Chapter 613: Chapter 88: Crown of the Tens VS Incarnation of the Twelve (4.5k)_2 Chapter 613: Chapter 88: Crown of the Tens VS Incarnation of the Twelve (4.5k)_2 “Immortality! Immortality!”
And amidst their unified praises, Titan King Cronus, who had forged the ten Divine Emblems into a [Crown], proudly emerged from the Abyss, grasping the pitch-black Heavy Scythe crafted from volcanic stone, and swung it towards the towering walls of Thessaly.
In the silent and grim resonance, the crescent-like blade of darkness swung from the scythe, severing time and space, splitting dimensions, disrupting the void, and leaving Chaos in its wake. It seemed to shatter all laws and order of the world, intent on reshaping the universe itself.
Faced with such a revolutionary force, the heroes and deities atop the Thessaly Defense Line felt a bone-deep helplessness and a trembling from the depths of their souls.
Even though the fortress beneath them was constructed from sturdy Mountain Copper and protected by numerous deities, they could not draw the slightest sense of safety from it.
Therefore, barely half a second later, the outer Defensive Charms of the Thessaly Defense Line were mostly dissolved.
“Darkness resounds, all things perish!”
Surrounded by the Giant Spirit Clan, Kronos, with his arm clad in ferocious Divine Armor, extended and clenched his fist toward the front, coldly shouting.
The Crown on his head, woven from ten Divine Emblems, vibrated with a hum, and the Composite Power of Divine Integration resonated forth.
Instantly, the black blade from the scythe continued its advance, and the darkness from the shattered world billowed out from the path of the blade, like molten iron pouring over the heavens, corroding the dome of the sky and dragging the entire world into the Abyss of Destruction.
In the pitch darkness, the deities and heroes on the fortress felt their souls and bodies plummeting, their consciousnesses blurring.
Until, as if a song or a poem echoed in their ears.
“I bring death, I also bring life.
No one can escape my hand, no one is beyond my sight.
Glory, majesty, power, and authority, all belong to me!
My will shall be done in heaven, it shall spread on earth, forgive your sins, inscribed as a brand, to the untainted land that descends here—Dionysus Cosmos [The World Encased by the Azure Sky]…”
Clang! Accompanied by a sharp, ear-piercing collision, the people on the fortress snapped back to reality, only to see a thick, massive, and intricately crafted Divine Shield appearing before the city walls, blocking the dark Giant Scythe swung from above.
Amidst the Chaos and ruin, the designs of the earth, sky, ocean, the tireless Sun, the plump and full Moon, and many stars on the surface of the shield glittered brightly like a floral garland decorating the heavenly vault, reconstructing the contours of the [World].
At the same time, the ghostly images of Athens and Thebes rose from the ground, and the “residents” of the cities, be they old or young, male or female, also materialized, filling in the details of the [World], giving that piece of heaven and earth life and vitality.
Upon seeing this, Kronos’s gaze darkened, and he snorted coldly, swinging the Giant Scythe in his hand in succession, a series of pitch-black light blades slashing towards the azure Divine Shield.
And in the instant of the attack, the people etched on the shield seemed to sense danger, as they all dropped what they were doing and prayed devoutly.
Their voices rose in waves, chanting the name of “Dionysus,” their unified faith coalescing into a greenish-blue firmament above the [Little World].
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
The pitch-black blades of light were successively extinguished in the rising milky blue glow of the shield’s surface, never managing to reach the Thessaly Fortress behind the [Little World].
The aftermath of the clashing powers poured out in all directions, causing trouble for the unprepared Giant Spirit Clan on the battlefield.
Dozens of Titans standing too close exploded in the shockwave, turned into a mist of blood; those at a farther distance had their armor shattered and flesh lacerated, revealing their jagged bones and crimson organs; and the weakest Magic Beasts suffered the most gruesome fate, killed by the thousands without even a chance to scream.
What a tough bone to chew!
Unable to breach the defenses, Kronos’s face grew dark, gripping the Giant Scythe in his hands with abandon and stepping out of formation, ready to crush this human anthill with his own Divine King’s might.
“Halt here, end here, this is the Temple of God, this is the Gate of Heaven!”
Simultaneously, a staff shaped like a withered branch, accompanied by solemn Divine Words, flew out from the Great Temple of Thebes, planting itself in front of Kronos.
As soon as the staff hit the ground, it burst into a massive wild growth of palm wood, its branches igniting into a hundred-zhang-tall blaze of golden-red flames, illuminating the entire sky.
And as layers of light patterns interweaved, seven doorways stood tall, the magnificent and elegant structures of the Heavenly Palace emerged amongst the clouds of the sky, reflecting off the azure shield’s construction of the [Little World].
Bearing golden wings, the Shepherd of the Temporal World, as radiant as a gemstone, held a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, standing guard in front of the Heavenly Gate leading to the [Little World].
Your Temple? Your Doors?
In the era when the Titans ruled the world, you didn’t even know which woman’s belly you were in!
Kronos snorted, grasping the handle of the Giant Scythe with both hands, swinging his arms forward in a wide sweep.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dark blade broke through four Heavenly Gate shadows in succession, and the palm tree sustaining the [Little World] cried out, its branches swaying.
“You think to stop me? Crown of the Ten!”
Kronos shouted sternly, the ten Divine Emblems atop his Crown flaring together.
The three rear doorways to the [Little World] were instantly shattered, the black Giant Scythe tearing through the palm wood’s trunk, colliding with the staff-turned-spear that was its true body.