Baptism

At this moment, the troops below were in an awkward position. Good news: we've arrived at the city gates.

The bad news is, we're stuck.

The Duryodhana, Nan Di, turned bright red. After all the effort, they couldn't even break through the enemy's city walls; it was simply too humiliating.

"Duryodhana, you mentioned before that you had been to this city. Don't you know that there is such a master architect in this city?"

"How would I have known that Maya possessed such great abilities and was still holed up in this small place?" Duryodhana said, frowning, then pointed a finger at the people below and gave the order:

"Send men to attack immediately! Even if we have to use ladders, we must get them up to this city wall today."

The king below was speechless. Ladders? Did he think Karna on the city wall was a scarecrow? A great archer standing on the city wall could only breach the city head-on; otherwise, any more would just be targets for him.

On the altar of Sweetness City, Kama looked at the situation not far away, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Perhaps it was because he had spent too much time with Bai Mo that he couldn't remember things clearly before, and he had even forgotten that the forces on this side were, to some extent, a force to be reckoned with.

Seeing this, she put aside her previous worries and sat cross-legged in front of the sacrificial fire.

At this moment, all the gods in the sky were watching everything that was happening in the Sweetness City. The aroma of Soma wine wafted through the air, and Indra, the leader, looked down at the city below where the three colors converged and smacked his lips.

"That Maya, he doesn't hesitate to betray us. This farce is a bit too exaggerated. He obtained such great power, but he couldn't even break through the walls of his disciple's city."

Honestly, even though they're human, the way they use their power is so crude. It makes it seem like we gods are weak.

Indra's tone was somewhat displeased, while the celestial being beside him reminded him:

"Your Majesty, you should know that these are merely appetizers. The real main course will likely depend on Kama's choice."

Indra looked down and gave a soft snort.

"Kama, that guy who's always had terrible luck, has his lucky moments."

"Heavenly Emperor, are you truly preparing for this? Judging by future developments, this divine office could become incredibly powerful, after all, the future..."

Indra waved his hand, showing an impatient expression.

"I don't want to hear any of this boring stuff today. By the way, where's God Rati?"

"She's frantically searching everywhere for help; something like this can't be kept secret any longer."

"Hmm~ Not bad, it's something I'm looking forward to, but this can only be considered dessert after the meal."

Indra drank the Soma in her cup, then refilled it. The firelight reflected in the wine, mirroring Kama's current state. She sat before the flames, listening to the prayers of the people in the city.

An overwhelming longing, a desire to escape the joy of the previous life, the anticipation of the future, and the anxiety of the impending enemy attack.

"We've already hidden in a place like this, why won't they let us go?"

"This place used to be a wasteland; we created it bit by bit, and we don't want to give up..."

"But... all the gods support those kings outside, so to whom should we pray?"

Who will respond to us?

The flames burned silently, the aroma of ghee wafting through the air, and darkness gradually enveloped Kama. And in that darkness, she saw that being.

His skin was as dark as a deep rain cloud, a deep blue, and his four arms stood upright. Thousands of faces hung in the sky, and on his skin, one could see all living beings constantly being born, moving, and dying.

"Haven't I told you that you look terrifying, Vishnu? At least hide your face!"

Kama spoke to the being before him, and then his face vanished, returning to his four hands, where the spinning golden Divine Wheel rustled.

"Seeing you so relaxed puts my mind at ease. That's good; taking action is far better than doing nothing."

"So, you're saying I've passed this test?"

"The protector of the marginalized, the savior of the oppressed. The birth of this being will help uphold the Dharma," Vishnu said solemnly. There was nothing around him, but his voice echoed throughout the empty space.

"Those who have the ability should naturally bear the responsibility to the world; I acknowledge the birth of this god."

After saying this, an old man with white hair, Kama recognized very well, appeared beside Vishnu. It was Brahma. Brahma looked at Kama with a mixture of relief and emotion in his eyes.

"This is permitted; everything in the sacrifice is in accordance with the rules, and the gods are witnessing it. Kama, if you wish to create a new divine position, you will need to make enormous sacrifices and accumulate great merit."

After you were reduced to ashes by Shiva and became the Formless One, you have undergone a period of arduous practice. To create a divine office in this way is more than enough.

Brahma spoke to Kama, and upon hearing this, Kama was somewhat amused and exasperated. This was perhaps a case of misfortune being a blessing in disguise. She ran up to Brahma and, like a spoiled granddaughter, said with a smile:

"Father God... look how long it's been since we last saw each other, um... could you perhaps give me some extra pocket money? If my Power of Austerity isn't strong enough, my power as a new god won't be very strong either."

Could you add a little more for me?

Outside the city, the Duryodhana commander kept giving orders to attack the city walls. Archers drew their bows in unison, and arrows rained down, but they were like raindrops hitting the city walls, causing no damage whatsoever.

On the city walls, Arjuna and Karna's arrows posed a serious threat to the lives of those below who possessed divine power.

At that moment, Duryodhana also saw clearly who the people on the wall were: Arjuna, the third son of the Pandavas, and that despicable scoundrel.

"Bhima! You bastard, have you betrayed Hastinapura? You've actually joined the enemy camp?! You scoundrel, you possess power, so why are you hiding in your shell like a turtle? Why don't you come down and fight to the death?"

The Bhima on the city wall who heard the Duryodhana's shout paused for a moment, wondering if the guy had lost his memory or what, how could he say such a thing.

So you knew we were from Hastinapura.

He casually smashed the man who had just climbed the wall down with a hammer, then turned to Duryodhana and said:

"Duryodhana, your voice is too soft. Why don't you come up here and we can have a proper talk face to face on the city wall!"

"Bhima!"

Duryodhana could stop the Bhima from calling out their names like a wronged woman outside the city walls, but he was utterly helpless against them. Outside, he could still vaguely see flames burning inside the city; the enemy must be doing something.

The feeling of watching the enemy move while you can only watch is absolutely awful.

"My God, our army, composed of more than twenty countries, is now being held back by a single city? We haven't even seen the enemy's army yet."

I'm so ashamed I want to kill myself! Which brave warrior will step forward, conquer this city, and I will grant him land and a throne!

These words caused an uproar, but no one stepped forward; they had already witnessed the capabilities of this city wall.

Seeing this, Duryodhana pulled his uncle, his usual strategist, over to him, while Shakuni seemed somewhat uneasy. He looked at Duryodhana with concern and said:

"Arjuna and Bhima have appeared, Pandavas must all be alive. So where is Yudhishthira?"

"What are you thinking about now? Forget about the Yudhishthira, think of a way to break through this city!"

Looking at the city wall, Duryodhana was so anxious that he could hardly bear it. He stomped his feet in frustration, as if he could shatter the city wall in front of him.

Meanwhile, in the Sweetness City, a faint golden beam of light shot into the sky. Maya exclaimed, "The baptism is about to begin! She succeeded!"

Maya, a veteran who had participated in the great war between the Asura and the gods, immediately recognized what it was, which meant that a new god would be born.

In the pitch-black space, Kama raised her hand, and a faint golden light emerged. Still somewhat incredulous, she asked the two deities before her:

"It's like a dream... is this all it takes?"

Vishnu and Brahma both nodded slightly, but the next moment, a cold voice echoed through the air.

"No--!"