Chapter 719: Transcendence (End)

Just as the grand army of the Alliance of Destiny began to engage with the dark legions of the Aesir Pantheon, a conversation was taking place in the outer void of the Bright World.

"Can you tell me what exactly is going on, my dear daughter?"

On the bridge of an emerald-green warship, Radovan's slightly plump figure was projected before the Life and War Goddess Isabella, her expression cold and stern.

"I heard that that fellow's Alliance of Destiny has completely abandoned the defense of the outer world, is that true?"

"Indeed, as you know, I sent you the relevant information in writing long ago, but Mother, you seem to have been asleep recently?"

Isabella spoke truthfully: "About half a year ago, he transferred the vast majority of his military forces to the Abyssal Sea of the Dark World, leaving the outer defense forces almost completely drained. Now, the troops stationed in the outer realm can only meet the minimum requirements for the defense line. This includes the Blue Blood Legion and my Life Legion."

"So, in these six months, you did nothing? One of your legion commanders told me that all this time you've been diligently and obediently watching his house?"

Radovan's eyes showed displeasure: "If that's the case, you have greatly disappointed me, Isa."

Isabella was first startled, then frowned dismissively: "I don't agree with your view, Mother. All my actions have only been to fulfill my duties. As for the legion commander you mentioned, he is like a blind man feeling an elephant—he probably cannot fully understand the overall situation here."

She met her mother's gaze without yielding: "For six months, I have been trying to probe His Majesty's intentions. The current situation is very strange. Although the Alliance of Destiny has drained their forces from the outer realm, their enemies have yet to make any move. Even Khorne the Blood God, with his eleven grand legions, has only been lingering at the edge of the outer realm, with no intention of advancing further. Besides that, some of the agents I placed within the Alliance of Destiny have lost contact with me over these six months."

She paused: "As far as I know, this is not just my case. Since half a year ago, the upper echelons of the Alliance of Destiny have suddenly become a monolithic bloc, maintaining astonishing unity and discipline. We can no longer obtain any intelligence from these people regarding the Alliance's internal affairs or military matters, including news about the Lord of Fate himself."

"Is that so?"

Radovan in the image was somewhat surprised, and she fell into deep thought: "If that's the case, then it's no wonder. Not long ago, the Terra Empire made me an offer, asking us to cooperate with several Chaos Lords in battle."

Isabella was again astonished, but then she responded dismissively: "Mother! 'Angrath' and 'Khabanda' are Khorne's most outstanding greater daemons, commanding eleven grand legions. Yet even they have been observing from the outer void for half a year, never daring to advance. And the Dark Abyssal Sea, as the target of attack, has endured until now. Now, I only have the strength equivalent to thirty Divine Will Legions. What can I do? The Terra Empire's purpose is merely to use us to test the Lord of Fate. But if it's the worst-case scenario, this will only throw us into the fire."

"You can clear the way for them, letting Khorne's armies enter the Twin Worlds directly."

Radovan saw her daughter's aversion: "The Terra Empire's offer is very high. Regardless of the mission's success or failure, they will accept me as a lord of the Terra Empire, granting the rank of marquis. Besides that, they promise to help you ascend to the rank of God Above Gods. Isa, your situation is much better than that of the twenty imperial princes. They control a great world—though small, it is enough for you to ascend to God Above Gods."

Isabella's breath immediately became rapid, her face flushed, and her divine power swelled uncontrollably.

But soon, reason returned to her divine mind.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Mother."

Isabella took a deep breath, barely suppressing her greed: "I know the Terra Empire's offer must be very high, but now is really not the time. I think we can wait a little longer; I believe the truth will soon be revealed—"

But as she spoke, Radovan in the image grew increasingly displeased.

As a God Above Gods, Radovan usually did not show such obvious emotions. But when she did, it indicated a strong inclination to interfere, even impatience.

Just as Isabella was thinking how to defuse this crisis, her expression shifted slightly: "Mother! Please wait two more days, how about that? The armies of the Alliance of Destiny and the Abyssal Sea have begun to engage. I think we will soon know the truth."

She raised her hand slightly, displaying an image before both of them.

The anger in Radovan's eyes became more pronounced: "Isabella, the reason the Terra Empire approached us and offered a heavy reward is precisely because they don't know the true nature of the Lord of Fate! Because their war is about to begin. You—"

But Radovan's words suddenly stopped, and there was no more.

This was because a scene unfolding in the image had captured almost all her attention.

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"So they really completed this 'Enemy of the Gods'?"

Li Mochen looked at 'Chaos' Khaos, also sensing the panic among his gods toward this 'anti-god weapon.'

And now, Zeus, hovering above Khaos with a face full of vengeful satisfaction, was also quite annoying.

"My subordinates can accept normal combat. But this toy of yours is somewhat against the rules. Also, I can see that he is in great pain—the kind of unbearable agony—but it is suppressed by the imposed pleasure and desire, unable to be expressed. So—"

Li Mochen sighed, then raised his hand: "Thank my mercy; here, I grant you death!"

Almost without any sign, the aura of 'Chaos' Khaos completely and utterly vanished.

This scene plunged the previously noisy battlefield into dead silence. Everyone stared at the suddenly fallen giant, their faces stunned and disbelieving.

"What happened?"

"How did he die suddenly? Was there a problem with the transformation method? Or was there a defect?"

"This is not right!"

"Strange, I didn't sense anything wrong with that guy just now."

While the Aesir were panicking and discussing, the Lord of Light stood before the Ark, his brilliant divine power and aura extremely oppressive and still.

"Is this... Creation-level?"

Satan, standing beside Horus in angelic form, was startled and uncertain: "Did I see that right? How did he do it?"

"Not Creation, but equally terrifying. That is undoubtedly the power of Fate and Time."

Isis sighed with half-closed eyes: "Half a year ago, he told us personally that it was the pinnacle of magic. Look, the chess game of the gods may have been ended by him."

Opposite them, Zeus's face was as pale as paper. As the controller of 'Chaos' Khaos, he more clearly felt the power of the Lord of Fate.

In that instant, Fate decided that Khaos's life would come to an end, and then all kinds of incredible coincidences occurred within Khaos's body, until his primordial spirit and internal energy circulation collapsed and died.

"You didn't sense it wrong; that is indeed Creation-level authority and power. In terms of level, it surpasses even the divine artifact guarding your Mount Olympus."

This was Slaanesh, whose seductive figure appeared beside Zeus: "Without a doubt, this guy already has the status of a God Above Gods. But for now, we don't know the limits of his 'Creation.'"

But Zeus knew that either way, it was very bad for him.

That one now had the power to suppress the Four Chaos Gods in the material realm and could confront them head-on in this world.

And now, Slaanesh was only concerned with the magnitude of that confrontational power.

The method by which that one killed Khaos had already sounded the death knell for him and the Olympian Pantheon.

"Prepare, Zeus! Bring all your armies here. The decisive battle has arrived. If you don't want to fail, you can only stop him here."

Slaanesh's words were cold, with an authority that brooked no refusal: "This is our only choice, and also yours—unless, Zeus, you want to accept defeat and death now!"

Even if she failed in this game, she had countless ways to make someone like Zeus pay the price for betrayal.

"This is also the will of the Empire!"

This was Fulgrim the 'Emperor's Child,' who had appeared nearby at some point: "My friend, you have taken much from the Empire, and now it is time for you to pay."

At that moment, the middle-aged man leisurely fishing on the continent of Antolia was stunned. He stared at the sea before him for a long time, then scratched his hair in distress.

"This guy, he's going to make me lose face."

He could no longer sit still. In less than a second, this Chaos Lord abandoned everything here and stepped into a void.

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At this time, before Li Mochen's throne, all nineteen participating God-Kings stood in extremely respectful postures.

The power their sovereign had displayed once again inspired awe in everyone present.

Half a year ago, Li Mochen had only made them feel terrified and powerless, unfathomable—the extremely powerful yet incomprehensible rhyme of truth that instinctively made them tremble and fear.

Now, the tip of the iceberg of his power had finally emerged.

"Order all armies to continue according to the predetermined steps!"

With Li Mochen's command, the grand army, which had temporarily halted its offensive, once again advanced on all fronts.

A great battle was about to break out, but just as the various units were about to make contact, the dark creatures under the control of the Aesir Pantheon once again retreated into the depths of the Abyssal Sea.

"Your Majesty? Do you wish to pursue?"

The God of Strategy, Garcia Feren, looked at Li Mochen with a questioning gaze. He personally believed that the current situation was more suitable for steady advancement.

Venturing deep into the Abyssal Sea to fight those dark creatures was absolutely a foolish idea.

But everything that had happened before, and the Lord of Fate's display of distrust, had temporarily shaken his confidence and made him more reverent of his sovereign's authority.

"No need!"

Li Mochen shook his head: "Lord Garcia, just do as you think best. I don't want my shield and sword to be overly cautious."

Garcia's expression immediately relaxed: "As you command!"

Over the next twenty-plus days, the allied forces of the Alliance of Destiny continued to advance step by step according to the 'Lost Sea' plan formulated by Athena. Each advance never exceeded one kilometer, and after setting up camp, they meticulously built defensive works and fortifications.

By this time, the vast Abyssal Sea had been compressed into a thin layer by the hundreds of millions of troops and tens of thousands of gods.

The Aesir Pantheon, the divine aberrations, and their legions had nowhere left to hide.

It was worth noting that the forces opposite them had grown again. The Olympian gods under Zeus and 8,500 Chosen Warrior Regiments were almost all present.

There were even numerous troops from the outer realm under Khorne's command—according to intelligence, many of Khorne's children had indeed sneaked and lurked in the Twin Worlds over the past few years.

Now, another epic battle was imminent.

However, at the start of the conflict, Li Mochen first received good news. Due to ideological differences, the Earth Mother Goddess Rhea had left this world early, and the Hearth Goddess Hestia, along with many Olympian gods, had defected to Li Mochen's side.

"Everyone has a bottom line, and what Zeus and Gaia did is something we could never accept."

Hestia sighed and knelt before Li Mochen's throne: "I beg Your Highness to grant these descendants of mine a place to stay. In return, I, Hestia, am willing to fight for you."

Li Mochen was quite pleased with her defection.

Even among his many gods of rank 20, Hestia was among the most outstanding in talent, power, and foundation.

She surpassed Athena and was not comparable to Prometheus. Only Loki could match her.

She was someone who, like Heracles in the future, could stand on her own.

However, in the current war, Hestia and the many Titans she brought could not play much of a role.

So after appeasing the Hearth Goddess, Li Mochen continued to focus on the depths of the Abyssal Sea.

"In terms of troop numbers, they already outnumber us, yet they still rely on terrain. That's not fair."

The attendant boy Polos, standing by with a sword, looked at his sovereign in astonishment: "Your Majesty? What do you mean?"

"It seems we need to restore fairness to the battle."

Li Mochen raised his hand, and in an instant, seven extremely powerful divine aberrations of rank 20 within the Abyssal Sea opposite exploded into blood powder.

Compared to Zeus and others, these beings with little self-will and no knowledge of how to resist fate were much easier to deal with.

But at the same time, he sensed great resistance and interference.

It was not just one force; there were six forces of different origins and natures, combining to try to save the fate of these divine aberrations.

"Can't hold back anymore?"

Li Mochen sneered, recognizing that the Four Chaos Gods were amplifying the fear, desire, fighting spirit, and other emotions of his soldiers, shaking their will to fight.

Moreover, the previously mechanical and orderly advancing lines became clogged like sand, losing their smoothness.

This was the manifestation of the Chaos Gods' power. Some were afraid, others were full of fighting spirit, so the originally neat lines naturally became disjointed.

In addition, Li Mochen sensed the power of the last Chaos God to appear—Tzeentch.

At that moment, his contracts with subordinate gods were largely dissolving. The power of freedom rendered all coercive binding forces ineffective.

This one was also shaking the will of all the gods in the Alliance of Destiny, making them resentful, dissatisfied, lax, negligent, and even rebellious. Evil whispers appeared in almost everyone's ears.

Even Li Mochen himself was not spared; the Chaos Lord tried to make him doubt all his subordinates, friends, and family, suspecting them of betrayal and disloyalty.

A few years ago, Li Mochen would have been helpless, forced to watch his pantheon shatter under Tzeentch's power.

But now, Li Mochen's means of ensuring the unity and stability of his pantheon were no longer limited to contracts.

"I estimate that no more than six of our gods above rank 10 will commit substantive acts of betrayal."

Athena swept her eyes full of wisdom across the scene, then bowed to Li Mochen with great admiration: "This is all due to Your Majesty's character, wisdom, and benevolence."

"It's not just benevolence, is it? Without sufficient power, it would only invite ridicule."

But Li Mochen also acknowledged Athena's point: if he had not demonstrated character and spirit that won the gods' recognition, mere power alone would not have been enough.

After all, there are many in this world who cannot be intimidated or subdued by death.

His gaze continued toward the distance, where the Aesir and Olympian armies stood like a fortress entrenched in the Abyssal Sea.

Just then, a clear gunshot rang out nearby, reaching everyone's ears.

Athena recognized it as the sound of Li Mochen's sniper rifle 'Divine Will.' It must have been fired by Li Mochen's secondary body, but she still didn't know the target.

Until a moment later, Athena noticed that one of the six vast and mighty forces pervading the field had vanished.

"Was that Nurgle?"

"It was him. The existence of Chaos is also unfair to my soldiers."

Li Mochen said with a faint smile: "Fortunately, this one's power recovers the slowest among all the Chaos Gods."

This must be attributed to the Destiny Alliance government's sustained investment in public health, as well as the results of epidemic prevention efforts from a few years ago.

The source of Nurgle's power, in the final analysis, is based on people's fear of death, of disease, and their attachment to life.

But that plague a few years ago reduced people's reverence for this entity to an all-time low.

Although the epidemic spread quickly at first, and the initial mortality rate was alarming, the Alliance government's response measures won the trust of the vast majority, and they indeed brought the outbreak under control within just half a year.

In recent years, the government's focus on medical systems and public health infrastructure has also given the public more confidence.

They now have more hospitals, better medical equipment, and more personnel.

Protective clothing has also begun to be mass-produced and stockpiled, which not only frees medical staff from worries but also makes people lose their fear of potential future infectious diseases.

Medical and biotechnologies from foreign realms have also greatly helped them. Through the efforts of numerous medical experts and biologists, some of these technologies have been adapted for practical use. Many terminal human diseases have now been cured, and even the overall lifespan of the entire human population is set to increase significantly.

According to predictions from several deities in the medical field, the average lifespan of American citizens could increase by at least a third.

Furthermore, media censorship has largely erased the existence of the Four Chaos Gods.

"Not only that!" Athena sensed through her divine connection. "I feel that Your Majesty's 'Divine Will' spear has grown even stronger."

Li Mochen smiled faintly and made no comment.

Over the past few years, he had cultivated nine strands of 'Source Essence,' and now three had reached maturity. One of them had been integrated into the 'Divine Will' spear.

That was the Source Essence named 'Space,' one of the most valuable among the nine. Although its quantity only reached the level of Pseudo-Truth, it still elevated the lethality of the Divine Will spear to an extremely exaggerated degree.

"Next, Khorne and Slaanesh."

Li Mochen snapped his fingers again, and then, before the two armies, countless dark creatures silently fell, dying without warning. At first, it was only the dark creatures opposite his flagship, but soon it spread to the entire hostile army within the Dark Sea of Abomination, and even some Titan giants unfortunately fell before the battle lines.

It was like a gale sweeping through, flattening large swaths of wheat. Thousands upon thousands of dark creatures and warriors died in droves.

This scene once again shook the entire battlefield.

Angela couldn't grasp the logic behind it—why, if he was supposed to deal with Khorne and Slaanesh, was he striking down these dark creatures?

But she was awed by Li Mochen's immense power: "Is this the fate of a Creator? A Mo, are you planning to kill all the enemy troops?"

It was no wonder she thought so; the aura Li Mochen displayed made one believe he could accomplish it.

Within three minutes, nearly 1% of the enemy forces had died, and Li Mochen's divine power remained as abundant as the vast void sea.

"I think His Majesty has no such intention. For a deity, excessive killing is not a good thing—that's where beings like us come in. But Khorne and Slaanesh are hiding among them. If these two refuse to show themselves, His Majesty will not stop."

Athena explained the reasoning: "The fate of a Creator is indeed terrifying. But to achieve such a dreadful effect, there must be a fulcrum. Fate cannot cause death without reason. What His Majesty chose was the virus left behind by Nurgle."

"Virus?" Angela looked puzzled. "You mean these dark creatures also carry the virus?"

Athena nodded. "Nurgle's virus can not only kill people but also enhance the physical fitness of all living beings. That was His original intention, but now it has become the fulcrum for His Majesty to use the power of fate. These viruses only need to undergo a small, fated mutation to determine a life's death."

Angela understood. "So, A Mo struck at Nurgle first, right?"

She thought that if Nurgle were still present, her husband probably couldn't have caused such massive and shocking casualties.

"It's just more efficient. Even without Nurgle's virus, I have other methods, but the power consumption would be a bit higher."

Li Mochen paused mid-sentence and suddenly grabbed the 'Gungnir Holy Spear.'

The next instant, a thunderous 'boom' erupted from the distant Sea of Abomination. Deep within the sea, a massive blood-red mist dissipated and vanished before everyone's eyes.

—It was Khorne!

Athena recognized immediately that it was Khorne's avatar condensed on the battlefield.

The situation was exactly as her sovereign had predicted. Given Khorne's bravery and pride, He could not tolerate such contempt and provocation from the Lord of Fate. But this played right into her sovereign's hands.

After this, Khorne would inevitably be weakened. His existence in this world would not perish entirely, and as long as war continued, Khorne would grow stronger.

But as far as this war in the Sea of Abomination was concerned, Khorne could no longer interfere.

And with Khorne's restraint gone, the rate at which the dark creatures and Khorne's warriors died increased by at least double!

"His patience is very poor. He could have waited a bit longer. The Emperor is attempting to descend, and Tzeentch is also trying to find a way. By then, they might have joined forces to defeat me."

Li Mochen retrieved the 'Gungnir Holy Spear' and toyed with it in his palm. Anyone familiar with this holy spear would notice that its appearance had changed.

The originally golden shaft now bore some fine patterns. However, this did not detract from its beauty but instead added a unique aesthetic.

Angela's heart trembled. Initially shaken by the word 'Emperor,' she was then stunned by the term 'joined forces.'

She sensed the unparalleled confidence in her husband's words, as if he were stating something self-evident.

Athena's eyes flickered with a strange light. "Is this 'Division' and 'Destruction'?"

Athena knew that Li Mochen had integrated the Source Essences of 'Division' and 'Destruction' into the 'Eternal Holy Spear.'

'Division' is a very powerful divine authority. It has many uses, one of which is the ability to create 'nuclear fission.' Moreover, any substance in this world can be divided.

Chaos Khaos possesses 'Rift,' a subordinate divine authority of 'Division,' and is already one of the most powerful god-kings in the Bright World.

As for 'Destruction,' that goes without saying.

The 'Gungnir Holy Spear,' possessing both 'Division' and 'Destruction,' is unquestionably a Truth-level divine artifact.

"It hasn't fully merged yet, but it's enough for today's battle."

In his heart, Li Mochen regretted that the most precious of the nine Source Essences was the 'Time Sequence' Source Essence, which he had cultivated with the greatest effort.

Unfortunately, the quantity of this Source Essence was insufficient and had not yet reached its limit. Otherwise, his 'Time King Scepter' could have shone with infinite brilliance today.

Then he saw deep within the Sea of Abomination, a black mist detaching from the dark creatures and soldiers. It did not coalesce but merely formed an alluring phantom in the sky.

This entity cast a deep glance in Li Mochen's direction, and before he could throw the 'Gungnir Holy Spear,' it had already torn through the void and vanished from his sight.

Li Mochen let out a scoff and paid no further attention to the fleeing Chaos Lord.

Athena was not surprised by this scene either. She knew that Slaanesh would eventually be forced to flee.

The previous two Chaos Lords had indeed mingled and attached themselves to the dark creatures and soldiers, but their powers were not as widespread as Nurgle's.

After all, emotions and desires only take effect when they reach a certain concentration.

These two had attached their will to hundreds of millions of dark creatures and soldiers, but now half of those attached had been killed by the Lord of Fate's targeted strikes.

Now Slaanesh had only three options: first, to transfer the attachment target, but this was not very feasible since the Lord of Fate had already demonstrated his insight; second, to manifest like Khorne and confront Li Mochen directly, which was undoubtedly foolish;

Thus, the only viable option left was to flee the battlefield—which also suited Slaanesh's nature.

"Fleeing now only delays your expulsion by a few years. What's the point? What do you think, Lord Tzeentch?"

Li Mochen inquired of the empty space before his throne. The next moment, a middle-aged fisherman materialized, his expression very complex.

"The Pangu pantheon has a saying: 'Do what is known to be impossible.' Slaanesh's tenacity has always been greater than mine. As for me, I'm too clever, and that easily leads to losing the will to fight because I see reality too clearly. For instance, now I don't know how to stop you. Slaanesh was right—I underestimated your growth rate."

"Indeed, no one can stop me now!"

Li Mochen rose from his seat, and his words were genuinely filled with gratitude: "I must thank you here for your support. Without you, I would not have reached this level."

He still had some wariness toward Tzeentch, knowing that the power this entity had accumulated in the Bright World far surpassed that of the other three Chaos Lords.

But given the current situation, Tzeentch indeed could not prevent him from achieving final victory.

This entity didn't even have the ability to interfere—as long as He dared to descend the vast majority of His power before Li Mochen.

Then what awaited Him would be the unstoppable 'Gungnir Holy Spear.'

"That was my foolish scheme born of overcleverness."

Tzeentch let out a scoff and then stared with cold eyes at the divine radiance enveloping Li Mochen and the 'Fate's Homeland' magic tower behind the ship.

"Someone misled me, causing me to lose accurate judgment. You should thank him."

"I will!"

At this moment, Li Mochen had already left his throne and warship, arriving at the deepest layer of the Dark Sea of Abomination.

Here, several divine aberrations with a divine rank of twenty were baring their fangs at him, and the two beings from the previous era were also releasing immeasurable pressure.

Li Mochen paid them no heed. If the Sea of Abomination were still as it was before, he might have been somewhat cautious. But now, its power had been reduced to less than a tenth.

Two homeless dogs that had not yet fully recovered their strength were not qualified to stop him.

As for Thor, he stood before him, holding a pair of thunder hammers, his eyes fearless.

Li Mochen let out a sigh. "I admire your courage, but I detest the disaster you have brought upon the Bright World!"

Boom!

A spear imbued with a sacred aura pierced straight through Thor's chest and abdomen. His eyes showed shock, reluctance, and confusion.

A moment of distraction had seized his mind, and then the holy spear left by his father had pierced his body.

Before Thor's mind could process further thoughts, his body shattered and dissipated.

Li Mochen then reached out and caught the 'Draupnir Gold Ring' that flew out of Thor's body.

He had coveted this item for a long time. With it in hand, he could split any divine authority or artifact into two.

Although its use required sufficient divine power, Li Mochen never lacked that. He even wanted to try replicating the 'Divine Fortune Purple Gold Tower'—though it would likely fail, using it on the 'Gungnir Holy Spear' and the 'Time King Scepter' would be no problem at all.

After this, Li Mochen looked at a point at the very core of the Sea of Abomination—a book that, even in the depths of the sea, radiated a dazzling, multicolored light.

His eyes flashed with greed and admiration. "Is this what you all have been fighting over at such great cost?"

"Shouldn't it be fought over?" Tzeentch, who had followed, chuckled. "The Eternal Book of the previous era is true eternity. Written by an unknown hand, it records the birth and destruction of seven great worlds, and may also record methods to survive into the next era, or even transcend."

He pointed to two silent locations in the Sea of Abomination. "Though their current state is pitiful, they are undoubtedly two examples. They were just unlucky enough to run into Slaanesh."

"You're right! This is indeed a treasure that can drive all Path Creators mad."

Li Mochen reached out toward the 'Eternal Book,' but then his expression shifted as he sensed an approaching aura.

When he turned around, he saw Fulgrim, the 'Emperor's Child,' stepping through the air with a cold, heavy expression.

Li Mochen knew this was not the real Fulgrim but the 'Emperor' descending through his body. He smiled faintly, and the 'Gungnir Holy Spear' in his hand split into two. The Lord of Fate's eyes blazed with a fiery red light.

(End of the Book)

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