Chapter 413

Enlil realized that most of the gods, demons, immortals, and devils present were from other worlds.

The Demon Lord and others at least still had bloodlines from the Primordial World; they were part of it. The rest were not.

One thing at a time. They had been suppressed for too long. After reviving, they wished to speak with others, to spread the truth of ancient Babylonian mythology—but once spoken, what needed to be done must still be done.

Why were gods and demons from other worlds appearing here, if the ancient Babylonian cosmos had been suppressed by various mythologies?

Even if he had betrayed out of necessity to escape the game, Enlil's heart still remained tied to the Primordial World. As the Supreme One, he could not fail to see the reason why gods and demons from other worlds had appeared here—he had thoughts on it.

The Demon Lord and others froze.

Is the Hades Enlil mentioned the God of the Underworld, Hades?

The ancient Babylonian cosmos was split and suppressed separately by various mythologies. Enlil naming Hades must mean Hades was the one assigned to suppress this ancient Babylonian cosmos.

Thinking of this.

The Demon Lord and other gods and demons suddenly changed expression.

Wait!

If this ancient Babylonian cosmos was suppressed by Hades, then the Heavenly Weeping that occurred not long ago at the heart of the Nine Heavens in the Original Battlefield…

"Enlil, the Supreme One, Hades is dead—not long ago…"

The Demon Lord recounted the Heavenly Weeping incident in full detail, including the current location of the ancient Babylonian cosmos and why they had come here.

"You!"

The gods, demons, immortals, and devils from other worlds nearly had their qi and blood surge into their hearts.

The Demon Lord also revealed their invasion of the Primordial World.

A trembling from deep within their souls, as if, in this moment, their lives no longer belonged to them—they were already dead.

Enlil was watching them.

"Supreme One Enlil, we did not intend to invade the Primordial World—we didn't know…"

The gods and demons rushed to explain.

But Enlil paid no attention: "Regardless, anyone who dares disturb the Primordial World dies."

In an instant, boundless Supreme Qi surged through this cosmos, pouring into the gods, demons, immortals, and devils from other worlds—there was no time to flee, no chance to react.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Like fireworks on Lunar New Year, one after another, they all exploded—every invader from other worlds died, leaving nothing behind.

The Demon Lord and other great ones felt their scalps go numb.

Thank goodness we sided with the Primordial World. Thank goodness we revealed earlier that we were Primordial World test subjects.

"Leave this place. No mythology will allow anyone to have come here. While they haven't discovered it yet."

Enlil said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon Lord felt his body suddenly loosen—the overwhelming Supreme Qi that had been flooding everywhere receded like a tide withdrawing.

Huh.

Exhaling a long breath of stale air, the Demon Lord and other great ones—who had all just entered the Immortal-Demon realm—bowed their hands to Enlil.

"Thank you, Supreme One Enlil, for your grace. We shall never forget this day."

Enlil did not respond, only said: "Thank you for protecting the Primordial World."

He was thanking the Demon Lord and others for intervening to protect Earth, stopping the other worlds from striking at the Primordial World.

"It is our duty."

The Demon Lord replied.

Then they departed, not intending to linger. Enlil had made it clear, and they were not fools—staying here now was useless.

"He… was also a pawn. The only pawn who escaped the game and became the player."

Before leaving.

As the Demon Lord and others stepped out of the sealing ground, a voice echoed behind them, causing their bodies to jolt violently.

It was Enlil's voice.

Even after leaving the altar, even after exiting the ancient Babylonian cosmos, the Demon Lord and other great ones remained in a daze, unable to recover for a long time, looking as if they had lost their souls.

The moment they emerged, every nation monitoring them closely immediately turned their attention.

"Why are only them coming out? What happened to the invading gods, demons, immortals, and devils?" Someone noticed only the Demon Lord and his group had exited, and immediately spiraled into terrifying speculation.

Could all those gods and demons have died inside the altar?

"The Demon Lord and others seem stronger." Director Takahashi looked at the Demon Lord and his companions, sensing a profound change in their aura.

His gaze lifted, and Director Takahashi paused.

The Demon Lord and others' aura had changed—they must have grown stronger—but why did they look so dazed, so lost?

Had they stayed too long inside the altar? Had deathly energy seeped in, stripping them of emotion, turning them into hollow shells without self-awareness?

The thought was quickly dismissed.

The Demon Lord and others finally came to their senses, and with horror, they shouted to Ashiya Ushi and the other Twenty-Eight Mansions who approached: "He—he was also a pawn once!!"

At this moment.

Around the globe, sounds of chairs scraping, bodies falling, objects dropping, and screams erupted together.

"What?!"

"My god, did I just see something wrong?"

"Have I not woken up yet today?"

Upon understanding the meaning of what the Demon Lord and others had said, no one could sit still—reactions grew more intense by the second. Those seated shot up so violently their chairs were knocked over by their own legs.

Even more extreme cases collapsed from heart attacks on the spot.

What kind of joke is this—he was once a pawn?

Director Takahashi nearly lost his balance, the intense stimulation leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

That invincible one, whom mortals believed could accomplish anything, manipulate past and future, and disregard even the Supreme, was itself merely a pawn—until it became the player.

"What the hell is going on?!"

A nation's top figure swore aloud—there was no keeping composure; no one could remain calm under such circumstances.

Across the entire world, including the gods and demons of the Phantom Demon Realm, Eternal Star Realm, and other external realms, none could remain composed.

The chat group also erupted in chaos; these Immortal Lords, Immortal Kings, Immortal Monarchs were horrified—thankfully they weren't in seclusion cultivating, or they would have surely deviated into demonic madness.

"He was once a pawn…"

The Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal dropped his sword to the ground; in that instant, countless thoughts surged through him, each one leaving him unable to calm down.

He was once a pawn—who used him as a pawn? It must have been the other player in the game with him.

What did that other player seek by making moves in this game? Was it a solo game, or a two-player duel? If two-player, then who was the one dueling with the other player?

Where has that someone gone now? Dead? Or what?

He rose from pawn to player—does this mean he replaced that someone and became the new player?

Whether he replaced that someone or something else happened, what game were he and these two players playing? Did the first two play a game, and he intervened as player? Or did he start a new one?

Two players clashed; one died, and he took his place, dueling the victor—either continuing the same game or starting a new one.

Then… why did these three play? Why did they duel?

My head aches.

My mind feels like it's about to explode.

The few short characters of information brought out from the altar by the Demon Lord and others contained an immense volume of meaning.

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