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Phillips steadied himself and snorted coldly, his eyes gradually rising with disdain and contempt. He slowly raised his double-edged spear, the tip of which flashed with dazzling light, as if weighing down the atmosphere of the entire temple. His gaze was like that of a god overlooking the mortal world, with an inviolable majesty.

"Do you think you can challenge God just because you have some power?" Phillips said coldly, his voice echoing in the temple like thunder. "I am the great Phillips, I have taken the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops! Wherever my spear reaches, I have trampled the battlefield! Under the guidance of Ares, the god of war, I have destroyed the armies of countless empires in war!"

As his voice fell, divine power began to flow in his body, and the entire temple seemed to be shocked by this divine power, and the air around him began to become restless. Phillips' figure was gradually shrouded in a layer of sacred light, and his spear shone with ancient light, as if he had returned to a distant battlefield, and the glorious achievements of the past appeared around him like a phantom.

"In my legend, all mortals are my prey! Their lives are nothing more than sacrifices on the altar of the God of War, and you..." Phillips' voice suddenly became cold, "you are nothing more than one of my many prey!"

His spear suddenly burst out with a strong light, which seemed to submerge the entire temple in the brilliance of this divine power. Phillips raised his spear high, with great momentum, as if he was standing at the pinnacle of legend, announcing the absolute majesty of God to mortals.

Facing this overwhelming power, Might Guy not only did not retreat, but his fighting spirit became even stronger. His eyes were burning with endless fighting spirit, and his face still had that passionate smile on it, as if the oppression before him could not shake his will at all.

"Hahaha! Phillips, right? You just have some historical stories, why are you making such a big fuss?" Might Guy spoke fearlessly, with a hint of sarcasm and excitement in his voice, "I've heard a lot of heroic deeds, today let me see how powerful you, the so-called god, are!"

He suddenly opened his hands, and the aura of his entire body surged again. The blue energy around him quickly spun and gathered into a strong airflow, covering his entire body. A fanatical smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of challenging light.

"Eight Gates of Ninjutsu, the seventh gate, the Jingmen, open!" Might Guy roared, and as his words fell, an energy even more violent than before gushed out of his body. The blue airflow swept across like a storm, and the entire temple seemed to tremble slightly under the impact of this force.

His body was wrapped in blue energy, and his powerful aura soared into the sky. Might Guy's aura changed drastically in an instant, and his speed and strength were raised to a whole new level. He clenched his fists, squatted slightly, and was ready to launch the next wave of fatal attacks at any time.

"Come on, Phillips! Today I'll show you that the power of mortals can defeat God!" Might Guy's voice was filled with undying fighting spirit, his eyes flashed with incomparable determination and fanaticism, and blue energy whizzed past him, as if announcing the coming storm.

Phillips frowned slightly. He obviously didn't expect that the mortal in front of him could burst out with such a powerful momentum. Although he was a little surprised at Might Guy's strength, he still maintained his arrogance and said coldly: "Mortal, you are just lingering on. No matter how you struggle, you can't change your fate!"

After saying that, Phillips raised his spear again, the divine power surged in his body, his body was like an unshakable mountain, standing in the center of the temple, waiting for Might Guy's fierce attack.

Outside the temple, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone could feel the force tearing the sky apart. Might Guy's body was wrapped in blue energy, and he was like a beast that had broken through its limits. The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked with every step he took, raising a large amount of dust. His fist, with a strong wave of air, went straight to Phillips' face.

"Eight Gates! Watch me destroy your myth!" Might Guy's roar was like a war drum on the battlefield, shaking the entire temple.

Phillips quickly raised his double-edged spear, clenched his hands, and with the tip of the spear shining with divine power, he charged towards Might Guy. The moment the spear and fist collided, a huge energy explosion swept across like a storm, a deafening collision sound exploded in the air, the entire temple trembled violently, and cracks appeared on the walls and pillars.

"boom--"

The huge shock wave cracked the surrounding buildings and the ground, and the air waves swept out, and the onlookers and Avengers retreated away from the center of the battle. The power of the two was beyond their imagination, and anyone who approached would be crushed in this battle between gods and mortals.

Might Guy showed no weakness, his movements were even faster than before, blue energy surged wildly in his body, and every punch and kick was filled with endless fighting spirit. Every attack hit Phillips' vital points, while Phillips relied on the power of God to continuously swing his spear, and the power of God flowed on the blade of the spear, forming invisible barriers to block Might Guy's attack.

"You are just a mortal, you can't defeat God!" Phillips' voice was filled with unshakable faith. His divine power gradually rose, and every swing of the double-edged spear brought about a gust of divine power. The ground began to break under their feet, and in the flying sand and rocks, the two of them seemed like two intertwined light and shadows, attacking and defending each other, constantly colliding, and bursting out extremely fiery sparks.

The battle had already entered a white-hot stage, and the Avengers who were watching could not help but retreat, away from the center of the fight between the two. Tony controlled the Apocalypse armor and whispered to Rhodes: "I think we'd better stay away to avoid being dragged in."

Rhode nodded and said in deep agreement: "These guys are no longer fighting normally. They are playing for their lives."

Outside the temple, Spartacus, Hecate and Antinous all showed their own sneers. They seemed extremely confident in Philippus's battle. Spartacus smiled cruelly and whispered: "Look, mortals can't escape the judgment of God after all. This human will be torn apart by Philippus in the end."

Hekato's eyes were still cold and ruthless. She glanced at the center of the battlefield with disdain and whispered, "It's just a foolish resistance. In the end, they will all submit to the power of God."

Antinous gently waved the hammer in his hand and laughed wildly: "Yes, it is really interesting to watch them struggle."

The battle between Might Guy and Phillips continued, neither side gave in. Might Guy's attack became faster and faster, and the blue energy surged like a torrent, wantonly attacking Phillips's divine power barrier. Phillips kept waving his spear, trying to completely suppress Might Guy's power with his divine power.

"You are destined to fail in my fight!" Phillips roared, and the double-edged spear burst out with dazzling light again, swinging towards Might Guy.

The fighting spirit in Might Guy's eyes did not diminish at all. He suddenly accelerated, and his figure appeared in front of Phillips like lightning, and he smashed Phillips' spear with a punch.

"So what if you're a God? I will break your myth!" Might Guy's roar was like thunder, and the blue energy on his fist burst out instantly. The powerful impact force knocked Phillips' spear away, and Phillips' body was forced to retreat several steps due to the huge impact force.

This battle shocked all the onlookers. The demigods under the God of War actually showed signs of weakness in the battle with mortals, and everyone felt that cracks in the myth were emerging.

Spartacus slowly stood in the center of the battlefield. The surrounding firelight reflected on his armor full of traces of battle. The smell of blood and death filled the air. With sharp eyes, he slowly walked towards Tony, Rhodes, Falcon and Quicksilver, with a hint of a grim smile on his lips. His figure was gradually enveloped by divine power, as if he had returned to the ancient times, the god of war butcher who once made the whole world tremble.

"You mortals... actually want to stop me!" Spartacus' voice shook the world like thunder, his eyes full of murderous intent. He held the huge battle axes tightly in his hands, and a faint red divine light began to flash around him. "I have killed countless people in the army, and my name has made all the warriors in the world tremble in fear. You are just modern puppets, how can you understand the power of mythology?"

As he spoke, divine power gradually began to cover his entire body. His muscles became more swollen under the blessing of divine power, and his entire body was like a moving mountain. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his aura seemed to solidify the air around him.

Tony stood aside, calmly adjusting the energy output of the Apocalypse Armor. He glanced at Spartacus who was about to transform into a "monster" and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Ah, the great Spartacus, the butcher who can only chop with two axes? I heard that he was betrayed by his own slave army in the end. You are so powerful, but the result is not good."

Upon hearing this, Falcon immediately took over the conversation and said with a hint of sarcasm: "I really don't know what you are so proud of. In the end, didn't you die miserably, being nailed to the cross? The 'heroes' in myths are no more than this."

Rhodes stood beside Tony. His steady voice came from the armor with a touch of black humor. "It sounds tragic, Spartacus. Ancient history books mention your failure a lot. You don't want revenge, do you? But now you are the only one left, and you are still yelling here."

Quicksilver couldn't help himself any longer. He sneered and said quickly, "Hey, man, your story is really nothing compared to other myths. I ran so fast that I didn't even bother to look back to see your 'heroic deeds'."

Spartacus's rage was instantly ignited. He glared at the four people with his eyes, and waved his two axes in his hands. His divine power bloomed more violently, as if a burning flame completely enveloped him. With the blessing of divine power, his appearance began to change. His skin gradually became as hard as iron and stone, his muscles swelled to the point of almost bursting, and the bloodstains on his armor seemed to be flashing an ominous light. His figure was even larger than before, like a giant standing tall, and the breath he exuded made it almost impossible to breathe.

"How dare you laugh at me! Mortals can only look up to God! I, Spartacus, will wash away the shame of the world with blood!" Spartacus roared, his voice shaking the surroundings, and he suddenly swung his two axes, with unparalleled murderous intent, and rushed straight towards Tony and others.

Tony looked at the huge monster rushing towards him without panic. The Apocalypse armor started up quickly, and the energy flowed more violently. The whole armor made a low humming sound. He joked: "Okay, I may have touched your sore spot. But it doesn't matter. I, a 'modern doll', really want to see how long the big guy in the myth can last."

Falcon quickly spread his wings and swooped down from the sky, and began to suppress Spartacus with machine guns. Rhodes followed closely behind, and the muzzle of the war machine's artillery was aimed at Spartacus, firing at full power and roaring continuously.

Quicksilver shuttled around Spartacus at an extremely fast speed, constantly creating chaos and disrupting his attack rhythm. At the same time, he quickly returned to Tony and said with a smile: "Tony, I will help you distract your attention. You have to hurry up."

Although Spartacus's divine power is strong, facing the firepower of modern technology and the speed of Quicksilver, his offensive seems a bit slow. He roars and swings his two axes continuously, but he can never hit the agile enemy. This battle is destined to be a showdown between modern technology and ancient mythology.

As the battle progressed, Spartacus's fury became more and more intense, and he seemed like the real God of War Butcher who had been resurrected from the myth, and every axe swung carried endless killing intent. Tony and the others did not retreat at all, and with wisdom and courage, they engaged in a head-on confrontation with the demigod.