The capital of the Myriad Gods Country, Olympus Holy Mountain.
The majestic mountain suspended among the clouds was shaking violently. Fallen pillars littered its once-smooth white jade steps, and thousands of Divine Temples dedicated to lesser gods had collapsed.
The God of Thunder stood at the front of the Council Hall, his face ashen. He was now the Pantheon's highest-ranking commander.
Half an hour earlier, the Origin Divine Fire representing the War Main God had gone out in the center of the council. The gods left to guard the Pantheon had nearly erupted into chaos.
Before they could decide whether to fight or flee, the enemy had reached their doorstep!
"The shield has lost over sixty percent of its integrity! The repair array isn't working at all!" A Storm Priest stumbled into the hall. "Space outside has been sealed from one side. We can't send word out!"
The God of Thunder seized the priest by the collar. "Where are the defenders? Where are the seven million Berserker Divine Guards?"
"They've moved to the front, but..." The priest's voice broke. "They can't hold them back!"
Above the Holy Mountain, a third of the Origin Realm's landmass had forced its way in.
The Mecha Army swarmed out like hornets from a nest, pouring down from the edge of the Origin Realm.
Millions of Truth Judgment units activated their Weapon Matrices, raining blue plasma beams onto the Berserkers who had only just formed ranks.
The Water God rode his Flying Sword straight to the front of the battlefield.
"Brothers of the Pantheon! Give your Lord Water a smile!"
He swung his staff. Highly compressed Heavy Water became razor-sharp Water Spears that punched through the Berserkers' defensive formation indiscriminately.
Anyone whose skin was even grazed by the Heavy Water had the wound crushed under