The slaughter continued. The panicked gods were like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, fleeing for their lives under the claws of a beast.
They wailed and cried, their twisted faces were filled with despair and fear!
Once upon a time, they too ruled this land. Behind each of their names was a series of glorious legends but in this story, they were merely supporting characters.
"We can't hold them off anymore!" Apollo, who was covered in blood, had retreated to the front door of the mansion.
Six of the seven strings on his zither were broken, and only one was left. The golden arrows in the quiver on his back had long been shot out, but this was not the most despairing thing. The most despairing thing was that his opponent was completely unharmed!
It wasn't just Apollo. The God of Electricity, Hades, the God of Firearms, and the others who stayed behind to bring up the rear were also in a sorry state. Perhaps the only thing that comforted them was that the other gods had basically retreated safely while they were blocking the way.
Hades gripped the broken staff in his hand and said, "We need to destroy the tunnel or else if he enters the new world, everything will be over."
"Perhaps … we can use explosives to blow up the mansion but I need some time to prepare." The God of Chemistry suggested.
Before he could finish, the man with the mustache suddenly said, "Leave it to me. You guys are at your limit. Hurry up and retreat. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices."
Apollo and the others heaved a sigh of relief when they heard that. No one knew their own physical condition better than them. Just like what the mustached man said, they were indeed at the end of their rope. The only reason why they didn't retreat was because of their pride. No one wanted to be the first to leave.
Since the man with the mustache was willing to stay behind to wrap things up, there was no reason for them to stay. They ran into the mansion and pushed open the door that led to the new world.
The mustached man, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally moved this time. He waved his hand, and a book flew from the bookshelf of the villa's study into his hand. It was a volume of Star Wars.
The man with the mustache flipped through the pages and the next moment, a green-skinned man with pointy ears less than 0.7 meters tall appeared before him.
When his feet touched the grass, he ignored the Deep Ones around him and bowed at the man with the mustache.
"Go!" The mustached man nodded at him.
In the next moment, a lightsaber appeared in the hands of the green-skinned man with pointy ears.
The Origin Force was injected into the Kyber Crystal, and a mass of plasma immediately formed into a blade under the restraint of the magnetic field.
The green-skinned, pointy-eared dwarf used the blade to easily slice a Deep One in half.
There were so many books on the bookshelf, but the mustached man chose "Star Wars" for a reason. As everyone knew, most Jedi had strong willpower, especially the leader of the Jedi, Master Yoda. His mental strength was especially strong.
It had to be known that in this situation, the number of people who could fight normally could be counted on one hand. Only the nemesis of darkness like Yoda could move freely.
However, he might have been able to take on many Deep Ones at once, but it was obviously wishful thinking for him to defeat the master of the city under the ice. In reality, Yoda only lasted for less than a minute before he was targeted by 'Zhang Heng'.
The next moment, his small body suddenly shuddered and a pained expression appeared on his face. Even though he was still swinging the lightsaber in his hand, his movements were obviously slower than before. Soon, he revealed an opening and was pinned down by the Deep Ones.
Following Master Yoda's death, the Star Wars book in the mustached man's hand burst into flames.
He was currently surrounded by the Deep Ones, standing alone before the mansion's entrance. However, his face did not show panic like the other gods, instead, he appeared to be in awe.
"Are we finally entering the final chapter? You've arrived earlier than I expected but thankfully, it's almost time. "
The "Zhang Heng" on the other side did not answer, nor did he show any reaction. It was as if he had never met the mustached man in the game not long ago.
He did not even pay attention to the mustached man. Instead, he turned his head mechanically, searching for the gods that had fled earlier. Finally, he focused his gaze on a direction and that was where the door to the mansion was located.
It was unknown how his gaze penetrated through the layers of reinforced concrete. After confirming the direction, 'Zhang Heng' started to move towards the mustached man. It looked like he was going to deal with the guy blocking the door first.
Seeing their master's movement, the Deep Ones who were already impatient immediately pounced on the mustached man.
In the end, the mustached man suddenly took two steps back, making way for the door behind him to be guarded. At the same time, he made an inviting gesture. Then, his body became more and more transparent. Finally, he turned into a stream of light and flew into one of the books on the bookshelf.
"Heng" ignored the fly that escaped halfway and continued to walk forward as if there was nothing in the world that could stop him.
He walked into the villa and walked all the way to the door without any obstruction.
Without hesitation, 'Zhang Heng' reached out to push the door open. However, the second hand on the starfish that had stopped moving suddenly started to move again.
Then came the minute and hour hands. They rotated very quickly, far faster than a normal watch, and finally stopped at 23: 55.
This number had a special meaning to 'Zhang Heng'. It was the starting time of each dungeon and it also represented the beginning of a new extraordinary experience.
But now, "Zhang Heng" just turned his head and looked at the starfish phenomenon on his wrist. He did not feel anything. After that, he simply tore off the watch, threw it aside, and reached out to open the door in front of him.
One step, one last step, and he would be able to enter the new world, eliminate all troubles, and bring destruction to every corner of the world.
However, the next moment, his left foot that was about to step out suddenly froze in the air.
'Zhang Heng' frowned. Ever since he took over this body, he had never encountered such a strange situation. The reason was simple. This body originally had his blood flowing in it, and it was a part of him. He entered this body in the name of descending, but in reality, it was more like he was taking back something that should have belonged to him a long time ago.
But now, he could clearly feel that he was losing control of his body.
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