Chapter 543: Chapter 470: The Power of the Garland, Furious Ax-wielding Rama! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_2
The violent wind was like a mud cow entering the sea, all pouring into his Divine Armor.
Whoosh!
Indra clenched his fists.
Standing atop Airavata’s head, his blood-red gigantic fist burst forth, with countless wild winds howling and erupting from his knuckles.
"Take it back!"
Indra said in a deep voice.
Black storms surged out immediately, a storm sweeping through, entwining with streaks of crimson lightning, making his figure appear like the Lord of the Storm.
The furious thunderstorm was like Shiva’s wrath, descending upon them.
Boom!
The next moment, a crimson arm reached out from the storm and tore the black storm apart.
Sindura stepped forward, crossing through space.
"This can’t hurt me!"
Sindura let out a low growl.
The next moment, his massive figure immediately bore down, appearing right in front of Indra.
"The entire Three Realms are now under my control!"
"You can’t hurt me either!"
"Don’t even think about leaving!"
Sindura laughed aloud.
His eyes shimmered brilliantly, holding a thick Divine Scepter in his hand, smashing it down toward the ’Divine Ship.’
Not good!
Indra’s heart sank.
His body also began to enlarge at this moment, a towering golden figure emitting an unmatched brilliance, his eyes like the sun, pairs of eyes also surged from around his body, morphing into a divine form.
His robust arms swung across, blocking the path of the massive scepter.
Boom!
An explosion of gold and crimson light flashed instantaneously.
Countless sparks blossomed at that moment.
In the dazzling and blinding light, Indra’s body slightly bent, spreading his arms to protect the giant ’Divine Ship’ underneath him.
Sindura’s eyes were cold and sharp, curling up into a cold sneer.
"You think I don’t know about your blessing?"
"Die!"
Sindura growled.
His eyes gleamed, staring fixedly at Indra’s back, suddenly lowering his Divine Scepter, his right hand’s fingers coming together, turning into a karate chop, and smashing toward Indra’s neck.
Indra’s body flickered with golden light.
Whoosh!
In his myriad eyes, he instantly saw the crimson karate chop coming vertically down.
"Helakela!"
Indra growled.
Behind him, the Armor of Helakela emitted a blue-green light, wrapping around his body.
Whoosh!
Sindura’s karate chop did not stop.
This strike, with its blinding red light, was like an unstoppable Divine Axe, striking directly at him.
"Be defeated!"
Sindura growled.
He roared, a powerful force converging on this karate chop, passing through the toxic mist of Helakela, landing on the golden skin.
Thunderous!
A terrifying red brilliance spread out.
"!!!"
"Something’s wrong!"
Sindura’s pupils constricted, suddenly speaking out.
In an instant, he felt something was off; this touch was completely wrong.
His strike seemed to hit an incredibly hard object.
As if... the opponent had an Undying Blessing!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sindura staggered back, explosions of terror echoing in the void.
His eyes directly gazed forward, staring at the bursting expanse of golden and red mist.
"Huh?"
At that moment, a faint voice of surprise suddenly erupted from within.
A tall and burly figure faintly emerged!
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Sindura’s crimson eyes radiated red light; he stared straight ahead, issuing a terrifying roar.
A rolling gale burst forth from his mouth instantly, striking the mist in front, and in a flash, the mist dispersed, swept away by the gale.
Indra’s figure finally revealed itself.
"To come out unscathed!"
Indra twisted his neck, murmuring to himself.
He slightly lowered his head, his gaze gradually falling on his right wrist; there, a golden garland on his wrist emitted a faint glow.
Indra’s eyes flickered, slowly raising his right hand, staring at the garland.
"I never noticed before!"
"This garland also holds this power!"
Indra murmured.
...
Meanwhile.
Within the Milk Ocean.
Within a Divine Temple.
The bright golden temple shimmered with light, the faint candlelight illuminating a slender yet voluptuous figure.
Shachi knelt on the carpet.
She wore a golden-red sari, donned a golden necklace, pressed her palms together, her eyes tightly shut, whispering a soft prayer.
"Sachipati!"
"Lord Shachi! Lord of Power!"
"May you be invincible! May you be unrivaled!"
Shachi murmured.
As her soft prayers continued, in Brahmaloka, a garland of fresh flowers around Indra’s wrist also glowed, bestowing an immortal blessing.
...
Earth.
"Praise Vishnu! Praise the World Protector!"
"Most High and Most Honorable! Sacred and Glorious!"
...
The voices of prayer and praise resounded ceaselessly.
Poluo Keluota’s eyes were devout, his face smiling, as he sang praise to the Supreme Lord together with his offspring.
Vishnu stood before them.
He had vowed to remain there until they stopped, but just now, a crisis in Brahmaloka had nearly made him break his oath.
"The situation in Brahmaloka has stabilized!"
"Yes!"
"Shachi’s garland is protecting, under her prayers, no Asura can harm Indra!"
Vishnu’s heart eased.
Thinking so, his eyes hardened as he looked towards other parts of the Three Realms. Although Indra had temporarily held off Sindura, the world was still in chaos.
The entirety of the Three Realms was in turmoil, and a solution must be found.
Especially the Mortal Realm!
Vishnu’s eyes hardened as he looked at the chaos across the Four Great Continents.
Countless soldiers in golden armor were wreaking havoc across the Mortal Realm, scenes of ceaseless slaughter and burning met his eyes.
Suddenly, Vishnu’s eyes hardened.
A wave of inexplicable grief and pain surged in his heart.
"This pain..."
"Ax-wielding Rama!"
Vishnu’s eyes hardened, and he looked toward Yama City.
Whoosh!
In Yama City.
Ax-wielding Rama trembled, his gaze shaking, suddenly two streams of blood tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"This pain... Father!"
"My father!"
"What’s wrong with you!"
Ax-wielding Rahu was being punished in Yama City, his body burning in scorching flames, nearly turning him to charred remains.
But he stood rigid!
Tears of blood flowed uncontrollably.
He sensed it!
His father, the Agni Ascetic...
was dead!
"Father!!!"
Ax-wielding Rahu bellowed skyward.
The next moment, a powerful force surged from his body, its tremendous presence nearly flattening all the evil spirits of Yama City.
Even the envoys of Yama trembled all over.
"Hiss!"
"This is!"
Yama looked terrified, turning his gaze toward Ax-wielding Rama.
The next moment, Yama City suddenly burst into a sky-shaking roar, as if the earth was moving and the mountains were shaking, making the evil spirits weep.
In the gaze of Yama.
Whoosh!
A figure burst through hell, shooting upward toward the region of the South Mountain, then fell like a meteor into the mountains.
Boom!
The mountains trembled, dust filled the air.
A massive crater exploded forth.
"Father!!!"
Father! Father! Father!
Ax-wielding Rama roared, the surrounding dust instantly blasting out, scattering tracelessly.
Waves of massive power pervaded around him, as if Vishnu had descended, invincible, unbeatable.
Boom!
He bent his knees slightly, then soared into the sky again.
The body of Ax-wielding Rama transformed into a cannonball, fiercely slicing through the firmament, descending into a wilderness.
Boom!
Ax-wielding Rama stepped out of the dust, his eyes trembling, and immediately saw a shattered thatched cottage.
The cottage was already broken, walls collapsed.
The body of a Sacrificer also lay on the ground, bloodied and covered in wounds.
"Father!"
Ax-wielding Rama’s eyes turned blood red as he hurried forward.
However, the next moment, he saw several soldiers in golden armor emerge from beyond a clay wall, stepping with a Curved Saber right over the corpse.
Whoosh!
Ax-wielding Rama abruptly raised his head.
His eyes were bloodshot, emitting a sky-high intent to kill.
"Kill!!!"
