Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Chapter 796: Tungusic God System

Abu Kahehe has been alone since he came down.

When I saw this person, I couldn't help but think that the maternal pantheon that I created, where the people reproduced and thrived, wasn't that also creating a script? But they were fundamentally different.

Nyarlathotep created plays to entertain God.

In Abuka's scripts, the characters live for themselves.

"I wonder if your script can accommodate a pantheon."

The three saints on the opposite side work together, and the remaining Shub-Niggurath is the supreme god of life. She can give life to any existing thing and provide endless vitality.

With the source of life, time and space, Nyarlathotep's script would be perfect.

Just like when he was sleeping, Azathoth jumped out of the Three Saints and looked at everything from a God's perspective.

The drama finally began.

.........

"You are already immersed in the play. How can a stage with only one person look good?"

"Come out, the two behind you, you will perform a dramatic life with Abuka."

Nyarlathotep manipulates all of this, his fingertips dancing wildly.

Three women in one play, and the first scene was soon written.

Abuka saw the two shadows behind him and felt very reluctant.

"You shouldn't have come. There's no need to be implicated by my decision."

Before coming, Abuka cut off all connections, including the origin of world power, and left it to her two younger sisters. Even if she died, the pantheon would not perish.

Therefore, she, who was unsure, borrowed the Zhuxian Formation to make up for the lack of the source of her realm power.

But the three goddesses are of the same spirit and connected in heart, so how could they not come?

"Sister, if the divine system loses you, it will lose the need to function."

A beautiful woman walked out from the purple clouds, with silk and satin fluttering on her body, outlining an ultimate beauty.

The Tungusic Earth Mother Goddess, the grandmother of mankind, Banajiem.

Afterwards, another goddess descended, bathed in a faint holy light.

"Sister, you may have forgotten that the three of us sisters are born together and die together. If you disappear from this arena, do you think we can still survive?"

The beautiful goddess was holding a cloth bag in her hand, which looked ordinary.

But when he opened the bag, he found that it was filled with stars from all over the world.

She is called the Buxing Goddess.

Together with Abu Kahehe, these three saints are three incarnations of one spirit and are the three great creation gods of the Tungusic pantheon.

Abuka had some doubts about this, but after a brief thought.

Strengthened the idea in my heart.

"Don't you like excitement? How can three people do that?"

As he spoke, he summoned the power of creation and transformed it into a golden bell. The moment the bell rang, all the gods received the command.

Sure enough, Abukahhehe was in front of Nyarlathotep.

The entire pantheon was brought here.

Moved into the script.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. You are a dying pantheon. You have rejected the male gods. The pantheon itself is incomplete. Therefore, you cannot escape my control in the end."

Nyarlathotep is very confident, which is the biggest drawback of the niche pantheon.

The system of gods is incomplete, and there are not many gods that can be named.

Including the Supreme God, it would be great to have five real names.

Nyarlathotep is a mature screenwriter. For each god of the Tungusic pantheon that appears, he gives them a new identity and a new character story.

Until more and more gods emerged later, one after another.

Only then did Nyarlathotep realize the profound heritage of this pantheon.

"Impossible. How could a pantheon created by a woman be so complete?"

Clearly organized, the story flows smoothly, and it is such a complete structure…

It was actually made by a woman.

Do you know how big of a shock this is to a talented screenwriter?

Nyarlathotep stopped writing and dared not touch it any further.

But appreciate it silently.

Yog-Sothoth wondered: "Why did you stop? Arrange a tragedy for each of them, destroy their will, and lead them to death..."

"No, it can't be a tragedy. This story is meant to be gentle."

Nyarlathotep was supposed to be the writer, but he sank into it.

Sinking into the Tungusic pantheon, a world filled with maternal glory.

"It's the taste of mother's love..."

Naya was confused for a moment. He had been a naughty child since he was born. His only will was to make trouble. Perhaps he had received fatherly love in the process, but he had never experienced this.

Abu Kahehe, she created the world and guided the Earth Mother to create human beings. Abu Kahehe gave them whatever they needed, such as food and ecology...

In the beginning, humans, as well as birds, beasts, insects and fish, had no emotions.

Abuka gives them the expression of emotions and the output of feelings.

When it came to reproducing the second generation of creatures, Abuka gave them something special, that is, maternal love.

The maternal pantheon was born.

"Asshole! Nyarlathotep, don't forget who you are."

Shub-Niggurath roared, pulling Naya out of her thoughts.

"Isn't it just maternal love? I gave birth to everything in the world. All living things in the world regard me as their mother. If you want it, I can give it to you." Nicholas said angrily.

Naya showed a strange expression: "Let's not do it."

Yog-Sothoth felt that he could no longer write this script.

"While they are still in the script, join forces to destroy them."

Abuka brought in the entire pantheon once the script was closed.

Then she and her "children" will be sealed by the script forever.

But Abu Ka shouted from a high place, holding the staff of gods in his hand.

"Children, mother wants to teach you one last lesson: the power of unity!"

Then, Abu Kahehe jumped out of the script.

With a buzzing sound of Taoism, the long sword cut through the void.

It was one of the four swords of Zhu Xian, the Lu Xian Sword, which was the first to stand out.

The Xian-Xian Sword and the Juexian Sword flew out one after another, and finally the Xian-Xian Sword came out.

Azathoth frowned and thought: It will be used so soon?

Abu Kahehe holds the Immortal-Slaying Sword, while the Earth Mother Banajiem and the Buxing Goddess Woledohehe each hold a sword.

There is one sword left, held by the gods of the Tunguska Pantheon.

"Goddess Aoqin, Yeluli, honors the name of the Mother Goddess and sacrifices himself in battle."

"Goddess Manjun, Nimangi, honors the name of the Mother Goddess and sacrifices his life in battle."

"The first maidservant is the Magpie God, the second maidservant is the Hedgehog God, the third maidservant is the Shepherd God..."

"Odosi, Dukai, Dokaho, Xisilin, Nadan, Ilha, the insect god Miaka, the time god Tachima, the mouse god Xingkeli, the strength god Fordjin, the nine-colored bird Kunzhele, the fire thief Toyalah, the wind god Edonji, Durukanmafa..."

So many gods, countless gods fell with the column of light, and I took a quick glance at them.

After just a glimpse of his face, he was sacrificed in the Zhu Xian Sword.

Use the power of all gods to sacrifice the sword and the formation.

Only at this moment did people understand the true meaning of the maternal pantheon.

They are all female gods.