Indian Mythology: the Heavenly Emperor is not working today
Chapter 60 - 60 60 The Anvil Rebels Joint Suppression Seeking Followers

60: Chapter 60: The Anvil Rebels, Joint Suppression (Seeking Followers) 60: Chapter 60: The Anvil Rebels, Joint Suppression (Seeking Followers) “Both of you die together!”

Jīnchuáng’s roar burst forth, creating waves of energy.

He raised both hands high, crossed them in front of his chest, and then violently shook them apart.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

His golden armor shattered, instantly filled with cracks like a dense spiderweb, and then these fissures reached their zenith.

With a loud bang, the breastplate splintered, countless pieces of armor scattered, revealing a strong body as vibrantly red as hot copper in flames.

“Come on!”

Barechested Jīnchuáng, his arm muscles exploding with power, clenched his fingers into his palm one by one like a fierce tiger flashing its claws, emitting a heaven-shattering roar.

“As you wish!”

As you wish!

As you wish!

As you wish!

Vishnu’s voice echoed once again, like a blessing in response to a believer’s prayers, resonating within the Heavenly Realm.

Boom!

The next moment, the nearby collapsed pillar cracked with countless fractures and exploded with a bang, and a ferocious figure with disheveled golden hair leaped out from it.

Aooo!

Aooo!

Aooo!

The smell of blood was in the wind, the roar split the sky!

The figure, with the head of a lion and the body of a man, roared as he looked down.

He wore a golden crown, shimmering brightly, a draped garment slung across his body signifying his noble lineage, his hands with sharp claws glinting coldly, radiating boundless and formidable ferocity.

Narasimha!

Narasimha!

“I will kill you to prove that I am the one true King!”

Jīnchuáng bellowed, lifted his head in a roar, and as he did, his body grew ever larger during the roar until not even a trace of his outline was visible, as if his colossal form was propping up the entire Heavenly Realm.

His massive feet stomped like overturning heavens and earth, crushing everything beneath, the terrifying wind pressing down on all things, stomping towards Indra and Narasimha.

So big!

A thought flashed through Indra’s mind as he leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of light shooting out.

Narasimha glanced around, his figure flickered, grabbing the praising Poluo Keluota and dodged the strike.

Rumble!

The stomp seemed to shatter stars.

The Heavenly Realm shook incessantly, stars where heaven and earth met twinkled, and planets began to split apart.

Just as Indra steadied himself, he saw Narasimha also arriving with Poluo Keluota, placing Poluo Keluota down, Narasimha turned towards Indra with palms pressed together, nodding respectfully.

“Narasimha?”

Indra returned the gesture with palms together.

A thought struck his mind.

This must be Vishnu incarnate—Narasimha.

He seems to be in a good mood!

The next moment, Narasimha turned his head, his eyes suddenly filled with rage, and roared, his figure too began to grow.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, Indra saw the two colossal giants clash, fist against claw.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The powers of the Heavenly Realm and Earth surged forth, converging on Jīnchuáng, enhancing his power, while Narasimha was not to be outdone, with strength surging explosively.

With each collision, it was like sparks hitting the earth, causing a shower of burning embers to rain down.

Rip!

Narasimha swung his sharp claws, tearing a long diagonal wound on Jīnchuáng’s chest, revealing flesh inside as hot as flame.

Jīnchuáng looked down sharply then burst into maniacal laughter.

“Hahaha!”

“You’re neither a Deva, an Asura, nor a human, indeed you can harm me!”

“But it’s a pity!”

“You still can’t break my Blessing Force, you can’t kill me!”

In the midst of his laughter, the Blessing Force surged, the wound on his chest instantly healed, returning to an unscathed state.

Laughing wildly, he conjured a Great Hammer in his hand, swinging the hammer down like a meteor on Narasimha’s chest.

Thud!

Narasimha staggered back two steps.

“Hahaha!”

Jīnchuáng held the Great Hammer, head tilted back in crazy laughter.

But the next moment, his laughter abruptly stopped, the previously healthy smile vanished, transforming his entire face into a grotesque grimace, his cheeks twitching non-stop, and a single glance was enough to feel a sharp pain.

“Aaahhh!”

“It hurts!”

Jīnchuáng clenched his teeth, turned his head abruptly, and his golden eyes focused intently, instantly seeing the tiny Indra, like an ant.

“Being small has its advantages!”

Indra held the Divine Spear ‘Amogha,’ a slight smile on his face.

A pair of large hands grasped the Divine Spear ‘Amogha,’ and the Divine Armor on his body shone with cyan light.

The poison of Helakela surged and boiled, wrapping around the spear like the Snake King Vasuki.

“Amogha!”

His gaze shifted, fixed on Jīnchuáng, and with a pull of his right hand, he hurled the spear.

Whizz!

Whizz!

Whizz!

The moment the spear was thrown, it multiplied into thousands, falling like raindrops, instantly hitting the colossal body of Jīnchuáng.

As the spears fell, toxic light flickered.

For a moment, Jīnchuáng felt both itchy and painful, as if bitten by thousands of mosquitoes, the sensation was almost unbearable.

“Ah!!!”

“Indra!”

Jīnchuáng’s body trembled, enduring the intense pain.

His eyes, filled with blood, glared at Indra.

Indra had just retracted the Divine Spear Amogha when he saw Jīnchuáng’s continuous roaring.

Jīnchuáng’s figure shrank countless times in an instant and, like a shooting star chasing the moon, lunged at him violently.

Boom!

Jīnchuáng was getting closer and closer.

The next moment, the massive foot of Narasimha plummeted down, causing the Heavenly Realm to shake.

Jīnchuáng was instantly trampled underfoot.

Narasimha bared his teeth and growled low, bending at the waist, pressing down with his foot.

Boom!

His foot, heavy as a mountain, pinned Jīnchuáng beneath.

But soon, Jīnchuáng straightened his back, like the Snake King, and despite Narasimha’s huge foot, he stood up, slowly pushing up with both hands.

“Ah ah ah ah ah!”

Jīnchuáng roared, seemingly about to flip Narasimha over.

Jīnchuáng was tough, but what good was toughness!

A flicker appeared in Indra’s eyes.

Indeed, he could not deal much damage, but it was enough to cause a distraction.

The next moment, the Divine Spear in his hand disappeared, replaced by the ‘Indra’s Bow,’ which flickered with seven colors.

He drew the Rainbow Bow, and the cyan light of the Helakela poison flickered as he pulled on the bowstring, slowly gathering and transforming into a deep blue arrow that shot out fiercely.

Boom!

The arrow struck Jīnchuáng.

Jīnchuáng’s body shuddered as if he were Superman hit by kryptonite, instantly deflated.

Narasimha’s colossal foot, like the Mount of Five Fingers, stamped down once more.

Boom!

Indra narrowed his eyes, the end was finally near.

Jīnchuáng’s blessing was to not die during the day, not die at night, not die indoors or outdoors, nor to Devas, Asuras, Yakṣas, Nagas, or humans…

Now, it was necessary to create a moment of dusk.

Indra turned around and looked up, shouting.

“Surya!!!”

…

In Brahmaloka.

Brahma and Goddess Saraswati sat on a lotus, the water before them rippling, a shining mirror flickering, reflecting the great battle within the Heavenly Realm.

“The poison of Helakela cannot harm Jīnchuáng, but it causes excruciating pain!”

“Jīnchuáng is about to be captured!”

Brahma spoke calmly.

Before this mirror, it wasn’t just Brahma and his consort watching.

Many Devas and Immortals had also gathered.

Seeing Jīnchuáng suppressed, their eyes lit up.

“Fantastic!”

“The rule of Jīnchuáng is finally ending!”

The Ritual Master Immortal exclaimed with joy.

“Once Jīnchuáng falls, the rituals can resume, the power of the Devas can be restored, and we can return to the Heavenly Realm!” Fire God Agni spoke with eager expectation, nearly clenching fire in his palms from excitement.

“With the Heavenly Emperor and the Supreme Lord working together, we are sure to win!”

Wind God Vayu laughed.

The Immortals nodded in agreement.

With the end of Jīnchuáng’s rule, the Mortal Realm would no longer be troubled by the Asuras.

“Indra is indeed the most victorious among the Adityas, Kashyapa’s fine son, truly formidable in strength, seemingly able to lead the Supreme Lord to victory.”

“In that case, my wife and I can also return to the Mortal Realm.”

Adili Immortal nodded slowly, speaking in admiration.

His thick beard and hair were wave-like and turned greyish-white, dressed in an orange robe, holding a curved short staff in hand.

Adili Immortal was born from the eyes of Brahma.

He and his wife had been cultivating in the Mortal Realm for many years, and due to the pressure from Jīnchuáng the Asura, they had also come to Brahmaloka for refuge.

And in the midst of the joy of the gods and Immortals, from within this mirror, Indra’s resounding call was also transmitted.

“Surya!”

“Surya!

Surya!

Surya!”

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