Chapter 350: The Surrender Faction Has No Good End

Mount Sumeru, Heavenly Court.

Although it is worth complaining about, the development of this world is just like this.

If those big shots in Little Garden knew of the existence of such a place, I fear their molars would fall out from laughter, right?

God knows what kind of magical development could have allowed these two places to combine together.

In the Dxd World, the Heavenly Court has vanished without a trace, replaced by the Mount Sumeru of Buddhism.

And the Lord of Mount Sumeru is the Heavenly Emperor Indra, who commands all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Buddhism.

At this moment, Indra is sitting on a lotus throne.

A man in monk's robes with a crew cut, gold-rimmed round glasses, and prayer beads hanging around his neck rests his chin on one hand, watching the laughter below.

"The three major factions of the Biblical God System have reached a peace agreement? And they are about to sign the treaty in twenty minutes?"

"Yes, Emperor."

The minor god kneeling below is trembling with fear, terrified that he might be punished by the high god Indra for not working hard enough on intelligence gathering.

"How strange. How did those guys dare to pull a stunt like this?"

A look of doubt is on Indra's face.

He considers himself to have a sufficient understanding of the three major factions, and in his view, a union of the three major factions should not be happening at this time.

Thinking of this, Indra lowers his head and looks at the minor god below.

"Did you leave out any intelligence?"

"No, no."

Just as the minor god finishes speaking, his expression changes, and he hurriedly corrects himself.

"No, that's not it; actually, there is one special situation."

The minor god pauses here and says.

"The three factions seem to have invited a witness, a guy who calls himself Son of God Jesus."

"Who?"

Indra cannot help but ask.

"Son of God Jesus?"

Isn't this thing a disguise that guy used before? Is that guy really resurrected?

That shouldn't be, right? Isn't His will still in the Twilight Healing? And the Twilight Healing is in the hands of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao is in the Khaos Brigade.

"Yes, and I also investigated that the Son of God Jesus seems to be serving as the leader of the Khaos Brigade?"

Indra looks at the minor god under his command with a strange expression, his slender eyes widening at this moment.

"Isn't the leader of the Khaos Brigade Ophis? Are you sure your investigation results are not wrong?"

"Yes, Emperor, it was seen with our own eyes by the spies we planted in Kyoto."

The minor god nods frantically; he can stake his own life on the authenticity of this information.

"That's not right, is it? Would that guy, the God of the Bible, allow the Devils, Fallen Angels, and Angels to reach a peace agreement?"

Indra frowns and begins to think carefully.

After a long while, he exhales a breath of turbid air and says.

"A fake."

Heh, I don't know who has the guts to impersonate the Son of God Jesus and managed to persuade Ophis.

It is likely that some guys over at the Church might have already realized the truth that God is dead.

Just like those heroes he created—the ones who inherited the souls or bloodline factors of ancient heroes—they are just experimental products made in a mess.

Sitting on the lotus throne, supporting his chin, Indra's eyes gradually brighten.

He strokes his chin, looks at the subordinate below, and says.

"Next, keep an eye on the subsequent movements of the three major factions, if it is confirmed that they have really reached a peace agreement."

Indra's mouth curls up, his tone carrying a playful air.

"After they confirm the peace agreement, I want the fact that the God of the Bible has fallen to become everyone's consensus."

"Hiss."

The minor god below gasps; this is asking for the three major factions to die.

The reason the three major factions can occupy so much faith is because the fact that God is still alive is currently accepted as common knowledge.

Once the news of God's death is confirmed, the three major factions will inevitably suffer severe challenges.

By then, I fear even extermination is possible.

However, what does this have to do with him, a minor god of Buddhism?

Thinking of this, the minor god feels at ease and says.

"This subordinate will go handle it."

"Wait."

Indra suddenly calls out to the subordinate who is preparing to leave.

"Isn't that Son of God the leader of the Khaos Brigade? Although I don't know how Lilim managed it, this is still beneficial to us."

"Go contact Cao Cao and have him investigate the matter of that Son of God; it would be even better if you could trick Ophis over."

"Yes!"

The minor god hurriedly takes his leave, leaving behind only Indra, who is lost in thought while sitting on the lotus throne, the Heavenly Emperor Throne.

"Heh heh, it just so happens that Hades has been looking to cooperate with me recently; we have discovered something good in the Underworld."

"Dragon Eater Samael!"

Indra mutters to himself, then gradually closes his eyes, his breathing slowly becoming steady.

——

In a certain federation in India, inside a forest.

"Is that so? The three major God Groups of the Biblical God System are preparing to make peace? A gathering of the weak..."

Wearing a straw raincoat, holding a fishing rod, the youth sitting by the river had a smile on his lips, seemingly mocking.

"If the God of the Bible were still alive, he probably wouldn't agree to this, would he?"

"But this was signed under the witness of the Son of God... Heh, God of the Bible, what exactly are you thinking?"

The light and darkness of this world have been defined, and the one who defined them is the God of the Bible.

The tool that assisted the God of the Bible in defining them is the System.

And now, the peace talks between the Angels, who represent the side of good, and the Devils, who represent the side of evil, are already a violation of God's definition.

If God were still alive, he would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen.

Surely no one actually thinks the God of the Bible is some kind of benevolent deity, right?

Who knows whose urine that great flood that destroyed the world was.

And there are those countless Gods and Buddhas and Asura who died at the hands of the God of the Bible.

Surely no one actually thinks such a large territory of the Biblical God System was handed over by others for free, right?

What is written in the Old Testament is not all Fiction.

Suddenly, the straw-hat-wearing youth Shiva flicked his fishing rod, looked at the fish that had escaped the hook, and said in surprise.

"You actually came to find me in person?"

Behind him, a handsome young man with a cinnabar mark on his forehead walked out; it was the guardian deity of Hinduism, Vishnu,

the third strongest person in the world.

"Who is that Son of God? Do you know? I suspect he is from that side."

Vishnu threw a photo to Shiva and said in a serious tone.

In the photo, it was a scene of Azazel manipulating a Mechanical Dragon Species to destroy a certain mountain range in the Underworld.

"This joke is not funny."

Shiva raised his hand without looking back, caught the photo, took a look, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"Mechanical Dragon? I remember that over there, it's the Mechanical Gods, right?"

"This was created by that Son of God, crafted right in front of many people."

Vishnu explained; he knew Shiva didn't care much about these trivial matters, so he explained the intelligence he had gathered.

The spies they had planted in Kyoto and on the side of the Devils did not have high status, and the intelligence they knew was limited.

"A powerhouse! A powerhouse not inferior to that God."

The corners of Shiva's mouth rose rapidly, as if his mouth had split open.

"This creation alone gave me a strong sense of threat."

Vishnu looked at Shiva with some surprise; one must know that he is the strongest person besides the two Dragon Gods and the God of the Bible, those super-spec powerhouses.

But just based on one creation, Shiva considered the other party a powerhouse comparable to the God of the Bible.

In Vishnu's view, it was still a bit too exaggerated.

"Are you serious?"

Vishnu asked with some surprise.

Isn't this a bit too exaggerated? God had only just passed away, and as a result, a Son of God comparable to God popped out?

"I don't know."

Shiva shook his head and said indifferently.

"With just a few photos and some newspapers, how would I know how strong the other party is?"

Shiva couldn't help but roll his eyes, and as he spoke, he pointed to the scene of the test of destructive power on the photo.

"I only know that the other party's destructive power is stronger than mine."

Looking at the photo, it was clear that the mountain used as a target had been set up with countless layers of magic circles, but it had been destroyed in a single blow.

Along with the mountain range, it turned into ashes, and cracks even appeared in space.

Those dense magic circles, which looked like they were set up by the joint efforts of Ajuka and Azazel, were things even he would find hard to say he could break in an instant.

And if it weren't for the fact that the destructive power was truly too strong and the scene too large, this intelligence might not have leaked out.

Vishnu coughed twice in embarrassment; he truly had not thought of this aspect.

"Also, you'd better put away those little thoughts of yours; it hasn't even been confirmed whether the God of the Bible is dead or not."

Shiva smiled and said with a rather playful expression.

"God is already dead."

Vishnu said with some dissatisfaction; he was unhappy with the Indian Pantheon's constant behavior of consolidating old territories, but Shiva was indifferent.

And that guy Brahma was also an old salted fish.

"God is dead? Who said that? And if God is dead, who can we rely on to resist the other world?"

Shiva couldn't help but sneer.

"If God is really dead, then we might as well wash our necks and wait for death. Do you really think Great Red can guard the Dimensional Gap?"

Hearing the words "other world," Vishnu's expression changed immediately.

"We cannot..."

"Are you sure those Mechanical Gods will be as easy to talk to as that one?"

Shiva rolled his eyes and looked at Vishnu, speechless.

"You wouldn't want to be like Indra, would you?"

"Don't forget that everything we possess now could not have been achieved without that person's help."

The Milk Ocean, an extremely important place in Indian Mythology; at regular intervals, Indian Mythology periodically performs the ritual of churning the Milk Ocean.

By the gods churning the Milk Ocean, a liquid shining with a golden light can be refined—the elixir of immortality, Amrita.

Furthermore, countless Secret Treasures and Artifacts will be obtained.

However, these things all have a source; they are investments given to them by that Milk Goddess who presides over the Milk Ocean to help them grow.

The reason why Shiva, Vishnu, Brahma, and even Indra can become the top five powerhouses in the world and widen the gap between them and other powerhouses is inseparable from the help of the treasures of the Milk Ocean.

The top five powerhouses in the world can be regarded as Five-digit Exceptional, near Dragon God-class existences.

They are existences not in the same dimension as the latter five digits.

Hearing this, Vishnu said with a hint of unwillingness.

"How much longer will it take you?"

"Perhaps a few thousand years, perhaps a few decades; just wait."

Shiva lowered his straw hat and went back to fishing.

Hearing this, Vishnu gritted his teeth, his gaze flickering slightly, and he left with quick steps.

Noticing this scene, Shiva shook his head.

"One after another, they don't focus on improving their strength, but instead love to play with conspiracies and schemes; do they really think the surrender faction will have a good end?"

And even if they really wanted to surrender, whether others would even want them is another matter.

"That step—how exactly did that guy manage to take it? I hope that after I take that step, it will have some effect."

Shiva sighed and shifted his attention back to the water's surface.

(End of this chapter)