Chapter 236: Chaos in the Seventh Round of Ragnarök Begins
There was only one hour left until the seventh round of the final battle between humans and gods, Ragnarök.
Yet the arena was already abnormally packed to capacity.
On one hand, the number of human spectators kept increasing, with no rotation system in place—all who had attended previous matches were present again.
On the other hand, the divine spectators were also growing in number.
Many gods who had previously been like recluses, indifferent to the outside world, or even sleeping had now gathered here.
The main reason was Zeus's death, which had shaken these individuals too profoundly.
Thus, the sky above the overcrowded arena was filled with gods and buddhas.
"Who is that?"
"Hmm, exactly who you think it is."
"I never expected them to show up too."
"With Lord Zeus fallen in battle, how could they not be stirred?"
Many gods were also whispering about deities they had never seen before.
"By the way, where will the venue for this match be?"
"Isn't it the same as before?"
"That place is nearly destroyed—how can they fight there?"
"Besides, would the lord representing our side even be willing to use the arena Zeus fought in?"
"There must be arrangements for another venue."
The gods were also buzzing with discussions about this.
One after another, they speculated about which location might be chosen as the duel ground.
"What?! Bastard!"
Among the Greek pantheon, the God of Conquest's face was dark with fury.
Although he had never gotten along with Zeus in the past, after all, that was his younger brother. And after all this time, he had sobered up, no longer holding any genuine resentment toward him.
Thus, his brother's death pained him deeply.
He wanted revenge, to fight in the next round, but his request was denied—simply because he wasn't qualified. This infuriated him.
He was unwilling, terribly unwilling, but the truth was, his strength couldn't even match Poseidon before him, let alone Zeus or Hades.
And now, one matter made him absolutely livid: a report from his subordinate guarding the inferno.
"Does he think that with Hades gone, he can become the new ruler of the underworld? Damn Thanatos!"
Thanatos was like Hades's right-hand man. After Hades's death, he immediately took charge as the acting ruler of the underworld.
More importantly, that guy promptly stripped God of Conquest Adamas of his position as general guarding the inferno, promoting the former deputy general instead.
Damn it! Damn it!
He glanced sideways at Poseidon. This guy had also encountered some trouble after leaving his own domain—it seemed his subordinates were feuding and rebelling?
After receiving the report, Poseidon merely said, "Noted," and paid it no further mind.
"What's wrong, Hermes?"
This god, who had long accompanied Zeus, had received some news and now wore an unusually grim expression.
"Someone is proposing to immediately decide the next King of Gods."
Hermes spoke these words with a sinister smile.
"What? Which bastard suggested that?!!"
The War God Ares, who had been slumped in despair with his head buried in his knees, suddenly sprang up.
"I don't know, but such rumors suddenly started spreading below," Hermes said, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
After two great generals of Greek mythology had fallen in battle one after another, all sorts of hidden monsters and demons had come out to cause trouble, hadn't they?
Were they trying to tear the Greek pantheon apart and devour it while they had the chance?
And this chaos wasn't limited to the Greek pantheon alone—the Norse pantheon was also in turmoil. It was said that the Æsir and Vanir were once again dividing territories.
Meanwhile, the Amatsukami of Takamagahara were also facing headaches, as the star deity Amatsu-Mikaboshi was attempting to reclaim his authority, sparking chaos within the divine system.
In short, many pantheons suddenly saw all their contradictions erupt during this period.
It seemed like these issues could be attributed to the problems arising after the start of Ragnarök, but Hermes, of course, sensed deeper underlying causes.
It appeared that a great war engulfing all pantheons was about to break out for the second time.
Heh heh heh, it truly filled him with anticipation!
This time, he would tear them apart completely, eliminating any future threats!
In the Valkyrie spectator stands.
"Miss Rossweisse, who do you think it will be?" Le Fay asked the Valkyrie from another world.
"I can't guess either," Rossweisse could only reply with a bitter smile.
She wasn't a Valkyrie of this world, so how could she possibly have any insider information?
She also glanced around the abnormally massive colosseum, seeing the countless Asuras, gods, and buddhas, their auras so overwhelming they made her feel suffocated.
If ordinary humans from her world witnessed this scene, most would likely faint from sheer terror or collapse to their knees, legs giving way.
Yet, now, the humans occupying half of this colosseum seemed to take it all in stride, casually discussing among themselves.
In the blink of an eye, an hour was about to pass.
"Finally, it's time! Let us enter the battlefield for the seventh round!" Heimdall declared, raising his hand high toward the sky.
At that moment, the world turned upside down.
The sky became like the earth.
Everyone began falling toward the sky.
After passing through a layer of clouds, everyone saw a land filled with stone forests.
As they drew closer to the surface, they realized that the conical stone forests were, in fact, towering mountains.
And at the center of countless mountains stood one peak, hailed as the highest in the world, encircled by the others.
"This place is—!"
"So it really is that god!!"
Some of the gods in the arena recognized it—this was the very colosseum where that god stood at the pinnacle of his pantheon!
Then, as everyone continued to fall, expecting to crash heavily onto the ground, they came to an abrupt halt just before impact, giving them a slight thrill.
The moment they steadied themselves after the world's inversion, the environment suddenly changed.
The sky instantly darkened, thunder roared, and countless lightning strikes rained down, blasting apart many mountain peaks.
Simultaneously, tornadoes descended from the sky, ravaging the land, painting a scene of apocalyptic destruction.
Amid this spectacle, a massive, faint shadow could be glimpsed writhing within the clouds.
It seemed to be... dancing?