Outer Gate 7777777.
Above the grand and ancient church, a flock of white doves flew past. Sacred hymns echoed around the church, purifying the hearts of the congregation.
The followers wore various attire, coming to worship under the guidance of neatly dressed nuns and priests.
At this moment, a young man in a white robe, with white hair and golden eyes, arrived at the main church, listening to the priest reading the Gospel of the Lord.
"Hey, Kalki, you're here to listen to the Messiah's Gospel too?"
Just as Kalki found a seat and before he could sit comfortably, someone patted his shoulder.
Hearing the familiar voice, Kalki turned his head and was surprised to see a face he recognized.
"Senior Aslan? Why are you here?"
Kalki stared in shock at Aslan's brightly smiling face. Why was Aslan here?
"I came to worship."
Aslan secretly made the sign of the cross on his chest, saying "Amen" in his heart, and spoke very politely.
Only then did Kalki notice that the middle-aged man sitting beside Aslan, wearing a purple suit with a single blue ponytail, seemed to be Indra.
Kalki's eyelids twitched. So, who else didn't know he was planning to challenge the God Slayer Messiah today?
It seemed not a single person in the entire church had an aura below Four-Digit.
Damn, how many people came to watch today.
Even Kalki couldn't help but blush in embarrassment at this scene.
As everyone knows, nine out of ten snakes are spies. Kalki's small personal group was even worse.
Except for Kalki, this poor kid, everyone else was a spy from various powers.
In fact, Kalki's existence was almost transparent to Aslan and the others if they intended to investigate.
They could even count how many times Kalki breathed yesterday.
"By the way, Kalki, I heard you're forming an alliance to fight God Slayers and Heretic Gods?"
Aslan asked curiously. Even Indra beside him leaned in with interest.
The other gods and Buddhas present also perked up their ears with curiosity.
The so-called God Slayer war was just a game for a handful of people. For the general public, most were victims of the God Slayer war.
Especially the gods and Buddhas forced to incarnate as Heretic Gods—they suffered the most. At least they had to lose one Authority.
Though there was compensation, was this compensation worth the Authority they had woven over thousands of years?
Even if they could reweave it with their experience, it still required resources and time.
Quite a few were dissatisfied with this.
Therefore, if an anti-Heretic God and God Slayer alliance emerged now, they would gladly provide conveniences.
"Yes, because the damage caused by battles between Heretic Gods and God Slayers is too great."
It was almost like Demon Lords.
But Kalki didn't dare say the last sentence. Though he didn't know the intricacies of the God Slayer war, he somewhat sensed that the waters of the God Slayer war ran very deep.
There were things better left unsaid.
In fact, Heretic Gods and God Slayers were Demon Lords. Except they couldn't use Host Master Authority, they were no different from Demon Lords.
"Ambitious."
Aslan looked at him. Even in this situation, Kalki hadn't forgotten his ambition, and couldn't help but give a thumbs-up.
Then Aslan secretly took out two cards from his pocket and slipped them into Kalki's hand.
"Shh, keep it down. Use these if you lose later."
Aslan said in a low voice. These were Gifts he had specially prepared to counter the Holy Son.
"Got it."
Kalki nodded seriously. As if encouraged by his idol, at this moment, he suddenly felt challenging the Holy Son's incarnation wasn't too difficult.
After all, Kalki had Two-Digit essence. Though he was naive, young, and lacked information.
His intuition was very strong.
He already understood that what he needed to do now was prove his strength while challenging the God Slayer Messiah.
Only then could he gain enough freedom, instead of being treated like a chess piece, toyed with at will.
Unfortunately, he needed Solar Authorities to complete his Spirit Status, but until now he hadn't obtained a single Solar Authority.
"By the way, I almost forgot. I have one more thing that suits your Authority quite well."
Aslan remembered the God of War of the East Authority he got from Verethragna in the Cam world.
Though the usage conditions for the Ten Incarnations ability were very strict, in a certain sense, it was still very suitable for Kalki.
"By the way, old Indra, don't forget you owe me another favor."
Instantly, Indra's expression, which had been enjoying the show, turned sour again.
What did he do? Why did he suddenly owe Aslan another favor?
But Indra's instincts told him he did owe Aslan this time.
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Finally, after finishing reading the Gospel, Messiah, wearing black priestly robes in the center of the church, put down the book and looked toward the people from various Pantheons who came to watch from the church pews.
Of course, just to watch. Very few openly helped Kalki like Aslan.
In fact, though they knew Hydra's plan to arrange Kalki to intercept the God Slayer—who was the Holy Son's incarnation killing Heretic Gods.
They still didn't dare do anything. At most, they warned Heretic Gods not to approach the Holy Son's hunting grounds.
This was to slow the Holy Son's growth.
Truly attacking in the dark and killing the Holy Son? They didn't dare. After all, the Holy Son didn't descend with his true body—only his incarnation.
Killing one incarnation and making the Holy Son and Christianity mortal enemies for it was too unworthy.
They were very clear about their position—they came to cause trouble, not to seek death.
Small Five-Digits were easy to trap, but also easier to become victims of certain existences.
Look, only Kalki dared challenge Messiah?
Not everyone had a Two-Digit behind them like Aslan.
God Slayer Messiah looked around, and only a handful dared make eye contact with him.
Aslan smiled challengingly at Messiah. He still clearly remembered the Mithras issue.
Indra beside him picked his nose, also showing no signs of backing down.
Finally, Messiah shifted his gaze to Kalki, who was walking step by step toward him.
"Why did you have to destroy Outer Gate 66666? All of that could have been avoided."
Kalki questioned step by step, with determination in his eyes.
After all, Kalki hadn't been led astray by Ouroboros yet. Especially with the freedom of the past month, shedding the name Kalki, participating in Gift Games as a free person at Outer Gate 565656, like a free citizen of Little Garden.
In this month, he felt he had understood his mission. He was the last ray of light at the end of the age, who would eradicate all evil, ending the collapsing old world.
Though necessary evil would exist, if he could avoid involving the innocent, he would try his hardest to avoid it, even if he had to pay more.
But a Savior like Messiah—he couldn't tolerate. Just because Outer Gate 66666 was dominated by ghosts and Demons, he destroyed the Outer Gate.
Just to force out the Heretic Gods hiding within.
Under the gaze of many eyes, Messiah looked at the approaching Kalki, showing a slight expression of surprise.
"So… you came to challenge me just for this small matter?"
"Small matter?"
Kalki became furious. The lives of at least a million residents of the Outer Gate were just a small matter.
"All evildoers, fear my power. I, the mighty one, raise the sign of the ferocious Camel!"
And just as the battle was about to begin, a discordant voice rang out.
"Place your bets—place your bets!"
Indra stood on the pew, shouting loudly:
"Kalki wins two-to-one, Messiah wins one-to-one! Ties go to the house!"
The watching gods and Buddhas laughed and gathered. Gift cards and Authorities fell like snowflakes onto the betting table.
"Kalki still two-to-one? Is this underestimating the Holy Son? Then I bet on Kalki, one Authority."
"Damn, underestimating Kalki but betting on him?"
The crowd laughed uproariously, betting voices overlapping.
"Why? Don't want to play, I do what I want?"
"Holy Son, one Divine Artifact."
At this moment, a gender-neutral voice rang out.
"Damn, a big shot from Christianity came. Small business, no big shots."
Indra immediately shrank back. His little treasures had already been looted by Aslan and Shiroyasha.
Couldn't play, really couldn't play.
"Old Indra, don't rush. Haven't I bet yet?"
Aslan patted Indra's shoulder and said.
"One Divine Artifact, Kalki wins."
"Hey, what did you give Kalki? Why dare bet he wins?"
Indra sealed his voice and whispered in Aslan's ear.
"Shh, you just need to know it's good stuff."
Aslan said mysteriously.
"Damn, don't tell me you're trapping me again."
"Relax, I take seventy percent, you thirty."
Aslan whispered a few words in Indra's ear. Instantly, a smile appeared on Indra's face.
"Come on, come on, come on, place your bets, place your bets!"
Indra shouted even louder.
However, unlike the lively crowd in the church, Messiah, as the main character, didn't feel so good.
Accompanied by Kalki's kick containing the power of Incarnation—Camel, Messiah, whose physical body was only Five-Digit Legendary level, was caught off guard and kicked.
Red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The sharp-eyed gods and Buddhas immediately noticed this. Instantly, those who bet on Kalki became excited.
"Yes, that's it! Kick this fake to pieces!"
"Keep it up, future little Savior!"
However, accompanied by Messiah's emotionless gaze, those gods and Buddhas immediately fell silent, shutting their mouths.
"Tch, a bunch of cowards."
Indra said in disgust.
"True, true. Why can't they be as brave as me?"