Chapter 554: Chapter 476: Furious Little Elephant God, Eastern Guardian Indra! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter!)
[Aditi] stood amidst these seven children.
She tip-toed forward, her pale yellow sari stretching longer and longer, rustling as it extended, seemingly infinite. As it spread and weaved, it intertwined into cradles, enveloping the seven children layer by layer.
[Aditi] held the seven children.
She carefully lifted a child and saw that the child was wrapped in a warm breeze, like the warm wind of a spring day.
Then she turned and walked to another sari cradle.
In this cradle,
a newborn baby cried, uttering wails, and with the cry, a cool and cold night breeze burst forth from the baby’s mouth.
The chill rose, and the wild wind surged, as if on a cool water’s edge at night.
"Storm Power!"
[Aditi] murmured to herself.
Having said that, she turned her head to glance at the seven children and felt different storm powers emanating from each of their bodies.
She held the child and flew up into the air.
Whoosh!
[Aditi] flew through the sky.
For a moment, the winds rose and clouds billowed, with various storms swirling around her.
Swoosh!
[Aditi] landed inside her own thatched cottage.
A youth with red skin and four arms rushed out from the fence.
"!!!"
[Rushitan] was flushed with excitement, his expression anxious.
After many years of growth, he had now grown up and transformed into a robust young man.
"Grandmother!"
"Did you find my brother?"
[Rushitan] strode swiftly toward [Aditi].
In an instant, he lowered his gaze and swept a look over his grandmother’s head, turning towards Aditi’s rear only to see many sari cradles behind her.
"One, two, three, four..."
"Seven?"
[Rushitan] widened his eyes.
On his big red face, a look of bewilderment suddenly appeared.
Wasn’t the brother who flew out just one?
How did it turn into seven?
"How did my brother turn into seven?" [Rushitan] stared in astonishment and disbelief at his seven younger brothers.
"..."
[Aditi] fell silent for a moment.
How should she explain this, that her son had split his son into seven!
"You’re still young!"
"You’ll know in the future!"
"I’ll take your brothers to meet your mother now!"
[Aditi] shook her head and smiled.
With that said, her sari fluttered, collecting the seven children and walking into the room.
On this simple bed.
A fine gauze served as the bed, stacked with silk brocade.
[Xīmí] with a clear forehead and a vermilion spot, leaned against the pillow, dripping with sweat. She breathed lightly, her body lying sideways on the bed.
As the door swung open, [Aditi]’s figure strolled in.
"Mother!"
[Xīmí] blinked her beautiful eyes and softly called out to Aditi.
But immediately after, she noticed the anomaly.
Seven?!
Xīmí paused slightly.
She instinctively reached for her stomach, feeling another small life still inside.
This time, she had only given birth to ’Marut’.
The other child ’Naroga’ was still in her womb.
Regardless, there shouldn’t have been seven, but why did each of these seven children have the exact same aura as if each one was her own?
Aditi hesitated for a moment.
Her expression grew tense as she stepped forward briskly and placed each of the seven children beside the bed.
"All seven are Marut!"
As Aditi spoke, her voice immediately became low, and she continued.
"They must have been struck by Indra’s thunderbolt!"
Aditi said softly.
Xīmí’s eyes widened in shock.
And outside the thatched hut.
"!!!"
Rushitan’s brows furrowed deeply, and his reddened face showed a hint of anger.
His brother had been split into seven parts!
"Indra’s thunderbolt!"
"Split into seven parts!"
"Why?"
Rushitan’s figure swayed slightly, his wide eyes filled with a mix of shock and confusion.
He flickered as his mind became muddled.
"How could this happen?"
"Didn’t my mother tell me before that Indra was my father?"
Rushitan’s four arms trembled, his palms clenched tightly, filled with confusion.
In thought, he lowered his head and suddenly furrowed his brows.
"My newly born brother was split into seven parts at once!"
"And my mother raised me all by herself!"
"Hiss!"
"Could it be that Indra... would kill his own child?"
"But why would he do that?"
Rushitan frowned tightly.
He paced back and forth in the courtyard.
Suddenly, he stopped. A possibility sprang to mind.
"Could he have been cursed, destined to be defeated or even killed by his own child?"
"So he has to strike first!"
"Mother must have raised me alone in order to protect me."
Rushitan gasped in shock.
Thinking more about it, he felt terrified as he began to grasp the truth.
No wonder his brother Marut had been split into seven!
How infuriating!
Rushitan’s eyes radiated a bloody light; his fists clenched tightly as flames of anger surged from his heart, burning fiercely upward to his head.
...
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two streaks of Divine Light shot out.
Sindura’s figure flickered, wrapped in red light; his right arm was already broken, left hand clenched into a fist, and he suddenly turned and threw a punch.
But at that moment, a golden massive fist had already come forth.
Indra’s eyes sharpened.
He swung his right arm, the massive fist enveloping pale blue lightning, like a charging angry elephant, and it collided instantly with Sindura’s face.
