NABC Chapter 427: 287: Where are the teammates? Save me! (5.7k)_2
Chapter 427: 287: Where are the teammates? Save me! (5.7k)_2
Chapter 427: Chapter 287: Where are the teammates? Save me! (5.7k)_2
“Zeus, you XX##XX!”
But before the voice could settle, ethereals swarmed like locusts, venting their rage at being imprisoned in form and stripped of divine authority upon the Chief God of Olympus.
At the moment of crisis, Poseidon made a bold decision, frantically wielding the Trident while summoning the authority of the sea to protect himself. Gritting his teeth, he withstood the onslaught of the ethereals and surged towards the thunderclouds in the sky.
You won’t let me off easily, will you? Then let’s all perish together! If I am to die, so shall everyone else!
Under Poseidon’s lead, the ethereals quickly found their true target, hiding in plain sight. With intense hatred in their hearts, they launched a brutal assault on Zeus, the three Hundred-Handed Giants under his command, and Ares, who had gotten embroiled in the mix.
Of course, as a member of the Olympus Pantheon, Poseidon himself was also one of the targets of the ethereal attack.
And so, a battle between gods erupted amidst the cursing and yelling of the three factions.
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At this very moment, at the entrance of the cave.
Seeing the blue halo flickering above Olympus, the gods finally lost heart and, almost in unison, averted their guilty gazes and walked deeper into the cave that blocked their view of the sky, intent on using their time to heal themselves.
As for their ally Poseidon, sorry, but it’s every man for himself.
Just as Athena was about to close her eyes and prepare for meditation, her defensive charm in front of her was pierced by a cold arrow of light.
Artemis, just awakened from unconsciousness, gnashed her teeth as she glared at the Goddess of Wisdom.
“Why did you knock me out?”
“He asked for it.”
“He... Luo En?”
The Goddess of the Hunt’s eyes lit up, and she immediately lunged forward to grab Athena by the arm, her face filled with excitement and euphoria.
“He’s still alive, isn’t he?”
Their power was recovering, wills breaking free, authority regaining!
What in the world was happening?!
No one answered the Divine King’s questions, as the partially lucid ethereals, driven by instinct, launched one attack after another on Olympus.
New Gods and Old Gods clashed fiercely, and the dreadful turmoil and anomalies spread from the Celestial Realm to the Mortal World.
In a daze, countless lives on the ground looked up.
They watched the fury of the gods represented by thunder and lightning, the old shadows of demons, chasing across the sky, colliding with each other.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!”
Meteors fell from the dawn sky, trailing a streak of light across the dark River of the Sky before fading away.
In friction with the air, boiling dense aether burst forth into dazzling light against the night.
The spectacle of the earth looking up at the sky was like a still oil painting, frozen in time.
But the next moment.
“Boom, boom, boom, boom!”
The sky collapsed, stars plummeted, bringing death and terror.
The surface of the earth was on fire.
The world was on fire.
Buildings, villages, farmlands, towns...
All that mankind might call “civilization” was being relentlessly trampled, destroyed.
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