Chapter 271: Full-Scale Invasion by the Primordial Gods!!!
In the Underworld of Greek mythology, there lies a place referred to as Purgatory.
Here stands a gate—a profoundly eerie gate.
The images carved upon it are bizarre, resembling a strange ox, a peculiar serpent, lumps of flesh, and more.
This gate is bound by chains.
"What exactly happened in the eighth round?"
"Why was it abruptly halted?"
The underworld guards stationed at the gate began discussing among themselves.
"It's already the eighth round, and the gods haven't won a single match."
"What kind of situation is this?"
They sighed as well.
The initiation of the final battle between humans and gods, Ragnarök, had always seemed like a joke to them.
Mere humans, daring to challenge the gods one-on-one?
This was overestimating their own abilities, this was only bringing humiliation upon themselves.
But in the end, it was the gods who ended up looking like fools.
After five consecutive losses, there were two draws, leaving the gods with few opportunities left.
One more loss, and it would truly be over.
Just as the group was discussing, a few guards, appearing as usual, walked over to the gates of Purgatory to check if the seals were intact.
With their backs turned to the discussing guards, these few exchanged glances, their faces revealing sinister and tense expressions.
The next moment, one of them took out something and hurled it at the gates of Purgatory.
"Damn it!"
"What are you doing!!!"
"Bastards!!!"
The other soldiers reacted, especially the captain, who immediately launched a ruthless attack without hesitation.
And then—
Thud—!
He stared in shock as a weapon pierced through his body, and the attacker was one of his own comrades.
Not only that, chaos erupted all around as people began turning on each other.
No, it wasn't infighting—it was betrayal!!!
Crack!
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
An ominous sound.
Finally, with a loud crash, just before the captain's consciousness was swallowed by darkness, he saw the gates of Purgatory collapse.
He saw the army on the other side of the gates—the Titans, the Titan gods!
They charged into this world with ferocity, bringing destruction back with them.
He saw the forces of Lord Hades, who were guarding the area, being overwhelmingly slaughtered.
He saw various defensive structures being destroyed, saw fortress-like mountains being annihilated.
"Hurry and deal with this!"
"Advance immediately to Hades' stronghold!"
"Begin reclaiming the world that belongs to us!"
The Titan army began to rampage through this Underworld.
And it wasn't just this Underworld—the flames of war had already ignited in the underworlds, hells, and demon realms of other mythologies as well.
In the grand divine hall.
"Have they not yet returned to support their respective pantheons?"
"Halting the eighth round doesn't seem to be in response to our invasion."
They had thought the sudden halt of the eighth round and the sudden suppression of the Roman Pantheon were measures to counter their invasion, but those gods remained in the central celestial realm.
Now, according to the investigation, the sudden suppression of the Roman Pantheon seemed to be because the God of War, Mars, attempted to use human faith to create gods.
Of course, the collusion between the God of War, Mars, and their side had also been exposed.
But it didn't matter anymore—there was no need to hide now, as everything was progressing smoothly.
Several major gateways had been seized by them, and their forces were continuously pouring in.
In the central celestial realm, which connected all pantheons, the hall of the divine assembly was unusually chaotic.
Many gods had lost contact with their respective divine realms, and some had received messages just before losing contact—they were under invasion!
"The gates of Purgatory in the Greek Underworld have been completely breached!"
Adamas, who uttered these words, had eyes blazing with murderous fury.
Although the Underworld could still contact him, the situation was extremely dire. The divine troops guarding it were steadily losing ground.
"Damn traitors!!!"
The passage from the central Heavenly Realm to the Underworld had also been seized by defectors, making immediate reinforcements nearly impossible.
Thus, the Underworld's army was left isolated and unaided.
With internal strife and external threats, traitors still lurked within, leaking all of the Underworld's strategic arrangements—this could lead to total annihilation.
"Bastards, bastards! I command—"
Another roar was cut short—it was the roar of the God of War, Ares...
He had been ordering his own legions from the Greek stronghold to reinforce the Underworld through a special passage from the Greek Divine Realm, but his legions refused to obey.
They argued that protecting the Greek Heavenly Realm was the top priority at this moment.
More critically, his legions had defected to Apollo's side, absorbed and now controlled by that guy.
"My, my, it seems our Lord Apollo is quite eager to become the chief god of the Greek pantheon,"
Hermes remarked with a smile from the side—a smile dripping with killing intent.
At a time like this, unity should have been paramount, yet this one's first move was to seize authority over the Greek pantheon.
He's probably in cahoots with them, isn't he?
That damn traitor!!!
Looking around the chaotic council hall, the gods were restless. Some began proposing to cancel the Ragnarök duel.
If this continued, Ragnarök would truly come to pass.
But such voices were quickly suppressed—not because any gods forbade them, but because more gods spoke up, leaving the dissenters speechless.
In short, the message was: "Are we gods to turn tail and flee from humanity's challenge? If so, how can we face the Primordial Gods? Are we worthy of the title 'god'? Can we afford to lose this dignity?"
"Enough, all of you, quiet down."
A voice that seemed somewhat leisurely spoke up, but few paid it any mind.
"I said, QUIET!!!"
The tone grew impatient, and in an instant, silence fell—because a terrifying pressure was unleashed.
And this person—no, this god—was seated in the chairman's position.
This god was Buddha.
"Panicking and making such a racket—don't let the humans in the square outside laugh themselves to death," Buddha said as he rose from his reclining position.
"The final battle between humans and gods, Ragnarök, will proceed as scheduled," he declared, and almost no objections were heard.
After a pause, he then uttered words that stunned nearly all the gods.
"Therefore, prepare—the final battle between humans and gods: Round Nine!!!"