Sacrifice

According to the rules of the Dharma, the words of the eldest brother, Yudhishthira, have absolute binding force on his younger brothers. Arjuna's face was grim. He lowered his head and stared coldly at Karna, who still had his Hell War Armor open, revealing his heart.

"And I believe that if it's fake, this warrior Karna will definitely take responsibility."

Upon hearing Yudhishthira's last words, Arjuna a deep breath, then chanted a spell and shot an arrow into the sky. This was an arrow of prayer, and Indra, who lived in the heavenly palace, naturally saw his son's need.

"So you finally realize you need your father's help when you're in trouble? Arjuna, as your father, I'll help with this. Anyway, that Yao Lian been arrogant for too long, so let's just do him a favor."

After speaking, Indra cast down the light of a jewel, Pandavas immediately saw the figure hidden in the dark alley of the crowd. Although the figure had covered its mouth and nose with cloth, its eyes were unmistakable.

"Yao Lian!"

Bhima shouted, completely unexpected that the enemy who attacked his mother was actually alive. He saw the son of the wind god clench his teeth, and the veins on his arm, which was as thick as a tree trunk, bulged, as if he wanted to tear this guy to pieces.

"Finally found it, is it there?"

Karna immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow, reciting the technique of Rama with the Axe. Flames ignited on the arrow. The fifth son of the Pandavas, Sahadeva, worriedly said:

"Karna, do you know where you are? There are so many people, how can you possibly hit them?"

Karna turned and smiled, brimming with confidence. He then fired an arrow, which transformed into a blazing sun, scattering everyone nearby. Afterward, a sharp arrow shot out from the flames!

An arrow through the heart!

Arjuna darkened upon seeing Karna's exceptional archery skills, and he too drew his bow.

Meanwhile, in Rajagriha, Yao Lian, who had been blasted into a bloody mess by the Triple War God, was stunned. He never expected that Bai Mo would have made such a plan. Now, the hearts of both bodies had been destroyed, and he could no longer mobilize his power. The body in Hastinapura did not have enough power to repair its heart.

Yao Lian raised his head and looked at Bai Mo, who stood behind him with three terrifying figures: one wielding Mad Giant Shark, one with a fierce aura like a deep-sea Great White Shark, and a monster that he found incomprehensible and absurd.

The feeling of death washed over him, and he clearly sensed that his life was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

The outcome is decided.

Yao Lian abruptly turned his head away, presenting his neck to Bai Mo as if facing a ferocious beast, and gave up resisting.

"I never expected there to be someone as strong as you. Make your move. It's the law of the jungle. My weakness and carelessness led to this. This is your victory. Enjoy the kingdom you've conquered."

Enjoy it, until you're like me... But even if I, Yao Lian, am defeated, I will still be the King of Kings. Ten years after my death, those pathetic Kshatriyas will still fear my name. Hehehe..."

Despite being defeated head-on in this battle, Yao Lian had no complaints. Even his doppelganger had been broken by his opponent, so losing was losing. As a proud Kshatriya, he would not refuse to die on the battlefield.

Bai Mo looked at this guy, stretched out his finger, and activated the Illusory Demon Way Path. The heavily injured Yao Lian immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Then, he saw a huge and vast country.

"What's this?"

"Another ending."

It was a picture scroll, the Kingdom of Magadha, where the Ganges generously bestowed wealth upon the country. There, high-quality timber built the kingdom tall and vast, and the iron mines of Bihar produced fine ironware and weapons.

It was incredibly rich, and there, the Yao Lian King's battle banner flew.

"Why... why are you showing me this? If you're going to kill me, just kill me, stop talking nonsense."

"I'm just correcting one of your mistakes, Yao Lian. You seem to think you're very successful as Lord. You control one of the richest lands in the world. You could have had a prosperous kingdom and become a powerful, celebrated king."

But look around now, and see what this power has turned you into.

Shouts came from the surrounding Rakshasa, these power-worshipping creatures were already cheering for their new king and couldn't wait to taste the Yao Lian.

"It's just a matter of the strong preying on the weak. How could someone like you, who's willing to pretend to be a slave for those pathetic humans, possibly understand that?"

"That's just your excuse. Look at what you've become without this power. You were born with so many advantages, yet you've ended up like this."

Compared to your illusionary self, you have more advantages, but what's the result?

You mock me for pretending to be a slave, but you are a slave to this power. Do you think your name will be etched in history? No, those kings will only fear this power, not you.

Bai Mo extended his fist, his Magnetic Field Power surging. Looking at that familiar power, and recalling his past pursuit of power and constant self-transformation, Yao Lian gritted his teeth and roared:

"Bah! If I hadn't made a wrong move, how could I be in this situation? You say I'm inferior to that guy in the illusion? If I hadn't encountered you as an enemy... no, even if I had only sacrificed Kama, I would be the victor right now."

Yao Lian was unwilling to accept Bai Mo's words, but what he was even more unwilling to accept was that if the roles were reversed, the Yao Lian in the illusion would do better than him.

However, the truth is that Yao Lian has now turned Kingdom of Magadha into a paradise for Rakshasa. In the official history, although Yao Lian was killed by Krishna in an dishonorable manner, there is still a Yao Lian temple in his homeland.

And here, there are only Rakshasa eager to taste his blood.

"Ugh, I can't stand it anymore. This guy, ending up in such a pathetic state, is so stubbornly refusing to admit defeat. You say that if you sacrifice me, you'll be the victor?"

As Kama spoke, he came to Bai Mo's side, bit his finger, and a drop of blood fell.

She glanced at Bai Mo without making a sound, and seeing the worry in Bai Mo's eyes, Kama's lips curled up slightly. Blood fell to the ground, the altar activated, a vast power surged forth, and a huge deity emerged.

"God of Great Terror! Mahadeva!" Yao Lian cried out, as if a drowning man had grasped at a straw. Even with his heart destroyed, he still clasped his hands together in prayer:

"Great Destroyer, I offer you the highest sacrifice! Behold, there lies the goddess Kama, who once interfered with your cultivation; I have brought her here!"

However, the God of Great Terror coldly stared at Yao Lian, let out a roar, opened his third eye, and instantly engulfed Yao Lian in flames.

He received the same treatment as Kama.

Amidst the raging flames, Yao Lian struggled, questioning, "Why, Mahadeva, why are you doing this to me?"

Meanwhile, in Hastinapura, another Yao Lian felt the same pain. The next moment, another arrow shot out, Arjuna's arrow, like a bird flying in the forest, piercing through his head.

He died, his body shattered.

In the Dvaraka, Krishna, who had been busy all night, suddenly froze. A burn mark appeared on his body and then disappeared.

"What's wrong, Krishna? It's time to offer sacrifices to Shiva."

His wife, Rati, came to his side. Krishna shook his head and said, "It's alright. By the way, Rati, do you know the meaning of sacrifice?"

"My husband, stop keeping me in suspense. I'm eager to hear your knowledge, but I won't let you keep me in suspense. Tell me if you want, or don't."

Krishna smiled and put his arm around her as they walked toward the altar, explaining to her along the way:

The essence of sacrifice is "giving," and its core purpose is to please the gods through specific offerings in exchange for protection, blessings, or the absolution of sins.

Is it permissible to offer up an enemy of a deity as a sacrifice?

That is naturally unacceptable; it violates the fundamental logic of sacrifice as "sharing sacred things." This is not a sacrifice; execution disguised as a ritual is a defilement, an insult to the sacredness of sacrifice through the filth of transaction.

Sacrifice is the law that sustains the world; if the offerings become a means to satisfy personal desires, then sacrifice becomes a form of political manipulation. This deviates Dharma and violates the Dharma.

If this continues, the connection between humans and gods will be shrouded in gloom.

Therefore, offering up an enemy of a deity as a sacrifice will only incur the wrath of the god.