By the power of ingenious mechanical devices, a vast and formidable wooden army was created—one hundred thousand wooden figures mounted on horses, all eager for battle. Among them were a thousand warriors riding upon lions and another thousand mounted on majestic swans. Seven thousand camels, all valiant and ready for the fight, joined this wondrous host. Yet, despite their protection by the forces of Kṛṣṇa, two hundred thousand of these warriors met their destruction on the field. Witnessing this astonishing and delightful spectacle, Jayanta, renowned for his skill in warfare, saw all these warriors reduced to ashes, perishing where they stood. In their final moments, they raised a victorious shout and offered praise again and again. Then, from China, the Buddhists assembled a force of twenty thousand men. Among them was Yogasiṃha, a mighty warrior, riding an elephant and armed with bow and arrows. With his sharp arrows, Yogasiṃha slew five thousand foes. In response, his adversaries created an iron lion and sent it against him. When the lion fell upon him, Yogasiṃha met his death, but not before striking the lion with his mace and roaring mightily. At the urging of the Buddhist lion, a tiger was unleashed upon the battlefield. Witnessing his two maternal uncles fall to death, the son of Svarṇavatī acted swiftly. He seized an auspicious and enchanting arrow named Saṃmohana and, with it, bound both the Buddhist lions and ten thousand kings in a magical stupor. Delighted by their victory, the assembled warriors sent word and marched triumphantly to the city. After plundering by force, they reached the king’s fortress. At this moment, the Buddhist lion arrived and was released by Jayanta. To celebrate, ten crores of gold and other wealth were distributed in joy. The vanquished declared, “We shall never again seek the land of the Aryas for the sake of the kingdom.” Thus, three hundred thousand warriors, united, departed to the abode of the guardians of the realm. In the aftermath, the wise were asked, “Tell us, O sage, about Supriya, Yogasiṃha, and the others.” The god, burdened with sorrow, approached Mahendra, the king of the gods, and offered salutations, saying, “O Lord of the gods, doer of what pleases all, now the order of the world seems violated on earth.” Mahendra listened and, with divine power, rejoiced with the gods at the victory of his own son, Jayanta. Yet, at that time, Indula was distressed, and Śāradā, the bringer of all auspiciousness, was moved. Thus, O Brahmin, this auspicious tale has been told to you. Again, hear how, after giving away ten crores of gold equally, the departure of eight mighty warriors was arranged. By the will of Kāmāpāla, Lakṣaṇa and Nakulāṃśaka were sent forth. Jayachandra, greatly fortunate one, listen attentively: Lakṣaṇa, the heroic, was to reach the narrator alone. Knowing he was accompanied by an army, the mighty king of the earth considered the words spoken and, with a clear mind, summoned and dispatched the wise Kāmāpāla. Padmākara, the king’s brother-in-law, learned of Lakṣaṇa’s arrival. Lakṣaṇa and Nakulāṃśa, seeing the enemy present, caused the king of the earth to faint and slew five hundred strong men. The king, recovering, went to Padmākara, who announced, “A great royal umbrella, a mark of distinction, has come to your house.” Hearing this, a greedy man gave them deadly poison, killing a hundred heroes and concealing the deed. The lotus-faced woman, realizing what had happened, was deeply distressed and lamented greatly. Moved by her sorrow, the goddess—pleased, bestower of boons and all-auspicious—appeared before her.