He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 209 Zeus: I recommend Athena to be the ruler of the heavenly army.

As Indra's words fell.

The scattered discussions that had been taking place in the council hall suddenly ceased, including those who were communicating using secret techniques.

Almost everyone stared wide-eyed at Indra, who sat relaxed in the seat reserved for the Lord of the Heavenly Army.

No, Lord Indra, are you serious?!

How will the heavenly army survive without you, Indra? The heavenly army truly cannot do without you!!

Indra!! Indra!!
Although many people have criticized Indra's irresponsibility, his tendency to shift blame, and his tendency to shirk responsibility, there is one thing about him that no one can criticize.

That was Indra leading the Twelve Guardian Deities; they really got the job done.

Even when facing humanity's final trial, they were indeed the first to step forward, and the precarious order of the Little Garden is something they are doing their utmost to maintain.

Having reached this level of success, few of the people present were fools, and no one could tarnish Indra's achievements.

The root of merit lies in influence, but only when you do it well enough can that influence spread and profoundly impact the sandbox environment.

The merits accumulated by Indra and the twelve guardian deities are just like this.

No one can imagine what a miserable state the Heavenly Army would be in if Indra were no longer there, or how rotten it would become.

Without the mediation of the Heavenly Army, how far will the conflicts among the various high-ranking deities accumulate?

Even the reason why many people can do evil is because Indra is indeed working very hard to maintain order, which allows them to benefit within the rules.

Even the worst order is better than no order at all, and besides, the order in the miniature garden is not bad under the rule of Indra.

Indra is quite capable and shrewd.

'What should I do? I'm already starting to look forward to Indra and the Buddhists arguing. Even if it's loud and they might even fight, it's still better than the current silence...'

'Me too! Even though Indra hasn't left yet, I'm already starting to miss that flashy purple suit he was wearing. What am I going to do?'

Just as the gods and Buddhas on the scene were complaining about Indra and expressing their reluctance to part with him.

At this moment, Indra stood up again and looked at Su Nian and Sun Wukong with gratitude.

Thanks to Sun Wukong and Su Nian for breaking the deadlock, allowing him, who was still organizing his thoughts on how to resign, to take the opportunity to announce his withdrawal.

However, Di Shitian was also wondering where Su Nian got such a keen intuition, since he had clearly kept the news under wraps very well.

Although there were quite a few people present, they only sensed that something big was about to happen, rather than thinking that Di Shitian was preparing to resign.

Were those who didn't see the core group the ones who were truly shocked?
"So does anyone have any further comments on this?"

Indra stood up, looked around at the silent gods, and said with a smile.

For the first time, he discovered that the gods he used to hate so much were actually quite adorable at this moment.

Sure enough, getting old and retiring makes people sentimental.

Indra couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Only you guys can laugh out loud now," the councilors and attendees couldn't help but think to themselves.

Since Indra's attitude was so clear, they really had no other choice. After all, a retired former Heavenly Army soldier was better than a current Heavenly Army soldier who had completely given up and abandoned the cause.

At this point, Indra had indeed done everything he could to be benevolent.

He at least gave the gods and the heavenly army he once led a final act of dignity.

But without Indra, who will take charge of the Heavenly Army?

The gods' gazes swept across the inner circle, hoping that someone of sufficient stature would step forward to persuade Indra to stay, ideally allowing the old emperor to hold on for another few thousand or even a hundred years.

It wouldn't be a problem if they restrained themselves a little.

Sun Wukong? White Yaksha? No way, it's good enough if those two don't even provide fire.

Su Nian? Yang Jian? No, they won't work either. They have strong backgrounds, but they are insignificant and their voices carry little weight. They might not be able to sway Di Shitian's mind.

Venus? Sure, but we can't fathom the thoughts of the Jade Emperor behind him. Who knows what his true stance is?

Scáthach? This one is even more uncertain. No one can accurately predict the Queen's thoughts. The fact that she even came is already a great honor. The Queen hasn't expressed her thoughts at the Council of Gods for a long time during Halloween.

So? Is Zeus, who has inexplicably reappeared, the only one we can rely on now?

The gods' gaze fell upon a muscular man, half-naked, revealing strong muscles, but with a completely white beard and hair—this was Zeus in his old age.

Of course, those familiar with Zeus know that this is just his usual image. Which of the male gods present is not Zeus's "classmate" or brother in private?

As a result, countless private messages flew into Zeus's head.

Now they can only hope that Zeus will say a few words to persuade Indra to stop.

Moreover, in the entire Council of Gods, Zeus is now the only one besides the White Yaksha who has enough influence to potentially change Indra's mind.

With the gods' expectations in mind, Zeus opened his eyes and spoke.

"Old Emperor, do you really have to resign? What's the reason? Can't you hold on a little longer?"

"Get lost, don't try to take advantage of me with your Chinese."

Indra saw Zeus immediately try to shirk responsibility and couldn't help but curse.

"The key issue is that this matter is difficult to handle; some aspects don't follow proper procedures..."

Zeus said with an embarrassed expression, after all, according to the succession mechanism of the heavenly army, the next group of gods to be responsible for managing the heavenly army would be the Greeks.

The responsibilities of being the leader of the Heavenly Army would also fall on his shoulders, so he would definitely not want to stay at home.

No one could bear this responsibility.

"Why is it not in accordance with the procedure?"

Upon hearing this, Indra looked at Zeus with a dark expression, and then simply said...

"So what if I don't want to be the Lord of the Heavenly Army anymore?"

As he spoke, Indra pulled out the Brahma Spear, slammed it hard on the table, let out a yelp, leaned back in his chair, put his feet up on the seat, and acted like a big shot.

"If you have any complaints, you can speak up. We will take your opinions into consideration."

"As for the procedure? Last time it was absolutely brutal. Our protectors almost exhausted themselves in twelve days, and they're still not healed? What, you're not expecting me to be injured so I can lead you through another battle, are you?"

But you don't look like you've been hurt at all.

The gods below couldn't help but think to themselves, "With Indra's powerful voice, how many of them really believe he's injured?"
Even all the gods and Buddhas outside the core circle combined might not be a match for you, old man. However, Indra's attitude was also very clear: he had even brought out the simulated star map, so he simply didn't want to continue fighting the Heavenly Army, and there was no point in trying to persuade him further.

Let's select a replacement as soon as possible and form the next Heavenly Army.

At this point, even the most heartless person wouldn't dare to suggest that Di Shitian charge again.

As for procedural issues, there's nothing to criticize. According to the succession mechanism, when the current Heavenly Army leadership is unable to perform its duties properly, the next candidate will take over.

The next candidate is the twelve Olympians of the Greek pantheon.

Then came Christianity, Taoism, Buddhism...

Since that's the case, the gods below breathed a sigh of relief. In terms of prestige and strength alone, Zeus was absolutely qualified to be the leader of the heavenly army.

But at this point, Zeus became displeased.

He was perfectly fine in retirement, but now he's being pulled out to fill in for Indra? Who would want that? Does he really not know that being a heavenly general is a job that can offend people?

You, Indra, is this how you repay your good brother?
Zeus couldn't help but feel contempt for Indra in his heart.

But as much as I despise them, these days everyone has some kind of injury or injury.

The injuries he sustained fighting Typhon haven't fully healed yet. He's been lying on Mount Ospirin for years, as you all know. He hasn't even recovered his three-digit spirit level.

Thinking of this, Zeus straightened his expression and changed the subject.

"But our Ospilins aren't doing well either; they're all seriously injured. Poseidon was badly injured a few days ago and hasn't recovered yet."

"And Old Emperor, look at me, I haven't even recovered my spirit level to three digits yet. Do you expect me to be the commander-in-chief of the Heavenly Army? Forget it."

As he spoke, Zeus's spiritual aura leaked out, causing the lips of the gods present to twitch involuntarily.

Let alone three digits, this spirit level probably doesn't even have four digits, no, five digits, at most six digits...

So, would you dare to act even more fake?

Although Zeus initiated the "Great Father's Declaration" to defeat Typhon and to solidify the relationship between human history and divine history, dispersing his spiritual essence among all children in human history—past, future, and present—who acknowledge him as Zeus's son, this resulted in the spiritual essence being infinitely diluted, becoming smaller than an atom.

However, the achievements reflected in human history are enormous. In a sense, if Zeus had wanted to, his spiritual status could even be comparable to that of Indra at his peak.

What level was Indra at his peak? He was at the level where he could distribute his spiritual power among twelve top-tier, three-digit deities, plus the entire Hindu pantheon…

Indra had the entire pantheon of Hindu gods to rely on, but Zeus did not. When Zeus used his power, he only had to pay a certain price, which was to completely bind human history to his own.

In other words, Zeus simply didn't want to be the one to be blamed by Indra.

"Then who do you think it could be?"

Indra smiled and asked in return.

"The position of Lord of the Heavenly Army can't just remain vacant, can it? Someone has to come and take charge, right?"

Zeus echoed this sentiment.

"That's true, but who has that ability right now?"

Upon hearing this, all the gods present fell silent, fearing that they might inadvertently be chosen by Zeus and Indra to become the next ruler of the heavenly army.

While the status brought by the Lord of the Heavenly Army is certainly enticing, not everyone possesses the level of Indra and Zeus.

"When virtue does not match one's position, calamity is sure to follow." This saying is not just a joke.

"Taibai, I heard you're also a Martial God? Interested?"

Upon hearing this, the thin and frail Venus was startled. He instinctively pulled at his hand, which was stroking his beard, and almost tore off his fake beard.

"I think I'd better give up. I still want to serve the Great Celestial Venerable for a few more years."

Venus said with lingering fear, "It's really fortunate that the Great Celestial Venerable let him come to participate in this council, otherwise it would be considered lucky if he were tricked into going there."

"However, Laozi thinks highly of Yang Jian; perhaps he could give it a try..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, and he glared at Taibai Jinxing.

You old codger, stop trying to ruin me! You already got what you deserved when Laozi tricked you into becoming the nephew of the Great Celestial Venerable in "Investiture of the Gods".

He was a perfectly good guardian deity of the Xuanmen sect, but he was forcibly turned into a judicial deity. Now the Heavenly Army wants to shift the blame onto him.
Although he is physically strong, he can't bear this kind of blame.

"Don't look at me. My Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is not yet perfected. I still need to cultivate. As for the position of the Lord of the Heavenly Army, I think the Victorious Fighting Buddha is quite good. She has achieved perfect merit."

Yang Jian, utterly devoid of conscience, retorted, "What is conscience? Can this be eaten?"

He ended his friendship with Sun Wukong the last time Sun Wukong came over and asked him what the Sky-Waving Cloak was.

"Huh?? Me?"

The drowsy Sun Wukong was suddenly startled awake. She pointed to her delicate little face, which still had drool on the corner of her mouth.

"Are you sure?"

Although Sun Wukong's strength is sufficient, his personality... well, it's hard to describe.

Upon seeing Sun Wukong, the gods all averted their gazes, deciding to pass on him.

The Heavenly Army has fallen into Sun Wukong's hands; they're doomed.

Although the gods were well aware that the heavenly army was rife with corruption and that they themselves were among its members, they knew even more clearly that allowing such vermin as themselves to rise to power would be the true disaster for the heavenly army.

Sustainable development is essential for longevity.

Sun Wukong used his strength to successfully deflect the blame.

"Then who else can shoulder such a heavy responsibility?"

Indra stroked his chin and looked at Zeus, but his gaze unconsciously fell on a golden goddess in the secondary core circle.

Following Indra's gaze, Zeus understood Indra's meaning.

"I think Athena seems like a good choice."

"what?"

Athena's eyes widened instinctively, staring at her father in disbelief.

No? Zeus? How could you do this to your daughter?

(End of this chapter)