Global Descent: Heaven's Executioner-Chapter 67 - 66:

"Why don’t we first announce our affiliations?"

The golden-haired female player spoke again, her voice calm but carrying clearly across the silent battlefield.

"My name is Calista Myrren. I was chosen by Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, love, attraction, and desire."

The moment her words settled, a look of understanding flashed across everyone’s faces.

No wonder she was so beautiful.

In Greek mythology, Aphrodite was the goddess of beauty, love, and desire—her charm was said to be unmatched, capable of captivating even gods and bending hearts without resistance.

So how could she who was chosen be ordinary?

As an apostle chosen by Aphrodite, she would naturally inherit a portion of that divine beauty—something far beyond what normal appearance could achieve. Not just pleasing to the eye, but something that could influence emotions, disturb focus... or even shake one’s will without them realizing it.

"I am Xander, an apostle chosen by Zeus—the King of the Sky, Lord of Thunder and Lightning."

The young man wrapped in lightning stepped forward.

Each step sent faint electric arcs dancing across the ground beneath him. The pressure around his body wasn’t as wild as before—but it was heavier now, more controlled, more authoritative.

He stopped beside Calista. Standing there, the two of them instantly became the center of attention.

"Since we are both apostles chosen by the Greek Pantheon... we should look after each other."

Xander’s voice was calm, almost reasonable, as if what he said made perfect sense in a place like this.

But as those words left his mouth, his gaze lingered on Calista a little too long. A trace of greed flickered in his eyes before it was quickly buried beneath a relaxed smile.

Calista met his gaze.

Although Xander concealed it quickly, Calista had already seen the fleeting greed in his eyes—yet she showed no reaction at all.

A soft smile formed on her lips—polite, distant, unreadable.

Then she turned her head away, as if the moment between them had never mattered in the first place.

The young man with blazing hair hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Tonal, apostle chosen by Huitzilopochtli—the god of war, the sun, and sacrifice."

Not far away, the middle-aged man resting his twin axes on his shoulders spoke in a low voice, "Zaki, apostle chosen by Kaelion, the god of strength, gravity, and endurance."

Hou Jinjai also took a step forward. "I am Hou Jinjai, an apostle chosen by Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."

The moment Hou Jinjai finished speaking, another figure stepped forward and came to a stop beside him.

He was a young man with sharp, refined features, dressed in a simple dark robe. His black hair was tied back neatly, and there was a calm, almost indifferent look in his eyes, like nothing around him could easily disturb him.

"Lin Shen," he said lightly. "Apostle chosen by Nezha—the Third Lotus Prince."

The moment Lin Shen also finished speaking, the atmosphere shifted again.

From different directions, five more figures stepped forward and gathered near Hou Jinjai and Lin Shen, forming a loose cluster in the center of the battlefield.

A tall young man with a jade pendant around his neck spoke first. "Yue Feng. Apostle chosen by Erlang Shen—the True Lord of Justice and Heaven’s Eye."

Beside him, another man with a calm, scholarly aura followed shortly after. "Wei Chen. Apostle chosen by Fuxi—the Primordial Sage of Creation and Order."

A woman with long silver-black hair stepped forward next, her gaze sharp yet composed.

"Su Ling, apostle chosen by Nüwa—the Mother Goddess who shaped mankind."

Another female player, dressed in flowing red and gold, tilted her head slightly. "Hong Lian, apostle chosen by Guan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy."

The last was a quiet girl with an almost ghost-like presence, her voice soft but clear. "Mo Yan, apostle chosen by Yanluo Wang—the King of the Underworld."

For a brief moment, the center of the battlefield became unusually still. All the players suddenly turned their faces toward the seven of them.

Hou Jinjai glanced sideways at Yue Feng, who stood beside him. A brief flash of fighting intent surfaced in his eyes, sharp and instinctive—but he quickly suppressed it and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Yue Feng also turned slightly toward Hou Jinjai at the same time. The same silent clash flickered in his gaze for a moment before he, too, calmly restrained it.

Everyone present knew it clearly.

Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen—figures who had clashed countless times in Chinese mythology, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who defied the heavens and the Heaven’s Eye enforcer who stood as order itself. Their names alone carried the weight of opposition written through countless legends.

But both of them also understood the same thing in this moment. It was not the time to turn their strength against each other.

At the same time, three figures moved toward Xander and Calista.

One after another, they stepped into view, forming a new cluster on the opposite side of the battlefield.

The first was a broad-shouldered young man with a scar running down his cheek. "Leon Varkas, apostle chosen by Ares—the God of War."

Beside him, a man with a calm but sharp gaze adjusted his sleeve before speaking. "Darius Hale, apostle chosen by Poseidon—the God of the Sea."

The last was a woman with long, flowing dark hair and a quiet, almost oppressive presence. "Selene Mora, apostle chosen by Hecate—the goddess of magic, night, and boundaries."

For a moment, the battlefield felt like it had split into two forces.

One side gathered around Hou Jinjai and Lin Shen.

A young man stepped forward from the growing crowd, his presence calm but heavy, like still water hiding depth.

"Arjun Vale," he said. "An apostle chosen by Lord Shiva—the Destroyer and the Ascetic of Cosmic Balance."

The moment Lord Shiva was mentioned, the atmosphere shifted.

From different directions, several figures turned their attention toward Arjun Vale at once.

And then seven players moved at the same time.

They stepped out from their groups and gathered around him, forming a loose circle.

The first was a young woman with calm, steady eyes. "I am Meera Vani. Apostle chosen by Goddess Saraswati—the Goddess of Knowledge, Music, and Wisdom."

A young man followed, his body carrying a faint, oppressive aura. "Raghav Sen, the apostle chosen by Lord Vishnu, the Preserver of the Universe."

Another man stepped forward, eyes burning with quiet intensity. "Karan Dey. Apostle chosen by Lord Surya—the Sun God."

A tall figure with a grounded presence spoke next. "Bhaskar Rao. Apostle chosen by Lord Indra—the King of the Devas and God of Thunder."

A woman with long braided hair added softly, "I am Ananya Iyer, apostle chosen by Goddess Durga—the Divine Mother of War and Protection."

Another young man tilted his head slightly. "Aditya Nair. Apostle chosen by Lord Hanuman—the embodiment of strength, devotion, and immortality."

The last was a quiet girl standing at the edge of the group. "Ishani Kulkarni. Apostle chosen by Goddess Kali—the Goddess of Time, Destruction, and Liberation."

At this moment the other players who were chosen by their respective gods and goddesses also began to gather, instinctively grouping themselves into separate sides.

What had started as scattered individuals was no longer an individual fight.

It was becoming something else entirely.

A war between divine legacies.

In just a few minutes, ten distinct groups had formed across the battlefield.

Each faction stood separated, shaped by the divinities that chose them.

Among all the ten groups, only Zaki, the man carrying the twin axes, remained standing all alone at the edge of it all.

Because there was no record, no legend, no known mythology tied to the name Kaelion, no one could even tell which pantheon he belonged to.

A few players glanced at him once or twice and then quickly looked away, as if he weren’t worth their attention.

But Zaki didn’t react to any of it. His expression remained unchanged as he scanned the battlefield.

There were around forty Apostles and over five hundred ordinary players gathered on the battlefield.

All of them stared at the Primordial Star Core Fragment lying at the center, its blue light pulsing softly against the cracked ground.

But no one tried to make a move; even the wind seemed to have stilled.

Everyone understood the same thing—once someone made a move, this fragile balance would collapse instantly.

The ten Apostle groups stood at the front, while the five hundred ordinary players remained behind them.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to fight for the Primordial Star Core Fragment—who wouldn’t want a divine-grade treasure in a world like this?

It was simply that they couldn’t.

Their strength was too low to stand against the forty Apostles. Even with their advantage in numbers, if they really clashed head-on, they would only be crushed in an instant.

To the Apostles, they were nothing more than cannon fodder.

They were only here to watch—and to wait for an opportunity, hoping to take advantage of the moment the apostles began fighting each other over the Primordial Star Core Fragment.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh.

Just then, two streaks of light tore across the distant sky, rushing toward the battlefield at incredible speed.

The moment everyone saw them, their expressions changed.

The two streaks didn’t slow down.

They cut straight through the sky, growing larger with every passing second; their speed was not decreasing in the slightest.

A few of the Apostles narrowed their eyes, already sensing the pressure coming from them.

In just a few breaths, the streaks arrived above the battlefield.

The figures within them were revealed.

One was the fat young man—Lucien. His presence looked almost out of place in such a tense atmosphere, his round figure floating calmly in the air like he had simply come to watch a show.

But the other one.

Zayen.

At first glance, what they saw was a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties, dark-skinned, with long dreadlocks falling loosely around his face, with six golden wings behind his back. His expression was calm—almost indifferent—as he stood suspended in the sky.

The moment those wings entered their vision, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

The six golden angelic wings stretched out behind him, each feather glowing with divine light. His entire body radiated a sacred yet terrifying pressure, as if something far above mortal rank had descended into this space.

Each wing shimmered with divine brilliance, like pure sunlight condensed into feathered form. The pressure they released wasn’t loud or explosive—it was ancient, overwhelming, and absolute, as if something beyond mortal authority had descended and simply chosen to exist here.

Even the apostles who had been calm until now couldn’t hide their change in expression.

But when their attention shifted to the other figure—Lucien, who stood beside Zayen—

The shock in their eyes instantly turned into confusion.

Because there was nothing. No aura. No pressure. No divine fluctuation whatsoever.

Just an ordinary fat young man floating calmly in the air, completely unremarkable compared to the overwhelming presence beside him.

And that confusion... quickly deepened into shock once again.

Munch... munch!

"As expected... a rare spirit fruit is really more delicious!"

Everyone’s gaze snapped upward.

They saw Zayen and Lucien still floating in the air with a completely relaxed expression, each holding a glowing spirit fruit that looked like an apple in their hands.

And they were eating it casually.

Like they were watching a performance instead of standing above a battlefield filled with dozens of Apostles and hundreds of players.

Lucien took another bite, his round face lighting up with satisfaction, while Zayen calmly chewed, his expression still as indifferent as ever despite the six golden angelic wings stretching behind him.

The contrast was absurd.

One looked like he had come for a feast.

The other looked like a divine being... casually snacking in the sky.

For a moment, the entire battlefield went completely silent again.

Even the Apostles who had been radiating killing intent just moments ago now found their expressions frozen in place.