending to the battlefield ordinary humans?"

"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. The America 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 Robot 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 had already 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 think I've seen you before..."

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

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

In Denver, the headquarters of the Western The Americas Coalition Army, in the office of the Sun King, the President of the Americas, a voice rang out—

"Damn Gods of India!"

Filled with Wrath and shock that anyone who wasn't deaf could sense, the black-haired girl, Sun King, the first president Tlaloc the Americas, was now gritting her teeth as she looked out the window at the region where the sky had turned black in the distance.

As the first the Americas god summoned to fight back against the Indian Pantheon, Moon Lake 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 rebellion before he arrived.

Given its own strength, and the certification of the Native Indian Guardian God Koti, the North America pantheon, as an incarnation of an animal, will tentatively acknowledge it.

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

"A predetermined Fate is actually a result of one's past, present, or Future choices. Conversely, one's past, present, or Future choices are what one perceives as Fate. After my friend made his choice to end things, we were able to act in that way in his post-death world. That's not good. We all thought that way, which is why we acted that way..."

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

"Then, Deity of foreign lands, I sense that this land holds unforgettable stories, stories that belong to you. Therefore, we will use this place to rewrite those forgotten tales, to bring my friends back to life!"

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

"The field of the Dharma, the Kurukshetra."

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

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

The sublimated colors flowed and shifted around the unknown man, then merged with him in the next instant, radiating terrifying divine power and majesty like the 'Sun'.

Just by looking and feeling, Tlaloc knew that his strength far surpassed theirs, but even so, she still wielded her whip and fought him. 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 Gods of India.

"For the glory of the Americas god."

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

This made Tlaloc 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, Tlaloc learned from some North America gossips that the girl was—

"I am Feathered 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 Tlaloc had noticed his gaze. Strangely enough, during the time he spent with this girl who was suspected to be the Second Sun, Tlaloc 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."

Tlaloc 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 Americas god."

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

However, seeing the girl's unchanging demeanor, Tlaloc figured she probably wasn't some important god, so she leaned back on the Sofa and muttered, "Favia, when are you finally 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 unusually dark despite being broad daylight. A gloomy light shone around the area, 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 Maya Federation, before even reaching the place mentioned in the intelligence. It was as if something was secretly plotting something 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 the others, and as Servant himself, he instantly understood that it originated 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 Egypt?"

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 Pharaoh, but not now..."

The Blond Figure spoke, a voice that was impossible to discern as male or female, indescribable, as if it didn't exist there.

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, though the black smoke had already enveloped him.

As for my current name...

Before consciousness completely succumbed to 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 wide open.

And words powerful enough to shake the entire Aztec Empire—

"The First Sun Tezcatlipoca."

Chapter 423 Yes, I am also Tezcatlipoca.

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

Earlier in time, Rama, who had been summoned from the eastern part of the Americas, came to Washington and questioned Krishna, who was standing atop the White House playing his flute.

"Hahaha, Righteous King, why bother? You and I are both incarnations of Vishnu, and in chronological order, you are my senior. So shouldn't we join hands to overcome this crisis together?"

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 Shiva's Divine Bow that only he could lift in the past.

This is enough to explain his attitude.

"Righteous 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 simply obey orders? Shouldn't I have summoned Sita to rightfully control you? Although you are now free to abandon your beloved Righteous King, rather than a prince on a journey."

The Rama who appeared on the Americas continent was Rama after he became Righteous 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 was indeed the one who did this, I have no intention of explaining myself."

"How dare you utter such words, Your Righteous King?"

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

Krishna's wife, Princess Bhadra, was also an incarnation of Lakshmi, just like Sita. However, she did not suffer the Fate of separation. This was 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 Asura 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."

"Rest assured, Goddess Durga is safe. I did nothing to her, and the reason I did so was because she shared the same thoughts as me; otherwise, I wouldn't 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, isn't that what you think, Righteous King?"

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

Moreover, the people on the other side were mostly ordinary people, not people with Divine Power. Even with the addition of those animals and mystical elements, the difference was still too great.

"Since the beginning of all things, one question has been troubling people."

Before Rama could react, Krishna continued speaking.

"When dealing with interpersonal relationships, strive for happiness and avoid Sorrow. This is the primary motivation. Can you truly be completely satisfied with all your relationships?"

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

Krishna finished speaking, he gave Rama, who was eating Shiva's Divine Bow, a Rama 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? Therefore, as fellow beings, shouldn't we be tolerant?"

"This..."

Rama found these words to be absolutely irrefutable, and he couldn't refute them immediately. He even thought they made a lot of sense and wondered if he had done something wrong.

"Come, Righteous King, you and I are destined to be an invincible alliance. There's no need to question that anymore. The ancient stories of this land should be rewritten by us."

Looking at Krishna's outstretched hand, Rama gazed at the smile on that face, which 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 our minds and the darkness in reality can only instill fear, nothing more."

"Oh?"