Athena’s darkened visage whispered, "Then there’s only one solution, establish a unified human pantheon!"
How does the division of the human race’s pie fit suitably?
Talking never helps.
Sitting down to negotiate and solve problems is also impossible.
Ultimately, the gods must have one grand contest!
The Furious Gods have begun wielding knives to cut the pie, although there are many human divine spirits, factions abound, without a proper fight, who knows how much pie they should take.
Divine spirits can die too.
The Conferred Gods list of the Third Era is forming, who will be the Main God of Thunder, who will be the subordinate gods, or even merge into the divine country system to become Divine Envoys, or fall, vanish into ashes, all depends on which divine spirits control thunder, storm, lightning, and other concepts, ultimately being able to laugh to the end.
Lady of Fury has already sat down and eaten a piece of pie, while Athena’s darkened visage is secretly consuming everything on the Stormy Isles.
This world has too many divine laws to clearly divide.
Sun, storm, war, power, sea, death, life, nature, etc., those big concepts may still be shared, everyone has meat to eat, but slightly subordinate concepts, the table simply can’t accommodate so many divine spirits.
Just like human faith, only one true War God will emerge!
As long as the ultimate victor is undetermined, the overt and covert struggles among the gods are not over.
Isis looked at Suliss’s ambitious visage in front of her, always feeling she doesn’t resemble Athena, Athena doesn’t have such darkness.
The secret words of the two divine spirits ended silently.
The next day.
Isis’s cult divine hall seemed to have some changes, while Mardis, who had already crossed the Niepolte River, suddenly halted his steps, his army did not continue to hurry to the battlefield, but gathered nearby city-state armies, stationed upstream of the river over a hundred kilometers from the Golden City.
Again, there were some subtle changes in the air, the divine spirits of the Golden Coast, it seemed someone stood in a neutral position.
At the same time.
Duncan’s army finally encountered some formidable opponents, they are the descendants of Horus, responsible for guarding the liver, lungs, stomach, and intestines—four divine spirits.
Strictly speaking, they are also divine sons, just starting at a higher point, born strong demigods.
Under the night.
Four figures seemed like the Magic Family’s Four Generals, blocking the mighty Barbarian Race army on the other side of the Niepolte River.
Prometheus’s figure also appeared in the enemy’s camp.
The entire Golden Battle Group was assembled here.
Comparatively, the army assembled by the Golden City was much more luxurious in equipment than the primitively equipped Barbarian Race army, Prometheus’s personal guard could even use gold paint to make the armor glitter in gold, under the sun, those squads of Golden Guards seemed like powerful armies coming out from myths.
"Really want to rob them once!"
The Barbarians were whispering, their thoughts restless, they looked at their own primitive leather armor and heavy armor half armor, their gaze towards the opposite side of the river full of yearning, the Barbarian warriors’ equipment, standard beastman style, not full armor, only heavy half armor, and even spiked shoulder guards for directly knocking away and killing enemies.
All Barbarians only have chests protected in complete armor, other armors are pieced together, poorer tribes have a unified style of bear leather armor.
They are tough and resilient, relying on armored skin and strong physiques.
Rob them, damn!
Just win the fight, what’s theirs will be ours.
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