"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Accompanied by the maddened roars, the entire earth seemed to be bathed in a blood-red aura, which spread before the gods. Humans could not see it, but all the gods could. At this moment, led by Sparta, the army of the Spartan nation from the Golden Age of humanity was terrifying beyond imagination.
This was a power capable of easily slaying gods, a force that could destroy everything, bringing an end to all things. The unparalleled strength seemed as though it would devour everything, making it impossible to fathom just how horrifying this existence was.
In reality, under this incomparable divine power, no one could directly confront it. Not even the God-King himself!
Zeus watched all of this unfold from his lofty position in silence. He softly murmured, "The war and death brought by humans are truly terrifying! Even for a God-King... no, this is already inevitable. It's the choice of the world itself. The war and death brought by Sparta are empowered by the entire mythological world."
At this moment, Zeus understood. No one could stop what was happening now. This overwhelming force seemed as though it would destroy everything, and the unparalleled divine power filled one's heart with endless dread.
It was simply too terrifying!
Under this boundless divine power, what would the outcome be? This war and death, fueled by the mythological world, was a predestined result.
At this moment, Hera, standing beside Zeus, whispered, "Your Majesty, even you..."
"No one can stop it!" Zeus shook his head and said, "Not even me. Even Hades, if he were standing here now, would still be slain. This is an unavoidable outcome, something predestined by the mythological world."
Zeus was well aware of what would happen next and what sort of events were about to unfold. This power was the most terrifying force of all.
At this moment, Zeus silently watched everything happening before him. He did nothing because there was nothing he could do.
Zeus understood that everything had already been set in stone. To stop it? No one could!
Aside from Zeus, Poseidon was also watching everything in silence. His voice cold, he said, "Pontus, didn't you look down on the gods and humans of the later generations? How about now? Why don't you stand in front of them and test their power for yourself?"
In the vague distance, Pontus' shadow appeared. He glanced coldly at Poseidon with eyes filled with indifference, devoid of any emotion.
Clearly, Pontus knew. Poseidon was merely mocking him.
Indeed, Pontus had invested in Poseidon, but only to keep the era of the three kings going, making it easier to carry out his plans.
Aside from that?
It could only be said that Pontus looked down on Poseidon and all gods who came after the Second Generation and the Ancient Gods. In his eyes, these gods were unworthy of existing alongside him, serving no real purpose.
This was Pontus' belief.
However, Pontus had once been crushed, truly crushed by Kronos. He had been utterly defeated, with no chance of fighting back.
It was inevitable. Back then, Kronos, like Sparta now, represented the will of the mythological world and wielded unparalleled power.
At that time, Kronos had almost killed Pontus.
After that, Pontus had become much more restrained, no longer stepping out of line. He had come to understand that, when facing the favored ones of the mythological world, beings like him—so-called Ancient Gods—were not their match.
If things went wrong?
Heh, you might not even know how you died. Because of this, he knew better than to stir up trouble. Otherwise, who knew what the consequences would be?
Pontus was well aware of this. And now, just like back then, Sparta, empowered by the mythological world, swept across the earthly realm.
This was an inevitable outcome!
No god could stop it.
"The power of the mythological world..." Pontus thought to himself, "As expected! In the grand scheme, the power of the mythological world is the most troublesome. This situation must be handled, or it will bring enormous problems in the future."
Pontus knew this would be incredibly difficult to resolve. Without thorough preparation, you might not even know how you'd die.
Letting go of these chaotic thoughts, Pontus calmed himself down, maintaining his composure. For now, it was best to remain level-headed.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Sparta's war had fully engulfed the earthly realm.
More than 80% of the humans from the Golden Age had been slaughtered by Sparta. This was the promise Sparta had made and the task he had to accomplish.
Because of this, what Sparta needed to do was of the utmost importance.
This was the fundamental core!
It was also sanctioned by the mythological world. This was not an extinction event, but it was a step toward one.
The destruction of the Golden Age? Within the framework of the mythological world, it was something that had to happen. The transition from the Golden Age to the Heroic Age of the Silver Age was considered the best possible outcome for the mythological world.
The world must evolve; that was the most important thing. If it didn't, then the mythological world would stagnate forever, something it could never allow. This was the reason Sparta was so terrifying.
He embodied and represented the will of the mythological world.
His unparalleled existence was already destined.
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