Chapter 634: Seizing the Opportunity

"BOSS, are you leaving just like that? Don't you want to stay and watch a bit longer? As you said, this opportunity is truly rare; it might not come again in a million years."

Moon Rabbit looked puzzled. She knew that the war among these god-kings would not end in ten days or half a month; it would only stop after the two worlds stabilized and the turmoil at the roots ceased.

This was indeed an excellent chance for enlightenment. The two earth mother goddesses, Gaia and Isis, who were fighting at the roots, had given Moon Rabbit new insights into the laws of earth, life, soil, and rock.

Li Mochen shook his head. "Of course, because these matters are far more important than this place."

The truth was that there was nothing much to see here anymore. The god-kings were just repeating the same few moves, and Li Mochen had already understood them well enough.

After all, he now had four strands of Merit Purple Qi on him and had burned nearly ninety million strands of merit for this root conflict. This had elevated at least twelve divine authorities to high rank and twenty-five to medium rank.

Especially 'War' and 'Battle'; Odin's power had benefited Li Mochen the most, followed by 'Time' and 'Fate'. The god-kings at the roots all wielded some power over 'Time' and 'Fate', which Li Mochen had focused on studying. The massive consumption of merit was also pushing him infinitely closer to the pseudo-truth level.

If a reference was needed, Merit Purple Qi was the most appropriate. Previously, he needed three strands of Merit Purple Qi to elevate 'War' and 'Battle' to pseudo-truth. Now, only two were needed; if the qi could be split, one and a half would suffice.

Unfortunately, Li Mochen could no longer glean more from it. The deeper mysteries contained within required him to advance further through the Gate of Truth to comprehend.

So now, nothing was more urgent than settling accounts after the autumn harvest.

Moreover, this was a rare time when almost all 'god-kings' and 'sub-god-kings' in the mortal world were powerless and unable to attend to worldly affairs. It would be a pity not to take advantage of this season of doing as one pleased to do something and strengthen one's own power.

Next, Li Mochen flashed and appeared above an ocean. He gathered his divine power in his eyes and gazed at a certain point in the void.

This was the Irish Sea, and where Li Mochen looked was a blissful divine kingdom closely tied to the land of England, named 'Avalon'.

Li Mochen's action was immediately noticed by Ares, who had been watching him. A trace of surprise appeared in his eyes. He wondered why Li Mochen would give up this chance to comprehend the roots, and he also noticed the source power of war growing on this Lord of Fate.

And Ares's suddenly fierce and dangerous aura attracted the attention of the gods present.

Even Hera, who was helping Zeus fight at the roots, diverted a sliver of her consciousness. Because that man had become someone they could no longer ignore.

"Ares, what does he intend to do?"

"I don't know, but the aura of war is growing. He is staring at Avalon!"

"Avalon?"

Hera's eyes also showed confusion: "Is he going to attack the British pantheon? Without the Archangel of Earth, without the Archangel of Battle, just him alone?"

Apollo also withdrew his gaze from the roots, looking puzzled: "Attack Avalon? Is it revenge? Is he too arrogant? Does he think that because he could block the shockwave of the world collision, he is omnipotent? I have been to Avalon; it is a naturally formed small plane, a divine realm filled with root power. In terms of defensive capability, it is not inferior to our Mount Olympus."

At this moment, in Avalon, the divine kingdom left by the Celtic pantheon, the British gods were solemnly and intently watching the battle at the roots.

Before them, a stone mirror left from the Middle Ages relatively fully displayed the abstract battle among the god-kings at the roots.

Only their god of politics, finance, intrigue, and deceit, William Pitt the Younger, was distracted, uneasy, and even somewhat restless.

Queen Victoria, the ruler of Britain, noticed her subject's anomaly: "What are you worried about, Pitt? Are you afraid of that Lord of Fate?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Pitt did not hide it: "Although I have tried my best to conceal the traces, I guess we cannot fool the former 'Gestapo'. He is our old opponent; I know his abilities."

"You fear that the Lord of Fate will retaliate?"

When saying the phrase 'Lord of Fate', Queen Victoria hesitated slightly.

This showed her wariness. Gods have the ability to eavesdrop on conversations that mention their divine names and titles. The weak can only hear a few words, while the strong can even see related images.

And although they were within the divine kingdom of 'Avalon', Queen Victoria was not sure if it could block that one's sight and hearing.

"I admit this matter was somewhat rash, but he has no evidence, doesn't he? Your abilities, Pitt, will not leave him any leverage."

"But he doesn't need evidence."

Pitt frowned: "In the world of gods, evidence is not needed, Your Majesty."

"Of course! I realized that long ago. Not just the world of gods, but mortals often don't need it either."

Victoria lifted her rounded chin slightly: "But Pitt, behind you stands the entire British pantheon. Unless He dares to wage war with us, He can only endure. Even if He has mastered pseudo-truth-level life and vitality, this is not a domain He can trespass—"

The Queen's words came to an abrupt halt. Her gaze turned icy and sharp. Pitt also noticed why his Queen had such an anomaly.

He too saw the figure standing on the surface of the Irish Sea, thousands of kilometers away. Beside this figure, a spear wreathed in lightning had appeared, and its aura had firmly locked onto Pitt.

Victoria first awakened the gods here, then after a brief thought, manifested an avatar before Li Mochen.

"Mr. Wittenstein, I think we should talk."

This made Li Mochen take another look at her. The Queen did not evade or deny, but that was not enough to change his will.

"Your action is a provocation to my pantheon!"

Queen Victoria stared at Li Mochen with a cold gaze: "Considering that war would cause the death of our believers and people, I am willing to give both sides a chance to cooperate. We can make a deal—"

But before she could finish, the 'Longinus Holy Spear' was already hurled by Li Mochen himself. It crossed thousands of kilometers, pierced through the space barrier and membrane of 'Avalon', and plunged deep into the divine kingdom considered the 'Land of Ideal'.

Victoria's gaze instantly turned icy cold. The look she gave Li Mochen was filled with anger and killing intent.

"Very well, you have now declared war on Britain! And I, along with my gods, will give you a response! You warmongering, bloodthirsty brute will pay for your recklessness today—"

At that moment, the holy spear had already charged into the central divine court of Avalon. The gods here had all acted, using their own methods to block the spear's advance.

Victoria's true body also held a golden scepter. As the king of the British pantheon, she held many authorities such as 'Thunder', 'Guardianship', and 'Suppression'.

And the history of the British Empire conquering many civilizations and the sun-never-set empire also meant their pantheon possessed numerous supreme treasures. From top to bottom, none in this divine court believed that this holy spear could harm Pitt.

Because this was no ordinary place; it was 'Avalon', which had resisted the Light Church for a thousand years since the Reformation and had once allowed Henry VIII to usurp the church's authority and touch the radiance! (Henry VIII established the Church of England with the English monarch as the supreme head.)

It was only when the spear effortlessly passed by the gods that a hint of shock appeared in Victoria's eyes. At that moment, not only did her scalp tingle, but she also felt the hairs on her body stand on end. She saw the trace of 'Truth' on that spear.

—It was not 'Life' and 'Vitality', but pseudo-truth-level 'Fate'!

All the defensive divine spells of the gods were perfectly avoided by the 'Longinus Holy Spear' under the guidance of fate. So when the spear reached Pitt, its momentum was still at its peak!

Only Victoria's divine power finally acted on the spear. But the gods here only heard a dull 'boom'!

Victoria's defensive divine spell and a talisman of high mythological quality from India were shattered into dust by Li Mochen's spear. Then, the god of politics, finance, intrigue, and deceit, William Pitt the Younger, who had little combat power himself, was pierced through the chest and heart by the holy spear, its tip nailed firmly into the stone wall behind!

"That is pseudo-truth-level fate!"

At the Olympian divine court, Hera's power nearly shattered her throne and almost affected Zeus's battle deep in the world's roots.

Ares's face was as pale as paper, also filled with bewilderment. The stone slabs beneath his feet, which could have been used to make holy artifacts, were crushed into powder under his leaking divine power.

"But it's been less than half a year! Bastard!"

He knew that the gap between him and that Lord of Fate had become like a chasm. The possibility of eliminating the Lord of Fate's faith in the mortal world in a short time was almost nil.

The gods in this temple had gradually awakened, all showing expressions of shock.

So-called 'Fate' is undoubtedly the highest among all divine authorities, even above time and space.

And pseudo-truth-level 'Fate'—a god who masters this ability, even if only a law god with divine rank seventeen, is enough to be called a 'sub-god-king'.

His combat power would surely surpass all 'chief gods' and 'quasi-god-kings'.

"Pseudo-truth?"

At this moment, it was not only the Olympian court that was watching Li Mochen's actions.

In a conference room specially set aside by Li Mochen for his prime minister in the 'Fate's Domain' magic tower, the god named 'Reinhard Heydrich' was also lost in thought.

"Pseudo-truth?"

Bismarck, who was preparing to handle the aftermath of the great catastrophe, paused and looked sideways.

"What happened, Rein? Is it about my lord?"

He knew that this god of intelligence and espionage had been closely watching their lord's movements.

At this moment, the other gods in the meeting also turned to look at Heydrich. The latter remained calm: "Just now, His Majesty killed Pitt—not dead yet, but soon, it's irreversible."

Upon hearing this, the gods showed varied expressions. They were first shocked by the Lord of Fate's ruthless vengeance without delay, then surprised by the outcome.

Rommel narrowed his eyes: "In Avalon, right?"

He knew that the British wise minister never left Avalon.

During World War I and World War II, the two generations of the Holy Teutonic Empire had repeatedly planned to lure and kill this 'god of politics and finance', but all failed.

After offending the Lord of Fate, the possibility of this one leaving Avalon was extremely slim.

"Avalon!"

Heydrich confirmed the guess: "It was pseudo-truth-level power, not life and vitality, but pseudo-truth-level fate!"

Thus, the entire office fell silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Even Bismarck was momentarily dazed, crushing a document made of high-grade animal skin in his hand without realizing it.

Then, when he came to, he swept all the documents beside him into the trash.

"The previous agenda must be canceled. We need to re-plan, everyone. I believe all gods in the Fate Pantheon must contribute more warriors, and the service time needs to be appropriately increased. If they want His Majesty's protection, they must make more contributions."

None of the gods here were surprised. Obviously, that Lord of Fate was now strong enough to support the sky above them.

And this meant that the 'Fate Pantheon', including themselves, must take this half-year-old pantheon seriously; it could no longer be a loose alliance.

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"How is this possible??"

In Avalon, William Pitt, who was pierced through, also had an incredulous look.

Even when he expressed his worries to Victoria, he never thought he would fall today!

The annihilation and death power on the holy spear had now fully erupted, destroying everything he possessed, including his divine mark condensed at the roots.

Pitt looked into the distant void with a gaze full of confusion, shock, and bewilderment. He was not only shocked by Li Mochen's power but also puzzled why Li Mochen would do this. Compared to the Light Lord and Olympus, the British pantheon, which had undergone several rounds of divine succession, was indeed weaker, but they were not without power.

At that moment, Pitt's mind stirred, and he simultaneously showed expressions of sudden realization and shock.

"Your Majesty, I think he is showing off his strength to certain people and also diverting disaster toward Britain!"

"Diverting disaster toward Britain?"

Queen Victoria was initially confused, but then her pupils sharply contracted, her eyes hiding extreme anger, hatred, and fear, because she understood Pitt's meaning.

Previously, in the conflicts among the gods, the British pantheon had been able to stay out because they maintained considerable strength that made all sides wary.

But now, with the rise of that Lord of Fate and the stabilization of the Fate Church's foundation, that Andre Li Wittenstein had removed himself, his church, and his pantheon from the gods' dining table; they were unlikely to appear on the menu again.

So now, the one that could replace the 'Fate Pantheon' and be coveted by the gods seemed to be only Britain—

And at this moment, that damned Lord of Fate had personally fired the first shot against the British pantheon!

"You must stop him, Your Majesty!"

Pitt's soul was nearing dissolution, but he remained calm, speaking in a hoarse voice: "I don't mean by force, but please do everything possible to reach a peace treaty with him! Please remember, our future can only be helped by the Light Lord; and among our upcoming enemies, only this Lord of Fate can be persuaded to stay out of it with benefits."

As he spoke, the 'Longinus Holy Spear' on his chest was dissipating, turning into wisps of spiritual light and vanishing, then reappearing beside Li Mochen.

This time, he locked onto the modern general named 'Montgomery', whose divine duties almost overlapped with Guderian and Rommel.

But before Li Mochen was ready, Queen Victoria's avatar directly blocked him: "Enough! Your Highness Wittenstein, Avalon is willing to compensate for Pitt's conspiracy against you."

Li Mochen raised an eyebrow and then looked at her with a half-smile. He did not stop weaving 'Fate' and gathering power, but waited for the Queen to name her price.

The latter's expression was cold and somber: "I can give you Genghis Khan's pair of 'Supreme War Spears', the so-called 'Khar Sulde' and 'Tsagaan Sulde'!"

"Supreme War Spears? Not enough! Your Majesty doesn't think this thing can satisfy me, does she?"

Li Mochen shook his head, thinking that this thing was indeed in the hands of the British pantheon.

'Sulde' means spear in Mongolian. Legend has it that when Temujin was born, he held a piece of clotted blood in his hand. His parents broke it open and found it to be a diamond-shaped piece of black iron with two pointed ends. Hence he was named Temujin, meaning 'iron change'.

After that, after Temujin reached adulthood, this rhomboid black iron was forged into two war spears, divided into black and white, respectively called 'Khara Sulde' and 'Chagan Sulde', meaning 'Black Spear' and 'White Spear'. Black symbolized war and power, white symbolized peace and authority. Together, they represented the god of war, represented Genghis Khan, represented supremacy.

Later Mongol khans went further, placing this pair of 'Sulde' atop the golden tent and using them as the military flag and emblem of the Mongol army.

As artifacts that helped Temujin conquer most of the civilized world, the power of this mythical equipment was undoubtedly on par with the Kongtong Seal and the complete 'Longinus Holy Spear'.

Rumor has it that the collapse of the Mongol Empire was also related to the loss of this pair of war spears.

Li Mochen was quite interested in this set of war spears, but he estimated he could not use them. After Genghis Khan's death, no one had been able to unleash their full power. And since this item fell into British hands, it had never been able to show its divine might to the world.

It was evident that this pair of war spears had great restrictions; they were the kind of thing that looked very precious but were actually useless.

Li Mochen's interest in this item was limited to the authority over war, power, peace, and authority, which might benefit him.

At this moment, he sensed something again and said with a faint smile: 'You're trying to ask for help, aren't you? The supreme war spear that can only be used by the bloodline of the Golden Family shows no sincerity either, Your Majesty the Empress!'

Queen Victoria did not answer. She had indeed asked for help from all forces in this world that could assist. But the feedback she received was entirely within her expectations. No one refused her request, but all needed to wait until after the Source.

But heaven knows when that would be? The world's source core was violently churning, and the struggles among those god-kings intensified the turbulence.

Victoria also had a realization—even if those powerful pantheons had the strength to intervene, the British pantheon would pay a painful price they could not bear.

So her plea for help was merely a tentative attempt; she had no hope to begin with.

Instead, Li Mochen's tone made her relax slightly, meaning there was room for negotiation.

'The supreme war spear is an ultimate mythical weapon; in the Eastern cultivation world, it can be recognized as a post-natal supreme treasure. It does require the bloodline of the Golden Family to exert its power, but a god like you, who wields powerful war authority, can completely reforge it. I can even provide the materials for reforging—'

'I think we no longer need to communicate. Let's settle this with war—'

Li Mochen continued to shake his head. The aura of that 'Longinus Holy Spear' had gradually risen to its peak, ready to strike at any moment.

At this time, Li Mochen's weaving of fate was also nearing its end. As soon as he 'threw' this spear, he could kill the god of artillery, tanks, armor, and war machines belonging to Britain.

Victoria's offer was far from what he wanted. The supreme war spear could indeed be reforged, but after reforging, it would at most be considered a high-grade mythical weapon, at least half a step inferior to the 'Longinus Holy Spear' in his hand.

'If this still doesn't satisfy you, I can add seven hundred kilograms of Ganges demon steel, one hundred grams of chaos stone milk, and three thousand drops of life divine spring! This is already very sincere, Your Majesty Wiltonstein.'

Queen Victoria's expression was extremely ugly: 'If you disagree, then let's try. See if your indestructible spear can pierce my unbreakable shield.'

At this moment, Avalon had fully entered a state of war, with internal defense levels many times stronger than before!

'Not enough!'

Li Mochen's face was calm: 'I want the Kunlun Mirror in your hands, plus three Wish Stones, and all your Source Blood!'

The so-called 'Source Blood' and 'Wish Stones' are essentially the same thing, but different environments and forms of generation lead to entirely different uses.

'Wish Stones' are pure Xuanhuang Qi, hence versatile; while 'Source Blood' is the product of Xuanhuang Qi combining with various substances—of course, things that can come into contact with Xuanhuang Qi are basically cosmic treasures born at the beginning of creation, mostly in liquid form.

Their uses are narrower, but correspondingly, he has no limit on the number of uses, making them most suitable for refining and strengthening artifacts.

'That's impossible!'

Queen Victoria's face changed drastically, then she sneered: 'It seems greed has devoured your reason, Lord of Fate! Since that's the case, then—you really are a madman!'

The 'Longinus Holy Spear' beside Li Mochen had already shot out again when she said the word 'then'. At the same time, Li Mochen sensed a force from the void, as someone had promised, beginning to exert itself on this spear.

This caused the spear, transformed into a beam of white light, to easily pierce through layer after layer of magical arrays inside Avalon and fly before Montgomery.

'You wish! Absolute Barrier—'

As Victoria's main body waved her scepter, a layer of white light appeared before Montgomery.

At this moment, it wasn't just the empress desperately suppressing, blocking, and resisting. An old man with white hair and beard also appeared beside her main body, pointing his ram-headed staff at the spear.

'I prophesy, this spear shall not hit!'

But the next moment, the old man's mouth burst forth with divine blood mixed with gold and red, his entire aura becoming extremely weak. And General Montgomery, without any resistance, was pierced by the spear, his divine body pinned to the stone wall behind, just like Little Pitt.

'The ancient sorcerer, founder of the Old Continent Magic Association, god of magic, magical knowledge, magical writing, and prophecy—Merlin.'

Li Mochen looked at the old man, his eyes cold: 'It has always been rumored that he had fallen, but it turns out not. It seems the foundation of your Britain is much deeper than I imagined. But speaking of which, the legend of the Celts after the Red Dragon now serves the king of the White Dragon Saxons?'

'The Celts are now my subjects as well.'

Queen Victoria's face was pale, her eyes filled with shock, anger, resentment, and helplessness.

She didn't understand how this fellow could kill her subordinate gods when they were already on full alert.

After all, theoretically, only powerful beings like Odin, Zeus, Ahura, and the Lord of Light could do this. And even they had to go all out.

Could it be that the power of the one before her was already comparable to these god-kings?

But she soon received a reminder from an ancient mage beside her, and her eyes, cold and resentful, fixed on the void.

'Lucifer! It's you helping him, isn't it?'