Zeus's grace is higher than the sky

"To put it bluntly, I am actually a parthenogenetic clone created by you, you old hag, who wanted to conceive the child of the One God but was not qualified enough. I am not a daughter in the strict sense at all. Now that you have the opportunity to continue to indulge your filthy and disgusting feelings, you are pushing all the petty things about the forest elves onto me, right!"

Sink Nielbaren completely ignored Phil's roar and began to fantasize about her wonderful life with Zeus in the future.

Despite his complaints, Phil would not disobey Sink Nielbaren's orders.

But seeing that Sink Nielbaren wasn't listening to him at all, Phil had no choice but to grab her ear and ask one last question.

"Um, when...when can I go see...see Lord Zeus?"

Sink Nielbaren grinned after hearing this.

"As expected of a creature modeled after me, it doesn't even look down on other males? By the way, what should I call you if you need something from me, Phil?"

Phil Niall Balen blushed deeply.

"Please, Mother... Mother."

Chapter 229 Original Sin and Angels

"Everyone, after a day of fierce competition, the first qualifier has been determined. It is General Tianji Feixiao from the Immortal Boat Alliance. She is unable to attend today due to her severe injuries, but congratulations to her nonetheless."

On the big screen, the image of Jing Liu turned gray, while the image of Fei Xiao turned gold and was placed in the advancement group.

"So who are the two teams in the second match of the round of 32 to 16?"

As the cursor moved, the two contestants for today's competition appeared.

"Today's match features Horus, the super warrior of the mysterious empire, and Metatron, the angel wielding a fire sword! We hope they can bring us a wonderful match."

"Now, please welcome our two contestants to the stage!"

Metatron remained as lazy as ever, but her eyes instantly changed the moment Horus stepped onto the stage and released his psionic aura.

She had been holed up in her room, immersing herself in her own world with a barrier that isolated her from the outside world.

Looking at the opponent standing before him now, the malice mixed in with his psionic energy was almost overflowing.

"You heinous criminal! Here I will surely put you to trial. Wash your neck and wait!"

Without any preparation, Gabriel's will directly took over Metatron's body.

"It seems that Metatron is unusually aggressive this time. So I hereby declare the match open."

Without any probing, Metatron, whose body was being controlled by Gabriel, immediately launched a deadly attack.

"Greed, desire, anger... the sins you bear are comparable to the sum of all the sins on an entire planet. How can I allow a creature like you to live in this world!"

Horus could not understand why Metatron was so angry with him. In his view, his following the great emperor to create great achievements for mankind was a glorious expedition, and he could not possibly be the kind of existence that Metatron described.

"Bullshit! I am the First Prince of the Empire, the glory of the Empire. How dare you, a mere alien, spout such nonsense?"

Horus imbued his weapon with psionic energy, blocked Metatron's attack with one hand, and then punched Metatron in the face at close range, sending him flying.

Beside Zeus.

"Is this guy Alicia's lover? He's definitely a carbon copy of her personality."

"But why does Miss Metatron hate Mr. Horus so much?"

Aponia, dressed as a nun, was filled with doubt. In her perception, Horus's spirit was like a pilgrim bathed in holy light, resolute, brave, and fearless—undoubtedly a warrior among warriors.

“Miss Aponia, as a clergy member, you should understand that there is an inherent sin in the religious system. In the eyes of angels, the birth of such a life is a sin, and if left unchecked, it will inevitably lead to disaster in the future.”

Horus and his nineteen brothers were like that; their extraordinary and powerful bodies were not something that could be created in the Warhammer universe at that time. The birth of the twenty Primarchs was the result of the Emperor using the power of the Warp.

The four evil gods who were most deeply entangled with humanity in the warp naturally influenced the birth of Horus and his brothers, and they naturally bore the shadow of those four extremely evil gods.

"What a legendary story!"

Zeus smiled without saying a word. If it weren't for him, there would be even more legendary stories to come. Recalling Horus's classic rendition of the catchy phrase, "Thirty years! First son returned! Centaur! Golden ring! Father loves me! I love my father!" Zeus's smile widened.

Mebius, however, was deep in thought.

"Power from the so-called warp? I'll find a chance to get my hands on it."

On the ring, the two fought back and forth with great enthusiasm.

Although Horus has extensive combat experience, his overall performance is far inferior to Metatron's, who is blessed by Gabriel and Michael.

"Damn it, even if I reacted, I couldn't keep up. Even if I blocked the flaming sword that was swinging at me, the flames on the sword only made it hurt more."

Before long, the situation had completely turned in Metatron's favor.

"Hoo hoo, that's right. The value of heretics is to be purified. After all, it's all the Lord's will."

Hearing a familiar voice behind her, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was sitting in the stands, looked back.

Upon seeing the face of the person behind her, Fujimaru Ritsuka was so startled that she jumped up from her chair.

"You...how did you get here?!"

Behind Fujimaru Ritsuka appeared an unknown Heroic Spirit who had possessed the body of the already deceased Kirei Kotomine, and was the second major enemy she faced after defeating Goetia.

"Of course, it is perfectly reasonable for God's people to come and pay homage to the legendary angels."

The overly devout and fanatical tone even caught Fujimaru Ritsuka off guard, leaving her only able to nod subconsciously.

"That's right, that's right! This other world is a completely new business landscape!"

"Koyanskaya!"

The person who appeared was Koyanskaya, who had led the attack on them at the beginning.

However, this time, Koyanskaya was unexpectedly very flattering to Fujimaru Ritsuka, giving her a cake that looked very high-class without asking for any payment.

"Is this another one of your tricks?"

Having just been drugged, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Koyanskaya with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Although we had a slight misunderstanding before, Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka, this time I am truly sincere. Please consider it my apology."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's wariness remained undiminished.

"Alright, alright, I'll be honest. You must be very familiar with the ruler of this world. Could you please introduce me to him? He'll give you 20% of the profits after it's done. How about that? You can get benefits for free just by helping him with an introduction. Such a good deal is rare."

"Fifty percent."

Koyanskaya momentarily doubted whether she had misheard.

"Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka, I didn't hear you clearly just now. Could you please tell me what you said?"

"I said I wanted 50%."

"That's impossible! Thirty percent, at most thirty percent!"

"Sixty percent!"

"How could you do this? They're the ones providing the materials and the labor!"

"Seventy percent!"

"Forty percent, that's their bottom line."

"make a deal."

Fujimaru Ritsuka could tell that although Koyanskaya said that, the 50% that she initially quoted was actually Koyanskaya's bottom line. However, in order to avoid Koyanskaya turning against her in the future, she stopped when she mentioned 40%.

"So when do we go?"

"Of course, we'll wait until this round of competition is over. They need to prepare well, because making a good first impression is half the battle won."

Chapter 230 The Warm Black Sun, the Arrival of the Fantasy Land

As time passed, Horus on the ring was covered in sores, burned and slashed, his armor shattered, a blood-soaked mess.

"How tenacious! You sinner, what a pity. If you were also a disciple of the Lord, you would surely be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with some saints!"

Horus, however, had no eyes. Indeed, he had already fallen into a coma. What kept him standing and fighting was his honor and will. As the son of the emperor, he would not allow anyone to insult his honor.

As Horus wandered into the heavens, he seemed to see in his mind the man he had sworn to follow for life—the Emperor.

"Horus, you are about to be defeated."

Horus, in his mental state, looked at the emperor who was shining with golden light, and even though he knew that the emperor was not in person, he still knelt on one knee.

"Great Emperor, I am so sorry, the enemy was too powerful and we were unable to defend your honor."

"No, my child, your indomitable will has already shown my glory, you have done enough."

A radiant hand brushed across Horus's head.

Tears streamed down Horus's face without his noticing.

Horus's will then returned to his body.

However, the emperor whom Horus believed to be an imaginary figure did not disappear.

Is that all?

An unexpected person appeared in this theoretical spiritual world.

"That's right, that's fine. Honestly, I have to provide the light and heat."

Zeus removed the glittering golden background around him, and the scene beneath his feet instantly transformed into a twisted abyss. The emperor, who had just been radiating golden light and exuding warmth before Horus, revealed his true form in this space: the cold, dark black sun that shone upon humanity.

The Emperor didn't actually care about the Primarch's emotional life. The main reason Horus was so grateful to the Emperor was that he had lived a miserable life in his early years, and the Emperor's arrival not only gave him material satisfaction but also dignity and honor.

On the other hand, the kinship given by blood and the fact that they helped each other escape death's blade on the battlefield several times also deepened Horus's feelings for the Emperor.

"Horus actually has such a future."

After becoming acquainted with the Emperor, Zeus naturally made the classic Horus video available to him. Although the Emperor was very skeptical, the solution Zeus offered did not require much resources or time. If this future could be avoided, it would be a huge win for the Emperor.

"By the way, are you really not considering coming to live permanently in my world? I can share everything I have with you, and it's not impossible for you to become the faith of all mankind."

The weasel once again petitioned Zeus for a title.

"The Empire can also customize and produce the type of woman you prefer."

The weasel went to great lengths to win over Zeus. For the weasel, who deeply loved "human beings," he would do anything as long as the concept of "human beings" could be preserved. He would abandon human ethics, dignity, and honor without hesitation whenever necessary.

"Forget it, I don't have the time for that right now."

......

The Great Yan army marched as usual, but its speed was significantly slower compared to the harsh environment of the snowy plains.

"When will this ever end?!"

They thought that once they had dealt with Lu Bu, everything would be fine and they could easily sweep through the enemy lines. But then the so-called "angels" appeared, causing heavy losses every time. Now, a group of alien species and even undead creatures have joined their ranks, and their morale has almost plummeted. Even though Cang Tingbo repeatedly said that the storm had passed and a glorious victory awaited them, the soldiers, who had suffered repeated blows, simply could not imagine the bright future that Cang Tingbo had promised.

Once again, a shrine appeared before this exhausted army. In front of the shrine was a dense forest with only a narrow path running through it. A chaotic and terrifying atmosphere emanated from the shrine.

"What's it this time?"

A commotion broke out among the soldiers, with some even considering desertion.

Cang Tingbo was also very troubled by the morale problem. What they urgently needed was not to defeat the demons and monsters that appeared on the road, but to reach the end of the victory. Only when they could see the end of the victory could these exhausted soldiers convince themselves to survive.

Inside the Hakurei Shrine on the other side.

"Have we arrived, old woman Zi, the new world you spoke of?"

"The bumpy feeling has disappeared, it seems we have reached our destination."

Yukari Yakumo breathed a sigh of relief; at least the first step had been successful.

"Next, we need to negotiate with the local owners."

Although the youkai of Gensokyo are among the best in the age of gods in the island nation, they are still just youkai. Even when facing Tsukuyomi, one of the legendary Three Noble Children, they only managed to reach the moon and were defeated without even seeing her.

The so-called three noble sons of the island nation are no more than nouveau riche with a little money in the eyes of the true immortals and saints of the neighboring Celestial Empire; they are not worthy of being on the same level at all.

On the contrary, Eirin Yagokoro and Kaguya Houraisan were clearly more uncomfortable than before. If they hadn't been leaning against the corner of the wall for support, they would have had to kneel on the ground. The other yokai related to gods were also suppressed to varying degrees. Only natural beings like Yuuka Kazami and law-based yokai like Yukari Yakumo were almost unaffected.

Compared to so-called monsters, even though they had taken the elixir of immortality, their essence was that of gods. The entire Yalilo-VI was enveloped by Zeus's presence. Gods like Indra, who had given prior notice, naturally felt unrestrained and even became more powerful. However, for these "smugglers," the immense pressure from Zeus's divine might almost suffocate them.

At this moment, Zeus, who was far away at the martial arts ceremony, also noticed the intrusion of the foreign object.

"Hakurei Shrine, Gensokyo, finally couldn't resist coming over."

With a wave of his hand, the divine power pressing down on the people of Hakurei Shrine disappeared.

"One good news, one bad news."