In other words, what would come was definitely the pitch-black wind that would end the Human Chronicle, not something like Seven-digit white or Four-digit gray.
The way to defeat the Decadence Wind was to display power surpassing it, or a godhood that would not be worn away by the ages. However... there was no great god in Little Garden whose godhood surpassed it.
In other words, when the Decadence Wind returned from the end of time, all of Little Garden would be worn away by the years, leaving not even a trace behind.
At that thought, Indra's expression twisted slightly.
For heaven's sake, if you don't want to live, go hang yourself! Don't drag Little Garden down with you!
"That bastard has really gone too far."
Indra muttered darkly, wanting to curse someone in the languages of three thousand worlds, only to remember that his other aspect—Bahram's godhood—was still in that person's hands. Cursing him was practically making things difficult for himself.
Against someone who could easily defeat the two strongest God Slayers, the White Night King, who was no longer merely a fragment of Humanity's Final Trial, clearly would not be able to hold out for long. He had to find someone strong enough to rival him and stop all this as soon as possible.
"You may all withdraw."
After arriving at Buddhism under the escort of numerous War Gods, Indra, as Buddhism's representative, spoke to the attendants beside him.
The War Gods all wore solemn expressions. They saluted Indra and withdrew.
Indra looked at the magnificent temple in the distance, straightened his appearance, and entered. After bowing to the statue in the main hall, he called out.
"World-Honored One."
As his words fell.
A beam of golden light appeared out of thin air. A gigantic golden Buddha, a