Babylonian Divine Era, Southwest Border.
Two armies composed of deities and magic beasts confronted each other from afar, with an intense aura soaring to the heavens, shattering clouds across thousands of miles.
"Are you Jing Gu?"
Accompanied by a disdainful sneer, a tall figure, driving a chariot, passed by the Supre Yi Le with a minotaur body, arriving at the forefront of the Canaan Divine Race’s ranks.
His visage was quite handso, his skin as delicate and white as the first snow, exuding a divine sheen. His eyes were profound and bright, with pupils that seed to flicker with lightning, capable of seeing to the depths of one’s soul. His thick black hair spread like storm clouds, and his beard was woven with golden threads, symbolizing the king’s authority and the force of nature. His luxurious purple-gold robe was embroidered with thunder patterns and Canaan runes, its hem billowing like thunderclouds rolling. Around his neck was a golden collar forged from crowns of seven kings, and sea serpent armbands wound around his wrists, with ruby-set eyes.
In his hand, he held a lightning spear forged of bronze, its tip entwined with undying thunder fire; a horn condensed from storms hung at his waist, emitting the shrill cry of raging winds.
A bronze eagle perched on his shoulder, casting sundial shadows with its wings spread.
The chariot was drawn by a bull made of lava, each hoofprint it left burning with a green fla.
Luo En raised an eyebrow, musing:
"Baal?"
Among the Canaan Divine Race, the only one bold enough to seize the spotlight from the old father Yi Le was likely this God of Storm and Thunder.
As expected.
"Yes, it is I!" the man nodded haughtily, then sneered, "Marduk actually lost to you? What a waste!"
Both were paragons of their generation, each holding the authority of storm and thunder, and since the Babylonian Divine Era and Canaan Divine Era were neighboring, comparisons between Baal and Marduk by outsiders were inevitable.
In the past, they each had victories over the other.
But ever since Marduk won the victory in the Babylonian Divine War and successfully stepped into the origin, Baal’s spotlight could no longer outshine this old rival.
Now hearing of this old rival’s downfall, he couldn’t help but jump out to mock.
In the anti, to test how much strength remained in the opponent after that fierce battle.
Baal’s eyes flashed with cunning, and he imdiately raised the lightning spear in his hand, transforming into a towering Storm Giant a hundred ters tall.
With the activation of authority, his previously white skin cracked, revealing lava-like veins, and his hair turned into waterfalls of lightning.
"I co from light, my body like gemstone."
Luo En calmly spoke, drawing the Holy Grail from the Magic Circle Diagram, and with a wave of his hand, a golden glow was cast.
One by one, burning Seraph angels were birthed from it; their wings stirred, scattering wedge-shaped runes with a wine aroma, forming a splendid light curtain.
Baal wielded his spear, gathering lightning, and launched successive attacks on the light curtain, only to vanish into absolute void like a bull into the sea.
"My turn now..."
Luo En extended a finger forward, and the lightning in the sky extinguished at his fingertip.
The mountainous pressure seed to advance through space and ti, pushing forward relentlessly, causing Baal to feel a danger of death, his hair standing on end.
This God of Storm frantically swung his lightning spear, letting out a thunderous battle cry, each breath whipped up a hurricane with a salty stench, golden-red blood mist seeping from his pores to rge within it. The seven-layered armor forged from dynasty sacrificial artifacts erupted with arcs of light, the blessing inscriptions and Power of Faith already driven to their extre.
"Boom!"
At their clash of divine powers, ti and space presented a strange amber state. The storm called by Baal condensed into ice crystals outside the light curtain and was dissolved again by its dazzling brilliance.
"Pu!"
Baal spat a mouthful of golden divine blood, staggering back, cracks appearing on the golden adornnts across his chest, and his bronze armor shattered in turn.
Even after defeating Marduk, this guy still had so much power left!
Baal was shocked, releasing the bronze eagle from his shoulder.
The bronze eagle emitted a shriek tearing through the clouds, engulfed in a harsh storm, and charged toward the target.
But before the creature could approach, the first doomsday giant eagle, Sierra, flapped its wings toward it, fiercely knocking the bronze eagle away, defending its creator.
Simultaneously, the other doomsday giant eagles moved, shrieking as they flew straight towards Baal.
Baal felt a chill in his heart, swinging his lightning spear, and forcefully whipped the lava bull pulling his chariot.
The lava bull let out a thundery roar, spewing fierce green flas forward, burning several charging doomsday giant eagles into ashes.
But with that montary delay, Luo En had already raised his hand once more.
"Hurry up and help!"
At the sound of an anxious shout, the Love and War Goddess Anat hurried toward her brother and lover Baal.
Her high nose bridge was like a finely crafted work of art, with amber eyes nestled in deep sockets that, under sunlight, shimred like honey. Her slightly wavy chestnut hair always casually draped over her shoulders, the tips faintly tinged with a bronze gold, exuding an overall srizing allure.
But her fighting style was the complete opposite, displaying utter wildness.
Bloodlights fell upon the battlefield; Anat’s chariot rolled over the shattered land. The beast skulls hanging at the front roared in encouragent, as her dual blades whipped up a scarlet whirlwind—her left sword cleaved open the sky, with thunderstorms pouring down the blade; her right spear pierced the earth’s veins, magma surged like a frantic serpent.
Two destructive forces jointly shot at the light curtain before Luo En, the ripples they stirred no less than her brother Baal’s attacks.
Anat, whose na in Canaanite ans "Force" or "Violence," was revered as the mightiest War God in the Canaan Divine Race.
It was precisely because of her assistance that Baal could suppress his other brothers and beco the predetermined next leader of the Canaan gods.
But even united, the siblings could not break through that pure white light curtain.
Even as the pale hand pressed downward, the siblings spat golden blood in unison, plumting to the ground like teors.
"Hiss~!"
Seeing this, the God of the Sea Yam and the Netherworld God Mot gasped.
Realizing that the new ruler of Babylon before them seed far stronger than expected, the two dared not remain spectators any longer and decisively joined in support.
The ghostly light ford by stagnant death energy and the azure waves intertwined, attacking the descending hand on the battlefield, aligned together with thunder and storm symbolizing the Divine Authority of the sky, constructing a complete concept of the "World," jointly countering the descending hand.
Luo En’s gaze flickered, and the War Giant Behemoth and the Deep Sea Serpent Leviathan leapt out from behind him, eting the two Divine Kings of the Canaan Divine Race respectively.
These were the archetypes among the three great doomsday beasts, reshaped and strengthened after his union with the Goddess Tiamat.
Despite their lesser hard power compared to the two Divine Kings of the Canaan Divine Race.
But they just happened to possess corresponding Divine Rights of sky, earth, and sea, which should suffice to delay so ti.
At this mont, Behemoth hamred the earth, and a soil-colored halo spread out, blocking the spread of death energy; Leviathan opened its mouth to inhale, swallowing the azure waves completely.
The rescue attempt by the God of the Sea Yam and the Netherworld God Mot was promptly blocked outside.
At the sa ti, golden blood dripped from Luo En’s fingertips, like sparks falling into dry wood, instantly igniting everything around, rapidly spreading toward the center of the battlefield where Baal and Anat were.
At the critical juncture, a chaos storm tore apart the fla, allowing the entrapped Baal and Anat a mont to breathe.
The Origin God of the Canaan Divine Race—the Supre Yi Le, had finally taken action.
At this mont, this Father God of the Canaan gods was maneuvering a Bronze Chariot into the battlefield, wielding a giant axe wrapped in lightning and storm, cutting through the blazing golden flas to carve a path of life for his ensnared children.
Now is the ti!
Luo En’s eyes flashed coldly, as the Holy Word transford into golden chains that flew out from the flas, firmly binding Yi Le and his chariot.
Imdiately, he held his hands up in a virtual grasp, and the Fiery Fla Demon Sword Leivateinn erged from the Magic Circle Diagram, falling into his palm.
"Its source is light, its power is fla, judgnt by sword, punishnt by fire—everything, annihilate!"
Under the solemn chant, the Fiery Fla Demon Sword Leivateinn awoke from its long slumber, its blade lit with the Eternal Fire that could incinerate all things.
Next, as the sword’s edge descended, the canopy was torn apart into a lava fissure, and a rain of fire poured down like teors. Wherever the sword’s edge passed, space twisted into a charred vacuum, and the storm and thunder surrounding the Supre Yi Le were instantly torn apart.
Yi Le’s pupils contracted drastically, frantically wielding the Bronze Giant Axe in his hand, each swing shattering space and collapsing stars.
However, the sandstorm that swallowed the heavens and the earth could not extinguish that dazzling fla, the cruel lightning could not withstand the sword’s descending edge.
"Pu!"
Accompanied by the teeth-grating sound of a blade entering flesh, an arm holding the Bronze Giant Axe flew high.
And before it landed, a throng of Seraph Angels rushed forward, their six wings vibrating, burning the severed arm, the Bronze Giant Axe, and the divinity within to ashes with their own flas.
"Roar!"
Yi Le clutched the severed arm with a muffled groan, his bovine face twisting in agony, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
Divine Integration!
This guy completed Divine Integration! Possessing two portions of World Essence!
Watching Yi Le, who clutched his severed arm and stumbled back, Luo En shook his head, sowhat dissatisfied.
What a pity.
He initially feigned weakness to the enemy, using Baal and Anat as bait, then lured Yi Le into the trap, attacking when least expected, hoping that with the trump card of two portions of World Essence, he could eliminate this leader of the Canaan Divine Race in one blow, alleviating the pressure of facing three Origins afterward.
However, Yi Le, after all, was a genuine Origin God.
Even though he accidentally fell for the trap due to a misjudgnt, he was not killed in one blow, only paying the price of a severed arm and the shattering of a divine artifact.
However, avoiding the next blow would not be so easy.
Luo En squinted his eyes, raising the Fiery Fla Demon Sword again, a gold-red beam soaring to the sky, exuding the heat to incinerate everything.
Yi Le, eyes full of terror, couldn’t help but shout:
"Won’t you help now?"
At the sa ti, a fla ignited in the eastern sky, an arrow of fla light shot through dinsions with the Milky Way as a bow.
Light arrows collided with sword edges, causing the surrounding space to collapse and shatter in succession, altering the sword force that had firmly locked onto Yi Le.
Luo En intended to pursue, but a Mortality Spear, ford by flas and a blood moon, ca howling from the other side, aiming for his heart.
The sword edge deflected downward, and in the intense collision of two Origin Divine Powers, the blood-red Mortality Spear was transford into crystal dust by the Supre Law.
But the Supre Yi Le also successfully escaped, retreating back into the ranks of the Canaan Divine Race.
They’re here!
Luo En felt a heaviness in his heart, gazing far toward the eastern sky, where two figures appeared in succession, accompanied by the light of creation and destruction.
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