The War Of The Gods Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“My mother told me about the war, but she also mentioned that the gods were banished to another dimension, while also suggesting that they lived amongst the humans.” “The thing is, while there were gods that wedged war, there were still others that fought to keep the peace. When the higher gods intervened, those who maintained the peace and protected the humans were sent to the other side, while the warmongers were stripped of their powers and cursed to live amongst the humans for eternity. When that happened, however, something went wrong and the powers found new owners amongst the humans, and now history is repeating itself. They are fighting because everyone wants to have all the powers f

Although she could not be a human completely, there were no laws from stopping Gods and Goddesses visiting Earth in their heavenly form, although it is practically unheard of in the 21st century. Humans now call the higher creatures 'myths' and 'legends', with no true grounding beliefs. However, how can you believe in something that you do not have evidence of existing? After the Great War of the Gods, in consequence of an angel mating with a daughter of Adam, producing giants on Earth, for thousands of years no one has dared to descend from the heavens, eager to never again tip the fragile scales into a war. There were heavy losses on both sides, whether you fought for the right to live wit

Clang. The gasoline drum in Andrius’ hand fell to the ground, spilling gasoline all over and wafting in the air. Andrius was filled with anger. The Second War God was truly ruthless and insane. He had actually turned the First War God, who had fought for Florence, into the Insect Soldier King. What a deplorable crime! ... In the central control room, the Second War God and the Witch King were both watching the battle intently. When they saw Andrius’ movements visibly stiffen, the corners of their mouths curled up triumphantly.

Eventually, she stopped asking. One afternoon, while dragging water through the Upper Tier, she paused outside a classroom. The heavy stone doors stood slightly ajar. Inside, pale apprentice gods sat rigidly at black desks under the severe gaze of an instructor tracing glowing symbols across a slate of crystal. "...The First Divine War reshaped the heavens..." the priest intoned. The apprentices repeated the mantra in chilling unison. The girl stood silently in the shadows. She watched the glowing shapes, listening intently as the children chanted. Her mind, desperate to make sense of her prison, began linking the sharp lines to the spoken sounds.

The war of the gods stands on the brink of eruption. Five hundred and forty doors stand within the resplendent halls of Valhalla; from each, eight hundred armored warriors march forth as one, to join the battle against the wolf Fenrir. — Grímnismál (The Lay of Grímnir) Chapter 1 This was a night from a long, long time ago— so distant that the great war of Ragnarök had yet to begin, when the divine race had only just split into two tribes, when Odin, King of the Gods, and Loki, the God of Fire, had only just sworn brotherhood,

Her eyes weakly fluttered open as she looked at Gunthar, struggling to speak. Even a man as battle-hardened as Gunthar started choking up. He dropped to one knee and took her hand in his. "Don't be afraid, little one. Your brother is a national hero. We'll never let a hero or his family bleed or cry! "Talon Unit, listen up! Our hero's family was humiliated; do we let that stand?" "No, sir! Not on our watch!" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

“But ours is a lot smaller… not nearly this detailed. And definitely not this gold.” Xander steps closer and chuckles. “That’s because this one’s the original. Built on the spot where the pact was made.” I frown. “Pact?” “Come on, Ly. You know the history, right? The divine war?” I shrug. “Everyone knows the history." I roll my eyes. "Eris, the goddess of chaos or whatever, lost her mind, tried to take over the world. The other gods took sides, stepped in. Big messy battle. Eris got banished. Happy ending.”

Then, he spat out another mouthful of blood and dropped to his knees. The entire crowd watching was stunned. Even Alfredo, Rupert, and Monty, who had already experienced Andrew's strength, felt cold sweat run down their backs as they watched the clash. Andrew had truly become a War God in every sense, and perhaps the only true War God in the entire Holtrien army. What was a War God? It referred to someone undefeated in battle. Jakob, the martial god from Divine Dragon Order, blurted out in disbelief, "Beyond Mortal! He has already stepped into the Beyond Mortal level, so that puts him on the same level as the three leaders."

I rolled my eyes at him, and he chuckled. We sat up and realized that we had been locked in by the library keepers. They probably didn't know that we were inside. “Don't worry, I know too many ways out of this place.” Zion said, and I felt at rest. The books were mostly boring, but they were also enlightening. “So, there's this war that happened that caused the demons to be banished.” I said, and he raised his head to look at me. “The Battle of Wolmon.” Zion said, and I nodded. His eyes widened when he realized what I was driving at.