The Battle Above The Gods Eye นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I jumped away as it crashed to the ground, making a terrible crunching sound as it skidded to a stop. Shortly after, a flaming mass fell to the ground. It was Horus. He wasn’t moving anymore, so I assumed he was dead already. His spear was nowhere to be found. His godly armour was broken in different places and one of the wings torn off. In the distance, I could see the familiar light of Zeus’ electric discharge, M’gethir’s spatial distortions, and Eistibus’ holy magic. I looked to where Tony was and saw that the battle was over. Good grief. I wonder who won, I’ll find out soon. But now... I was about to fly up to join them, when all of a sudden, a huge explosion occured in the sky, shaking

The battlefield had become a graveyard of gods. Mountains burned beneath the fractured eclipse while darkness and silver fire clashed endlessly across the ruined land. Hunters fought shadow creatures among collapsing stone towers. Wolves howled through rivers of corruption. And beneath it all, the Abyss watched. That massive golden eye remained open beneath the cracked earth, ancient and patient, studying Lira and Kael with terrifying fascination. The King stood between them and the Abyss now. Protectively. Violently. Darkness spiraled around his massive form like a storm barely restrained.

"Where is Richard?!" "He has already evacuated the main palace fortress," the scout hissed, coughing up a fresh wave of crimson as his grip on life began to slip.They fled deep into the Forbidden Mountain territory... to the ancient altar. He is going to activate the Eye of Aethelgard tonight.He will shatter the veil between the living and the dead to summon the undying warriors from the Land of the Dead across your entire territory... and none of you will survive the night" With one final, choked gasp, the scout’s head snapped back against the mud, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his life completely vanished.

The Witch King did not dare to look up at him. The fake emperor’s eyes were narrowed into slits with a glint of coldness flashing within. “Relay my decree! Central Warzone Master Baron Von Doom, Northern Warzone Master Caestus Rembrandt, Eastern Warzone Master Gaia Amatsu, and the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh War Gods are to leave five million troops to confront the Lycantroops marching from the west! “In this battle, victory is the only option!” The imperial guards immediately sent out the orders.

I look at her pleadingly and show her my hand that I raised to show that I’ve promised and that I’m not gonna break it. She looks at be unbelievably and sigh. “Fine. Don’t forget it on Monday, Avis.” She said as she points her finger on me. I smiled wildly at her. Then, I notice a book beside her bag on the table. It is a book about….. gods? I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities.

High above the sky, the ships of the Flower Goddess, the Lin Clan, and several of the Flower Goddess’s allies. They were hovering in the sky because they felt that the situation below was very interesting to watch, especially since the main event hadn’t started yet, so they didn’t need to come down just yet. And they weren’t the only ones hiding; there were other ships, such as those of the God of Darkness, the Goddess of Nature, and several other gods, who were still carefully observing the situation below.

All of them were at least at the Divine Rank or above. Soon, the army was assembled. James and his 400,000-strong army gathered on an airship. Standing on the deck, his expression was grim. The outcome of this struggle would be determined by this battle. If they succeed, they would obtain an Ancestral God Rank Elixir. Otherwise, all of them would perish on the battlefield. Besides, this was only just the beginning. Once the Fourth Calamity appears, all of humankind would be eradicated by Heaven’s Adjudicators.

Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover. The cold tip's pressure against his back disappears. Dionysus felt relief flood his body as he slowly turned to face whoever they are. And he was met with a child - a teenager - with feline eyes, a button nose, and raven-black hair holding a bow and arrow that's taller than their body. A wave of nostalgia ripples through the wine god as he stared at the pale skinned boy. Has he seen him before?

Each time he grew angrier. And still… he didn’t fall. A shout rose behind us. Not Varen’s voice. Not Dominic’s. The wolves. Our wolves. I glanced back to realise they had surrounded us on the hills above. The battlefield was cleared of rogues and wraiths. The corrupted had fallen. But no one stepped forward. They couldn’t. They watched, frozen. Eyes wide with disbelief. With horror. Because this fight was something else entirely. This wasn’t a battle of wolves. It was something… something godly. We were beyond them now.

The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anytime he looked at her. “Hello, Benedict,” Kallista said coolly. “Benedict?” he repeated with a chuckle. “You used to call me Dad.” “That was a long time ago,” She murmured back, looking down at her luggage. “Enough,” Dorothea said, Kallista could hear the exasperation in her voice from a mile away. “Benedict, she’s had a rough day. Her apartment burned down.” Benedict raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Is that so? And you decided to come back home?”