Chapter 482: Chapter 425: Your head will accompany me, this woman is so beautiful! (Vote for monthly ticket!)
"!!"
Indra’s eyes shifted slightly as he looked at the Elephant Demon that had collapsed on the ground, his heart growing concerned.
There’s a saying that fits well!
Elephants show one set of tusks, but use a different set to eat.
The Elephant Demon Asura was very cunning.
Could it be that this creature wanted Mahadeva to restore it?
That would not do!
Indra couldn’t help but glance at Shiva, knowing he would never be able to persuade Shiva, yet there was someone else present who could influence Shiva’s decision.
He stole a glance at the radiant Vishnu with the corner of his eye.
His lips moved slightly.
At this moment, Vishnu blinked, as if he had heard something. With a warm and gentle expression, he smiled at the Elephant Demon Asura, his eyes filled with a mixture of assessment and trial.
Step!
Vishnu took a step forward.
"Mahadeva!"
"The cycle of life and death is the world’s truth!"
"The Elephant Demon is on the verge of death, only through experiencing death can one learn to respect life. I believe in his devout faith towards you, so please allow him to slowly comprehend."
Vishnu said with a smile.
His expression was gentle, his eyes like deep blue lotuses filled with pure light that fell upon Mahadeva.
Shiva’s face was stern.
He gazed at the Vishnu before him and nodded with a smile.
"As you wish!"
"Narayana!"
Shiva said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the Elephant Demon’s lips quivered, and it laid there on the ground, feeling the warmth in its back, its expression slowly turning to despair.
It had hoped Mahadeva would reenter its body, but now it seemed impossible!
The life force was gone!
With this thought, the Elephant Demon gave up resisting!
It slowly raised its hand, gazing firmly at the Mahadeva above in the sky, reverence gradually appearing in its eyes as it began to speak.
"Cough, cough!"
"Mahadeva! The omnipotent Supreme Lord!"
"You stand tall upon Kailash, overlooking the entire universe, unrivaled, the most respectable of all!"
"Before I die, I have one last thing to say. I swear by my devout faith towards you that this is the truth, please listen closely!"
The Elephant Demon Asura said.
Shiva’s face was solemn as he watched the Elephant Demon on the ground and spoke.
"As you wish!"
Shiva said.
The echoes carried far and wide.
Upon hearing this, the Elephant Demon Asura began to speak.
"Lord of Creatures!"
"If you are willing, please burn me with flames, purify me, and strip my skin to wear on yourself."
"I wish to be close to you forever!"
The Elephant Demon said.
Shiva shook his head, smiling.
He raised his right hand, signifying his commitment to his devotee.
"Of course!"
"After you die, I will burn your skin, which shall remain forever soft, forever clean, forever fragrant, and become my finest ornament!"
"Not just that!"
"Your skull will forever accompany me as well!"
Shiva said.
Upon hearing this, the Elephant Demon brought its hands together in prayer.
"Om~ Praise Mahadeva Shiva!"
"Om~ Praise Mahadeva Shiva!"
...
The Elephant Demon Asura’s hands stayed joined, sending out waves of praise.
As the last sounds of its devout praises echoed, the wounds on the Elephant Demon Asura’s abdomen gushed forth blood, which in mid-air turned into pure water, cascading down like the Ganges upon the endless magma below.
The waters quenched the flames, nourishing the land.
The Devas, too, joined their hands together.
With smiles on their faces, they gazed serenely at the scene, even longing to sing a song.
"Such an auspicious moment!"
Indra shook his head with a smile, but then he furrowed his brow, "But it seems I’ve forgotten something?"
At the same time.
In the vast expanse of virtual space, Sindura was like a point of red starfire, piercing through the void, swiftly flying through layers of space.
Crack!
A terrifying sound of explosion suddenly rang out.
The space Sindura was in instantaneously blew open a huge hole, shattering like glass, and he fell into the Mortal Realm like a meteor.
Boom!
Fire from the heavens descended, burning all things.
A thunderous roar immediately rose from the ground, ejecting clouds of dust into the sky with the firelight shining all around.
Sindura lay collapsed in the crater.
Whoosh!
He suddenly opened his eyes, red pupils flashing with divine light, instantly shining out, piercing through the dust and scattering it.
"Ah ah~"
Sindura grimaced, his face twisted in pain as he turned his neck to look at his right shoulder.
His right shoulder was already broken off.
Whoosh!
A red light emanated from his wound, pulsating like flesh and blood, as if trying to solidify into form.
"My right arm!"
"Damned Indra, how dare you deceive me!"
"To think that upon my arrival in Earth, I’ve become ’Sindura the One-Armed’—I will remember this grudge!"
"Once my right arm is healed, I will crush you into a million pieces!"
Sindura gnashed his teeth, growling lowly.
He propped himself up with his left arm and immediately stood up, leaping into the air and shooting straight for the heavens.
Sindura soared through the sky.
Suddenly, his ears moved, and he looked down sharply, hearing from the forest ahead continuous chants of praise.
"Om—Praise Narayana!"
"Om—Praise Narayana!"
...
Soft, uninterrupted voices of praise flowed one after another—these were from a woman, the sound not loud, yet seemingly omnipresent.
"Narayana!"
Sindura’s eyes flashed with cold light, his eyes suddenly filled with red, furious killing intent surging from his gaze.
The despicable Narayana had joined the Devas in harming him, here, in Earth!
"They must die!"
"They all must die!"
Sindura exclaimed in rage.
The next moment, he transformed into a dazzling red light, falling like a demon meteor.
"Shut up!"
"Shut up! I will kill you!"
Sindura bellowed angrily, instantly landing in front of the Ascetic.
He glared, his eyes fixed on the Ascetic before him.
In an instant, Sindura’s movement froze.
He opened his mouth wide, the words of insult he intended to spout vanishing in an instant, his entire mind consumed by the figure before him.
"So beautiful!"
"Truly a beautiful maiden of tender years!"
Sindura’s gaze became fixed, he murmured to himself.
This maiden was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
She was dressed in a beautiful gold and red sari, with an extremely beautiful countenance, a slender waist, and a lush and full bosom and hips, like a sacred and beautiful goddess.
Even though her face was covered in mud and her body bore dry leaves.
He still perceived her astonishing beauty!
Hiss!
Sindura drew in a breath of cold air, unable to resist swallowing his saliva.
At this moment, he immediately felt the hot blood in his body surge, his energy erupting like a volcano, almost bursting forth.
"This woman!"
"I want her!"
Sindura’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes intently staring at the maiden of tender years, his left fist clenched tightly.
He felt he had already fallen for this woman!
He must snatch her away!
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Sindura took large steps, walking straight towards the maiden engrossed in her ascetic practices.
"Cease your ascetic practice!"
Sindura raised his left hand, reaching out to grasp the maiden.
