He is the son of the wind god Phauna and the female monkey Anyana, clothed in lightning, the lord of the rules. Bring a sword, a golden wheel, and a curved bow.

He is as free as the wind, changing at will, moving mountains and seas, and the world is at his feet.

His countenance is like a ruby, his coat is golden, his tail is strangely long, his roar is like thunder, and his strength is incomparable, and he can catch the clouds.

The destroyer, the maintainer, the one whose jaw is struck. Behold, is he not the mighty one who smites the plague? Isn't it enough if he is called a hero on this basis?

Behold, did he, after having defeated the Calamity, rescue the beautiful Sita, and if he was called a hero on this basis, was it not enough? Behold, was he not not enough, after rescuing Sido, and then he broke through the demon army of the Calamity and sent her back to Rama, the Phantom King of Death?

Behold, was he not, after helping the Phantom King, and then burning down the city of Durahu of the Calamity, and healing the wounded heroes and princes, and if he was called a hero accordingly, was it not enough?

Behold, is it not enough that he, having healed his wounded hero, and then defeated the terrible army, the Maharaja of the Rakshasa Demon, and that he should be called a hero on that basis?

Behold, did he, after defeating the terrorist army, give the different duties of the five castes and the five yoga teachings?

O Monkey King Hanuman, bestow grace and open the way for the lost.

- "Ramayana - Monkey Country"

The attack of the Raksha Demon was beyond the expectations of any god in the Heavenly Court.

The Lord of the Rakshasas, Dharaga, is a powerful but cautious monster, as everyone in the Heavenly Court knows. Since the defeat of the Calamity 8,000 years ago, the range of the monster's movement has gradually decreased. Both the heavens and mortals believe that one day they will be able to eradicate the threat of monsters once and for all.

Rakshasa demons suddenly came out in droves from the forest where they were hiding, attacked the major states, and even the city of the tribes was within the walls of Delhi, a terrible bloodbath. This sudden atrocity shocked the heavens, what made the Rakshasa so bold?

Brahma is the deity of the four worlds, the greatest of the eighteen heavens, he is the creator of a qiē, the master of the higher heavens and the lower realms, the lotus navel is born, the ocean is held in the palm, the golden wheel is held, and the snake is the rope, he can cross the world in three steps, he can bind disasters with his hands, and he can beat fear into the hearts of his enemies with the drums of glory. But despite all his power, the Almighty couldn't help but feel more and more uneasy and distraught—a qiē that he blamed on the Rakshasas' unusual behavior. Of course, other visions were also troubling him. It is said that strange creatures have appeared in many northern states and even affected the harvest. A one-eyed golden-winged roc bird was seen flying over Delhi and said woe! Woe to you! Some people even claimed that the long-dead Calamity Star had returned to the world from Nirvana and wanted to bring a new round of tribulation to the heavenly court.

This rumor is naturally false, the god of death Yama himself has checked with his divine power, the disaster star is already dead and can no longer die, and even his body is not in this world, but in a distant city connecting the worlds.

It's been a disturbing time, yes, but it won't be long. Isn't he called Brahma who can't go wrong, because he hasn't sent Hanuman, the monkey king, to deal with the threat of the rakshasas?

What Brahma didn't expect was that the Rakshasa Demon was just an insignificant drop of blood in this bloody tide.

Hanuman understood it a little earlier than Brahma.

The Monkey King fought against the Rakshasa Demon in the city of Rakshasa Yamara, and the city has been completely infiltrated by monsters. Mortals thought they had defeated the main force of the Rakshasa Demon, but in fact it was just a trick by the monsters to attack each other. Thousands of years of dormancy have made the power of the Ghost Prison unprecedentedly strong.

The Rakshasa demons first transformed into princes from other countries, blended into the city, and then suddenly became difficult and occupied the city gates. All kinds of low-level monsters, such as shapeshifters, iters broke in through the wide open gates. The only guard was quickly knocked down by the Rakshasa Demon's magic-like abilities, and Dharaga, wielding two bizarre scimitars, slashed both the Kshatriya Lord and his Tern, and they fought side by side and died side by side. The mages of the Mistara resisted until the last moment, and their fallen corpses were surrounded by the corpses of low-level monsters.

The city of Ranga is like a hell on earth, with monsters slaughtering and tearing corpses and burning houses everywhere. The Rakshasa demon loves to play with the souls of mortals, and Dharaga occupies the palace of the city lord, where he orders the surviving mortals to please him as he asks.

Under the command of the Monkey King Hanuman, magical creatures loyal to the heavens launched an attack on the city of Ranga. There are human upper bodies and giant python naga control the ground, their bodies have mottled blue-green scales, and their faces are amazingly beautiful. These naga all have four upper limbs, so they can wield four weapons at the same time, wielding them like a whirling metal whirlwind.

When the Naga swept across the earth, the Garudas ruled the skies. They have eagle heads and sharp talons, but their bodies and arms are the same as those of humans. These creatures have huge wings stretched out from their backs, red at the base and green at the edges. They were dressed in dazzling robes, with rings on their hands and gold tattoos all over their bodies.

The monsters under the command of the Rakshasa demon fought back, not to be outdone. For a time, the killing filled the sky and the ground.

The leader of the Rakshasa Demon, Dharaja, personally challenged the Monkey King Hanuman, "It seems that I can enjoy the fun of fighting with the Heavenly Servants today!"

"Today, you're going to die here, monster. "The Monkey King roared like thunder. "Today, the Rakshasa clan will end up here!"

"Or maybe Hanuman ends here!" Dharagaha laughed, his spell-like abilities causing him to rise from the ground. "Stupid monkey, you are still the same you you were 8,000 years ago. Today, I am not the terrible army of 8,000 years ago! When the heavens were stagnant and indulged in pleasure, the power of evolution made the Rakshasa clan stronger and stronger! Even if I fall today, the Rakshasa will be stronger than me in the future!"

The Monkey King's answer was his golden stick, and the Rakshasa Demon's Maharaja dodged cautiously. The burning clouds enveloped the Monkey King's body, but did not ignite a single hair of his hair. Colorful energy arrows flew towards Hanuman, only to be swept away by his palm. It is said that the wind god summoned by the wind blew away the poisonous gases released by the monsters. The poet Adasai likened the battle between the Monkey King and the Rakshasa to seven different things, each of which contained wild and unrestrained, ethereal and agile.

The power of divinity eventually overwhelmed the Rakshasa Lord's sorcery, and Dharaga tried to distance himself from the Monkey King, but the shadow of the other party always followed. No matter how much the Lord of the Rakshasa twisted the tiger's head, the Monkey King managed to keep himself on the edge of his sight.

Dharaka felt himself flying, adding to it, but the scenery around him did not move at all. The mountains in the distance are still far away, and the city of Ranga behind them is still close at hand.

The wind god Vayuna's gale struck him.

The monsters tried to get close to the rescue, but were unsuccessful, as it seemed that an invisible wall was blocking them.

Dharaga fought against the gale, but the Monkey King had caught up with him. "'The senses are the horses, and the objects are the paths on which they travel. A voice said, "'If the mind is connected to the chaotic and troubled spirit, it loses its discernment,'" Dharaka roared after hearing the words of the Kato-Upanishads. "'In this way,'"

The voice continued, "'The senses will lose control, like a wild horse in a frenzy under the hands of a weak driver.'" ’”

Lightning exploded in the air, and the Monkey King's stick struck the Lord of Rakshasas, and darkness descended.

"O heavens, your end is near. The invisible Dharja still laughed, as if he were the victor in the battle. "Praise the god of evolution, the enemy of entropy, the child worshipper, the double helix copulator, the gene pool stirrger! The High Evolver has returned! Curse you, Hanuman, the last thing your eyes will see will be the destruction of Heaven!"

When the day is over, the Monkey King feels like he is not the winner.

Too many magical creatures had fallen in the battle with the Rakshasa Demon, and the earth seemed to have been ploughed by a giant plough repeatedly, riddled with holes and scars.

The scourge has returned.

Hanuman believed it to be true, even though the Grim Reaper had sworn that it was impossible. But how much does the word impossible mean to Calamity?

Therefore, when the Monkey King came to the banks of the Mistara River and saw for himself that the Atas had really returned, he was not too surprised. He was just glad he wasn't alone.

The Nagas drove elephants, lizards, and big cats. While they cannot threaten the Scourge, they can be used to attack its minions and minions. Brahma sent a thousand Ganesha warriors, and the Mother of Blazing Heat lurked up the river, with enough power in her body to make the ocean burn.

Fifty demigods were summoned to fight under the command of the Monkey King. At the same time, Moro, the god of illusions, sent his avatar and fifty soldiers who were in flux. The incarnation of the god of fire, Agni, also descended, and fifty fire elementals followed him. The incarnation of the beast lord Rudra carried fifty heads and nine heads of strange snakes, and fifty yakshatras followed the protector god Kupila.

The Monkey King narrowed his eyes and opened his nostrils wide.

"The rumors are true!" he shouted, and there was a lot of thunder in the sky.

"I thought he was nirvana!" Moro said.

"It could be other Atas as well, but it just happens to have a similar atmosphere. Agni said.

"As long as it's Atas, it's a threat, and we must kill them all. Kupila, the master of the Yakshas, also said.

The beast master roared.

The Athas on the ground had apparently noticed the movement around them, a mist drifting from the river, and the heavens shimmered with golden light, stretching westward into the receding night, the color gradually darkening, like a burning equator dividing the heavenly dome in two.

The nomadic warriors of Atas immediately entered into battle mode, as if they had been born to fight. Scimitars and spears, bows and arrows and catapults were held in the hands of these warriors, waiting for the battle to begin.

The battle began.

A black line can be seen at the far end of the battlefield. A horn pierced the sky, and the line began to move.

The suspected Calamity Atas was at the top of the formation, standing on a magic carpet, dressed in an inconspicuous gray robe, and spiritual energy fluctuations emanated from under the robe. A powerful mage, dressed in black robes, acts as a harnesser for him.

"Their first wave was riding shooters. Kupila spoke. "But why did the Atas use magic? The last time the Calamity struck, it was clear that he never used magic. ”

The Monkey King half-squinted, trying to look further.

"Yes, they are right. The god of fire, Agni, also said. "We'll look into the magic thing later. ”

"Let the magical creatures take the lead and test the strength of the Atas army. The Phantom King Moro also said.

With a wave of scimitars, the Nagas began to advance, elephants, lizards, and big cats followed closely behind, like white waves.

When the white waves met the black line, there was a chaotic sound in the air, with human shouts, the hissing of lizards, and the sound of weapons colliding.

The black line stopped, and a large cloud of dust rose from above. At this moment, the jungle awoke from its sleep, and the beasts gathered in the forest were driven to the flank of the Athas.

The basilisks of Loudra walked slowly and steadily, the fire elemental floating in front of them, and everywhere they went, the grass withered.

The man who seemed to be a plague nodded to his driver, and the magic carpet slowly moved forward. As soon as the warriors of the Atas saw him, they seemed to be full of courage and fearlessly charged. Behind them, a terrifying skeleton floated in the air, a powerful aura of magic that even the heavens were afraid of. There seemed to be some kind of quality in that skeleton mage, and these gods instinctively felt a wave of fear.

"Our charge was repulsed. The god of fire, Ajuni, said in surprise.

"Yes. Kupila also said.

"Some cavalry fell from their mounts, but they broke through our formation. Mounted archers charge at the beast arrows and do not have time to reassemble the formation. The Atas mage caused the boulder to fall like a landslide, like raindrops falling from the sky. Now, too, the surging flames have come. ”

"What happened to my fire elemental?" said Agni, puzzled.

"It must be the magic of the Atas. Moro explained.

The fallen corpses got up again, whether they were Atas or those of the magical creatures. The undead creatures who came back from the dead, the soulless slaves, walked like a human step, fearless, their drumbeats so uniform that they were hopelessly perfect, and from their eyes there was nothing but nothingness. When the magical creatures and demigods under the hands of the heavens raised their heads, they could see the man who seemed to be a scourge. An unimaginably powerful mage wields the magic carpet for him, a metal skeleton floating behind him.

The demigods' hearts beat faster, and the beasts froze.

The zombies of the Witch King Dragos killed the one they encountered, and they themselves always said no word when they fell, because life and death were no different from them, and words meant nothing to inanimate objects.

Zombies sweep across the battlefield, waves of magical creatures coming towards them. But Naga, who was the vanguard, had already been defeated. The snake lizard and the yaksha could not withstand the cavalry and the scourge, the zombie and the witch king.

Malik swept over his enemies with the carpet of destruction that swept through the field like flames. Bows and spears fired at them will turn away halfway through, deflecting before hitting the magic carpet or passengers on the magic carpet. The Witch King flew with ease, black flames dancing in his eyes. They rushed into the center of the enemy line. Malik ruthlessly stripped away the life force of his enemies again and again, and the man who seemed to be a scourge flew up and down like a snake among the demigods with a spear made of psionic energy.

The demigods of the Mistara were in fact high-ranking brahmins who had been given some power, and they did not want to meddle in worldly politics, but chose to work directly for the heavenly court. But in front of the one who might have been a calamity, their power seemed too insignificant.

The trumpet of retreat sounded somewhere, but there were few magical creatures left to respond.

The monkey king Hanuman roared angrily, and his body swelled sharply until it resembled a mountain. He gave the order, and the heavens swarmed up after him.

Some of the living demigods, armed with strange weapons, tried to push their unstable divinity to the limit. Flames fell from the sky, and the wind roared and swept through.

A bloody mist erupted around the magic carpet, and the sound of trumpets resounded in the sky. The Witch King rode the magic carpet into the enemy line, and the waves of corrupted light grabbed a bit of vitality around him, leaving a long withering path behind him. He sang and marched, sometimes like a wedge, sometimes like a limpous sword. The light of magic flickered and fell like a serpent's letter, crackling loudly from time to time.

On that day, the sky shed tears on the corpses of the demigods, and the rivers were stained red with the blood of the heavens and aliens.

The Monkey King attacked with a vajra pestle, and every blow of his mountain-like body made the earth tremble with fear. The magic carpet flew almost against his body, and the lightning river flames always fell next to it, and none of them hit the target.

"Face me, Calamity!" shouted the Monkey King, his tail sweeping, hitting the magic carpet right in the middle of the way, knocking it violently. The wind, like life, blocked the flight of the magic carpet as Hanuman wished.

The Phantom King Moro rode his rainbow steed, galloping across the ground. The magical creatures roared, gurgled and wailed, and began to attack without distinction. Moro saw the right moment and suddenly gathered his divine power to attack the two people on the magic carpet. For a moment, the world seemed to become blurred, and the body of the Monkey King looked bigger than the world itself. From the ground, Hanuman's massive body already occupies half of the sky. Mistara seemed to turn into an insignificant little stone, revolving around the giant monkey king.

Hanuman roared in anger and pointed a huge finger at the battlefield. As the distance closes, the tips of the fingers appear to grow larger. Then, when it comes into contact with the atmosphere, the fingertips burn red with intense friction.

When the distance was closed again, the Monkey King's fingertips had already taken over the entire sky. Those fingerprints look deeper than the world's grandest ocean trenches and taller than the tallest mountains. Then, the finger pressed heavily on the ground, covering the entire battlefield and the surrounding dozens of palezanes.

The battle seemed to be over, but the Monkey King's angry countenance suddenly seeped into a trace of pain.

The Phantom King screamed and fell off his mount, the illusion shattered, and reality once again prevailed. Smoking blood flowed out of the rainbow horse's mouth and nose like a river.

The magic carpet rose back into the air, skimming over the corpses and the people who were about to become corpses. The Phantom King climbed onto his horse and tried to escape, flames erupting from his mount's nostrils.

"Don't you want to fight? The man who seemed to be a scourge shouted, and psionic energy made his voice resound across the battlefield. "Or am I going to continue chasing you like a lost dog? His voice boosted the morale of the Atas, but it frustrated the magical creatures.

"Oh, don't talk about male or female dogs, aren't they all your blood relatives. The Phantom King shouted, "Is that you, Calamity, have you forgotten how you failed eight thousand years ago?"

"If I am really a calamity star, and I reappear in the world to be an enemy of the heavenly court again, then I will not be considered a failure. The man on the magic carpet shouted. He unleashed a terrifying psionic attack, and his rider cast a spell, and the Phantom King showed his divine power and disappeared from the battlefield.

There were dead bodies everywhere. A small pile, a small pile of humans huddled together. Some died in battle, their bodies twisted and fell to the ground. The carcasses of animals dotted among humans. A couple of big cats are still wandering and eating. The river soaked those who were still standing, and covered the fallen with earth, and the fire elemental had fled. Broken chariots, dead lizards, and horses bulge across the battlefield. On the other side, hollow-eyed zombies still roam the battlefield at mechanical steps, killing any magical creatures that can move. "Go to Draegos and have him activate the dead body!" the man shouted.

Hidden in the pile of corpses, Rudra's bow and arrow were aimed at the magic carpet.

"Let's test the power of this false god!" the man and his rider turned to the beast master. The latter continued to shoot with a bow and arrow, and the factor of destruction was contained in each of his arrows.

The sky suddenly became bright and dark, and the Monkey King struck again, the huge vajra attacking with the precision of an eye on it. The divine power contained in this hit was amazing, and the flames of the fire god Ajuni sealed all the opponent's dodge space.

The next moment, Agni's heart stopped.

The Monkey King was taken aback, and then he realized that it was not Agni's heartbeat that had stopped, but the time of the entire world. The man who appeared to be a plague had an ability that stopped time.

But time stood still and couldn't stop the Monkey King, who continued to attack in a stationary world. The other party had no way to hide, and he projected his thoughts into Hanuman's mind in a desperate gamble.

Direct confrontation at the soul level, this is the most dangerous way to fight.

The Atas guest's psionic energy was as vast and furious as the ocean, and the all-pervasive attack immediately penetrated into the depths of the Monkey King's heart. It's a feeling like the most unpleasant memories of a person's life have been turned over and left to be examined.

The Monkey King gritted his crown of teeth and resisted with all his might.

They fight inch by inch in the space of the mind. Sometimes the Monkey King has the upper hand, and sometimes he just struggles to hold on. The other party's psionic energy is very strange, as if three different powers have been forcibly mixed together.

Finally, the man suspected of being a calamity seemed to have found a loophole in the Monkey King's soul, and the alternative, heterogeneous triple psionic energy struck a blow and extinguished Hanuman's soul fire.

The man let his guard down when he saw that he had finally succeeded, which left him with a flaw.

The extinguished soul fire suddenly rekindled, and the Monkey King was resurrected without damage, seizing the moment when the other party relaxed his vigilance and moved the soul level to counterattack.

Hanuman seemed to hear the sound of something shattering in his mental space, and the strange triple ability suddenly went berserk, killing each other ferociously. The man fell off the magic carpet and fell into the flames of Agni's ruin.

Time flows again.

Finally, Scourge was defeated once again. ”

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