Chapter 408: Chapter 363: Parvati is thoroughly enraged, Kali appears! (Requesting monthly tickets!)
"Om~ Praise to Goddess Parvati!"
"Om~ Praise to Goddess Lakshmi!"
Praises! Songs of worship! Cries of war!
All these sounds converged, layer upon layer, like a grand festival resounding across the battlefield.
Indra stood before this colossal city.
His expression was tranquil, like a warrior who had long been ready to accept a challenge, his gaze fixed on Ax-wielding Rama.
His hands were not clutching a weapon but were joined in prayer.
He was muttering under his breath.
"What?"
"Great Heavenly Emperor, great sage, wielder of the Vajra Pestle!"
"Why do you pray here instead of accepting my challenge!"
Ax-wielding Rama furrowed his brow.
He suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if he were the villainous king, and the Indra before him was an ascetic upholding the Righteous Law.
Something was amiss!
Dark clouds enveloped the pitch-black sky, with fierce winds sweeping through, scattering Indra’s black hair.
Whoosh!
His hair danced wildly, like the victorious mane of a lion, roaring with the wind.
"I do not delight in killing!"
"I believe harmony is the Righteous Law, not killing brings harmony!"
Indra spoke thus.
He looked at the many fallen Devas and continued, "Here are my disciples, my colleagues, my brothers, let me first call someone to rescue them, to help them recover!"
Upon hearing this, Ax-wielding Rama was stunned.
The sage of the Vedas truly had a merciful heart!
Filled with benevolence!
The next moment, Indra’s hands were joined in prayer, and he continued muttering unceasingly.
"Om~ Praise to Goddess Parvati!"
"Om~ Praise to Goddess Lakshmi!"
One after another, the sounds of praise arose continuously.
In Brahmaloka.
Brahma lowered his gaze.
He looked calmly at the incarnations of Mahadeva and Narayana, glanced at the fallen Kashigyakya, and shook his head slightly.
Poor Kashigyakya!
He was completely overpowered by the strength of his uncle, Narayana.
Mahadeva still stood there, laughing!
"This drama is indeed complex!"
Brahma murmured.
Goddess Saraswati, with a smile on her face, her radiant eyes reflecting the figure of Indra, shone with the brilliance of a lotus-like wisdom.
She was very generous to her devotee.
"Let me give him a hand!"
Goddess Saraswati said.
As the goddess of speech and arts, the incarnation of wisdom, she excelled in this type of communication.
No matter where the other party was, she could transmit the speech!
"Lakshmi~"
"Parvati~"
The soft voice emanated from Goddess Saraswati’s mouth.
This voice, reaching everywhere, transformed into a small boat, instantly carrying Indra’s voice and propelling it forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In front of the capital of this place.
A beam of golden light instantly condensed, forming a beautiful figure.
Goddess Lakshmi descended!
Then with another flash of golden light, Parvati, accompanied by a lion, appeared before the gods.
Hmm?
What has happened?
Parvati looked puzzled, and as she turned her head, she saw Shiva, whose expression slightly solidified. His eyes then showed a worried and heavy look as he also turned to Parvati.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
They locked eyes.
"Uma!"
"You’ve come!"
Shiva said.
"Husband!"
Parvati called out to her husband in surprise, smiling as she walked toward Shiva.
Just then, Indra’s voice suddenly burst forth.
"Lady Master!"
"Please infuse your power into the bodies of the Devas to restore their energy!"
Indra’s hands were joined in prayer as he spoke to Goddess Lakshmi.
Goddess Lakshmi stood still.
She was initially bewildered, not understanding why she was summoned, and stood in hesitation.
Now, hearing Indra’s voice, Goddess Lakshmi slowly turned her head. Her clear eyes instantly noted the fallen Devas around her.
"Wind God, Water God, and Fire God!"
"Eh?"
"And Yama!"
Goddess Lakshmi looked around uncertainly, her beautiful eyes blinking as she assessed the fallen Devas.
Ultimately, she spotted a golden figure with six heads and twelve arms, lying like a gigantic golden mountain in the distance.
"Hmm?!"
"Kashigyakya!"
Goddess Lakshmi exclaimed in shock.
As soon as her words fell, Parvati, who had been wondering why her husband was staring at her so intensely, immediately caught on. She swiftly turned around to look at the golden Kashigyakya, who had fallen.
Whoosh!
Parvati’s gaze hardened as she saw her son lying motionless on the ground, her face instantly turning grave.
Her body shuddered, and she murmured,
"Kashigyakya!"
Parvati cried out in alarm.
Seeing this, Indra’s eyes hardened; he quickly threw out the Divine Power Rope, tying up Wind God and others who had fallen.
"Let’s go!"
"We head behind Mahadeva!"
Indra quietly transmitted his voice to Sun God Surya.
What?
Sun God Surya suddenly turned his head, his gaze intensifying.
Indra, leading a robust, tall white horse, piled up like a mountain on its back, had Vayu, Yama, Agni, and Varuna all carried on the horse’s back, leading them to behind Goddess Lakshmi.
Whoosh!
Indra also noticed Surya’s gaze.
His eyes shifted, only to see Surya still stunned in place.
"Still standing there!"
"Careless of your life!"
Indra thought to himself.
He shook his head, placed his index finger gently on his lips, and carefully blew, signaling him to be quiet, then gave him a look to come over.
"Come here!"
Indra transmitted his voice.
Come over in secret, make no noise!
Surya blinked.
He involuntarily looked towards Mahadeva, who had a solemn face, and the Lady Master, whose face was pale.
In an instant, Surya realized, his eyes widening as if electrified, his body trembling.
Understood!
He understood!
"I’m coming!"
Surya transmitted his voice.
As soon as his words fell, he spun around to lead the group behind him quickly over as well.
Surya twirled around.
Whirl! Whirl!
A strong gale suddenly appeared, stirring the heavens and earth, causing everyone to stagger, numerous trees to snap, sand and stones to fly around, and the sky to drastically change.
Even above, in the star-filled sky.
Stars collided, their worlds cracked open, countless lavas erupted, seeming to tremble the very heavens.
Parvati was utterly enraged!
Under the oppressive fury.
Surya was terrified, huddled with his family, daring not to move.
"This guy..."
"Lion-faced" Asura’s voice trembled.
He was terrified, feeling the hair on his back stand on end, suddenly crawling to the ground, his massive lion’s head pressing against the earth as he curled into a big ball of flesh.
Whoosh!
The next moment, a terrifying blue face suddenly appeared.
Her hair was thick as braids, her eyes blazed with anger, her face was the deathly blue of a corpse, her lips the red of fresh blood.
"Who did this! Who did this!"
"Kashigyakya!"
Kali looked up, her crimson tongue lolling as she screamed hoarsely.
Her body was trembling, her Curved Saber in her hand was also trembling, the skulls on her necklace were shaking.
Trembling with rage!
Woo woo woo woo...
Within this trembling, sinister ghostly howls emerged from Kali’s mouth, from the Curved Saber, from among the skulls, instantly reverberating around.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Kali’s blood-red gaze fell upon Ax-wielding Rama.
Boom boom!
Ax-wielding Rama felt as if struck by lightning, his gaze instantly intensifying.
Hisss!
Antaka’s body shuddered, and he couldn’t help but gasp in cold air.
"What a terrifying woman!"
Antaka thought to himself.
He had no eyes, but he had the blessing to see everything clearly.
He saw this Kali before him!
This was death! Destruction! And the end...
Amidst Antaka’s astonishment.
He suddenly felt the Trishula move.
Shiva stood forth!
