Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

Olympus.

Inside the forbidden palace grounds, Zeus looked up at the sky.

The moon, which was clearly visible, suddenly disappeared. Such a big moon vanished in an instant.

His pupils constricted sharply, as if he had witnessed something utterly terrifying; the shock in his heart rendered him almost unable to think. It was obvious without a doubt that whatever was sealed on the moon was an extremely dangerous and powerful entity.

And the person who could so easily destroy the moon with a wave of his hand is probably no one else but himself.

"Cough cough cough..."

A weak, aged cough echoed from within the palace, a sound that seemed to come from an old man nearing the end of his life. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the withered and emaciated Zeus, the king of the gods, sitting high on his throne. His once majestic eyes now appeared unusually cloudy, as if they had lost their former brilliance.

"Your Majesty, what exactly happened?"

Although many of the gods already knew the answer, they still looked at the sky in disbelief, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"This is a threat, a blatant threat!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but shout out those words, their voice filled with anger and resentment.

"Is it... Erebus?"

Apollo, the chief god of Olympus, hesitated before asking. Everyone was familiar with Erebus, the name he spoke of; it was no longer a secret.

"Your Majesty, are we just going to sit here and wait to die? What if we use all the strength of the nation to fight against them? Maybe there's still a glimmer of hope?"

Zeus shook his head. "We have no chance of winning... He's always been like that, vindictive and unforgiving."

He can destroy even myths from beyond the world with a wave of his hand; there is no one on this earth who can stop him.

We previously expressed goodwill towards the Cthulhu Mythos, hoping they would lend a hand, perhaps giving us a glimmer of hope.

Didn't you witness it with your own eyes just now?

That incredibly powerful Lord Black Goat was killed by a single, casual sword strike from the other party!

That was Lord Black Goat! If such a powerful being was defeated so easily, what chance do we have?

"Now, my physical condition is so bad that I can no longer participate in the battle." Zeus's voice revealed a hint of helplessness and despair.

Apollo nodded thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on Zeus, as if he were pondering something.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to fight him! I refuse to believe that we cannot even last a single round with our strength." Apollo bowed respectfully to Zeus, his voice firm and resolute.

As a loyal follower of Zeus, Apollo possessed an indomitable spirit. He was determined to use his last strength to fight a desperate battle against his enemy.

Zeus did not immediately respond to Apollo's request; his attention was entirely focused on the sky, as if something important was happening there.

After a while, Zeus casually waved his hand, indicating to Apollo that he didn't need to say anything more.

At this point, Zeus had already disregarded his own life and death.

He knew in his heart that, facing such a powerful enemy, the hope of survival was extremely slim.

Seeing this, Apollo sighed helplessly. He raised the sword in the stone, ready to charge into the sky and fight the enemy to the death.

However, just as he was about to take off, something unexpected happened...

Several sacred mountains on Olympus inexplicably cracked open.

At that very moment, every god sitting among the mountains seemed to have been struck by lightning, their eyes flashing with dazzling light.

"What...what does this mean?" someone exclaimed in astonishment.

"Hahahahahaha!!" A burst of maniacal laughter suddenly rang out, "If the God-King is going to die, then we can't survive either!"

"That old bastard, he actually led us into such an endless abyss! Bastard, you scoundrel! If the old God-King were still alive, how could such a thing have happened?" another voice roared angrily.

“We finally became the last divine kingdom, and now…” someone lamented.

"What should we do now? They've already come to our doorstep, and our sacred mountain has exploded!" someone cried out in terror.

"Never mind, kill Zeus and sacrifice him to the heavens!!" a voice roared.

In an instant, several powerful auras at the level of main gods erupted like volcanic eruptions. They intertwined and roared towards the central palace of Olympus like a storm.

This chilling killing intent swept across the entire divine kingdom like a raging storm, as if it would tear everything apart and devour it.

The terrifying aura was like the end of the world, making it hard to breathe.

As this terrifying divine light erupted, Zeus's palace was instantly blasted into countless fragments, and the rising dust blotted out the sky, as if the entire world was shrouded in darkness.

Immediately afterwards, several figures rushed into the ruins like lightning.

They moved with lightning speed, making it impossible for anyone to see them clearly.

The next moment, the pressure of a supreme god soared into the sky, and the rolling thunderclouds were as black as ink, as if endless darkness had descended upon the world.

Amidst this series of astonishments, the gods felt a jolt in their hearts. They knew that things had come to this point, and there was no other choice but to fight to the death.

No one could have imagined that before Olympus's formidable enemy even arrived, they would start killing each other.

This chaotic battle was unprecedentedly fierce, with numerous gods fighting each other in the ruins, blood splattering everywhere and screams echoing everywhere.

Meanwhile, high above Olympus, Zhao Wentian stood quietly with Nyx, coldly observing everything that was happening below.

"Is it painful?" Zhao Wentian's voice was as calm as still water. His gaze fell on Nix, as if trying to see through her appearance to the deepest thoughts in her heart.

Nyx's response was equally calm, her voice devoid of any emotion: "I'm at peace. From the moment you sent me to the mental hospital, I completely lost faith in this so-called divine kingdom."

Zhao Wentian was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Danasus's eyes seem to have changed." His gaze turned to Lin Qiye on the other dragon head, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Nyx looked over as well, her brows furrowing slightly: "Indeed, his eyes look different than before."

Zhao Wentian stared at Lin Qiye and slowly asked, "Are you Lin Qiye, or the will of the universe, Lin Qiye?"

Lin Qiye's lips curled into a faint smile. He spread his arms as if to show himself, and then said, "Mom and Dad... do you think I should be Lin Qiye, or..."

"You better be one!" Zhao Wentian interrupted him without any politeness, lightly tapping his head from a distance, as if warning him not to talk nonsense.

Lin Qiye smiled helplessly, spread his hands and said, "To be honest, I didn't expect such a big change to occur in this cycle."

Even more surprisingly, despite all that had happened, Azathoth did not appear.

His will gradually detached from this world because of your struggle with him in the higher dimension.

"So... what should we do next?"

Lin Qiye continued to ask.

"You know, once you're fully awake, she..."

Zhao Wentian stroked Nix's hair, "And them, everyone will be gone, I don't want..."

"So, you plan to completely integrate the nine dragon veins with them?" Lin Qiye stared at the other party, a hint of doubt in his tone.

Zhao Wentian nodded firmly, "That's right, besides Kunlun, I need two other dragon veins."

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Let me try!"

Zhao Wentian rejected his suggestion without hesitation, "No, it can only be Ye Fan and Zuo Qing!"

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, lost in thought. He knew that Zhao Wentian's decision was not made rashly, but he still had some concerns.

After a while, Lin Qiye slowly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, "Is there enough time?"

Zhao Wentian looked at Lin Qiye, then shifted his gaze to the dragon at his feet. "Using their bodies, along with the bronze coffin behind them, the dragon's body will become their final form, while the bronze coffin can transport your entire dream world to a higher dimension. However, doing so will cause you immense suffering... Are you truly willing to do this?"

Lin Qiye fell silent, feeling as if a thousand pounds weighed on his heart. He knew this was a difficult choice, one that concerned not only his own safety but also the success or failure of the entire plan.

Just as Lin Qiye was hesitating, a new development seemed to occur in the battle at Olympus...

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a gaunt figure could be seen faintly.

He carried several heads of gods in his hands and slowly emerged from the smoke...

“Nyx, Zhao Gan…are you…satisfied now? Hahahaha…”