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Zhou Ye wiped them all out, taking them all, including their weapons, a complete annihilation.
And then there's his damned grandson, Wally.
God knows where that battle maniac is hiding now, waiting for an opportunity to stab me in the back.
The chess pieces on the board were almost completely cleared away.
But the enemy now includes an incomprehensible, extraordinarily large monster.
It's a dead end no matter how you look at it.
Give up?
The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he extinguished it.
Give up, and then what?
Waiting for Sazex and that Zhou Ye to team up and drag me out of some corner of the dimensional world for trial? Execution?
No.
no way!
The more desperate the situation, the more crazy you have to be!
Li Zewim suddenly raised his head, and that familiar, chilling, morbid fanaticism reappeared on his pale face.
"Of course we must proceed according to the original plan!"
His tone was sharp and excited.
"Why not? If you lose a piece, just find a new one! If the card table is messed up, just overturn it completely!"
He stood up and paced back and forth nervously.
"Does that brat Sazex think he's won? He must be having a terrible headache right now! With Indra dead, Mount Sumeru is leaderless, and the entire Eastern pantheon will descend into chaos! This is our chance!"
He stopped abruptly and stared intently at Euclid.
"Go! Contact our allies immediately! Tell that old, undead skeleton Hades!"
"Just say it, Indra is dead!"
“He was crushed to death by Sazex’s brother-in-law, Zhou Ye, in front of everyone, like an ant!”
Lee Zevheim's expression became extremely distorted.
“Tell him the show has only just begun! Let him decide what he wants to do!”
"Don't think you're safe just by playing dead in the underworld! Zhou Ye, and Sazex, will come after him sooner or later! Don't forget, he's still keeping an eye on something!"
"【Dragon Eater】Samael!"
"That's the place where even the God of the Bible specially created and imprisoned the poisonous dragon, yet it escaped! Hades, if he wants to keep his position and get a share of this chaos, must make a choice!"
Euclid was infected by Li Zevheim's rekindled madness, and he immediately lowered his head.
“I understand, Lord Li Zevm.”
"I'll do it right away."
Euclid's figure quickly disappeared at the other end of the space.
In the entire dimensional rift, only Li Zevim and the excessively quiet "Valerie" remained.
He slowly walked to the girl's side and looked down at the so-called "Holy Grail of the Underworld" in her arms.
do not know why.
That feeling of emptiness returned.
He frowned, then reached out a finger and gently touched the body of the Holy Grail.
Cold and rigid.
Although the energy surging within was immense, it lacked a certain... core "spirituality".
"Illusion?"
He shook his head, attributing the strange feeling to the fright he had experienced earlier.
Now is not the time to dwell on these details.
His plans have been forced into a more insane and unpredictable direction because of Zhou Ye's appearance.
He needs chaos.
We need to drag everyone down with us.
Whether it's a god, a demon king, or that monster named Zhou Ye.
Let's all smash this world to pieces!
Time passed slowly in the deathly silence of waiting.
About an hour later.
Euclid reappeared, his expression carrying a strange excitement.
"Lord Rizevim!"
"There's new information!"
Li Zevheim turned around and gave an expectant smile.
"Oh? What did that old man say?"
"No, it's more interesting than that."
Euclid handed over a piece of information encrypted with magic.
"Hades, I propose convening a World Pantheon Conference!"
Li Zevheim paused for a moment.
"what?"
"Hades, as the lord of the underworld and the representative of the Greek pantheon, issued an urgent summons to Asgard, the Japanese Shinto pantheon, the Celtic pantheon, and all the major existing mythological systems."
Euclid's speech quickened, revealing an barely suppressed excitement.
The theme of the meeting is...
"Discussing how to deal with the increasingly rampant terrorist organization, the [Group of Calamity]..."
"as well as!"
"That extremely evil being who suddenly appeared and cruelly murdered the Heavenly Emperor Shitian..."
"The Godslayer, Zhou Ye!"
Euclid's words echoed in the empty dimensional rift.
Li Zevim's expression shifted from astonishment to blankness, and finally, transformed into an extreme ecstasy.
He opened his arms and laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
“Haha…hahahahahahaha!”
"Well done, Hades! You old fox! You certainly didn't disappoint me!"
He got it.
Hades' move was absolutely brilliant!
He put himself and the scourge in the open, making them targets to draw attention.
At the same time, Zhou Ye, this extraordinary monster, was also defined as "the world's public enemy"!
He's using someone else's strength against them!
He intends to use the power of all pantheons to test, wear down, and even eliminate Zhou Ye, this enormous threat!
He himself could remain calm and collected, and even in the chaos, he could bring the remaining forces of the Calamity Gang and Zhou Ye's enemies under his control!
"Good! Great!"
Li Zevheim rubbed his hands together excitedly.
"Now, the whole world will never have peace!"
"Let gods kill gods! Let monsters fight monsters!"
"Let's stay backstage and enjoy this magnificent performance!"
The morbid smile on his face became more distorted and excited than ever before.
A storm that will sweep through all mythologies is about to begin.
But he wasn't the one who ignited all of this.
It was Hades, the cunning and scheming ruler of the underworld.
There's another one, a man named Zhou Ye.
Chapter 302 World Pantheon Tournament
World Theology Conference?
That name sounds pretty intimidating.
In reality, it was nothing more than a spoils-sharing meeting, or rather, a blame-shifting meeting, held in the shadow of Mount Olympus.
Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology, leans back on his throne, his single eye gleaming with runes, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.
Anubis, the Egyptian jackal-headed god, stands silently in the shadows, holding the scales of judgment. His presence is minimal, yet no one dares to ignore him.
The Japanese Shinto deity Amaterasu, shrouded in a thick veil, appears ethereal and indistinct.
Representatives from Celtic, Indian, and other struggling mythological systems—all the god-kings whose names are known—were present.
The meeting was ostensibly to discuss how to deal with the troublesome group.
In reality, every god present harbored a burning anger within them, a anger directed at the biblical pantheon.
That fool Indra, who offended people everywhere and stirred up trouble, is dead. Good riddance.