Zhan Shen: Mental illness? Please call me the God of Mystery!

On the battlefield, the air was filled with gunpowder and blood.

The three Greek gods and the five Nordic gods finally reached the end of their rope under the joint battle of Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha and Yang Jin.

Poseidon, the sea god who once turned the tide in the ocean, now collapsed in a mess on the blood-stained land.

His trident, which symbolized power, had been knocked away several feet away and lay alone, with blood dripping from the tip of the blade.

His body was curled up, with wounds crisscrossing his body. His blue robe, as blue as the sea, was soaked in blood, becoming dark and dirty.

In his eyes, the once terrifying majesty and arrogance had disappeared, leaving only endless fear and despair, like a trapped beast in a desperate situation.

"Have mercy!" Poseidon's voice trembled, "We dare not invade Daxia again!"

His voice echoed in the empty battlefield, with a little hoarseness, it was a voice of fear and exhaustion.

Although he was begging for mercy, his back was still slightly straight, trying to retain the last bit of dignity as a god, but his slightly trembling shoulders exposed his inner fear.

Hades, the ruler of the underworld, was also in a mess at this moment.

After his sickle was knocked away by Yang Jian, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

The mysterious runes on his black robe lost their former luster and were covered with mud and blood.

He lay on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, trying to raise his head, his eyes full of panic.

Hearing Poseidon's plea for mercy, he immediately eagerly echoed: "Yes, we are willing to swear that we will never invade Daxia!"

His voice was low and hoarse, revealing a sense of powerlessness.

Despite the difficult situation, his eyes still had the coldness of the ruler of the underworld, as if announcing to everyone that even if he begged for mercy, his majesty could not be completely trampled.

Dionysus, the god of wine, had lost his former madness and unruliness.

His hair was scattered on his face, and his robe was torn into countless pieces of cloth, revealing shocking wounds.

He knelt on one knee, one hand on the ground, and the other hand drooped weakly at his side. He gasped heavily, his eyes were full of fear, but when he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, his voice still had a hint of the free and easy nature of the god of wine: "Let me go, I promise not to step into Daxia again."

Occasionally, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by fear.

Thor, the once majestic god of thunder, has also lost his former glory at this moment.

His body was half-kneeling on the ground, his muscles were tense due to pain, and the veins on his arms were bulging.

His face was full of pain, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the ground.

His Thor's hammer was still in his hand, but it seemed extremely heavy at this moment. His arm trembled slightly, as if he could no longer swing it. "We... were wrong."

His voice was low and hoarse, "Please spare our lives."

Although he was begging for mercy, his eyes were still gloomy.

Hela, the Queen of the Underworld, had a cold face that was distorted by fear at this moment. Her black robe was torn by Nezha's Hun Tian Ling, revealing a deep wound on her shoulder that could be seen to the bone, and black blood kept flowing out.

She sat on the ground, supporting herself with her hands behind her, trying to make herself sit up straighter to maintain her dignity as a queen.

Her eyes were full of fear, but when she spoke, her voice was still cold: "I swear, I will no longer be an enemy of Daxia."

There was a hint of reluctance in her voice, but in the face of powerful strength, she had to bow her head.

Vida, the god of the forest, was still tall, but he looked extremely weak at this moment. His palm was smashed into a bloody mess by Sun Wukong's golden hoop, and there were bite marks from Roaring Sky Dog on his ankle. He knelt on the ground, his huge body trembling slightly, his hands hanging by his sides, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Please let us go," he said in a low and hoarse voice, "We won't come again."

The god of war Tyr, a veteran god of war, has also lost his former bravery at this moment.

There was no sharp blade in his hand, and the wounds on his body continued to ooze blood, staining the ground under his feet red.

He knelt on one knee, leaning forward slightly, "We admit defeat..." There was a hint of unwillingness in his voice, "Please spare us."

And Qianmo and Yuehuai, the two guys who tried to use the power of the gods to destroy Daxia, were already scared out of their wits at this moment.

They collapsed to the ground, their limbs weak and unable to move.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief. This battle, which they had thought they had won, ended in this way.

Yue Huai's lips trembled slightly. He wanted to say something, but he only uttered a few weak sobs.

QianMo Ze's eyes widened, his face full of fear and despair, his body trembling slightly, as if he was still trying to accept this cruel reality.

Their hearts were full of regret, regretting that they were involved in this doomed war, but at this moment, everything was irreversible.

This shocking scene on the battlefield,

made the Night Watchmen Ye Fan, Zuo Qing, Master, Sword Saint, Masked Squad, Phoenix Squad, 136 Squad and others, and their emotions were like a seasoning bottle overturned, with all kinds of flavors intertwined.

As the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch and the ceiling of mankind, Ye Fan usually remained calm even when the sky was falling, but at this moment, he could not hide his excitement and emotion.

He stared at the gods kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, his eyes slightly red, that was a complex emotion of seeing the dawn of victory after going through hardships.

"Daxia... stood up!"

Ye Fan took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly,

Zuo Qing did the same.

Only they knew the pressure and sadness of the Night Watchmen for many years.

There are many internal and external enemies.

In order to protect Daxia, they have been tense to the extreme...

But now...

This battle of gods... they actually won! ?

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "This victory is hard-won. These gods were once difficult for us to contend with, but now they bow their heads under our perseverance and resistance."

"This is the glory of Daxia, and it is also the glory of each of us." There was a hint of sob in his voice, which was a deep feeling of this difficult battle.

"It's also because of... the Astrology Society..."

Ye Fan's eyes lit up,

Everyone's eyes were cast on the people of the Astrology Society.

Especially the Fool Faction that summoned the three gods just now, [Ancient Scholar]...

Su Yi's real body was above the Ancient Scholar. He looked at the gods kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

There was a kind of wisdom that saw through everything in his eyes, as if everything in the world was under his control.

Want to live?

Do you think Daxia is a place where you can come and go as you please?

"Ferryman..."

"These Western gods and Greek gods beg for mercy, what will the death god of your faction do?" His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the battlefield, echoing in everyone's ears like a huge bell.

"God? Kill him!"