Chapter 406
The recollection ends here. Geronimo felt that since he had this choice before him, then this was acceptable for now.
"Perhaps."
He murmured this 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. His attention was drawn to it, and he stopped in his tracks.
"Why stop? I am the real Sun."
The avatar of the Evil God said with ecstasy, "Wouldn't it be too boring to refuse? You'd only be able to struggle to the very end, struggling to die, an ugly, pathetic death, which would be very painful, wouldn't you say?"
Geronimo did not answer, but continued to gaze at the Sunflower 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 laugh.
"You are the First Sun of the Aztec. Not only do I demand recognition, but I would gladly obey any order you give."
Geronimo paused for a few seconds, "But, my Sun is not you, our Sun is no longer you, Almighty God Tezcatlipoca!"
"Oh?"
The Evil God's incarnation showed no 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 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 'Sun' to restrain it? It's almost Wrath blocking out the Sun, and even when there's no Sun, it still shines 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 essence of 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 the Fifth Sun, for when you enter it, you will discover—"
In his hands was the soil 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 whites slowly rise, 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 Sunflower glaring angrily at the 'Sun'.
This is why Novia said "not pregnant yet" earlier. It wasn't due to the power he exerted, but rather because of her own will. This was enough to make her extremely happy and to show her Wrath towards "Nyarlathotep" who was toying with their will.
Therefore, the avatar of the Evil God stumbled a few steps as Novia approached.
Because it was such a tender declaration, yet it didn't include herself...
"Brother, you said... you're going to kill me?"
The avatar of the Evil God 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 uttered by the avatar of the Evil God sounded as if he were extremely Wrath, extremely Sorrow, extremely embarrassed, or perhaps just incoherent ramblings, 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 were reddish patterns that resembled neither pigmentation nor tattoos, adorning Kavia at that moment like a humanoid golden-red flame, with beautiful golden bells hanging from her ears.
This is Divya, the Wrath form of Kavia.
"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 perhaps accept, only to become more chaotic within the chaos itself.
"Why did this happen? It shouldn't have happened. It can't be like this. Why did this happen? Did I do something wrong? Am 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 Universe 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, to actually point it out so directly."
In the dazzling light, the avatar of the Evil God grinned at Novia, his lips 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 messenger makes when he's truly like this! I'm not lying, you know? That messenger really does say that when he reveals his true form."
Of course, Nyarlathotep had given this much thought 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? Sigh, I've really worked hard. I wonder if the other opportunity that Shub-Niggurath volunteered for will work...
"Even though it's only for a moment, it'll be you soon."
Novia's words are true.
Because he is Divya, he possesses the Noble Phantasm - Unrighteous Fate, Freedom Through Cause and Nirvana.
This Noble Phantasm can capture fluctuations and the entity itself based on a higher-dimensional image that cannot be interfered with. Therefore, Nyarlathotep, who appeared by using the incarnation of the Evil God Tezcatlipoca, can also use this image to capture Nyarlathotep from a distant place and bring him into this body.
In an instant, the light enveloping the avatar of the Evil God received his command, and astonishing Od permeated the concepts within the Evil God. Following the Evil God's journey beyond the Singularity, each concept left a beautiful trail, heading directly towards the nearest door beside the moon, as if the Great Gate 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 towards the scene before her; if she had closed the 'door' immediately, she probably wouldn't have gotten here.
However, Nyarlathotep had absolutely no idea that Yug would help her.
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 Wrath; if you don't resist, Yug will see you halfway through...
"Oh, what a pity."
Although her words were meant to express 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 found it quite fascinating; it was like a cricket fighting enthusiast running into a cricket pit and becoming a cricket themselves. Although it was forced upon them, it was still a unique experience. It was like being trapped inside a toy they were trying to make—what was that feeling like? They'd never experienced it before...
Therefore, the tall, brown Humanoid 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 in awe.
Seeing Yug'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 Court of Chaos, Azathoth, who had been asleep for an unknown period of time, awoke.
Unlike the mad, howling sounds of his sleep, Azathoth, holding the dancer's flute in the empty space, amidst the deep, frenzied beating of the Abominable Evil Drum and the hollow, monotonous howling of the terrifying Magic Flute, emitted a sound that was indescribable and impossible to ignore, not only from outside the Universe but also from within Universe.
Where?
At that very moment, a White Dove appeared in the Universe, flapping its White Dove and flying towards the 'gate' 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 imagery of the Evil God.
"Did it fail?"
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 have been 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.
But he had no time to think about it anymore. He sensed that in the eastern part of the Americas, at Washington, during the battle between Krishna and Rama, the great India Great Goddess Durga had awakened in the form of Kali.
Earlier, somewhere in Washington.
The White-Haired Goddess Goddess Durga closed her eyes, silently permeating the Leyline of the Americas.
Even after agreeing to Krishna's plan, the Great Goddess still longed for him in this situation.
Tracing the traces through countless trials and tribulations, weave together a myriad of blossoming thoughts.
I only wish to be by your side.
Even if it's light-years away.
My dear husband, where are you now?
"Waaah..."
The silver-haired Warrior Goddess suddenly opened her eyes, likely sensing the manifestation of her lover's Wrathful Aspect.
"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 Wrath 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 Aspect and a similar being, she is Goddess with Universe omnipotence that surpasses hers. It is possible to say that two gods reside within one body.
"Haha, hahahahaha! Shut up, shut up! Durga, you have no right to stop me from showing up! My husband's Wrath has come, so I must appear! That's the rule between my husband and me!"
The silver-haired Goddess transformed into a terrifying Goddess, entirely purple and draped in a black cloak. In particular, her two hands turned into eight, frightening the White Snake, who was originally the goddess's pet, so much so that it dared not move, letting Kali swing it around like a stick.
After all, the White Snake understood that if she offended Kali, she would truly die.
At the same time, despite being consumed by his own Wrath, 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. After me comes Mohini, then Kama, and finally you. We need to follow the correct chronological order.
In response, the Wrath 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 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 --
A war between gods.
The sky parted, the clouds cracked, and everything above Washington was severed. The melodious Melody of India, accompanied by deep drumbeats, rose up, not only unique to India but also carrying the endless joy and peaceful praises of Buddhism.
Homage to Vishnu... and to the Buddha's compassion!
Faintly, one could hear countless people chanting and reciting in unison, as well as bursts of laughter during debates.
Before the magnificent chanting of the King Rama is the Kalpavriksha tree of the Nandana Garden of Indra Buddhism, which is equivalent to the Ocean of Milk, Divinity place where many treasures can emerge, and a tree that can naturally produce everything needed. It can also be considered a representative of the Radiant Light Buddha.
Vishnu's two avatars, King Rama, obtained the concept of the three Aspected God at this moment through Arjuna and Karna, while Krishna transformed himself into the concept of Bodhisattva through humanity's long-standing Faith, similar but not identical earth Leyline, and the transformed Holy Grail.
From this perspective alone, Rama would not be a match for Krishna.
Krishna raised Shiva's Divine Bow and ran straight up from the ground, shooting arrows like lasers without hesitation. In just one second, he leaped over Ten Thousand Meters, a dramatic change that could be seen by the naked eye Rama, moving from horizontal to vertical motion.
"Bless me, Brahma; Wrath me, Shiva."
The arrows, like laser beams, burst forth with golden light at the speed of light and then split, 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 Aspected God, and probably few in the Indian Pantheon could withstand it, although as 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 Weapon, transformed from Shiva's Divine Bow, spun and swung continuously from Rama's fingertips, forming four golden discs resembling Chakram. Each disc spun like Mahavairocana, carrying terrifying Divine Power, as if it could slice through everything in the world.
Narayana is another name for Vishnu.