Chapter 657: Changes

When Li Mochen piloted the Destiny's Home magic tower back to his own Divine Kingdom of Fate, and the tower's radiance illuminated the entire divine land, the two 'Divine Will Legions' stationed there, along with the three million petitioners belonging to Li Mochen within the divine kingdom, erupted into earth-shaking cheers.

Mannstein and the other subordinate gods responsible for command, while joyful, also breathed a long sigh of relief.

At this time, the divine armies of Asa and Olympus had already placed immense pressure on them. The absence of the 'Destiny's Home' magic tower, the core of the divine kingdom, had also greatly reduced their defensive advantages.

Although Li Mochen had foreseen this and had the 'Odro' battleship, obtained from the Moshra people, repaired and moved into the divine kingdom as a second core for the Divine Kingdom of Fate, the overall capabilities of this battleship were still inferior to the 'Destiny's Home' magic tower.

Yet what was even more surprising was that their lord had managed to force back Zeus and Odin, who had joined forces, in direct combat. This fact was undoubtedly a shot in the arm, calming and invigorating all the subordinate gods under Li Mochen, who no longer had to fret over an uncertain future.

Undoubtedly, the pantheon they belonged to had become one of the most powerful in this world!

The gods who subsequently returned to Li Mochen's divine kingdom were all beaming with joy.

Of course, there were also sorrowful tidings. The Divine Fate Pantheon had not emerged unscathed from this war. At least twelve gods had fallen. However, the greater casualties were among mortals; a large number of Li Mochen's followers and clergy had died, including seven Chosen Knights.

Only the main god level remained intact; they possessed more comprehensive abilities and more means of preserving their lives compared to lower-ranking gods.

Yet these losses were not to be taken too seriously. The souls of those followers and clergy would soon be welcomed into Li Mochen's divine kingdom.

As for the fallen subordinate gods, their soul cores were anchored in Anqila's underworld.

It would only take a few decades for their soul fragments to reassemble and be reborn in America's underworld. Even in Australia or Teutonia, it would merely take a bit longer to recover.

Such was the value of the underworld—controlling it allowed a pantheon to have a continuous source of replenishment and not worry excessively about casualties.

Thus, the atmosphere in the entire divine kingdom was exceedingly joyful, to the point where Li Mochen had to accede to the gods' requests and host a grand banquet in a huge hall aboard the 'Odro' battleship within the Divine Kingdom of Fate, for the gods to revel.

Inside the Destiny's Home magic tower, there was also a space of similar size. However, the lord of this divine kingdom disliked excessive noise within his tower, so since the 'Odro' battleship was moved into the divine kingdom, large-scale meetings and banquets of the Divine Fate Pantheon had been relocated here.

That day, over two hundred and fifty gods gathered here, including many deities from outside the Divine Fate Pantheon.

Even Anthony took time out to join the revelry and had an unspeakable encounter with a certain goddess.

Since his deification, this God of Mechanics had been trembling under the threat of Asa's Willy and Olympus's Hephaestus, two ancient forging gods, spending almost all his time in his alchemy workshop or research lab, barely resting.

But when the chains around Anthony's neck loosened slightly, he reverted to his true nature, revealing his amorous disposition.

It was also during this celebration that Li Mochen appointed his seventh angel, 'Angel of Wrath' Menoetius.

His divine duties overlapped somewhat with those of Tod, the god of 'Wrath, Giant Strength, Infinity, and Monsters' under Li Mochen, but since both were purely ancient gods who did not rely much on faith, there was no conflict between them.

By this time, three of Prometheus's four brothers were serving under him. They had also brought along a large group of Titans, totaling over two hundred.

Speaking of giants, the Frost Giant clan, from which Hela and Fenrir originated, was also drawing closer to the Divine Fate Pantheon. These native giants of the Nordic lands had been scattered by Odin thousands of years ago. Later, due to Loki being subdued by Odin and Fenrir and Jormungandr being sealed, they had long been without a leader.

However, after Odin's departure, the Frost Giants hid in the Arctic, Siberia, and Greenland to multiply. Now they had a considerable number, with a thousand Frost Giants joining Li Mochen's ranks.

Influenced by this, some dwarven clans with Frost Giant bloodline, hiding underground in the Old World, were attracted by the 'equality' doctrine promoted by the Divine Fate Church and began to regard the Lord of Fate as a deity they could rely on.

Li Mochen also privately met with the 'Guardian Angel' Achilles during the banquet, using a method that constrained sound and isolated divine sense, to discuss his friend 'Heracles the Mighty'.

I guessed he refused, but since you specifically asked to see me in private, you must have gained something?

Yes, Your Majesty!

Achilles bowed: I could see he was tempted by my persuasion. But he indeed has concerns that prevent him from betraying Zeus or responding. I suspect his living family is under Zeus's control—either his wife or his children.

Wife? Children?

Li Mochen raised an eyebrow: Are you sure, Achilles?

Anyone with a little knowledge of Greek mythology knows that Heracles was a typical barbarian hero of the dark ages.

He was exceptionally strong and courageous, but also extremely brutal and lustful. In his life, he destroyed countless cities and kingdoms, and in the process, bedded dozens of women, sometimes by force, fathering over a hundred children, only to abandon them all.

He even once spent several nights with forty-nine women, and nine months later, all gave birth to sons, two of them twins.

He even had relations with a serpent demon, resulting in three children.

Of course, this wasn't a flaw in Heracles's character; it was simply the mindset of people in those times, who revered Heracles as a hero and his exploits as legends.

Would such a person care about his wife and children? That seems too unlikely.

His first wife was Megara, daughter of King Creon of Thebes, along with his first children.

Achilles explained: That was the most peaceful and beautiful time of his life. When Heracles was driven mad and, under hallucination, killed his two sons, causing the grieving Megara to leave him, everything changed. That is Heracles's eternal scar, something he can never forget.

After that, few of his women stayed with him for more than three months, and he never met his children. Even Omphale, the Lydian queen, he abandoned without hesitation after his three-year servitude ended, because he could not forget Megara and his first family.

Perhaps also his father Amphitryon, a noble king who did not discriminate against Zeus's illegitimate son with his wife, raising him as his own, but his end was not good.

Heracles spent his life wandering, moving at the will of the gods, never settling. He believed it was the gods' game, the fate imposed on him, so nothing mattered.

Achilles looked up, meeting Li Mochen's gaze with determination: The legends are inaccurate, Your Majesty. I believe I understand his character!

Li Mochen fell into deep thought. Heracles was undoubtedly worth recruiting. A few years ago, given such an opportunity, he would have done everything possible to bring this mighty god under his command.

But now, Heracles's strength was merely icing on the cake for the increasingly powerful Divine Fate Pantheon.

It would be good to recruit him, but if it ultimately failed, it seemed inconsequential. The battle for the God of Gods might be decided before this defection came to fruition.

The key was the complexity behind Heracles; he couldn't fully trust Achilles's assurances.

If Achilles's insight into human nature were as profound as he believed, he wouldn't have died at Troy.

I'll look into this, Achilles.

After careful consideration, Li Mochen decided to investigate first, more out of respect for his current general, Achilles.

But give me some time. If there is indeed a chance to bring him over, into my pantheon, I will make every effort.

As you will!

Achilles's spirits lifted; he heard sincerity in Li Mochen's voice: If that day comes, and Heracles is fortunate enough to serve at your side, he will not disappoint you!

After Achilles left, Thetis spoke to Li Mochen with apology: Your Majesty, my child has troubled you.

It's no trouble. Heracles's talent is unparalleled. Even without a physical body, he will remain one of the most powerful gods in this world. Gaining his loyalty would be a blessing for me and the Divine Fate Pantheon.

Li Mochen shook his head: This matter may require your help, Lady Thetis.

Of course!

Thetis frowned slightly: I will make inquiries about Heracles.

She knew that while their god of intelligence and espionage, Reinhard Heydrich, had formidable intelligence capabilities, he knew little of the deep secrets of the Asa and Olympus pantheons.

But she was also in a difficult position. Since Achilles was rescued, her network of connections on Mount Olympus had been severely cracked down upon by Zeus.

Let Reinhard handle Heracles's situation; there's no need to trouble your friends, Thetis. I'm referring to Heracles's physical remains. Can you find his bones, or at least extract his DNA? If possible, also find Megara and their two children. Can you do that?

Your Majesty intends to forge a new body for Heracles?

Thetis was astonished upon grasping Li Mochen's intent: That's impossible!

She had managed to resurrect Achilles only because she had preserved her son's bones from the start, infused them with numerous spiritual medicines, and even utilized modern technology.

It was impossible before, but now it may not be.

Li Mochen smiled: I have consulted our God of Medicine, and I myself hold authority over biology and bio-augmentation. If Heracles's DNA sequence is complete enough, there is great hope. Can you do it, Lady Thetis?

I know where Megara and her two children are buried; I was once her friend. As for Heracles, I am confident I can find a severed finger of his.

Thetis's expression was strange: But Your Majesty, are you not concerned? With a complete body, Heracles will one surely surpass Zeus.

That would be wonderful!

Li Mochen replied with a smile: I hope my pantheon has more god-kings.

He knew that someone as proud as Heracles, who had the potential to become an even greater existence, must either be left alone or given sufficient respect and attention. Otherwise, attempting to recruit him would only alienate the hero.

Since he was going to bestow favor, he might as well do it thoroughly, leaving no room for complaint.

As Thetis marveled at Li Mochen's magnanimity, Li Mochen changed the subject and asked: Lady Thetis, you must have suffered considerable losses this time. Can you hold on?

A bit of pressure, facing the combined forces of Asa and Olympus for the first time. But Lord Aio gave me tremendous help; as promised, his dragon army arrived on time, bringing seven Chaos Dragons. Moreover—

Thetis smiled: I think from now on, I will no longer fight alone!

Of course!

Li Mochen replied decisively: From today, my Divine Fate Pantheon has the strength to handle any level, any region, any form of war! Issue a summons for me, Thetis! To all sea monsters and intelligent beings living on the ocean floor in this world. I, the Lord of Fate, Andrew Li Wiltonstein, can offer them庇护. The deadline is half a month; beyond that, I will retract my promise!

He would also convey the same order through Prometheus and Bismarck to all wandering deities in this world.

This would be the final expansion of the Divine Fate Pantheon before his bid for the God of Gods. Those deities who missed this opportunity would find their divine duties and further chances given to his own followers, not outsiders.

I will execute your will immediately!

Thetis bowed again, and when she looked up, she was filled with infinite emotion.

Even when she decided to align with Li Mochen, she never imagined the Divine Fate Pantheon would reach this point.

She had no other choice, unwilling to submit to outer gods or become an angel under the two Lords of Radiance, and unable to rely on Gaia due to Zeus, so she had to fight alongside Li Mochen.

At that time, Thetis was prepared to die, never believing she would survive this divine war.

But the current situation far exceeded her expectations. This pantheon, and the god-king before her, had begun to shine in this world.

Also deeply moved was Conshili Wiltonstein, who, though only a high god with divine rank nine, sat in the front rows.

He paid no attention to the gods gathered around him, his gaze fixed solely on Li Mochen on the throne. His eyes held emotion and unfamiliarity, but also infinite relief and excitement.

Regardless, this was what he wanted to see, what he had dreamed of.

Hard to believe, isn't it?

Conshili's cousin, Abraham Wiltonstein, also spoke with sighs: I never expected the Wiltonstein family to have such glory. You know, the young ones in the clan are nearly mad with excitement. They even consider the surname 'Hohenstaufen' a disgrace, believing our ancestors tarnished our honor. Only Wiltonstein can bear the family's glory.

Such a trend is not good; we should curb it. We need to find a way.

Conshili snapped back to reality, his gaze as sharp as a drill: We cannot let them act on their own and affect Andrew's decisions. This is not the time for complacency, Abraham. We must not stop. You should see that Andrew wants to become the God of Gods. There is great risk, but if he succeeds, the Wiltonstein family will possess eternal radiance and glory.

His Majesty is too greedy. Though he has succeeded many times before, the God of Gods—this still makes me uneasy.

Abraham smiled bitterly: I know, Conshili. I will do my best to help him, though my assistance may be limited.

Conshili disagreed, knowing that the development of two potions under Abraham's direction was nearing completion.

One type was developed in conjunction with the technology of the Moshlar people, a gene enhancement agent specifically for humans, ranging from low to high in nine versions. The most powerful among them could, in a single dose, increase the potential and physical fitness of a demigod-level powerhouse by two to three times.

The other type was an 'evolutionary agent' for biological symbionts, which could promote the growth of the symbiont, allowing it to achieve substantial growth through daily cultivation and cooperative combat with its master, even evolving and self-improving to a higher rank.

This also had many subcategories, and some of the lower-tier versions had already succeeded.

—This was a tremendous boost for both the Heavenly Fate Pantheon and the Wieldenstein family!

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At the same time that Li Mochen was receiving Thetis and her son, his main body was walking side by side with Angela in the underworld.

"I can tell that Hades didn't really go all out. This Greek King of the Underworld was mostly going through the motions, holding back a lot in the fight."

Angela recounted her battle with Hades, then frowned, speaking with puzzlement: "Though I don't know the reason, the problems with the Olympian Pantheon are really huge. They're almost like a heap of loose sand. It's really something that Zeus had the audacity to betray Gaia and join the contest for the God of Gods."

In her view, Olympus and Zeus could already withdraw from the competition; his chances of victory were very slim.

Only the Aesir Pantheon, which had remained united from start to finish and had relatively intact strength, and the Lord of Radiance, still maintained great competitiveness.

—These should be the main opponents of Li Mochen and the Heavenly Fate Pantheon in the future.

As for Ahura and Nyx, they were not weak, but they stood alone.

"Achilles told me that Hades was already the King of the Underworld of seven worlds. He had even formed his own pantheon, but he didn't bring it this time. He already has his own enterprise. The reason he came back to help Zeus should be due to their brotherly covenant."

Li Mochen shook his head: "Don't underestimate Zeus either! Unlike Odin, he relies more on his strategies to win. I suspect he must have some capital to turn the tables. Not just him, but the others as well—they almost all have means that can seal the deal, but they're unwilling to use them on me."

Angela's expression changed slightly: "You know that, yet you still joined the contest for the God of Gods."

"But if I didn't abandon my covenant with Gaia, they would certainly not hesitate to use those means on me. So Isis's persuasion just gave me a push."

Li Mochen smiled bitterly: "So we still have to become stronger, Angela. We can't stop yet."

"Of course I know!"

Angela said irritably: "But my next step won't focus on dreams and death. There's an Eastern saying: 'At the top of a hundred-foot pole, progress becomes difficult.' At my current level, it's hard to advance further in a short time. So next, I'll invest more energy into networks."

"Networks? Data networks?"

"Not just that, but also neural networks, vascular networks, divine power networks, spiritual networks, dream networks, interpersonal networks, communication networks, electrical networks, and even the magical net—in short, everything related to the concept of networks."

Angela's lips curled slightly: "I think this divine office has great potential."

Li Mochen thought about it and found it to be true.

"It does sound strong, but it also heavily depends on population."

"You're protecting them, aren't you?" Angela's eyes sparkled: "As long as I can build my network and connect enough people, even a true God King like Zeus, I can fight him."

"A true God King is not as simple as you imagine!"

Li Mochen couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, but he didn't intend to stop Angela. The divine office of networks indeed had great prospects, even if it only allowed Angela to possess true sub-God-King-level combat power, that would still be a significant gain.

"I support you, but you still need to put some effort into dreams and death. Networks can make you powerful, but what can truly take you to the other shore is only dreams and death."

He couldn't explain to Angela that, after preventing the apocalyptic war of several God Kings, the merit power he now harvested daily had reached eighteen million strands.

That was enough to support Angela and others in further research into their respective main divine offices.

Moreover, if his next plan succeeded, he could gain an additional large amount of merit.

That might not allow him to condense another strand of purple merit energy, but it would be enough to sustain him through extreme expenditure for a long time.

"Also! We can now open a new underworld in Australia."

—Previously, he was worried about not being able to defend it if war broke out, but now Li Mochen no longer had to worry about that.

After this war, the Heavenly Fate Pantheon would become even stronger. His enemies would not easily provoke conflict in the short term.

"I'm already working on that!"

After confronting Hades head-on, Angela had gained enough confidence. Then she waved her hand toward the void not far away: "Amo, let me introduce someone to you!"

At the same time, a white-robed old man holding a staff emerged from the nothingness of darkness and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty! Allow me to first offer congratulations—your glory now shines across the four seas!"

"You?"

Li Mochen recognized him: Merlin, the god of magic, magical knowledge, magical writing, and prophecy.

Then, as if thinking of something, a hint of a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Long time no see, but it seems your situation is not good."

"Thanks to you."

Merlin's expression was very calm: "From now on, I may have to seek refuge under Your Majesty's command."

"Refuge? That puts me in a difficult position. I've heard something about your British Pantheon's affairs. The Night Goddess Nyx and her Night Warriors have been trying to eliminate the root. They are hunting you, and some things you brought out, Mr. Merlin."

"The Night Goddess is indeed powerful, but I don't think her power surpasses yours. As long as Your Majesty is willing to grant me refuge, even Nyx can do nothing to me."

"That may be, but why? Why do you think I would extend my glory to you?"

Merlin took a deep breath: "I am willing to assist Princess Angela in becoming the eternal ruler of the underworld in this world. She needs a helper, and I, Merlin, can be her right hand."

Li Mochen had expected this. He looked Merlin up and down, then said calmly: "Fine! You are very clever, Merlin. If you can truly offer your loyalty to Angela as you promised, then I allow you to stay in the underworld and promise to protect your safety."

As Angela's future assistant and subordinate god, Merlin was qualified—after all, he was an ancient god and sorcerer who barely relied on faith.

He knew that in the great battle when Avalon fell, Merlin, with his magic tower and mythical armaments, had displayed main god-level strength, blocking Eris outside Avalon and preventing her from penetrating deep.

"But Your Majesty, my request is not just that!"

Seeing Li Mochen turn as if to leave, Merlin's face paled slightly: "In addition, I hope you can preserve the heritage of the British Pantheon."

"The British Pantheon?"

Li Mochen's gaze sharpened, and his aura became dangerous: "You are pushing your luck, Mr. Merlin. Do you know what you are saying?"

"Your Majesty! Of course, I would not dream of the British Pantheon remaining independent, nor do I think it can return to what it was a few years ago."

Merlin bowed deeply, with a pleading tone: "I only hope that the Avalon Pantheon can exist as a local deity under your command. I don't even ask for it to maintain a complete pantheon, nor do I need scale—it just needs to exist."

Li Mochen raised an eyebrow and looked at Angela with a questioning gaze. She responded with a bright smile: "I think we can help him."

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Meanwhile, in a corner of the hall, 'Goddess of Finance and Commerce' Isolde Morgan held a wine glass, looking at the celebrating gods with a peculiar expression.

Her demeanor was mostly relaxed and cheerful, but her eyes also held worry and the gleam of wisdom.

"Have you noticed, Rockefeller? Before our eyes, various factions are gradually forming. Teutons stand with Teutons; Anglo-Saxons are closer to Anglo-Saxons; the martial faction has more topics among themselves; and gods not skilled in combat have gathered in a group."

"What exactly are you trying to say, Morgan?"

'God of Wealth, Mining, Management, Charity, and University Protection' Davidson Rockefeller looked at Morgan thoughtfully. In his human and divine life, this Mr. Morgan had been his competitor most of the time, and their relationship was very strained.

But now, Rockefeller had a premonition that this one would say something.

"I feel deeply uneasy from the bottom of my heart. His Majesty's pantheon is growing, and certain foreign weeds are snatching the soil we live on."

Morgan swirled his goblet, speaking expressionlessly: "So, I think we need to cooperate, Your Highness Rockefeller! We must strengthen our position in His Majesty's eyes. We cannot let His Majesty think He can do without us, and at certain times sacrifice our interests."

"I agree with that."

Rockefeller frowned: "There really isn't much we can help Him with now."

"There is still something: wealth, capital, finance, and everything related to them—these are our domains. As long as we unite, we can enable His Majesty to have more armies, more 'Winged Knights,' and also help Him obtain more stable faith."

Morgan looked at Rockefeller, his eyes gleaming: "And this depends on you! As everyone knows, because your descendants in the mortal world provided great help during His Majesty's rise, He has an extraordinary fondness for you and your family. I wonder if you could try to come forward and obtain the position of Minister of Finance from His Majesty. Everyone will support you wholeheartedly, Rockefeller—after all, we come from the same nation, don't we?"

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"Those damned Hebrews must be plotting something."

On the other side of the hall, the God of Boxing and Bloodshed, Dexen, immediately noticed the unusual movements of several Hebrews.

"Heydrich, you need to keep an eye on them!"

He was not a Teutonic deity but a Teuton who had achieved godhood in America.

Having become a god two centuries ago, as a pure-blooded Teuton who had once been manipulated and even toyed with by a Hebrew boss, he harbored a deep hatred for Hebrews.

"Keep an eye on them? Why?"

Heydrich's reaction was very calm: "Don't be so narrow-minded, okay? They are also one of us, an indispensable part of the Heavenly Fate Pantheon."

Dexen was stunned, extremely puzzled: "Listen to that! Is that the words of the famous Hebrew slaughterer?"

The gods present were also very surprised. They all knew that during World War II, at least several million Hebrews had died at the hands of this 'Black Prince of the Third Reich.'

Ironically, this God of Intelligence and Espionage also had one-quarter Hebrew blood.

"Indispensable? Do you really consider them comrades?"

"Bullshit! This joke is not funny. Over the past hundred years, they have targeted us many times. How many of our compatriots have died at the hands of their intelligence organizations?"

"Heydrich, the Hebrews won't forget what you did."

"You've got one thing wrong."

Reinhard Heydrich savored his red wine: "The reason I targeted Hebrews was because the Führer needed it. Now, my Majesty does not need to do that."

Then he swept his cold gaze over those present: "Believe me, everyone, I advise you to put aside those damned ideas. Our Majesty will certainly not like what you want to do. I will also keep an eye on you for His Majesty. The current Heavenly Fate Pantheon does not lack gods! As for those Hebrews, whether they forget or not doesn't matter. His Majesty is merciful, but He is also not to be offended or disobeyed!"

Just then, his expression shifted slightly as he looked at his right wrist. It was a highly sci-fi wristwatch, a mythical armament integrating modern technology, crafted for him by one of Anthony's subordinate gods, the 'God of Precision Industry and Metallurgy,' Schroeder, under the orders of the Sovereign.

When Reinhard's gaze lingered on a piece of information displayed on the watch, the Black Prince's face showed surprise.

Reinhard quickly stood up and strode to Li Mochen's side—this was not Li Mochen's main body or secondary body, but merely an avatar of the latter.

His sovereign disliked attending such occasions, so apart from a brief appearance at the start of the banquet, he dealt with it through an avatar. The same was true for Queen Angela; the Goddess of the Underworld and Dreams disliked socializing as much as her husband.

Heydrich didn't mind, knowing that what he said to Li Mochen's avatar would be conveyed without omission to his sovereign.

"Your Majesty, the latest news from the Old Continent: the core members of the Medici, Orsini, Colonna, and Borgia families have been designated as the Fallen by the current Pope and excommunicated. Seven hours before the incident, a large number of their family members fled the Old Continent under various pretexts."

Surprise flashed in Li Mochen's eyes, and his main divine consciousness descended: "When did this happen? What's the reason?"

"It should be related to the contamination suffered by the Lord of Radiance."

Heydrich explained: "Uriel and Anael have been cleared of their grievances and returned to the Heavenly Kingdom. The Pope has reinstated them into the sequence of Archangels. This happened simultaneously with the four families being denounced as heretics."

The news revealed by this one not only surprised Li Mochen but also shocked the gods gathered around him.

The Medici, Orsini, Colonna, and Borgia families were famous papal families in the Old Continent and members of the top-ranked Supreme Sequence families there.

The Medici and Borgia had produced several popes each, while the Orsini and Colonna were the prototype families for Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet, having produced multiple popes and cardinals and fought each other for over a thousand years.

These four families could even be said to be one of the foundations of the Radiant Church. Countless family members filled every corner of the Radiant Church and the Protestant faith, wielding great power.

"So what's the situation inside the Radiant Church now?"

"In a state of extreme chaos!"

Heydrich continued: "I believe the Lord of Radiance and the Pope must have made some preparations. But they still underestimated the roots of these four families in the old faith. Within an hour, at least thirty cardinals stepped forward, accusing Pope John Honorius of distorting their Lord's will. Fierce fighting also broke out internally. As far as I know, at least ten archangels have fled from the Heavenly Kingdom, and it is said that four archangels, along with a large number of lower and middle angels, have been detained or even executed. Also, the Church's Miracle Angel, Cardinal Weimar Medici, should have been the main target of this purge. But he managed to escape from the pursuit of Raphael and Remiel and defected to the Olympian Pantheon."

"Weimar Medici? The Olympian Pantheon took him in?"

Li Mochen was stunned again. He thought this Miracle Angel must have been one of the main perpetrators of the contamination of the Lord of Radiance, otherwise he wouldn't have been hunted by two of the most powerful Archangels.

But he had always believed that the mastermind behind this conspiracy was Ahura.

Of course, regarding the matter of targeting the Lord of Radiance, there must have been tacit understanding, even collaboration, among the several God Kings.

"Yes, Your Majesty! They are exactly the relatives of Princess Angela."

He raised his eyes to look at Li Mochen: "Zeus has accepted this one, and it is said that he is about to be enshrined as one of the twelve main gods, as the God of Victory, Wisdom, and Miracles."

"God of Victory, Wisdom, and Miracles? Is this to fill Athena's vacancy? To escape from Raphael and Remiel, this one's strength is no small matter."

Li Mochen raised an eyebrow, then thoughtfully glanced at the gods beside him, including Bismarck and Prometheus: "What do you think? My Chancellor of the Divine Kingdom, and the God of Prophecy."

"I suspect this is also beyond the gods' expectations."

Prometheus spoke first: "If the gods were truly ready to sound the war horn against the Lord of Radiance, it wouldn't be like this."

Bismarck also agreed: "This should be a timing deliberately chosen by the Lord of Radiance, or the Mother Goddess. At this moment, the gods are not fully prepared, and due to Your Majesty's rise, they have no time to divert their attention in the short term. The only thing they didn't anticipate is that the festering sores within the Radiant Church are even larger than they imagined. Of course, in the long run, this benefits the Lord of Radiance, as they have now purged their internal problems. However, for Your Majesty, this is also good news."

Li Mochen thought that this was indeed good news, as it could temporarily shift the gods' focus away from him.