Chapter 225: Zeus' Bizarre Transformation!
The surging light eventually faded, as if it had truly possessed the power to reshape the world.
Even so, the sheer destructive force it unleashed was enough to instill fear in countless gods. Many stood up, nervously watching the scene unfold on the screens.
They stared at the shocking, massive scar left behind!
"Si-sister, th-this should mean we've won, right?"
Göll, having snapped back to her senses, spoke with a slightly trembling voice—not out of fear, but from overwhelming excitement.
"This… I don't know."
Though Brunhilde was equally stirred, she couldn't give a definitive answer.
While this strike was something almost no chief god could withstand—having witnessed a similar attack annihilate a terrifying Beast of the Apocalypse in their historical experience—that beast was no less formidable than Jörmungandr, if not more so. Yet, it was obliterated by a single blow.
If such an event occurred, why did no one know about it?
Because it didn't happen in the main world's reality but within a special space—one even the gods struggled to detect.
Brunhilde suspected that this Beast of the Apocalypse was created by the primordial gods in an attempt to seize something—the World Tree of the main reality!
Returning to the question at hand: Had Zeus truly been destroyed? Did she truly understand the power of some chief gods?
"Did we win?"
This question came from one of the visitors from another world—Le Fay Pendragon—her voice filled with palpable tension.
This earth-shattering clash between man and god was an unprecedented spectacle that repeatedly made her heart leap into her throat.
"Something's odd."
The one murmuring this while resting her chin in her hand was Serafall.
Currently, she had stopped using the Akashic System's acceleration feature—the burden was too great—so she was multitasking.
While watching attack movements invisible to the naked eye, she was simultaneously reviewing King Arthur's historical records. These glasses could also retrieve his life's achievements.
However, after examining them, she found that although this King Arthur had left behind a fairly reputable legacy in history, she couldn't find anything particularly extraordinary.
So why was such an ordinary figure from the records so formidable?
Clearly, the data was problematic—it was fabricated. But why provide false information?
Oh?
These glasses were quite interesting, almost as if connected to a network, displaying forums discussing King Arthur's deeds where both gods and humans were voicing their opinions.
Many were puzzled by the bizarre nature of King Arthur's recorded history.
Then, several replies caught Serafall's attention, genuinely questioning whether the surface-level data might be falsified.
To uncover the truth, one would need to use another function of the Akashic System—seemingly the ability to travel back in time and witness that era firsthand.
However, since Ragnarök was currently underway, access to the Akashic System was under the Valkyrie's control.
Without her permission, gods couldn't freely enter or use it, preventing them from causing disruptions or interfering with her selection of human champions.
Of course, how could Brunhilde, a demigod Valkyrie, possess such authority? This power was granted through authorization by the Council of Gods.
Moreover, if any god actually attempted to cause trouble, other deities would become aware and severely scorn them, viewing it as bringing shame upon all gods.
To think someone would fear humans so much as to want to interfere with Brunhilde's human selections.
And how was Valkyrie Brunhilde able to locate these exceptional humans in the first place?
This was clearly suspicious too—how did she know?
Thus, many speculated that there was a mastermind behind the Valkyrie guiding her.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted, snapping Serafall back to attention as she focused on the arena's projection.
From the depths of the split earth, a figure gradually came into focus as the camera zoomed in—it was Zeus, chairman of the Council of Gods.
A horrifying gash stretched across his body, nearly cleaving his chest open, crimson blood staining the ground beneath him.
So, had Zeus fallen in battle?
Had King Arthur emerged victorious?
"No, how is this possible? How could Father be dead!!!"
The first to cry out in denial was the God of War, Ares.
"He's not dead yet!"
Huh? Hermes said he wasn't dead?
The moment those words were spoken, Father stirred, staggering unsteadily to his feet.
Seeing him barely able to stand, the hearts of the divine spectators grew heavier.
Meanwhile, some chief gods from Zeus's era, those who understood his true capabilities, wore intrigued expressions.
Pushed to such extremes, surely he would finally reveal his real power.
"Kukuku~"
Zeus was laughing, but this laughter differed from before. His body trembled—a sign of extreme exhilaration.
"This is truly wonderful. How long has it been? I've almost forgotten. Finally, there's someone who can make me use that again."
As he spoke, his body trembled even more violently.
"King Arthur, I acknowledge your strength. You are an opponent worthy of me unleashing my true power, a truly magnificent opponent!!!"
Then, after saying this, Zeus suddenly wrapped his arms around himself.
In the next instant, he began squeezing himself with tremendous force.
"Wh-what is he doing?"
"This will worsen his injuries!"
"His body is deforming!"
Shouts of alarm erupted one after another, as Zeus forcibly compressed his rock-like giant body. This caused the severe wound on his chest to gush with even more fresh blood.
Was he trying to kill himself?
"Wh-what is this?!"
Irina, one of the girls from the parallel world observing from the spectator stands, also cried out in horror.
"No, is his body transforming?"
Rossweisse murmured uncertainly.
At the same time, an inexplicable sense of dread swept over her without warning, making her shiver.
There was no mistaking this chilling sensation—it was emanating from this chief god.
Didn't he just say he would unleash his true power?
Had he not been using his true strength until now?
As the chief god's body continued to compress, the moment it twisted and deformed into an abnormally horrifying state, it suddenly shrank in an instant.
No, it was more like it had been dehydrated!!!
Thus, a figure resembling a desiccated corpse appeared in everyone's field of vision.