857 Chapter 857 Ankhara


    Chen Ming, after freeing Gaia from Chronos, went back to the Peach Bossom Realm. Where Chang''e Pce was located.


    Now the atmosphere was very heavy because the war had begun.


    Chen Ming could sense the tension in the air as soldiers prepared for battle, their armor clinking and weapons gleaming in the dimly lit pce halls. The once serene and tranquil realm now buzzed with urgency, as everyone braced themselves for the impending chaos thaty ahead.


    Chen Ming greeted everyone who greeted him politely. This increased his reputation, even though he is the supreme dragon god. He was still very humble and considerate.


    Chen Ming''s humility and consideration endeared him to both soldiers and civilians alike, developing a sense of solidarity and fellowship within the realm.


    Despite his godly status, he made it a point to listen to the concerns and fears of those around him, offering words of encouragement and reassurance in the face of adversity.


    "You are back just in time. I need your opinion on this one."


    When he reached Chang''e Pce. He was approached by Chang''e immediately. It looked like something bad had happened.


    Chang''e, with a worried expression on her face, quickly exined the situation to him. The urgency in her voice indicated that the matter required immediate attention.


    "It is about Mesk. She got power from the supreme god of time. And now she was bringing her troop to us. Theyy waste to many realms, that we need to do something."


    Chang''e asked for his help, emphasizing the urgency of the situation and the dire consequences if they failed to take action.


    She implored him to devise a n to counter Mesk''s destructive forces and protect the allied realms from further devastation.


    Chen Ming nodded his head. He understood the situation and felt the need for swift action. Chen Ming assured Chang''e that he would do something about it.


    "I will do something about it. But first I need to bring Anubis with me."


    Chen Ming thought that he should bring Anubis with him so that Mesk would stop her useless vengeance. She thought that he was dead, but in fact, he was still pretty much alive, just that he didn''t have power over his divinity anymore.


    He could still live forever if he ever wanted to. And as for his body, He could change it when he practiced enough.


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    Mesk, with her army, hadid waste to many realms under the protection of Nuwa.


    She didn''t feel afraid that Nuwa woulde out and kill her. She knew that if she were toe out, Other supreme beings woulde out to stop her.


    She had grown confident in her abilities and believed that no one could challenge her. With her divinity and sword of time. No one could stop her in her quest to revenge for her husband.


    "I''ll kill you, Supreme Dragon or not. With my divinity and the sword of time. I will cut your head off!"


    As she uttered these words, a fierce determination filled her eyes. She had witnessed the power of her divinity and the sword of time firsthand, and she was certain that they would be enough to bring down even the mightiest of beings.


    The thought of revenge for her husband''s death fueled her every move, pushing her to confront the Supreme Dragon without fear or hesitation.


    "Stop your madness this instant! Otherwise, don''t me me for not giving you a chance!"


    A High God appeared. He looked at Mesk with eyes filled with serenity. He spoke with a calm yetmanding voice.


    "If you insist on invading our realm, We can only retaliate. We have been neutral in the wars between god and demon. But why do you have to drag us into your mess?"


    Mesk looked at the god and sneered.


    "Your neutrality means nothing to me. I am Mesk, the God of Death, I will not be stopped by the likes of you. Prepare for your demise, for I will not hold back any longer."


    Mesk dered defiantly, her eyes burning with cruelty.


    As the god''s gaze met Mesk''s, a shiver ran down his spine. He realized that she had gone insane with her powers.


    He knew that he had to find a way to stop her before she caused any more destruction. Mesk''s thirst for power had consumed her, and the god understood that there was no reasoning with her anymore.


    He braced himself for the battle ahead, knowing that it would be a fight for life and death.


    Mesk showed her fangs. Her twisted smile revealed something sinister, as if relishing the chaos she was about to unleash. The god''s heart sank, realizing that Mesk''s descent into darkness had transformed her into a formidable adversary.


    "Die, Insect."


    Mesk hissed, her voice dripping with venom. With a swift motion, she conjured a storm of dark energy, ready to obliterate anything in its path.


    The god tightened his grip on his weapon, determined to protect what was left of the realm from Mesk''s wrath.


    "She is too strong! How can a high god be this strong."


    He was at the same level as her, but with her divinity and sword of time. He couldn''t even fight back. Every strike he attempted was effortlessly parried by Mesk, her skill and power far surpassing his own. The god''s heart sank as he realized the extent of the danger he was in.


    The army behind Mesk roared loudly with excitement. They now had a worthy ruler. They started to attack the nearby gods.


    Mesk''s disy of strength and dominance had instilled a newfound confidence in her army, fueling their desire to conquer and assert their power.


    With each attack on the nearby gods, their roars grew louder, echoing the imminent threat posed by Mesk and her formidable forces.


    And while everything was falling into despair, Something unimaginable happened.


    "What''s going on? The power of death has been nullified."


    The High God, who fought with Mask with all of his strength, heard the sound of a bell. As he turned his gaze towards the source of the sound, he saw a figure flying in the sky.


    An enormous bell was above him, emanating a powerful aura that seemed to counteract Mesk''s dark magic.


    The figure holding the bell was none other than the ancient deity of life, Ankhara.


    With each toll of the bell, the forces of life surged forward, pushing back Mesk''s forces and restoring hope to the gods and their allies.


    "Long time no see Mesk. I didn''t think we would meet with each other like this."


    Ankhara''s voice boomed across the battlefield, filled with a mix of determination and sadness. Mesk sneered, her eyes glowing with malevolence, as she replied.


    "Indeed, Ankhara. But this time, victory will be mine."