**Chapter 491: Two and a Half Years, A Farce**
In a desolate Habitable Planet within the Southern Galaxy, inside a magnificent hall, an elder dressed in luxurious attire lay sprawled in a shattered large pit, muttering to himself.
"God? A god who herds believers and brews wine from their blood? You are no god, you are a devil who belongs in Hell!"
Natasha Romanoff, holding a Vibranium Spear, looked at the despicable old man with disgust and gave a look to the Hulk beside her.
"Hulk!"
The Hulk directly leaped into the large pit he had created, smashing his fists repeatedly onto the elder who called himself a god, until the elder was completely lifeless.
"Captain! We're done here! How much longer for you!?"
A Space Gate, sparking with fire, opened within the golden hall. Large batches of cleaners wearing white protective suits emerged from the Space Gate, skillfully sweeping the corpse, which had been smashed into a meat paste, into sealed body bags! They then expertly cleaned up the battlefield! They processed the unrecognizable corpses smashed by the Hulk and collected the spoils of war.
After all, a god who had ruled a Habitable Planet for thousands of years would have a quite valuable collection.
Naturally, these cleaners from the Tang Group would appraise the value of these collectibles to reduce the debt Natasha Romanoff owed.
Natasha Romanoff raised her wrist, looking at the fluctuating numbers on her wrist device, and let out a long sigh of relief. Two years had passed, and the huge sum she owed the Tang Group was almost paid off! Thinking back to two years ago, when she crawled out of the cloning pod naked, only to be suddenly informed of her massive debt and forced to work to pay it off, Natasha Romanoff felt a sense of temporal disorder.
It wasn't just her; the members of the Avengers and Bruce Wayne of the Justice League felt the same way—
Even the Gold Tycoons Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne felt a wave of dizziness when faced with a bill exceeding eleven digits.
Before everyone could recover from the surprise of being resurrected, they woke up owing a company its entire market value! What kind of experience was that!?
But the bill clearly recorded every single expense: being rescued from the Soul Stone by Boss Tang, the cost of cloning their physical body, the value of the nutrient fluid—
After everyone regained consciousness and learned that the Quantum Tunnel had malfunctioned, making it temporarily impossible to return to their original Space-Time, everyone felt mixed emotions. For over two years, Tony had been frantically researching quantum physics, trying to find the reason for the Quantum Universe's mutation so they could return to their universe.
As for the others, they could only temporarily work for Boss Tang to pay off their massive debt. Of course, this might also be a helpless measure to distract themselves from their desire to return home.
Keeping themselves as busy as possible helped them forget the potentially grim situation of not being able to return. Fortunately, this work was quite manageable for them.
"I'm finished here too! Tony sent a message saying he needs to talk to us about some matters, specifically about the Quantum Tunnel!"
Above a body of water, Captain America looked through the fighter jet's porthole. After a nuclear bomb strike, the giant crocodile god, which had devoured tens of thousands of human lives over hundreds of years and had a body size of over twenty meters, was completely motionless. He made a gesture towards Barton in the driver's seat.
Hawkeye nodded and piloted the fighter jet towards the Space Gate in the sky.
The Pantheon hung high in the sky, tens of thousands of miles up, radiating light and heat like the sun. Below the Pantheon was a planet with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles.
This planet's position was extremely unique, situated between the Reality World and the Dimensional Realm.
A crystal-like protective membrane enveloped it, like an egg inside an eggshell!
Originally, this planet had given birth to its own civilization. Its civilization process had reached the level of Earth's slave system and was gradually evolving towards a feudal dynasty.
However, due to this special environment, ever since this planet was discovered by the Pantheon thousands of years ago, the Gods of the Pantheon had regarded it as their Sanctuary—
Thus, the tragedy of the Native Americans was replayed on this planet. The Gods massacred more than half of the planet's natives, leaving behind only some obedient populations to serve them!
The powerful Gods freely sowed their life seeds on this land.
After their demigod descendants were born, they expanded their territory and seized the most fertile and rich land on this planet.
Establishing God's Kingdoms on the ground for their father gods, just like the theocratic religious countries of ancient times.
On this land where divine authority surpassed royal authority, the high and mighty gods decided everything. This continent was divided into hundreds of countries, each believing in a different god—
Once the Gods had a conflict, or perhaps just a minor quarrel between two gods, a god war would erupt on this continent.
Using their respective believers as pieces on a chessboard, they watched them slaughter each other, with blood flowing into rivers. In the eyes of the Gods, this was also a very interesting enjoyment.
The believers living on this continent only needed to look up to see the hall above their heads, shimmering with golden light. In the teachings of the religion they believed in, it was this hall that bestowed everything upon them.
Sunlight, rain, bountiful harvests—these were all the grace of the Gods! But on this day, when the believers, as usual, devoutly looked up to pray to the Pantheon Hall above, they were all stunned. The Pantheon Hall, which had previously radiated golden light, was now shrouded by a dense mass of black dots.
In front of the Pantheon, the Old Demon Dragon lazily blocked the gate. Its massive body size, over a hundred miles long from head to tail, had scales that shone like black crystal.
Thousands of Dragon Liches were jointly casting cleaning magic on it, polishing, waxing, and manicuring its scales, making them even more radiant after the entire procedure.
A blood sphere the size of a human head floated near the Old Demon Dragon's mouth, occasionally releasing faint streaks of bloodlight that flowed into the Old Demon Dragon's body.
Nourished by these streaks of bloodlight, the Old Demon Dragon felt its physical body strengthening little by little—
"What a powerful medicinal pill. It's a pity it's hard to find another fool like Beelzebub. Otherwise, if I offered another pledge of allegiance, maybe I could exchange for a few more medicinal pills!"
The Old Demon Dragon carefully swallowed and exhaled the blood sphere near its mouth, which was even smaller than a speck of dust. It was hard to imagine that this thing contained nearly one-third of a Hell Lord's origin power.
Unfortunately, Beelzebub's soul origin was taken by the Big Boss to refine a magic treasure. Otherwise, according to the Big Boss, the efficacy of this pill could be doubled, and it might even be possible to refine a First-Turn Golden Core.
As for the Old Demon Dragon, it wasn't familiar with things like First-Turn Golden Cores, but when Tang Song described the efficacy of this blood pill, it immediately drooled with desire.
This was also the reason the Old Demon Dragon voluntarily accepted the mission to cooperate with Kane in besieging the Pantheon. If all these Deities were refined into medicinal pills, just the leftovers from the Big Boss's fingers would be enough to make its belly round.
The Old Demon Dragon swallowed and exhaled the essence from the blood pill, its eyes slightly closed in comfort. At this moment, two and a half years had passed since it blocked the Pantheon gate! Below the Pantheon, the Continent of Gods was already in ruins.
After the Pantheon's million-strong knight forces scattered, they fled through the Spatial Channels connecting the Pantheon to the planet below, escaping to the Continent of Gods.
And the spirits of the dead pursued them, stepping into the spatial tunnel.
The first to bear the brunt were the few small countries near the Spatial Channels.
These unlucky small countries were submerged by the tidal wave of the Undead Army before they even understood what was happening—
Perhaps learning from the lessons on Earth, the Gods of the Pantheon maintained extremely strict control over the Continent of Gods. They not only controlled the ideology of the believers on the Continent of Gods but also strictly limited the emergence of technology.
Whenever any sign of such ideology appeared, they were met with Pyres.
In this regard, the Gods were more decisive than The Church during the Middle Ages! Consequently, the technological level of the Continent of Gods had remained in that ignorant period before the Middle Ages.
Religion and the God-Blooded, who possessed the bloodline of the Gods, firmly held the upper authority.
These Knightdoms and Small Duchies had no power to resist this destructive natural disaster.
In just half a year, this Undead Scourge had spread across the entire planet. This was also thanks to the Pantheon's dozens of Spatial Channels—
These Spatial Channels were originally left by the Gods for their convenience to descend and enjoy themselves, so these Spatial Channels were widely distributed. Most of these Spatial Channels were dispersed near The Church, but when countless undead creatures surged out from these Spatial Channels like a geyser, it was absolutely a calamity.
Countless skeletons with pale bodies, translucent wraiths, gathered into an boundless Undead Army, slowly but steadfastly attacking all living beings.
Countless undead creatures rampaged across the Planet Surface—
Meanwhile, inside the Pantheon, a meeting that had lasted for two and a half years was gradually coming to an end—
The Pantheon Hall was built in a style reminiscent of an Ancient Greek Council Hall. The Gods sat in a circle, like citizens of Ancient Greece.
On the God King's Throne, symbolizing the Regent, Hades' weak divinity was wrapped in a black mist, bobbing up and down. A powerful mental fluctuation spread out, vying for the vote of certain gods.
Kane's finger stroked the head of the Golden Three-Headed King Ghidorah, letting Hades debate with those gods. He himself stood there, observing the large murals on both sides of the Pantheon with interest.
Those massive murals depicted the life stories and origin of some of the powerful Gods of the Pantheon.
Next to these murals were hymns praising the Gods!
Looking at these nauseating hymns, Kane shook his head. His attention returned to the gods within the Pantheon.
The Pantheon was already in chaos at this moment. Everyone was spitting saliva as they discussed the Old Demon Dragon blocking the gate outside, and the arrival of him and Hades.
Kane swept his divine sense over these gods and roughly gauged their strength.
Most of these Gods were at the level of Asgardian berserkers.
According to Hades, these were merely Lesser Gods without voting rights. The true decision-making power of the meeting rested with those existences who possessed the strength of Greater Gods.
Over two and a half years, Gods who received the information had successively rushed back to the Pantheon. The seats within the Pantheon were already mostly filled! Some of these Gods came from the Continent of Gods. The Undead Scourge had swept across the entire Continent of Gods. These spirits of the dead were not all skeleton soldiers that civilians could deal with using pitchforks.
High-level undead creatures were everywhere, including organized Death Knights, a sea of wraiths, and hundreds of powerful Undead Lords, which directly struck terror into the hearts of the Gods who had remained on duty on the Continent of Gods.
As gods, upon witnessing the terror of those spirits of the dead, they immediately chose to slip back to the Pantheon.
Of course, these Gods did not enter and exit the Pantheon through the main gate. It wasn't that there weren't Gods who boasted great strength and foolishly challenged the Old Demon Dragon, but without exception, they all became the Old Demon Dragon's snacks.
Besides the Gods whose true bodies were in the Pantheon and on the Continent of Gods, some Gods were present as incarnations, as their true bodies were located on a certain Habitable Planet in the Real Universe.
There were also some small incidents. Several incarnations of Gods inexplicably dissipated. This situation was not unheard of in the Pantheon, and the Gods knew exactly what it meant.
Only when their true bodies were killed would their incarnations dissipate. And in just these two and a half years, over twenty Gods had been killed.
And without exception, these Gods were all notorious Evil Gods within the Pantheon—
With an evil dragon blocking the gate outside, and the incarnations of the Gods whose true bodies were outside having to worry about God Slayers appearing from who knows where, the Gods within the Pantheon were in a state of anxiety and panic for a time—
The Pantheon remained tightly shut. Mental fluctuations flowed back and forth within the Pantheon. The truly powerful gods who could make decisions within the Pantheon were actually only a dozen or so.
Kane stroked the palm-sized Golden Three-Headed King Ghidorah in his hand, completely ignoring the discussions of the Lesser Gods. He silently covered them with his divine sense, listening clearly to their conversation! Small matters warranted a large meeting, important matters warranted a small meeting, and crucial matters warranted no meeting! A dozen powerful mental fluctuations exchanged information within the Pantheon. Two and a half years were enough for these procrastinating Gods to reach a consensus on certain matters.
A powerful mental fluctuation coldly responded to Hades' request to recommend Kane for entry into the Pantheon: "Hades, Zeus died inexplicably! Your sudden return makes me highly suspicious that Zeus might have conspired with outsiders to kill him. The entry of a powerful god of unknown origin has already threatened the safety and balance of the Pantheon. After our unanimous discussion, we refuse him becoming a member of the Pantheon, and we will expel both you and him from the Pantheon!"
As the words of this jackal-headed deity rang out, the entire Pantheon instantly fell silent. Even the Pantheon itself stopped vibrating.
Hearing the decision of these powerful Gods, the many Gods within the Pantheon cast gloating expressions towards Hades and Kane.
"Hades, according to the resolution of the Gods, you and your people need to leave the Pantheon as soon as possible!"
The jackal-headed deity held a golden scepter in his hand, solemnly announcing the expulsion order to Hades.
The jackal-headed god was also from Earth. He was once the god of death in Ancient Egypt, the famous Anubis.
To some extent, Anubis's authority and divine power overlapped with Hades'. It was precisely because of this that among the dozen or so Gods possessing powerful divine power, Anubis firmly stood on the opposite side of Hades.
"Alright, it's true. I've wasted over two years here with you. I see you're all gathered now. It's time to end this boring farce!"
(end of chapter)