The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 770 - 155 The Greek Clothing Crisis (7.2k)

Chapter 770: Chapter 155: The Greek Clothing Crisis (7.2k) Chapter 770: Chapter 155: The Greek Clothing Crisis (7.2k) Above the high heavens, apocalyptic flames and thunderbolts clashed incessantly, sending destructive tidal waves to all corners of the Greece realm.

The remnants of stars and fragments from Olympus rained down from the sky, causing the already fracturing earth to collapse entirely.

The surging tides of Chaos, after dissolving and devouring all matter around them, launched assault after assault on the last barrier between heaven and earth—a radiant, colossal tree—attempting to hew the sturdy tinder and stuff it into the hearth of the Divine Throne, contributing its entire light and heat to the supreme Divine Business.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom!”

The giant tree emitted groans of being overburdened, as specks of ash from the apocalyptic blaze peeled from its trembling branches and were engulfed by the sweeping Chaos tides.

The realm enfolded within began to sway unstably, its dazzling halls quaking fiercely.

Under absolute Power, the fall of this last sanctuary seemed to be only a matter of time.

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Could they win?

The billions of lives sheltered within this divine nation couldn’t help but wonder as they looked up at the sky with hope.

Yet, under the ferocious onslaught of the thunderbolts, the apocalyptic flames flickered like a candle in the wind, pushed to the brink.

“If we don’t help, he will lose,” Athena, observing the battlefield, offered a certain answer.

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The figures present looked at each other, their faces a mix of confusion and bitterness.

Though they were once Deities, Monsters, and Heroes, wielding extraordinary powers, the decrees of Heavenly Destiny Power had stripped them of all haloes, reducing them to mere commoners.

Even more so, some had lost their very bodies, with nothing left but a wisp of Spirit entrusted here.

The idea of ascending to Olympus once more and joining the Shepherd in the fight against the tyrant in the heavens seemed impossible, let alone battling those black Giant God soldiers wandering outside the divine nation.

“We have nothing left.”

“We can’t do anything.”

Depressed voices arose amongst the crowd, a pessimistic atmosphere taking hold as they seemed to foresee a cruel Future determined by Fate.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Athena shook her head and smiled at the figures before her, speaking softly.

“We, do we not still have Life?”

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At the same time, on Mount Olympus.

“Bang!”

Piercing thunderbolts once again brought down the figure wrapped in apocalyptic flames; Zeus took pleasure in seeing the figure that couldn’t rise again and the shattered halo behind him.

He had to admit, this son was the finest among his Bloodline.

He had achieved the Chief God’s status through hard work, and it seemed even Heavenly Destiny Divine Authority could not significantly affect him.

But even though he created Miracles from desperate situations time and again, his struggle had to come to an end.

Before absolute strength, any form of resistance was futile!

“Prepare to die, spawn. This is your Heavenly Destiny!”

Zeus raised his Thunder Light Spear, ready to personally end this fated nemesis.

Hum!

However, a violent tremor came from the Lower Realm, as a white-hot stream of light surged skyward, interweaving with countless chants.

The voices contained old men, children, youths, young women…

The figures included Deities, Magic Beasts, Heroes, Humans…

“Our worshiped King,

May all honor your name as holy.

May your Graces be made manifest,

May your will be done on earth,

as it is in Heaven.

Our daily bread,

Give us today.

Our joyous wine,

Today feast us;

Lead us not into temptation,

Deliver us from evil.

Majestic, joyous feast, be with you;

Wisdom, Power, Love, be with you;

Kingdom, Authority, Glory, all belong to you.

—From eternity past, to now, and forevermore!!!”

The united chanting echoed throughout the heavens, as the billions of figures in the divine nation ignited themselves in the high song, transforming into a blaze of intense white flame that streamed into the withered and dimming giant tree.

And as this burgeoning surge of life infused the tree, its complex root system deeply penetrated the desolate earth, with millions of white flames erupting from the Tree of Life’s branches, continuously growing upwards, soon covering the entire sky.

“Boom!”

The fully grown giant tree burst through Mount Olympus. The flames carried the high song, louder and more forceful, as billions of specks of light converged at the tree’s pinnacle.

Under the nurturing and quickening light, one kingdom after another, each carrying the vision of a beautiful Life, materialized from the void. There flowed water with clear sounds, the soil was fertile, and white grains grew everywhere; milk and honey were available at will, with the sweet scent of exquisite wine filling the air.

In an instant, ten crystal-clear Fruits were nurtured on the tree’s branches, and looking inside, the World within was pure white, clean, and beautiful.

Zeus got to his feet from the spreading dust, his eyes wide with astonishment:

“What is this?”

“The Kabbalah Tree of Life?”

Luo En muttered the answer, shock and bewilderment intertwined in his eyes.

The Kabbalah Tree of Life, legend has it, stands at the center of the Garden of Eden and represents the path for mortals to God or the means through which God created the World from nothing. Its cabalistic philosophy symbolizes the universe’s totality with the “Tree of Life” that grows in Heaven, unifying the collective will to shape a perfect World and a perfect Deity.

In an instant, Luo En understood what the lives within his divine nation were doing.

—The Great Sacrifice!

To offer their own lives to God, to entrust their spirits to God, to burn themselves entirely for the Divine Business they collectively awaited!