Chapter 1391: Massacre
In fact, the God of Gambling did not need to say anything. The gods had long since begun to suspect something.
It was only that the conclusion of that suspicion was too horrifying, so horrifying that they instinctively refused to believe it. This was, in fact, one of the self-preservation mechanisms of most living creatures: when faced with something they could not accept, they would do everything possible to find another explanation, even if that explanation sounded utterly absurd.
"This is bad. It looks like the divine descent has already begun. We need to interrupt it immediately. Otherwise, once the divine descent is complete and that guy fully takes over this body, we'll all die here tonight," Astraea, Goddess of Justice and Stars, said.
Her words rekindled the gods' fighting spirit. Yes, that was right. The divine descent had only just begun; it was far from over. They still had a chance to stop the apocalypse.
The gods on the hillside seemed to have seized a lifeline. They tried not to look at their unfortunate companion, who had already become a puddle of flesh and blood, and raised their weapons once more.
Astraea spread the pure white wings behind her. Bathed in moonlight, she looked incomparably holy and beautiful.
Three constantly spinning black dice appeared in the God of Gambling's hand. A pyramid rose behind Imhotep. And Vidar, the Forest God, one of the few rumored survivors of Ragnarok, still said nothing as he silently drew the sword at his waist.
Whether New Gods or Old Gods, they clearly understood that they had reached their most dangerous moment.
They feared the enormous figure in the deep sea, but they were still gods with names and reputations. Each of them had countless heroic legends sung by the world.