Chapter 401

Southern The Americas.

Within the dark fog that obscured the sky, a colossal, Dark Pyramid stood tall.

In the darkness that seems to exist outside the world, in the deep cocoon that resembles Avalon, one cocoon after another emerges.

For the Evil God, this is the moment when joy is about to arrive.

For the fallen, this is a vast Garden of Eden.

Body and mind merge into the Mirage of illusion, where there is neither pain nor freedom.

Geronimo had a dream, then many dreams, until his mind became so muddled that he couldn't tell which dream was a dream and which was reality.

In that seemingly endless dream, the day that rewrote his Fate was repeated over and over again, but the Spaniards Sun shone alone on everything, and neither the weary slaves nor those with only the Desire to live could accept its Sun.

The sound of the rising and falling tides and the wind rustling through the Leaf allowed them to leisurely spend their summer days, while the slaves suffered day after day.

I'm tired, and I don't want to do anything.

However, wanting to kill anyone, wanting to be free, all resistance for oneself and others is meaningless; only killing matters.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if the soul has to be obsequious to anything and become a mindless servant.

"Can you feel this exhilarating Desire? Can you taste this sensation that makes your very being feel like it's about to burst out? Your Sun has already risen! Come, reach out your hands, and I will rescue you, and send you to the real, warm fields you yearn for—"

"Because I am your Sun."

Never mind, none of this matters. It doesn't matter who the Sun is...

There were no lakes or Sun in this pitch-black cave, so Geronimo had no idea what expression he was wearing.

However, in the light emanating from the small, Blond Figure that appeared in front of the cave in an instant, he felt as if he were laughing, or rather, in an exaggerated smile that stretched from his lips to his ears, while simultaneously dancing slowly, clumsily, and absurdly.

And so, I relaxed all my strength and let my body move forward at will.

Hope and despair have both turned into powerless cocoons in the mind, no longer 'life', but a tool for humanity to achieve the goal of the 'First Sun'.

Even though he understood, he was willing to accept it, because behind him lay the Island of Cuba Gold Mine that brought him suffering, the place where Geronimo had spent his childhood.

The gold mine is dimly lit, with light so faint it's almost nonexistent. Each hole is like a dog kennel, forcing people to bend over and crouch to dig for gold. Anyone would develop a hunchback and spinal curvature from prolonged bending over, but there's nothing that can be done about it.

"Hehe, welcome. Rather than a world where suffering is the cause of pain, you've chosen the allure of dreamlike beauty."

"Sun..."

Geronimo murmured involuntarily as he was about to leave the cave.

My own Sun has been replaced once again. Does it really not matter?

I couldn't help but recall the arduous resistance, when we were evading capture by the Spaniards, and everyone was looking up at the sky, asking as they looked:

Why is it so smoky and polluted there?

That might be the enemy's terrifying smoke, or it might be the endless flames of war.

And this is what I said back then:

Don't forget, no matter how dark the night, there will always be light. Even in the coldest nights, when it seems like the world is about to freeze, there will always be light. The Sun will always be there, always, equally among everyone. Don't give up easily, everyone.

Along with the memories that are hard to let go of, what emerges is the 'beautiful' smile of the First Sun standing at the entrance of the cave.

"That's right. Whatever kind of Sun you perceive, it's all just a passing cloud. You have no way to return to Earth, nor is there any need for you to return. From now on, dedicate everything to me, the eternal First Sun."

Chapter 429 Breaking News!

High in the sky, under the Sun, the incredibly powerful Od storms collided head-on, leaving even the Norse heroes, who prided themselves on their top-notch defenses, completely devastated.

Therefore, Beowulf convulsed violently. Although he was not completely hit, he absorbed countless Od shockwaves reaching the ground, leaving half of his body in a state of disarray.

The incredibly powerful Od storms collided head-on, and even this Reality Marble, which prided itself on its top-notch defenses, was completely destroyed.

A normal living being would have died just like that.

Servant are different. Their Flesh, made of Ether, are ultimately irrelevant. Even if they are shattered to pieces, as long as their Spirit Core remains intact, they can be repaired with healing Magecraft.

"Your Spirit Core is about to shatter."

"That's a strange thing to say..."

Beowulf said in a hoarse voice, "Arjuna, I ask you..."

In that instant, the man's pupils widened, revealing a defiant smile, and he continued:

"You think you can die from this little bit of damage?! How can I still be called a 'king'?!"

In the hazy glow of Od, Arjuna's face betrayed no emotion, only a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth and the arrow about to be fired in its final strike.

"So that's how it is, what a hero..."

For a hero blessed by heaven, there was one person who could still smile even at the moment of death.

He was a person who was happier than many people, more unfortunate than many people, and therefore incredibly loving towards countless people.

Tragedy struck here.

Hatred takes root here.

The struggle continues to rage across this land.

In an instant, all light and heat ceased, Beowulf, facing the arrow, saw something even faster than the arrow: a spear thrown from behind Arjuna.

Why? Is it for yourself?

Arjuna did not turn around, for he already knew who it was.

Od light illuminated the White-Haired Goddess man, and tiny specks of dust flew freely around him on the battlefield amidst the chaos of war. With a flick of his wrist, the gun he had thrown returned to his hand.

"This land is a Singularity. Once it is restored, everything will vanish, including people's deaths. They are humans living in the present, even if they are in a foreign land, not in the 1783 we know, even if they live in Future era to me. But as long as they are human, as long as they are suffering and crying out, we must strive forward for them."

Karna said softly.

"When we were training with Ekalavya, the god Kavia told us this, so even if we become Heroic Spirit, we will still be beings like that."

"... Is this why you haven't made a move before?"

Arjuna sighed and clenched his right fist. "But it's no use saying all this now, and you should understand that."

"Yes, I know. Even though my ideas are completely opposite to everyone else's, I'm still going to do it this way, and..."

Karna paused. "You were the same, weren't you? Remember, when everyone was caught in the vortex of struggle, you were also lamenting the fighting, Arjuna."

"Fight on, as always, whether on the Kurukshetra or in the Himalayas Mountains."

The words were brief, but they said it all.

"I swear to this gun, to this armor, to the Lord of the Himalayas, and to my parents, that I will surely achieve victory."

After he finished speaking, faint singing could be heard around Karna.

At the same time, Arjuna smiled and gently placed his fingers on the bowstring.

Because in the past, on the Kurukshetra, the two were on opposing sides, and in the end, he sided with Krishna, while Karna could also be said to be on the side of the god Kavia, Krishna, just as he is today.

"I swear to my parents, my brothers, Krishna, and the Lord of the Himalayas, that I will win this battle."

Od, like mist, soared into the sky.

A high-pitched scream that shook the entire battlefield spread.

At that moment, all life on the battlefield seemed to freeze, and everyone instinctively looked up at the sky, at the 'myth' being reenacted so close up in the air.

However, Jalandhara merely glanced at the battle between the North America Bear God and then focused his pure power into his fist, unleashing another punch at the towering Bear God. A mighty torrent surged forth, instantly overwhelming the Deity's entire body.

"Ha, starting an internal conflict? Oh well, as long as that brat Ganesha is alright."

He couldn't care less about all that. Since Krishna could persuade Durga and the others, he didn't care about dying or being killed. Even if he became an enemy of Human Order, it didn't matter. Besides, although war was tiresome, ruthless methods could end that tiresomeness faster.

At this very moment, witnessed by countless eyes.

A thunderous roar resounded across the sky, and each movement of their limbs tore the heavens apart like lightning.

The burning Od surged ever more powerfully, and from the two heroes, immense power was rapidly born, instantly enveloping the earth in a flash— Noble Phantasm.

On one side is a rapidly expanding divine realm, Arjuna's Noble Phantasm, the Pashupata.

"Here I release my karmic burdens, and through tragedy I save all beings. The divine realm expands, space is fixed, and the execution period of divine punishment is set—with the wrath of Shiva, let the fall erupt!"

This is a weapon given to him by Shiva, one of the Hinduism Aspected God who is in charge of destruction and creation. Although it Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm, it does not actually kill all the humans around it, but rather judges each enemy within range one by one, and if the judgment fails, it will release the enemy.

Liberation, which is death itself, is the greater the chance of being liberated, the higher one's divinity.

Especially now that the India Faction also has Shiva's Wrath, Jalandhara, the enhancement given to him is commendable. In particular, after being blessed by Ganesha, the chief priest, he has reached the point where those who cannot endure Shiva's Wrath will be 'liberated'.

In addition, there was the blessing of Ganesha, the Ganesha, because the story of the Mahabharata was written on her broken tusk, so it actually had a certain blessing on both heroes.

The other side's Noble Phantasm is capable of destroying any 'unique unit', Noble Phantasm that only the 'world' can resist. O Shemesh, submit to death.

"Surya, please understand. There is no more condemnation on the battlefield. My father, please forgive this unprecedented tragedy—"

The spear of lightning, which even Indra, the king of gods, could not control, possessed the destructive power to destroy everything, and was not even found in the treasure vault of the King of Heroes.

The price of using it was the loss of the protection of the Golden Armor. After being peeled off and reassembled into the God-Slaying Spear Golden Armor, Flesh 'Karna wounds slowly oozed blood at that moment, spreading like ink on his pale skin, a shockingly red sight.

This is a battle of myths.

To some extent, if Arjuna represents Shiva, then it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Karna represents Brahma, because with two Brahma- related Noble Phantasm, plus Rama and Krishna, who are avatars of Vishnu, they can be seen as the collective arrival of the Three Aspects.

If we add Durga, who has been absent for so long, as Kavia's representative, then all four gods would be present.

At that very instant, a deep and ancient voice echoed from the sky, as if it contained the majesty of a god, resounding throughout the land.

Not only Karna and Arjuna, but even the Jalandhara was stunned.

That was... the Wolf God from before?

No, it's only similar; the power it contains far surpasses that of the Wolf God Coti.

But at that moment, along with the sound came—

"Woo-hoo!"

Everyone present stood frozen in place, feeling quite awkward.

It was as if the air around anyone had frozen and hardened in an instant.

Deafening Crash spread, and amidst the howling Gale, the Sun rose.

Like the very center of the world, the moment it appeared, everyone was momentarily stunned, as if the world revolved around it.

Around the Shemesh, which resembles the Sun itself, countless Stars gather like fragments. On that terrifyingly vast scale, which seems to have no end, human existence becomes so insignificant that it is even difficult to reach the smallest speck of dust.

Can words become law? Do the Deity of the Americas possess such power?

Such thoughts arose in the minds of Jalandhara and Arjuna.

Unlike the other two, Karna sensed a familiar 'Sun' within that stillness.

It was not the Sun like his father, the Sun God Surya, nor was it the Third Sun of the Americas that he had seen from afar. It seemed to be Sun that, even in an age of heroes, still shone on all dust, shining not only on the noble but also ignoring the lowly.

If we are destined to be lowly, apart from the Brahmin Kshatriya, then being dust is not so bad, after all, this is how the world should continue. This was the belief held by people on the ancient Land of Bharata. However, a god warned them:

You are not ashamed of the sun. The Sun does not leave only darkness because you are humble, but equally bestows light and heat upon all living beings, including dust.

Therefore, Karna smiled when he saw the blond man riding the Coyote Coti appear.

"So that's how it is. Is this the Sun of the Americas? And it's a mountain like the Himalayas?"

Jalandhara regained his senses, calmly nodded and did not rush forward immediately.

"That's... Vritra? He's been taken hostage? Looks like we have to retreat now..."

Although his relationship with Vritra wasn't particularly good, Jalandhara understood that this Asuras King was unlikely to betray him. He wanted to save him, but upon seeing the golden-green-haired girl, he realized it was impossible, since he had witnessed Krishna being defeated by him.

I don't know how to describe that woman.

Despite displaying such Violence, he didn't seem to be even in a serious state.

Similarly, Arjuna also saw Rama appear, wondering why this Righteous King wasn't staying in Washington with Krishna, but instead had gone to the other side.

In fact, those who came with Novia included ORT, Tralock, Tlaloc, and Ritsuka. As for Edison Mash, Tlaloc let him experience being the President for a while, and the reason why Coti's Roar was so powerful was because ORT secretly exerted his strength.

It's normal that those present couldn't tell who Novia was, because the Jaguar Man Mask was so effective at concealing his identity, and given the location in the Americas, it was even more difficult to identify him.

And so, the battlefield, which was on the verge of erupting into conflict, was quickly calmed down by the power of the newcomers.

Just as Jalandhara was intently watching the approaching group, intending to retreat with Arjuna and protect Ganesha, he caught a glimpse of Ganesha trotting onto the battlefield out of the corner of his eye.