Chapter 207: Gods of the Mortal Realm VS The Dimensional Council
"My race descended to the mortal realm by following Chthon's divine oracle, awaiting the rally of the multidimensional army to launch a conquest against this world..."
The Demon Owl King solemnly produced an emerald crystal and explained, "We used this crystal to open the dimensional passage. If you're willing to spare my people, I'll offer this crystal to you. Without its power, we can no longer descend to the mortal realm."
Allen extended a spectral hand conjured through the Phantom Lamp Ring to receive the emerald crystal. The moment it touched his palm, he sensed an evil will lurking inside and his expression turned cold. "You tampered with the crystal."
"Impossible! This is a token granted by His Majesty Chthon. It can only be used to open dimensional gates and issue summons before war begins," the Demon Owl King said bitterly. "Besides, the Demon Owl Clan is not proficient in magic."
Allen glanced at Inhysius, who nodded in affirmation—he was telling the truth.
If the Demon Owls had possessed even modest magical talent, the Demon Serpents would have long been extinct.
Allen probed into the emerald crystal.
In that instant, a verdant light screen unfolded before him.
Within the glowing curtain appeared a primeval wilderness—an emerald domain existing outside the mortal dimension.
"Thank you for your mercy," the Demon Owl King bowed respectfully to Allen, then led his people through the portal, returning to their original world.
In a world ruled by the law of the jungle, Allen's choice to spare them was a gesture of immense grace—they held no grudge, only gratitude.
With the Demon Owl Clan's departure, Allen withdrew his magic, causing the portal to collapse and vanish.
"Hisss… so cold!"
Inhysius gave him a playful glare.
Because the crystal was too large to fit under his arm, Allen had tucked it into her bosom instead.
"It's just my mount—I figured you wouldn't mind me stashing something there," Allen said with a mischievous grin.
"It's already in there. What, like I could say no?" Inhysius retorted, exasperated.
"Time to go home."
With that, Allen manifested a pair of bat-like wings and equipped rocket boosters to swiftly glide through the sky.
Waaaahhhh...
As he opened his mouth slightly, a powerful rush of air poured in. Allen relished the sensation of air stuffing his cheeks and shouted gleefully, "It's like getting mouth-blasted—jam-packed!"
"Ah! Slow down! My clothes are about to get blown off!"
Inhysius clutched her chest tightly—her thin garment nearly got stripped off by the wind.
"You can say I'm not tough enough, but don't ask me to slow down. Babe, I'm speeding up! CHARGE—MUSCLE MAN STYLE!"
Yi-ha...
Experiencing extreme-speed flight for the first time, Inhysius's heart thudded wildly.
The wind stung her eyes, forcing them shut, and as she tried to scream, her drool sprayed out before she quickly shut her mouth again.
Allen hadn't even been this reckless when chasing enemies earlier, but now that it was time to go home, he was especially enthusiastic.
Same vibe as clocking out from work.
Slack off the whole day, but at lunch or clock-out time? You'll hustle like your life depends on it. Every extra minute feels like daylight robbery.
Actually, when the Demon Owl King mentioned Chthon—
Allen had already deduced the truth.
Chthon—the god of black magic and one of its primordial sources—ranked even higher than Cytorrak in power.
Within the multidimensional realms, Chthon was a top-tier presence.
At the moment Allen used the emerald crystal—
In a certain dimension beyond the mortal realm—
Seated upon his divine throne, Chthon suddenly sensed a surge of pure magic. He closed his eyes to trace the source.
In that moment, his consciousness pierced through the dimensional fabric and descended upon the mortal realm.
A rare and suitable vessel—perhaps a chance to briefly walk in the world of men.
Soon, a beautiful planet appeared before him.
Oceans, continents, white clouds—all cloaked within an atmosphere brimming with life. Such a world could only be found within the mortal universe.
In fact, "the mortal realm" held special significance: at the dawn of life itself, the ancient gods were born there—Chthon among them.
"Halt! Mortal realm ahead—ancient gods forbidden!"
A resounding voice barred Chthon from delving further.
Following the voice, a projection in the void appeared before him.
It was a trinity: a being formed from three distinct entities guarding the dimensional boundary.
"Vishanti. So you've finally revealed yourself." Chthon spoke the name calmly.
At the center stood a bald man. On the left, a beautiful and mature woman. On the right, a fierce tiger.
They represented Agamotto, Oshtur, and Hoggoth—entities no longer present in the mortal world.
Agamotto and Oshtur were mother and son—the former born from a single tear of the latter.
The reason Agamotto no longer walked the mortal realm was due to his union with the other two ancient gods. Their combined power was so vast, it threatened to destroy the world, so they voluntarily ascended to a higher dimension to fulfill their duty as guardians.
"Chthon, abandon your delusions of assaulting the mortal realm."
Three voices overlapped—stern male, solemn female, and wild elder male—forming an arcane resonance, as though each syllable invoked divine law.
Had this been the mortal world, their words alone would have become binding law.
Chthon sneered, "How hypocritical. Do you intend to hoard the mortal realm's secrets for yourselves?"
"Insolence!"
Vishanti's collective voice roared with fury.
The mortal realm's ability to nurture the ancient gods hid secrets unknown to even them. Many ancient beings had long coveted it.
Yet some still viewed the realm as their home, protecting it from others like Chthon who sought to corrupt or destroy it.
"Who are you calling insolent?"
BOOM!
The void split open, and a massive head emerged. A mountainous body followed, forcing its way through the dimensional wall.
A colossal ancient god tens of thousands of meters tall revealed himself.
"Atlas, good timing. Let's destroy Vishanti together."
Chthon's voice grew steadier upon seeing an ally arrive.
"I was thinking the same thing."
Atlas's words made the void ripple.
He wore only a cloth draped around his waist, his muscular form sculpted like ridged valleys in a mountain.
He was the last surviving Titan God, exiled into the multidimensional void.
Once, there were many Titans. But their immense size caused earthquakes with each step and hurricanes with every word—they were walking disasters, enslaving countless gods.
Eventually, Zeus led the oppressed deities in rebellion. Atlas was the sole Titan who survived.
RUMBLE!
Thunder cracked across the heavens.
Lightning converged from all directions and materialized into a man crowned with olive branches, clad in golden armor, and holding a thunderbolt—eyes blazing as he roared, "I am Zeus, King of the Gods, head of the Olympian Pantheon. I will not allow ancient gods to trespass upon the mortal realm!"
Behind him, a phantom of Olympus emerged, and the eleven other main gods stood ready, gazes fixed on the towering Titan.
In that moment, Atlas recalled his banishment, his eyes burning with fury. He bellowed, wild and vengeful, "I will kill all you lowly servant gods!"
Once prostrated before ancient gods, these petty deities dared usurp their dominion through trickery—blood and fire would cleanse this humiliation.
"KILL THE HERETIC GODS!!!"
The Olympians shouted in unison, their divine brilliance erupting forth.
In an instant, lightning blazed in Zeus's eyes.
With the collective divine power of Olympus channeling into him, his strength now rivaled Atlas—elevated to the level of a Dimensional Lord.
"What a party. How could I miss it?"
Suddenly, a flaming face emerged from the void, eyes gleaming with malice as it looked at both sides.
"Three against two. Ready to start?"
With a new ally, Chthon's arrogance surged.
The newcomer was Dormammu, Lord of the Dark Dimension.
While not ranked among the top in the multiverse, he was still a dangerous factor—the proverbial straw that could break the camel's back.
Just moments ago, Vishanti's side might have had the upper hand. But with one more enemy, that advantage evaporated.
"If it's war you want, it's war you'll get!"
A rainbow bridge shot from the mortal realm into the dimensional void.
Odin rode forth, clad in divine armor, wielding Gungnir, astride his eight-legged steed. "How can Asgard miss a battle like this?"
At once, Dormammu's mocking grin vanished, replaced with a grim expression.
Odin, shrouded in golden divine radiance, brought the full might of Asgard and the spirits of the fallen from Valhalla—equal in strength to any Dimensional Lord.
The standoff became a deadlock—three against three.
Chthon called into the void, "The war's begun—stop hiding."
"Can't I enjoy the show a little longer? You all know I hate frontal assaults."
Mephisto dropped his disguise, emerging blood-red with demonic horns and eyes like a predator eyeing prey.
The Lord of Hell had been lingering just outside the mortal realm.
Not surprising—he always wandered the world in disguise, trading for souls.
"This is our Dimensional Council's debut. Feeling scared yet?"
Mephisto grinned wickedly. "Give me ten thousand mages' souls and I'll back off. Add another ten thousand divine souls and I might even switch sides."
"I'd rather trust Death's mercy than a devil's honesty," Odin said with disdain.
Demons were the embodiment of deceit.
Masters of manipulation and lies, they could never be trusted.
Even if they got what they wanted, they'd stab you in the back the next moment.
Unbothered, Mephisto exuded menace. "Too bad. I'll just have to take them myself."
"You've been gone from the mortal world too long. Meet its new champions." Odin remained defiant.
As his voice fell, beams of white light coalesced above the mortal realm.
A hidden dimension revealed itself—a celestial kingdom.
The gates of Heaven opened, and from within stepped a being of pure white light.
"Heavenly Father?"
Mephisto's face twisted in shock—he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"That's right. I am the Heavenly Father."
A voice filled the void with warmth and compassion.
They had heard of Zeus and Odin.
But this being of light? No one had any intel.
"Impossible. You've only preached for a few centuries—how could you reach the power of a Dimensional Lord? Who are you really?" Mephisto demanded, aghast.
At this, even Chthon, Dormammu, and Atlas were visibly shaken.
If he'd grown this strong in just a few centuries, give him a few more and he'd be unstoppable.
"I am who I am. I can be anyone—and I need be no one."
The Heavenly Father's cryptic words sounded eerily like a preacher's gospel.
"So are we fighting or what? I'm in a rush to get home." Zeus grumbled impatiently.
Both sides looked at him with strange expressions.
This guy wasn't famous for being powerful—but for being… prolific.
Righteous in public, debauched in private.
Not only was his family life a mess, but he also had a thing for married women—and eventually, even non-humanoid beings.
Odin often avoided Zeus just to protect his own wife. The most awkward moments came when lesser gods couldn't even get his title right:
Odin—the All-Father.
Zeus—the King of the Gods.
Among the gods, they couldn't help but jest about how perhaps it was time to reconsider their titles—after all, Zeus was the most prolific sower of seeds. "Father of the Gods" was, without a doubt, a well-earned name.
A blazing sun towed a warship as it approached from the sky.
Another chief deity had arrived to aid the battle on behalf of the mortal realm.
Chthon frowned, unable to immediately recognize the newcomer at a glance.
Still, the tide had clearly turned against the Dimensional Council, shifting to a five-versus-four standoff.
"And you are, sir?" he asked.
Those on Vishanti's side all looked at the new ally in baffled confusion.
Odin cast a glance at his own mount, then at the other's grand vessel. He couldn't help but feel a little upstaged.
Using the sun itself to pull your ship—now that was quite the entrance. Clearly, this was one of those ancient gods who usually kept a low profile but made a very high-profile entrance.
"Everyone, I am Amun-Ra."
Amun and Ra? Weren't those supposed to be two separate sun gods?
Both hailed from the ancient Egyptian pantheon, but in different eras, the title of Sun God belonged to different deities.
Amun-Ra offered an explanation: "Sensing a looming crisis, we merged into one—thus was born a new god."
"…"
The Dimensional Council was left speechless.
This was the first time they'd ever heard of two supreme gods fusing into one. The Egyptian pantheon was clearly walking a wild path.
In that case, could Odin and Zeus, both wielders of thunder, likewise merge into a brand-new Thunder God?
The two mentioned deities happened to lock eyes at that moment.
Then, just as quickly, they looked away, their hearts filled with revulsion.
Odin thought to himself, "Like hell I'm fusing with that guy. I'd rather get beaten to death by the other side—disgusting as hell."
Zeus, meanwhile, was thinking, "Screw that. Fuse with that scruffy, one-eyed freak? Now if it were his wife—I might give it a thought."
"I almost forgot—the Dimensional Council has six members," Chthon added.
With a single thought, he opened a dimensional portal, and out stepped a red-skinned demon. His appearance was strikingly similar to Mephisto—but he wasn't from Marvel; he was DC's demon lord, Trigon.
"I told you, don't call me unless the invasion has already started."
Trigon looked around impatiently, asking, "Who do you want me to hit?"
His gaze casually swept past Vishanti and Amun-Ra, focusing instead on the other three—he was clearly looking for the weakest target to crush.
"Hold on—wait for the Black Death Emperor," Chthon reminded him.
The Dimensional Council was still one short. Once all six were assembled, they would have an overwhelming advantage.