The attacks from the official deities of the Divine Alliance didn’t cease, with countless magical artifacts striking Prometheus, but to no significant effect.
The scene resembled an online game where a group of players team up to take down a big boss, only to find that all their skills and attacks hardly make a dent in the boss’s health bar.
It was a rather awkward situation.
“Retreat! Retreat! Only a high-ranking god can deal with this kind of monster!” Ares finally came to a clear understanding of how terrifying the creature before him was. Despite the secret techniques learned from William and a breakthrough in his power level, he found himself completely powerless against this creature.
The Divine Alliance’s powerful beings also felt the monstrous energy emanating from the creature was rapidly growing stronger!!
Moreover, this creature was merely defending itself, aiming to absorb the power of the sacred halo. If they couldn’t kill it now, once it fully absorbed the power, it’s likely no one present would be able to leave alive!
Seeing the situation turning dire, Ares and his group prepared to flee…
The Ancient Abyss was inherently eerie, and anything emerging from it was unpredictable.
Such a monstrous creature could probably only be handled by a high-ranking god!
This area had already been cleared by the Divine Alliance’s deities, and while Ares instructed the others to leave, he stayed to watch.
“Mordaleth, go quickly and summon Lord Zeus!”
Mordaleth, a subordinate of Ares, was now tasked with keeping an eye on the creature, ensuring no one else would claim it. Ares had tried to report the situation to Zeus through telepathy but received no response, leaving no choice but to send someone.
Among the Divine Alliance deities present, aside from those under Zeus, there were also followers of Poseidon.
A follower of Poseidon, named Tindra, chuckled, “God of War Ares is truly amusing, bothering Lord Zeus to personally deal with this. Haven’t you noticed that the high-ranking gods aren’t concerning themselves with this matter?”
“If we can obtain the power of the sacred halo by our own strength, it would be an incredible fortune. If not, let it be. If you’re not confident, why not ask your master, the old God of War Titanix?” Tindra, dressed in a bright red robe, smiled lightly.
Ares frowned but decisively chanted a spell to telepathically inform his master, the old God of War Titanix, about the situation.
The old God of War, Titanix, appeared in front of Ares almost instantaneously, and his face turned pale upon seeing Prometheus.
“Ares! This is beyond your capability, retreat now!” Even Titanix, with his vast experience and being stuck at the peak of the Supreme Deity level without further advancement, could tell that this creature was not something they could handle.
No sooner had he spoken than he transformed into a streak of green light and swiftly fled, disappearing without a trace.
Damn, even a being at the peak of the Supreme Deity level was intimidated by this creature’s aura. Just how terrifyingly powerful must this creature be?
These kids actually dared to provoke such a horrifying existence. Did they have a death wish?
And what exactly was this thing?
Time to make a quick exit!
The power of the sacred halo isn’t worth losing one’s life over.
Tindra and the others nearby also felt the terrifying aura emanating from Prometheus. Seeing Titanix’s reaction, if they didn’t flee now, what were they waiting for?
Just as Tindra said earlier, the high-ranking god-kings won’t interfere with this matter. So, if they can’t handle this monster before them, were they supposed to just throw their lives away?
Adventures are indeed important, but if one overestimates their abilities and forces their way through for the sake of adventure, it’s very likely that hundreds of thousands of years of effort could be destroyed in an instant.
That was something they definitely wouldn’t do.
Even though Titanix noticed Forseti hiding in the shadows, he paid him no mind.
Forseti was not weak, but compared to the creature before them, the difference was just too great. If he wanted to die, nobody would stop him.
In just a short time, the Divine Alliance deities had all vanished without a trace.
Forseti was dumbfounded.
What was happening?
Everyone had fled, abandoning the power of the sacred halo?
Sophias and Lucien dared not even breathe, as Prometheus did not suppress his aura. That ancient, primeval terror made their spines chill.
The surrounding land was drenched in crimson, and the terrifying mummy in front seemed to be undergoing a transformation…
Cracks appeared on the black corpse’s skin, with golden light seeping out from these fissures, and the eye sockets of the corpse also began to glow with a golden light.
Forseti, standing ten miles away, found his invisibility spell shattered like an eggshell hit by a sledgehammer, exposing him directly in front of Prometheus.
“Damn!”
This time, Forseti genuinely panicked because he noticed the strange being staring intently at him. 𝘪𝑎.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The divine light in its pupils enveloped him, rendering him unable to mobilize any soul energy. Most terrifyingly, William was nowhere to be found.
He had thought his strength was sufficient, unbeatable in the Divine Realm unless facing a high-ranking god. Yet, just days after venturing out, he encountered such an abnormal being.
What happened to the notion that all below the high-ranking gods were mere ants?
He was, after all, of Supreme Deity level strength!!
Couldn’t he get a bit of respect?
Prometheus’s black, withered skin gradually fell off, eventually becoming crystal clear, and his unattractive face underwent a dramatic transformation.
When Forseti came back to his senses, he saw a middle-aged man with black hair and eyes standing in front of him.
“Who… are you?” Prometheus slowly spoke, curiously staring at Forseti.
With a tingling scalp, Forseti carefully responded, “Hello… I am Forseti, the son of Baldr, pleased to meet you.”
“Baldr?” Prometheus tilted his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, “Seems somewhat familiar…”
After that, he looked at Forseti, licked his lips, and asked, “Are you a bird?”
Forseti was momentarily stunned.
Strictly speaking, part of his body indeed possessed bird-like traits.
But that seemed hardly the point.
Prometheus frowned and said, “Birds are edible, right?”
Damn!
Is that something a normal person would say?
He wasn’t just any ordinary bird!
Baldr!
Do you know the God of Light, Baldr?
Sounds tasty…
Oh no!
You don’t know the God of Light, Baldr?
Why are you thinking of eating me?
Before Forseti could even open his mouth, Prometheus grabbed his neck. The next moment, a golden flame blazed upon Forseti, transforming him instantly into the form of a bird.
Large in size, but still seemingly appetizing when burned.
Prometheus’s size also increased significantly, relentlessly gripping Forseti’s neck.
Forseti internally screamed, “I’m done for!”
He never would have imagined…
As the son of Baldr, just a few days out, and now he was about to be roasted and eaten.
Prometheus’s golden flame was truly outrageous; in just a moment, it burned off all the feathers on his body.
“Lord William!! Save me! Help!”
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