Celestials, the Cowardly Turtles

Several hours passed.

The atmosphere at Zeus's banquet was so silent that only the sounds of eating could be heard.

Not a single god dared to speak. Every minute and every second was unbearably agonizing.

All the gods prayed for the Celestials to arrive soon.

Because only once the Celestials arrived, together with Zeus, would their side possess the ability to negotiate and cooperate with the Elders of the Universe.

At that moment, specks of light flew into the great hall of the temple. The lights then gathered into several ten-meter-tall figures, along with a host of Eternals.

The leading towering figures were wrapped head to toe in layers of differently colored armor, concealing their massive, imposing bodies.

Some helmets had six round apertures that emitted golden light, while others bore irregular horizontal slits.

The gods had only just relaxed somewhat at the arrival of the Celestials, thinking the atmosphere would no longer be so stifling.

"Grandmaster, Obliterator."

One of the figures, clad entirely in crimson armor with streaks of red light glowing across his helmet, turned to look toward the Elders of the Universe the moment he appeared. His tone carried obvious displeasure, as though he had spotted someone offensive.

"Arishem the Judge."

"The Celestials are still as cowardly as turtles hiding in their shells."

Grandmaster had not felt much at first, but upon sensing Arishem the Judge's attitude, he no longer held back. His words were exceedingly arrogant.

The moment those words were spoken, the banquet atmosphere became tense and explosive.

"Still better than the rags you keep wearing."

The red light in the gaps of Arishem the Judge's helmet flared intensely, and his tone turned cold.

"I no longer need external objects to enhance my own strength."

"But the Celestials claim to be the strongest race in