King of the Gods
Enlil, dragging his mangled body, recklessly merged into the embryo. Imperfect birth? Insufficient life force? Tiamat of the Sea of Imaginary Numbers had plenty of life force! Insufficient Daichi element? He still held fifty percent of the Authority of the Underworld, Ereshkigal was in Uruk; there were plenty of ways to make up for it later!
That's nothing. The most difficult period is over. He has a full understanding of Bai Mo's power from the battle just now. Next, all he needs to do is obtain the body of the Heaven and Earth Demon God, and he will be 90% confident of defeating Bai Mo.
His body gradually dissolved into the embryo, and he felt as if he had returned to his mother's womb, a warm, tiring feeling surging from all directions.
But there is no time to rest now. The enemy has not been defeated, and the flaws have not been remedied. We must quickly master this body of the Heaven and Earth Demon God.
Enlil opened his eyes to complete darkness, and immediately sensed something was wrong. This embryo would naturally develop its own consciousness, but if it were seized before conception, that consciousness couldn't possibly appear; it should have opened its eyes by now.
Deep within his soul, a strangely familiar feeling suddenly arose, as if he had returned to the supreme Heaven where the gods once resided.
But how could that be? Those gods were all extinct, and he did it himself! This Heaven and Earth Demon God did indeed use the corpses of those gods, but how could it give him such a strong feeling?
"You feel good, Father God."
A familiar voice rang out, followed by more, and figures appeared in the Wubian darkness. Enlil's eyes gradually turned cold; that familiar voice belonged to his child, the moon goddess Nanna.
Not only him, but figures emerged from the darkness one by one. Enlil recognized them; these were his children, his lovers, his brothers... the Sumer gods he had personally ended.
"I see." Enlil looked up and let out a soft chuckle.
"Are you the last resort to stop me?"
"Stop you? You've got it wrong, Enlil. We're here to kill you!" The War God Marduk, strode forward, his soul like a giant dragon, his ferocious eyes fixed on Enlil.
"That's right, you heartless jackal and beast, you never expected this, did you? Your actions have finally come back to haunt you today!"
It was unclear which deity shouted, but in an instant, countless figures surrounded Enlil, making him the target of everyone's criticism. Enlil was now a soul; although powerful, he couldn't use his physical strength and could only fight with his will.
The gods before him, though weaker, were numerous and powerful.
At this moment, in the mind of the Heaven and Earth Demon God, just like in Bai Wunan's final War God Space, only willpower matters, and the one who remains will become the master of this body.
However, it appears that Enlil has been excluded from the list.
"Your ambition ends here! You used us, you killed us, all for this? You heartless bastard, you deserve to be born!"
Curses and curses rose and fell, just then a goddess emerged from within, her face as cold as ice, staring intently at Enlil. Upon seeing her, the gods' shouts and curses ceased.
She was Ninlil, Enlil's wife.
At this moment, the couple seemed like mortal enemies, and she slowly spoke:
"My husband, I still remember the day we met in the sacred river, but now I am a goddess who has come to take revenge on you. But before I judge you, I want to ask you one more question: Why?"
Why did you betray us? You betrayed your wife, your children, your brothers!
Her voice was filled with hatred and excruciating pain. At this moment, the goddess was like a wounded beast, letting out a desperate roar at the hunter who had shot her.
But Enlil's gaze remained calm, as if those standing before him were not his former comrades, but a group of stones. He opened his mouth and let out two cold, soft laughs.
"Heh heh heh, Ninlil, how come I never noticed before that you were such a coward, so full of nonsense? I've already killed you, and you still want to ask me why?"
What's the point of asking? Can my answer change this fact?
Despite being condemned by thousands, surrounded by enemies, and all alone, Enlil remained fearless. Even alone, his aura overwhelmed the gods, as if he were still the king of gods, the one who would forever be above them all.
He strode forward, surveying his enemies like a judge, and said with a disdainful look:
"You bunch of idiots, you actually came here to ask me why? Have you been enjoying yourselves for too long that you can't even remember how you became gods?"
No, I've seen you being hypocritical for far too long; that facade is stuck to you and you can't tear it off anymore!
Enlil extended his finger, as if pointing a sharp sword at the gods, and roared:
"Don't forget how we got to where we are today. To survive, we killed our father god Abzu and imprisoned our mother goddess Tiamat. Every one of our hands is stained with the blood of our parents!"
Do you remember those craftsmen gods who were executed for creating humankind? We killed them in the name of Zhengyi, using their blood to create humans who would labor in our place, so that we could enjoy sacrifices and entertainment!
A deity in the crowd shouted, "Wasn't that your order?!"
Upon hearing this, Enlil laughed even louder, his voice filled with contempt and mockery.
"Which of you has ever refused human sacrifices? The offerings you've consumed, the brocades you've donned, are all stained with the blood of your own kind. You killed them, so what? You still dare not admit it? A bunch of incompetent cowards."
Admit it, we killed our fathers, imprisoned our mothers, and slaughtered our brothers and kin for pleasure. We so-called gods are nothing but scum, a bunch of hopelessly despicable bastards!
After banishing his mother, he indulged in unrestrained pleasures in the world; after killing his fellow human beings, he fully experienced the service of humankind.
What? Now that I'm the one killing you on the chopping block, you'll die with your eyes open in disgrace? You can't accept it? You've become Hero of Justice, wanting to judge me?
None of you deserve it!
Enlil spread his hands wide, completely devoid of the nobility expected of a god, resembling a gladiator trapped in an arena, ready to unleash his full power and wreak havoc!
"Come on! Don't try to influence my will with your hypocritical words, my compatriots? You are nothing but obstacles in my path."
If we're talking about gratitude and loyalty, we're all bastards who murdered our parents, imprisoned our mothers, and drank the blood of our own kind; none of us has the right to be superior! And if we're talking about success or failure, you're all just my defeated opponents!
Come on, let me kill you all, it's just doing it again!