When Xiao Ran piloted his machine to the northern end of the island, he saw a purple-black beam descending from the void and enveloping the area. Its anchor point was a magic circle that had appeared out of nowhere on the ground. Specks of light like meteors emerged from the void and fell to the earth, rapidly transforming into strange steel giants.
The sight did not change Xiao Ran's expression in the slightest, nor did he make any unnecessary movements.
"Mycenaean Gods. This still isn't enough."
Although no fewer than twenty Mycenaean Gods had appeared in the area, it was still not enough for Xiao Ran. It was not a matter of numbers. These ordinary Mycenaean Gods were, at best, B-Class; not a single one surpassed A-Class. He was waiting for the Dark General or Hades to appear. Only those two Mycenaean Gods were his true targets.
Though these two were called gods, in Xiao Ran's eyes, aside from Zeus, whom he had never actually met, no one else of the Mycenaean race deserved that title. He had already slaughtered several such gods. If these fellows could be called gods, then wouldn't he be even more qualified to be called a god of slaughter?
Of course, in ordinary people's eyes, Xiao Ran did possess the might of a god, though that "divine" power was purely displayed in terms of combat strength.
The appearance of these Mycenaean Gods was not without purpose. Their arrival caused the magic circle on the ground to emit an even darker glow, a gloomy radiance that seemed to swallow the surrounding sky.
A black point of energy emerged from the center of the magic circle and slowly rose into the sky. During that process, the dim point of light rapidly expanded and spun at high speed,