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123: Chapter 123 The Pantheon is now mine.”Not good, defend quickly!”

Gabriel’s voice changed pitch.

This Archangel could no longer maintain his arrogant demeanor.

The star chessboard, which he used for bargaining and was filled with the power of Law, instantly... dissolved the moment it approached this small sun.

It truly dissolved.

The chess pieces representing plague, war, and national fortune were vaporized by the high temperature before they could even resist. The originally solid lines of Law instantly twisted, fractured, and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

”My game!” Gabriel watched all this, his eyes filled with horror.

But this was not the end.

The terrifying heat wave did not stop after burning the chessboard; instead, it seemed to have found an exit and spread in all directions.

”Damn it, this is mortal fire, how can it harm a Divine Body!”

Anubis roared, slamming his scepter hard onto the ground. ”Winds of the Styx, extinguish it!”

Whoosh—

A gust of gray gale, carrying the aura of death and annihilation, appeared and swept toward the fireball.

In Anubis’s understanding, death was the end of everything. Whether it was life or energy, anything touched by the Styx’s aura would fall into silence.

Unfortunately, he had encountered physics.

The physical Laws of the Universe.

The Winds of the Styx hadn’t even approached within three meters of the fireball before they were directly dispersed by the terrifying radiated heat.

Not only did it fail to extinguish the flame, but the chilling aura of death actually acted as an accelerant, instantly ignited by the high temperature, and swept back along the wind’s direction!

”Aoo!”

Anubis screamed.

The burial shrouds wrapped around him, which had remained uncorrupted for a thousand years, and the robes representing the majesty of the Netherworld, instantly caught fire.

And this fire could not be put out!

This was not elemental fire; this was a stream of high-energy particles generated by a fusion reaction.

”Hot, so hot, what the hell is this thing!”

The fur on Anubis’s wolf head instantly curled and blackened, emitting a foul smell of scorching.

He frantically patted out the flames on his body, where was any of the imposing manner of the God of Death?

”Gabriel! You control elements! Hurry and put out this fire!” Anubis shouted while retreating, hiding behind a massive stone pillar.

”I’m trying, but I can’t control it!”

Gabriel was not in much better shape.

His twelve radiant wings behind him were fully spread, attempting to erect a sacred barrier to isolate the high temperature.

But he discovered that his Divine Power was utterly useless against this flame.

”Command: Burning is Forbidden!” Gabriel roared.

Ineffective.

The fireball continued to stably release light and heat.

”Command: Element Stripping!”

Still ineffective.

This thing didn’t play by elemental rules at all! It didn’t need magic to sustain itself; it burned atomic nuclei!

Sizzle—

The outermost pair of Gabriel’s wings, which were an extension of his Divine Power, began to blacken and carbonize at the edges. The air was filled with the smell of burning feathers.

”Impossible... this is impossible...”

Gabriel was drenched in sweat—real sweat, baked out of him. The delicate makeup on his face was ruined, and his white ceremonial robes were blown tight against his body by the heatwave, even beginning to smoke.

”This is a concept...”

Shiva, who had not acted until now, finally saw the true nature of this fire.

The God of Destruction stared intently at the fireball suspended in mid-air, a stream of blood tears flowing from the third eye on his forehead.

He had seen through it.

But precisely because he saw through it, he felt fear.

”This is not magic... this is a star.”

Shiva’s voice was dry, trembling with disbelief. ”He... forged a sun in the mental world.”

”He is using this sun to tell us...”

Shiva looked up at the young man standing beneath the fireball, hands clasped behind his back. ”In the face of immense energy, all our rules, techniques, and games... are a joke.”

In the center of the grand hall.

Su Yun stood directly beneath the terrifying artificial star.

He maintained the same calm demeanor.

Strangely, the high temperature capable of melting a Godhead was very docile around him.

The violent streams of charged particles automatically bypassed his body, forming a faint golden halo around him. Against the backdrop of this halo, Su Yun’s figure appeared slightly blurred, yet imposing.

This light was the Light of Civilization.

It stemmed from humanity crawling out of dark caves to strike a spark, to lighting bonfires on the plains to drive away beasts, and finally, to restraining stellar energy within a reactor.

This light did not belong to the gods.

Therefore, the gods could not judge it, the gods could not extinguish it, the gods... could only fear it.

Su Yun reached out and lightly flicked an imaginary speck of dust off his sleeve.

He looked at the three gods before him, who were scorched and disheveled, the mockery on his lips growing stronger.

”What? Weren’t you just planning to play chess?”

Su Yun’s voice was flat. ”Don’t stop, keep playing. My sun has landed on the Tengen position; it’s your move.”

Your move?

How could they possibly move now?

The table had already melted into iron slag!

Anubis peeked out from behind the stone pillar with half of his charred wolf head, gasping for breath. ”Madman... this madman... to materialize something like this in the mental world, isn’t he afraid of burning his own brain?”

”His mental structure is very strange...” Gabriel gritted his teeth, continuously repairing his scorched wings. ”There is a materialistic attribute in his will that we cannot comprehend. This attribute makes him immune to the rule damage from this thing... Damn it, my feathers!”

Just then.

Su Yun seemed to feel the heat wasn’t quite enough.

He took one step forward.

This single step caused the suspended small sun to suddenly expand, and the golden solar flares licked at the murals on the Pantheon’s dome.

The exquisite murals depicting the creation of the gods and the worship of the masses instantly peeled away, blackened, and turned to ash.

”Who was it just now that said they wanted to take my Soul?”

Su Yun’s gaze locked onto Anubis.

”No... a misunderstanding...” Anubis felt like he was being targeted by an ancient Vicious Beast, his legs turning weak.

”And who was it just now that demanded I spit out my authority?”

Su Yun shifted his gaze toward Gabriel.

The Archangel’s face turned pale, and he instinctively folded his wings, wrapping himself into a ball.

Su Yun sneered.

”You refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.”

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly toward the agitated fireball.

”Since this is the Pantheon, how can one sun be enough?”

A glint flashed in Su Yun’s eyes. ”Let’s add a clock for these esteemed gods.”

Buzz—

Under the gaze of the gods, next to the already terrifying fireball, space began to distort.

A second point of light was condensing.

At this moment, Shiva finally couldn’t remain calm.

He stood up abruptly, waving all four arms simultaneously, his trident emitting a piercing hum.

”Enough, Su Yun!”

There was an almost imperceptible panic in Shiva’s voice. ”Stop! This is the cornerstone of the mental space. If this collapses, all passages connecting to the Divine Realm will be severed! Do you want mutual destruction?!”

Su Yun stopped his action.

Although the second point of light had not fully formed, it still emitted a heart-pounding fluctuation.

He looked at the very angry Shiva, the smile on his face gradually receding, replaced by a chilling coldness.

”Mutual destruction?”

Su Yun shook his head.

”You all misunderstood one thing.”

”I never intended to perish together with you.”

”I just wanted to inform you.”

Su Yun paused, then stated word by word:

”The Pantheon, now belongs to me.”