As the Flügel legion advanced, the Greek Divine Realm, the Roman Divine Realm, the Norse Divine Realm, the Biblical Divine Realm, the Celtic Divine Realm, the Phoenician Divine Realm, the Voodoo Divine Realm, the Hindu Divine Realm, the Egyptian Divine Realm, the Sumerian Divine Realm, the Japanese Divine Realm… numerous divine realms were ravaged by the flames of war one after another, leaving only the ruins of myth.
Among them, some divine realms sensed the danger and wanted to unite against the enemy, but even with several divine realms joining forces, they could not withstand the Flügel's Heaven's Strike.
Some divine realms attempted to replicate Zeus's actions, concentrating all their Authorities into a single god, trying to suppress the enemy with absolute power.
However, before Jibril, who had mastered God's Strike, even these upgraded gods were no match and were instantly annihilated.
Like the sharpest of arrows, the Flügel followed the line Su Mo had casually drawn, advancing step by step. The divine realms along the way had no choice but destruction.
In the ruins left by the Flügel, the Ex-machina legion followed Su Mo's orders, preserving and recording everything.
Thousands of gods fell, and the Authorities of all these gods flowed into Su Mo's body through the Protection of the Sword.
Under these circumstances, the number of Authorities and Divinities Su Mo had received was beyond counting.
In the end, for the sake of organization and retrieval, even Su Mo had to reorganize the Primordial Divinities by category.
Fortunately, these divine realms had clear boundaries between them, spontaneously forming the territories of different myths.
"Greek, Celtic, Christian, Buddhist… Only one last corner of the Divine Realm remains to be cleared."
Dozens of different golden books floated before Su Mo's eyes. Each book was a history of a myth, recording the deeds of countless gods and their scriptures.
These were the cores of the divine realms, shaped by the shared myths of thousands of worlds, and the very myths worshipped by the people of those worlds.
If one were to include small-scale groups like Mithraism or Esoteric Buddhism, the number of books before Su Mo would have to be multiplied by at least ten. For the sake of management, Su Mo had unified them into their closest large-scale myths.
With the help of the Ex-machina, he had absorbed all the Primordial Divinities one by one, then woven them into myths, restoring their original forms.
Now, not only had the power of his original Mythological Arts undergone a qualitative leap, but his understanding of myth had also taken a quantum leap.
Although myths record the stories between gods, these stories are not unrelated. Different myths often have different tendencies and different understandings of the world.
This different understanding is also known as a cosmology.
After carefully analyzing the Divinities of the gods and the fixed paradigms of myth, one would inevitably come to a conclusion.
The existence of a cosmology was not a leftover setting added after the gods were created.
On the contrary, the cosmology was not only the true core of myth, but also a paradigm of thought that existed before the birth of the gods.
One could even say that the very essence of a god's birth was to better present the concept of their cosmology.
Just as the birth of the most evil god, Angra Mainyu, was merely to balance the scales of good and evil dualism, the existence of the god Verethragna was to proclaim the Zoroastrian truth that "good will always triumph over evil."
"So, I just need to deal with you last, and I can master the final epic of myth, the Avesta, complete the final Persian mythology, perfect the dualism of good and evil, and completely become the Lord the one God of the Divine Realm."
Looking at the Avesta, which was missing its final corner, Su Mo said to Verethragna before him.
"I've come to keep our appointment. I'm not too late, am I?"
"…What do you think?"
Looking at the Flügel and Ex-machina legions eyeing him like tigers, the young War God had cold sweat on his forehead and retorted speechlessly.
It's only been a few days!
Although there was no fixed time connection between the Divine Realm and the mortal world, Su Mo had arrived far too quickly.
"Although I believe you have the ability to enter the Divine Realm, your power has evolved too ridiculously, hasn't it?"
Looking at the figure before him, whose majesty was heavier than a mountain, Verethragna found it hard to believe that this was the Godslayer who had usurped his Authority just a few days ago.
Although Su Mo had shown a crushing advantage over him in their previous battle in the lower world, with his strength at that time, he might not have been able to defeat a united force of gods.
Although they had made a pact, in Verethragna's mind, Su Mo would need at least a few years to advance into the Divine Realm, and then go through some hardships before he could reach the level of his previous boast—to be able to defeat a pantheon on his own.
He had imagined several ways to either help or test this special human, and had even looked forward to reclaiming victory from Su Mo upon their next meeting.
But he had never thought that their reunion would be like this.
Forget enduring hardship; Su Mo didn't even wait a few years. It only took him a few days to reach the Divine Realm.
And what was even more unbelievable was that as soon as he arrived, he directly swept through all the pantheons.
Note, not just a single pantheon, but all the pantheons in the Divine Realm.
So much so that by the time Verethragna received the news and was eager to challenge the pantheon that dared to invade the Divine Realm, he was bewildered to find that all other divine realms except the Persian one had fallen.
In the vast Divine Realm, only the Zoroastrian pantheon remained. And before long, the Zoroastrian pantheon was reduced to a single god.
Himself.
The ones who had destroyed everything, both good and evil, were the Flügel legion. In fact, if not for the young Flügel girl hearing his muttering and specifically sparing him to be dealt with by Su Mo personally, he would have likely died under the might of God's Strike, just like Mithra.
Faced with Verethragna's sigh, Su Mo just slightly raised his hand.
"Are those your last words?"
"No. If I may, there is one thing I would like to ask," Verethragna immediately shook his head.
Having witnessed Jibril's power, he had completely given up any possibility of defeating Su Mo. Even though he was the War God of myth, the essence of victory, in the domain of victory, Su Mo was already far ahead of him.
To fight would mean death. Although he did not fear death, he still had some questions he wanted to clear up.
"What is it?" Su Mo asked.
His relationship with Verethragna was limited to a single clash. Plus, the other was just a war god; he didn't think he could pose any thought-provoking riddle.
But to his surprise, after receiving permission, Verethragna wore an incredibly serious expression.
"Lord Pontiff, I would like to ask, does your appearance signify the arrival of the Day of Judgment?"
"Pontiff?" Hearing this title, Su Mo was slightly taken aback and asked in return, "Why do you call me that?"
Verethragna looked at him as if the answer was obvious.
"Who else but the Pontiff of our Zoroastrianism could master the dualism of good and evil and possess such invincible strength?"
Good will always triumph over evil. Reversing this logic, it means that victory is inevitably good.
So now, even though Su Mo had annihilated the entire Divine Realm and wiped out the Zoroastrian pantheon, in Verethragna's eyes, it was all part of the "good triumphs over evil" cycle.
Just as Michael saw Su Mo as an incarnation of the Lord and thus had no objection to any of his actions, Verethragna, although he had not yet been killed and recreated by Su Mo, had analyzed the situation through the teachings of Zoroastrianism and still saw Su Mo as a being like the supreme good god Ahura Mazda, who had yet to descend.
Since he was the lord of good and evil dualism, he was naturally also the Pontiff who led the entire Zoroastrian faith.
"So that's the reason…"
Looking at Verethragna's serious and reverent gaze, Su Mo nodded and accepted this explanation. After all, he had seen this kind of treatment many times along the way.
The pantheons had taken "if you can't beat them, join them" to the extreme.
He was already the Father of the Greek Pantheon and the Lord of Christian Mythology; serving as the Pontiff of Zoroastrianism was no big deal.
However, there was one thing he didn't understand.
"The Day of Judgment?"