Chapter 670: Confrontation

On April 21, 4002 of the Light Calendar, 'Guardian Angel' Achilles, along with numerous fully armed mortal soldiers and armored vehicles, landed on Granton Island.

On the opposing beach defenses built by the Beast Empire, countless machine gun bullets were sweeping over, striking the water and sand, raising massive columns of water and sand. More attacks hit the armored vehicles and the soldiers' magical power armor, constantly making a 'clanging' sound, sometimes so dense it made one's scalp tingle.

Fortunately, the Beast Empire's industry was backward, lacking alchemists on a large scale. They had no decent armor-piercing rounds, and magical rune bullets were extremely scarce.

At this time, under Achilles' 'protection', the defensive capabilities of all landing forces along this coastline were greatly increased, enhanced by at least three times compared to normal conditions!

The only things that could pose some threat to them were the rocket launchers and artillery shells from the opposite side. However, the Beast Empire had deployed very few rocket launchers and cannons on Granton Island, and the few that existed were all pinpointed and eliminated by the naval guns of the allied fleet. Any that remained would face devastating countermeasures as soon as they showed themselves.

The newly developed shipborne heavy 'electromagnetic cannon' by the Light Magic Group had a range far exceeding conventional artillery, with an effective firing distance of up to 3,400 kilometers and a projectile speed of Mach 180, so fast that even main gods could not easily intercept it. Moreover, its ammunition was very cheap, with performance comparable to medium-range precision-guided missiles but at only one-thirtieth the cost. Since most of the ammunition for the Destiny System was manufactured by Huaxia, costs were further reduced to one-eightieth of the standard military missile 'Spear of Destiny'.

It was precisely because of this top-secret new artillery that several pantheons, including Asa, had suffered heavy losses before the fortresses they had built.

At this moment, the more than 300 electromagnetic cannons of the allied fleet not only suppressed the beach defenses on the island but also bombarded the several castles and fortresses built by the Beast Empire behind the defenses until they were nearly ruined.

—If not for the planned landing on Granton Island, the Beast Empire would never have been able to send their army to Hawaii!

In the midst of this unstoppable advance, Achilles sensed that his enemy had arrived. A figure surrounded by crimson light descended before him.

This person wore a red battle armor and stood on a chariot drawn by four horses. His spear, wreathed in flames, swept across the battlefield for three kilometers around, directly annihilating nearly one-tenth of the mortal soldiers in that area. Of the rest, some were paralyzed on the ground, while most fled as far as possible—the 'Holy Protection Rune' engraved on their armor had taken effect.

Under the combined protection of Achilles, Earth Angel 'Christine', and 'Eternal Angel' Atlas, the vast majority of them escaped this deadly calamity.

“Ares!”

Achilles raised his shield: “After four thousand years, we have another chance to fight.”

“Bastard!”

Ares looked at him coldly: “I should have killed you when you were still on Mount Olympus. I told Zeus long ago that you were a curse, an ungrateful bastard, yet he still made you a god!”

“Yes, that time was the only period when you could freely butcher me. That was a prison, and I was your slave. Any of your descendants could trample me into the mud. But now, you no longer have that chance!”

Achilles stared grimly at the God of War of Olympus: “While I was imprisoned, I always had a wish: I would personally shatter your sacred mountain and make all of you wail in the Styx—”

“A loser's fantasy, I have no interest in hearing it. You will never achieve it, Achilles.”

Ares's expression was contemptuous: “I will kill you here today!”

His chariot began to race, carrying vast thunder and fire, like a fiery bolt of lightning charging toward Achilles. The latter, having anticipated this, easily dodged aside using the authority granted by the Lord of Destiny.

But Ares's war spear also struck at Achilles's body at that moment. Fortunately, the spear hit the long shield in Achilles's hand. The immense impact force caused Ares on the chariot to lean back, while Achilles was sent flying backward five kilometers across the sea surface.

Yet Achilles was not alarmed but delighted. His 'Trojan Shield' had withstood the opponent's Flame Spear, and from the result of the clash, the two pieces of equipment were comparable in ability and grade.

This had been his greatest worry. The Olympian pantheon, rising from the mythical age, possessed numerous mythical treasures. And he, Achilles, though his mother had done everything she could to plan for him, found it difficult to collect the finest materials after the mythical age.

He had to seek help from the God of Industry, Anthony, asking him to personally design and forge this 'Trojan Shield', incorporating many modern technologies into it. He named it 'Trojan' to remind himself not to repeat past mistakes.

From this exchange, the 'Trojan Shield' fully lived up to his expectations, able to stand against Ares's powerful divine artifacts that had dominated the first year of the Light Calendar!

At this moment, Ares on the chariot also narrowed his eyes slightly. It was not because of the shield in Achilles's hand, but because of the pseudo-truth-level 'combat' skill the latter had displayed in that instant of clash.

This bastard, son of the sea goddess Thetis and Peleus, had actually elevated his combat技艺 to a level comparable to his own.

Yet he, Ares, had only stood at the threshold of truth in the fifth year after returning to this world, when the combat primordial force of this world surged infinitely.

Damn it! During the Trojan War, Ares had foreseen that if anyone among the Titan gods besides Athena could shake his position as the God of War, it would be this Achilles. He should have killed him long ago, instead of worrying about the opinions of the gods.

The two soon engaged in a second clash. Under the impact of the God of War Ares's chariot and spear, their battlefield quickly shifted from the beach to the sea.

Due to the existence of the magic net, they could not mobilize more magical energy. But their divine power still caused the surrounding sea to raise kilometer-high giant waves, with destructive gales and airwaves rolling outward in all directions.

However, at this time, the gods fighting on the sea surface were not just this pair.

'Fenrir the Wolf' and 'Thor the Thunder God', 'Sea Goddess Thetis' and 'Sea King Poseidon', 'God of Storms and Floods' Wick Wood and another 'Sea King' from the North, Njord, 'Eternal Angel' Atlas and 'Guardian God' Heimdall, Anthony and Hephaestus, 'Nature Goddess' Artemis and 'Sky and Earth Goddess' Frigg of Asa, 'God of Travel, Adventure, Exploration, and Mercenaries' Field and the Zoroastrian angel 'Angel of Reproduction' Vahman, 'Disaster Dragon Angel' Hazel and the Zoroastrian 'Fire Angel' Atar, 'War Angel' Robert and 'Queen of Olympus' Hera—dozens of powerful gods and main gods, even pseudo-god kings and deputy god kings, were dueling fiercely on the sea surface of Granton Island, filling the entire battlefield with divine power and death.

The landing ships of the allied forces were almost all capsized in this grand-scale divine war. The vast majority of people followed the pre-drilled escape plan and submerged into the deep sea. They used small anchors to fix themselves to the seabed and relied on the life support systems of their magical power armor to maintain breathing.

Yet still, a large number of soldiers died during the descent. Even with the buffering of seawater, the divine power of those main gods could directly shatter their bodies and organs. Only those who directly contacted the seabed could gain a chance of survival. The Earth Angel 'Christine's earth divine authority continuously reinforced their armor and, in a very short time, constructed hundreds of shelters for them. The simple magic arrays carried by these soldiers could temporarily strengthen these shelters to withstand earthquakes of magnitude eight.

However, what truly turned danger into safety was the serpentine body of Jörmungandr coiled here. This world serpent absorbed a large amount of the force and impact that reached the seabed.

The situation on the ground was even simpler. The soldiers who had rushed onto the beachhead either created makeshift cover on the spot or used the enemy's defensive fortifications.

The probability of a divine war on Granton Island was close to 100%. Rommel and his staff team had long prepared contingency plans, and all equipment of the Marine Corps participating in this landing operation had been specially reinforced.

“Ready to face defeat, Ares?”

After more than three hundred clashes, Achilles had adapted to the opponent's rhythm, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

“Ready to face another defeat, Ares? Use a bit more strength, or I will kill you here. You, a useless God of War, without your mother Hera and Zeus's favor, you would be nothing.”

These were not just insulting words; in this place, Achilles truly had the confidence to defeat Ares.

The allied fleet of over a thousand ships and 230 magic towers, about three thousand kilometers from Granton Island, had been maintaining a massive magical energy array. With this array, they continuously provided support.

Let the laws of this world weave a net, producing changes more favorable to them.

—In terms of divine power consumption alone, Achilles had only a third of his opponent's.

Beyond that, the 'Equal Domain' of the Fate Lord also covered this region. This prevented Ares, whose divine rank had reached nineteen, from gaining the advantage he should have had in battle.

Ares no longer wished to speak with Achilles. His flame war spear had erupted to its fullest, continuously thrusting at Achilles. His war, combat, flame, and thunder had all peaked, exerting twelve-tenths of his full strength.

But the 'Guardian Angel' Achilles was no longer limited to defense. Amid Ares' tidal onslaught, he could still seize openings to counterattack, grasping those fleeting opportunities to slash his sword at his opponent.

It was a azure longsword named 'Godslayer'. The 'Trojan War Shield' reminded him not to forget the defeat of thousands of years ago, while this 'Godslayer' sword embodied his wish to slaughter the gods.

Boom!

That was Achilles' 'Godslayer' sword, carving a thin trail of blood across the chest of Ares' chariot horse 'Conabos' (meaning Riot).

The wound was not severe, but it forced the war god Ares to temporarily retreat thirty kilometers to the sea to regroup.

"See, Ares!"

Achilles' lips curled slightly, his eyes shining like stars: "You will soon be no match for me. In at most a year or two, I will kill you."

This was precisely why he had joined the Fate Lord's ranks, becoming the latter's angel. The divine power provided by the latter indeed helped him refine a new body in the shortest time.

But if not for the heavy pressure and danger brought by the Olympian pantheon, if not for the flames of revenge gnawing at his heart every moment, Achilles would not have abandoned a more promising future to become the Fate Lord's angel.

The Fate Lord had indeed shown him kindness, but there were many ways to repay that kindness.

And now, he was close to achieving his goal.

"I told you, you will never succeed, and you won't live to see that day!"

Ares snorted coldly, then looked toward the allied fleet: "Your lord, the Fate Lord Andre Lee Willenstein, is about to die!"

Though reluctant to admit it, the Achilles before him was no longer someone he could defeat alone.

That 'pseudo-truth'-level combat divine authority had dashed all his hopes of killing more Fate-system gods here. Ares could only hope that the several deputy god-kings on their side would break the deadlock soon, or that his father and the other god-kings would quickly eliminate that human mongrel god-king.

In his view, all this was achievable, just a matter of time.

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Michael, the 'Levantine Guardian, King of Holy War, Strongest Angel,' faced Prometheus. Yet from the start of the battle, he found he had underestimated his opponent.

As a being infinitely close to a chief god-king, he should have driven off or killed Prometheus within thirty minutes.

But this 'Creator of Humanity' and 'Olympian Prophet and God of Prophecy' displayed abilities beyond his expectations.

—That was truth-level 'Prophecy,' the second 'truth' authority Prometheus wielded besides 'Flame'!

Relying on this authority, Prometheus flawlessly evaded all his attacks—even though all his attacks were at light speed and time around them was nearly frozen by Michael.

Conversely, the lingering truth-level 'Flame' could not be ignored. Not only that, but he had to focus entirely on it. The combination of flame and prophecy meant that if Michael let his guard down even slightly, he could be severely wounded.

Prometheus indeed lacked speed comparable to Michael, but he could make his 'Flame' burn in the right places.

This ancient Titan, like Michael himself, was already qualified to be among the many god-kings!

"Your opponent today will be only me, Lord Michael!"

At this moment, Prometheus suddenly spread three pairs of fiery wings from his back: "As fellow strongest among angels, I look forward to the final outcome between us."

Michael instantly understood why Prometheus had mastered truth-level 'Prophecy'! It must be an amplification of the Fate Lord's power.

A closer relationship than that of a subordinate god, along with the Fate Lord's mastery of time and fate, allowed him to foresee the future more easily. It was a shortcut, but it indeed enabled Prometheus to grasp a second truth.

—This Prometheus had actually willingly become the angel of a mortal god!

Michael did not reply, only further intensified the power of his thunder slashes. The flow of time between them was extremely slow; Michael's strike speed reached thirty thousand times per second, and he could not go faster. The only way to break the deadlock was thunder.

Besides truth-level 'Light' and equally truth-level 'Combat,' Michael also wielded pseudo-truth-level 'Lightning.' And the nearby marine environment could maximally suppress his opponent's flame.

Michael believed that given enough time, he would surely defeat his opponent!

"Your power, my lord, is truly terrifying! Worthy of the King of Holy War."

Prometheus' eyes burned like ghostly flames: "But as the price for giving up divine rank 20, the power I now possess is not limited to this."

At that moment, the time around him began to warp and churn violently. This ultimate time authority, though unable to affect Michael directly, was enough to disrupt his strike speed, reducing his slashes to below twenty thousand per second and preventing him from maintaining light speed at all times.

The suddenly accelerated time forced even light to warp or detour.

He was the god of prophecy and foresight who saved Greek humanity and preserved Greek civilization. The 'merit' power he possessed was twice that of Angela.

If not for insufficient time and a slight lack of 'merit,' Prometheus was confident he could use wish magic to elevate his prophecy authority to truth level.

This was a power greater than foresight; foresight only foretold and knew in advance, while prophecy combined the power of speech, where words became reality—saying 'let there be light' and there was light, saying 'let there be darkness opposite to light' and there was darkness—a nearly creator-like authority.

And under normal study and cultivation, Prometheus might have needed over a hundred thousand years to take this step.

The same philosophy, along with immense benefits, was why Prometheus gave up on advancing further in divinity to become an angel under Li Mochen.

At the same time that Prometheus and Michael were locked in a fierce battle at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye, another angel wielding the truth-level authority of 'Light'—Mithra, the Light Angel of the Zoroastrian pantheon—was also caught in a bitter struggle.

His opponent was the 'Supreme Dragon God' Ao, who had recently officially become a subordinate god of the Mandate of Heaven, unleashing on the battlefield a combat power truly befitting a pseudo-god-king, along with a regenerative ability far surpassing that level.

It lacked truth-level divine authority but used pseudo-truth-level 'Ice' and 'Darkness', along with ultimate 'Time' and 'Space', to reduce the opponent's light to a level it could handle.

This progenitor of nearly all dragons in the Bright World possessed abilities so comprehensive as to be astonishing!

Yet the most surprising turn on the battlefield was that the 'Holy Fire Angel' Uriel was forcibly banished to the outer realms by Li Mochen's magical pet, 'Dragon Pulse'.

This was the most unexpected development—Uriel was a powerful existence at the pseudo-god-king level, with his fire and light both reaching pseudo-truth level. Yet this angel king, second only to Michael and Gabriel in the Heavenly Kingdom, was dragged by 'Dragon Pulse' into the void beyond the Bright World, revealing his inadequacy in spatial abilities.

"Here, I am the void! I am the shadow!"

In the great void, Dragon Pulse roared with feigned majesty: "Uriel, don't you dare—"

He tried hard to mimic the grandeur of the Supreme Dragon God Ao, but unfortunately, a single sword strike from Uriel forced him to swallow his words and hastily shift position.

However, this 'Holy Fire Angel' could do little to him in the void; here, Dragon Pulse could not only merge with shadow and nothingness but also freely manipulate spatial forces.

Additionally, Li Mochen had crafted for him a small 'Small Cycle Void Sword Array' consisting of only one hundred and eight swords, allowing him to shift positions even more freely.

Of course, Dragon Pulse could do nothing to 'Holy Fire Angel' Uriel either; none of his attacks could breach Uriel's armor of light.

But his task was merely to hold off this pseudo-god-king. Even keeping him in the void for two or three days would be a great support to his father.

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"Unbelievable, that he still has such spare strength under these circumstances."

Inside a medium-sized warship high above, the God of Desire and Temptation, Lord, looked incredulously at the battlefield below.

"The Winter Goddess Hela, the Earth Angel Kristin, the newly appointed Freedom Angel Delphinia Ederick, and that World Serpent have yet to appear on the battlefield."

This situation was indeed exaggerated; even with the three pantheons joining forces, they still couldn't force the Mandate of Heaven pantheon to use its full strength.

Their fleet formation wasn't particularly powerful either, far inferior to a divine kingdom. And the Aesir pantheon still had support on Granden Island. Yet the current battle had reached a stalemate, and judging by the situation, this war wouldn't see a resolution in three to five days.

As for the few who had yet to appear on the battlefield, the 'World Serpent' Jörmungandr's strength was unfathomable; it now lurked deep beneath the sea, waiting for an opportunity, though currently without an opponent. The 'Freedom Angel' Delphinia Ederick should now be capable of contending with a pseudo-god-king—her 'Banishment' was utterly unreasonable, far more domineering than that shadow dragon's.

As for the Winter Goddess Hela and the Earth Angel Kristin, the former was one of the three siblings prophesied to eventually destroy the Aesir pantheon, with unparalleled talent; the latter, Kristin, who had risen to become a major god in just a few short years, was also not to be ignored.

These were true 'spare strength', unlike Lord himself, who stood here while the 'God of Language, Fairy Tales, and Legends', Green, had been waiting for him to appear.

Though the latter was at the major god level, he could to some extent ignore Lord's desire and temptation, not fearing a pseudo-god-king like Lord, whose divine authority had clear flaws.

Thinking this, Lord felt his scalp tingle, an involuntary shiver spreading through his body.

He sensed that he, along with the god-kings of the various pantheons, had made a grave mistake.

First, they had underestimated the native forces of the Bright World, and then, despite extreme caution, they had still underestimated the growth rate of that Mandate of Heaven.

Unbeknownst to them, he had already amassed a following as vast as that of the Lord of Radiance, perhaps even surpassing it, given that the latter's inclusiveness made it easier to attract powerful subordinate gods.

"Hades encountered resistance in the Underworld. He says the Underworld and the Dream Goddess Angela are now stronger and more perfect than before. He regrets that they cannot take Twilight Dragon City."

Zeus sat on the east side of the round table in this meeting room, but it was the Victory Goddess Nike standing behind him who spoke.

This news was undoubtedly bad, and Zeus's expression was grim. Hades had not gone alone; he had brought two of the twelve Olympian major gods, including the newly joined Miracle Angel, Wima Medici.

"It seems the situation is dire. We still chose the wrong battlefield."

Odin stared at Zeus: "So the Night Goddess is also not planning to participate in this war, is she?"

The reason it was called the wrong battlefield was that, with the enemy's fleet formation intact, those faith gods could basically fight against ancient gods of the same rank on their own.

And the Night Goddess Nyx, though not part of the Titan clan, was an important member of several generations of the Greek divine court.

Thus, it was Zeus's responsibility to persuade and contact Nyx.

"She refused!"

Zeus said grimly: "She says she cannot participate in this battle now."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood the implication. It was 'cannot', not 'unwilling'.

Obviously, the Night Goddess Nyx was being held back by some factor.

"What about Rhea?"

"Unfortunately, Gaia does not allow her to fight."

On the other side, Ahura looked at the 'Sun' on the south side of the round table.

"I do not see Isis or Satan."

But the Lord of Radiance did not respond at all; the radiance remained as dazzling as ever, with no change in its spectrum.

However, beside him stood the Divine Sheriff Gabriel, his gaze cold: "Twenty-four of the twenty-six Angel Kings before my Lord are engaged in battle. And Your Majesty, your half-body has yet to appear."

These twenty-four participating angels included Gabriel himself. The enemy had fielded the 'God of Gas and Electromagnetism', also the mage 'Magnetic Storm Monarch' Faraday, and Fenrir's two children, Hati and Sköll. These three major god-level powerful beings left him helpless, and his own mastery of 'Fairness' and 'Punishment' would interfere with many allies here, so Gabriel simply withdrew to the Lord of Radiance's side to observe.

He believed Ahura bore ill intentions. Everyone knew that the Holy Mother was still severely injured, with the evil fire within her body yet to be completely removed.

As for Satan, the situation was even worse. Although he had ceded the deepest layer of the Abyss, improving his circumstances.

But Lucifer—that traitor, an ally of Andrew Lee Wieldenstein—had been relentlessly targeting Satan, tirelessly striking at him. This had prevented Satan's injuries from healing. The ruler of the Abyss, the collector of sinful souls, had had no time to recuperate over the past half year.

And the forced participation of these two might fundamentally shake the foundations of the Radiant Heavenly Kingdom.

"But if Her Highness Isis does not appear, how dare I let my half-body come?"

Ahura's lips curled slightly, a hint of sarcasm in his smile: "Besides, why should I commit my full strength? That Mandate of Heaven cannot affect me for now, can he?"

"Stop arguing, everyone!"

Odin's voice thundered like a thunderclap, rolling through the meeting room and suppressing all other sounds.

"First, I must thank you all for your assistance! Without your arrival, I would have lost this island. But I think the reason you are all here is that you have sensed the threat of that Mandate of Heaven. You must admit, he is now very powerful, with very full wings, and he will become even stronger soon. This one's power grows at a rate that must be measured in seconds. And now, we cannot let him continue, otherwise—"

"Otherwise, all of us will be driven out of this world by him."

Zeus snorted: "If we can kill him, that would be best. If not, we must at least destroy his pantheon and force him to withdraw from this world."

"Given the current situation, we can only take action ourselves."

Ahura looked at the distant image, his expression casual yet tinged with self-mockery: "Ha! Four god-kings joining forces—even Gaia never received such treatment—"

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At this moment, the Destiny Township Magic Tower had also descended above the fleet.

It was like a king taking his throne; the magical energy content within the magical array formed by the many warships and magic towers instantly increased by at least two times.

And on the fortieth floor of this magic tower, Li Mochen looked coldly at the warships in the clouds.

"Four god-kings joining forces."

Anthony's image appeared before Li Mochen; he was piloting 'Mechanical God of War No. 3' in battle against the Forge God Hephaestus.

Perhaps due to the urgency of the battle, he couldn't spare a glance at Li Mochen.

"Do you have a handle on this, Andrew?"

"You overestimate me, Anthony. The Lord of Radiance's strength is no less than Gaia's, perhaps even greater. How could I possibly win?"

This statement from Li Mochen clearly made Anthony's breath catch. But his next words quickly calmed the Industrial Lord's emotions.

"Fortunately, I have help, so this time it will still be one against two. I should be able to hold out for a while. Three to five days is no problem, at least enough for all our people to retreat safely."

Anthony's lips twitched: "Then what was the point of attacking Granden Island? Did we come to get beaten?"

"At least it ensures this divine war takes place at sea, on enemy territory. They would have made a move sooner or later, wouldn't they? In a few days. Compared to the magic tower arrays of those cities, don't you think our warships and magic towers below are more reliable?"

Li Mochen chuckled: "Of course, I also have ulterior motives for pushing this landing plan. You'll find out soon, Anthony."

"Wow, sounds like you're up to some mischief again. Something about the Aesir or the Olympians? Not telling? You've got me curious again. Then I'll wait."

After saying this, Anthony ended the communication. He couldn't continue anyway; during their conversation, Hephaestus had displayed great power, dismantling many parts of his Mechanical God of War. Fortunately, the core of this giant mechanical construct was Typhon's entire skeleton, or he would have already lost.

At that moment, Li Mochen's expression shifted slightly as he sensed the arrival of several unparalleled auras.

"Lord of Time, leave this to you!"

Behind him, another Li Mochen opened his eyes: "Go as you will!"

Meanwhile, the former's figure had already appeared outside the magic tower. At the same time, the sea surface surged with towering waves, and a giant serpent leaped out from the ocean depths.

It was immense; the volume of its head alone was equivalent to ten Wieldenstein Towers. The feathered serpent Kukulkan, who had died at Li Mochen's hands, was also huge, but before this giant serpent, it seemed like a newborn snake.

This was the World Serpent Jörmungandr. As soon as it appeared, it bit directly at Odin and swallowed the Aesir god-king, the most powerful war god of the present age, in one gulp.

This threw Odin into a rage; the 'Gungnir Spear' in his hand erupted with astonishing aura, unleashing a 'Source Power Slash' approaching the world's limit.

Yet this holy spear, possessing truth-level 'Piercing', could not penetrate Jörmungandr's body, only creating countless alarming bulges on its exterior.

Li Mochen glanced over and then ignored it. Jörmungandr's 'Energy Absorption', 'Energy Eternity', 'Energy Circulation', and 'Energy Release' were all at pseudo-truth level.

It couldn't fully absorb all of Odin's attacks, but it could neutralize seventy to eighty percent. With the magical array and Li Mochen's 'Vitality', this allowed Jörmungandr to use its astonishing regenerative ability to hold off Odin for a while. Its presence meant Odin could only devote at most two or three tenths of his power to Li Mochen.

Jörmungandr's own strength, of course, could not harm this War Lord. Odin was essentially fighting against his own power; Jörmungandr absorbed his power and returned it to Odin himself.

And thanks to the weight-loss plan devised by Hela and Fenrir, Jörmungandr could now sustain combat for two days.

Such was the power of wish magic; Jörmungandr's recent wishes to him had all been about losing weight.

At this moment, Li Mochen had already blocked the incarnation of the Lord of Radiance, which had transformed into a great sun, and he stared directly into the dazzling light.

"Before me, speed is meaningless, Horus!"