Chapter 1204: The Main God Who Rebelled Against Fate - Orothius!

Chapter 1204: The Supreme God Who Defied Fate—Orolios!

Thirty-three Supreme God-tier beings stood afar, their eyes blazing with unmasked malice, fixed upon him.

Any living creature—no matter how powerful a Supreme God—would have trembled before such a sight.

Yet Zhou Zhou remained utterly calm, even chuckling with a sardonic smile.

"Your esteemed selves, already standing at the apex of all realms, have all come forth en masse to deal with a mere minor leader of the multiverse. It seems my life holds considerable weight in the eyes of certain alien races."

The thirty-three alien Supreme Gods stared at Zhou Zhou, their expressions suddenly filled with suspicion.

They had never imagined that, with them all charging forward, this individual remained so composed, showing not the slightest sign of fear?

Recalling his proven victory over a false Supreme God, these beings now grew cautious, scanning the surroundings carefully, as if searching for hidden ambushes.

This scene enraged the lead deity in the seven-color robe instantly.

Zhou Zhou, upon seeing this, first froze in surprise, then burst into laughter.

Has my reputation grown so great that a single sentence now terrifies them into hesitation, unwilling to act boldly?

Indeed, indeed. It seems my unyielding courage in battle has finally etched my name into the annals of the myriad realms.

And as Zhou Zhou laughed freely, the chief among the seven colors, clad in divine robes, could no longer contain his fury.

"What are you afraid of?"

"The opponent stands alone here, while we have over thirty chief deities. Even if he reaches the level of ten chief deities, he still cannot stand against us. Look at your timid expressions—do you still possess the dignity of a chief deity?"

The chief deity thundered in his mind, enraged.

The other chief deities finally snapped back to reality, chuckling nervously.

They had become chief deities—not fools, not reckless spirits. Seeing Zhou Zhou's bold, unafraid demeanor, they instinctively sensed that he must possess some hidden strength—something capable of self-defense, even of countering them. That was why they had reacted so hesitantly earlier.

It was the experience of their growth from weakness to power—generally, they would never deceive themselves.

But now, they began to suspect that their own pretense of cleverness might, in fact, be holding them back.

A minor lord among a hundred races, possessing a secret art that grants him temporary mastery over divine-tier power—this is already quite remarkable.

How could it be possible for the other side to acquire a trump card capable of countering their thirty-some master gods?

That would be utterly beyond the realm of reason.

If, out of mere cowardice, I were to miss the chance to ascend to the Supreme God, then indeed, they would regret it deeply.

With this thought in mind,

their gaze upon Zhou Zhou grew suddenly sharper, more merciless.

"Your arrogance will be your epitaph."

"One master god has said this before," Zhou Zhou replied calmly.

"But I have never lost a battle, while they have become my fallen soldiers in the battlefield."

"You're the true form?"

The Master of the Seven Sacred Robes stared at Zhou Zhou, his eyes flashing with a fleeting light before suddenly speaking.

"What? He's the true form?"

"I thought the one staying here was just a fragment, given how bold he's been."

"How dare the true form act so arrogantly? Has he never died before?"

"If we eliminate this true form, it would be so much easier for us."

...

Upon seeing Zhou Zhou was indeed the true form, the various Masters of the Gods instantly changed their attitudes—each one seemed determined to secure him at any cost.

Zhou Zhou observed their sudden shift, still smiling on his face, though a cold glint passed through his eyes.

"Whether or not you have the skill to take my life," he said, "will depend entirely on you."

Zhou Zhou spoke.

Then His gaze turned to the first of the Primordial Gods who had revealed His true nature.

His eyes swept over, and for a moment, a flicker of astonishment flashed within them.

"Rebel against Fate—the Primordial God, Orosius."

"All the races have spoken of your demise in the last Cataclysm of Fate. I did not expect you to still be alive."

He said.

The seven-color robe, the god-body, trembled slightly.

The other Primordial Gods behind him instantly widened their eyes at Orosius. Many of them recoiled, as if viewing a plague god, stepping far away, fearing even the faintest trace of his presence.

"Orosius? It's you?! "

"Could the Primordial Spirit Clan dare to enshrine you as one of their chief deities? Do they not fear the reversal of Fate's law?"

"It's said that during the final trial of Fate, when the Supreme God of Destiny merely glanced at Orlosius, Orlosius vanished—every divine being across the multiverse claimed he had perished at the hands of the Supreme God of Destiny. Yet, surprisingly, He still lives?"

"Probably the Primordial Spirit Race saved him. Among all the races across the cosmos, only the three lineages of the Primordial Spirit Race have ever managed to protect a deity from the Supreme God."

"Stay away from him! I don't want to fall under the curse of Fate."

...

All the Supreme Deities watched Orlosius with growing dread.

The Seven-Color Robe Master paused, silent for a moment, then removed the magnificent robe draped over his body, revealing a face scarred with violent wounds and eyes hollow and void of pupils.

"How did you know it was me?"

Orlosius spoke in a low, resonant voice.

"I had the privilege of witnessing your bold rebellion against Fate through the bloodline legacies of certain elder beings."

"Though you ultimately suffered a crushing defeat."

"Having lost not only my life but also my fate."

Zhou Zhou scrutinized him from head to toe, marveling silently, "You've got quite a masterful, primordial god-level body here—was it provided to you by the Original Spirit Clan?"

Orlosius fell silent.

Even now, a flicker of fear stirred within him.

What kind of being was this Celestial Sovereign of the World?

Could it be that with just a single glance, he had already pierced through the very core of Orlosius' being—seen everything, understood everything?

"After gazing upon you, I have seen the revelation of my own destiny," Orlosius said after a long silence. "As long as I slay you, I shall fulfill my destined path and ascend to a higher realm!"

Zhou Zhou nodded slightly.

Now, he was a figure of immense prominence, revered by all the myriad races. The fortune that flowed through him could be described as nothing short of earth-shaking.

Even the Supreme Gods, perhaps, could not rival the sheer magnitude of his destiny.

If a deity who walks the path of fate or the path of qi-destiny were to be slain, it would indeed be possible to achieve the realm of Supreme Divinity.

Orosu is the master deity of the path of fate; if one were to kill oneself, there would be a very high probability of strengthening oneself.

Alas...

"Your idea is noble, but your fate prophecy is mistaken."

"I shall not die."

"Rather, you must be cautious—better retreat now, before it's too late."

Zhou Zhou said.

"Arrogant!"

"You shall die today!"

Orosu's eyes hardened, and with a single gesture, he commanded, "All of you—advance and slay the Emperor of the People! With this, we shall all have a chance to ascend to Supreme Divinity!"

He did not say that any of the present Primordial Deities might attain the position of Supreme Divine Sovereign through this battle.

He only asked—would killing Zhou Zhou present such an opportunity?

Yet even if it was merely an opportunity, for the assembled Primordial Deities, it was enough!

"Kill!"

"The chance to become Supreme Divine has arrived before our eyes!"

"Imperial Sovereign of the Mortal Realm! You have already earned a name that reveres beyond measure. Dying at our hands would not be a disgrace to you! Surrender peacefully, lay down your weapons, and submit without resistance!"

"Why waste effort on someone who is destined to die anyway?"

...

Zhou Zhou watched silently as they unleashed a myriad of Primordial Divine Techniques, charging toward him with relentless fury. His expression remained calm, devoid of any fear.

While launching their attacks, the Primordial Deities also observed Zhou Zhou closely.

For this Emperor of the People with astonishing feats, they had never looked down upon him.

They knew that since he dared to remain here, he must possess his own hidden strength.

Yet after observing him for several moments, they found that the Emperor of the People had not even summoned his famed "King"—and that stunned them.

What was this man doing?

Why wasn't he fighting back, simply standing there?

Was he willingly walking to his death?

But in the very next instant—

A golden figure and a silvery-white figure suddenly appeared before Zhou Zhou.