In fact, there was no need for the God of Culinary to say anything. Some kind of speculation had already arisen in the hearts of the gods.
It was just that the result of this speculation was so horrifying that they subconsciously refused to believe it. In fact, this was also one of the self-protection mechanisms of most creatures. When they encountered something they could not accept, they would try to find other ways to explain it, even if the explanation sounded particularly absurd.
"Oh no, it looks like the Divine Advent has already begun. We need to interrupt it immediately. Otherwise, once the Divine Advent is completed, that guy will completely occupy this body, and we will all die here tonight," said Astrya, the goddess of justice and stars.
Her words also reignited the fighting spirit of the gods. Yes, that's right, the Divine Advent had just begun, and it was far from over. Now, they still had a chance to stop the arrival of the apocalypse.
The gods on the hillside seemed to have grasped onto a life-saving straw. They tried their best not to look at their unlucky companion, who had turned into a pool of flesh and blood, and raised the weapons in their hands again.
Astrya spread the pure white wings on her back. She was now bathed in the moonlight, looking incomparably holy and beautiful.
Three spinning black dice appeared in the hands of the God of Culinary. A pyramid rose behind Imhotep, and Vidal, the god of the forest and one of the few survivors of the rumored Twilight of the Gods, remained silent as he silently pulled out the sword at his waist.
Whether it was the new or the old gods, they clearly knew that they had reached the most dangerous moment.
Although they were afraid of the huge figure in the deep sea, they were, after all, famous gods. Each of them had countless heroic legends behind them, and they were praised by the world.
But unfortunately, in the drama that was playing out on this mountain tonight, they were destined to be only supporting roles.
Zhang Heng looked at the group of angry gods in front of him, and his originally indifferent face finally showed an expression.
However, that expression was not one of fear, nor was it one of contempt. It was not even one of mockery. It was just a little strange, as if it was difficult to understand what these strange creatures were roaring about, and why their faces were filled with despair. It was just like how humans found it difficult to understand the cries of whales, and why whales would suddenly fight to be the first to be stranded on the beach.
Zhang Heng did not even lift his little finger. The next moment, he saw the body of Imhotep, the patron saint of medicine and the pyramid, suddenly inflate like a balloon. Imhotep's expansion speed was astonishing, and in a short while, his entire body had expanded to five times its original size. Only the powerful body of a god could support him from dying immediately, but the pain he felt was even greater than that of his companions who had melted earlier.
In the end, what awaited him was his fate of exploding like an inflated balloon!
Even the night breeze that blew in their faces was filled with a strong smell of blood. The few gods behind him couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines. However, they knew that they had no way out. Even though they knew that the path ahead was fraught with grim possibilities, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush forward.
Unfortunately, in the face of an absolute gap in strength, courage alone was far from enough.
Astrya witnessed her companions dying one by one. But that wasn't what made her feel the most despair. What truly crushed the goddess of justice and stars was that each of her companions' deaths were worthless. They couldn't even cause the slightest bit of trouble for the enemy in front of them.
This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre. The last remaining Astrya knelt on the blood-soaked ground with lifeless eyes, as if she had lost all her soul.
Then, Astrya seemed to feel the gaze of the man opposite her fall on her. Her crotch became wet, and she was so scared that she peed herself.
…
The Goddess of the Night, Heimdall, and the God of Electricity spent a lot of effort to cut off Hydra's eight heads, and like in the myths, they dug a pit and buried her undying head. Only then did they solve the problem in front of them. But when they arrived, they only saw the goddess of justice and stars sitting alone in the woods.
"Where are the others? Did you kill him? "the God of Movies asked after looking around.
However, the goddess of justice and stars did not say a word, as if she did not hear the question.
The God of Movies originally thought that the goddess was unwilling to talk to him because he was a new goddess. With his temper, he was about to mock her a little more, but he heard the goddess of the Night say, "Something's not right. The smell of blood here is a little too strong."
The God of Movies was stunned when he heard that. "Smell of blood? You're not going to say that the others were killed, are you? This is not logical at all. Even a rookie screenwriter wouldn't dare to write such a thing. If that guy is really that powerful, he wouldn't have needed to run when he faced us. He could have just joined forces with the hydra and killed us all."
"You're right, so there's only one possibility left." The Goddess of the Night squatted down in front of Astrya and observed the goddess of justice and stars' unfocused pupils at a close distance.
But just as she moved closer to take a closer look, Astrya, who had been as still as a block of wood, suddenly jumped up and shouted, "She's dead! They're all dead! No one can survive. He's back! He's back! It's all over. "
As she spoke, a nervous smile appeared on her face. She then broke free from the Goddess of the Night's arm and ran into the depths of the forest, leaving the six gods looking at each other in dismay.
After a while, the God of Electricity said embarrassedly, "She seems to have just suffered a serious shock, and some mental problems have occurred."
However, after he said that, no one answered for a long time.
This was because at this moment, everyone was reflecting on what Astrya had said. Although the words were somewhat disordered and lacked a subject, the meaning conveyed was extremely clear. Even the strongest of the six, the God of Movies, fell into silence at this moment, as if he did not know how to deal with the situation at hand.
In the end, it was Heimdall who spoke first. His expression was unprecedentedly solemn. "We have to tell the others what happened here tonight as soon as possible."
"But we still can't be sure … that he's really back." Like the gods on the hillside, the Goddess of the Night was still somewhat unwilling to accept the worst possibility. "We only have Astrya's words as evidence, but Astrya seems to have gone mad."
"So, do you want to assume that he hasn't completed his divine descent, and we continue searching for that mortal here?" Ares asked.
The Goddess of the Night shut her mouth.
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