Reversal Within Reversal
"O gods, shelter this place!"
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Romulus's calm face turned solemn as he stood on the Great Altar with outstretched arms and roared in a solemn voice.
Meanwhile, several priests and priests chanted prayers, infusing the temple with magic.
Buzz buzz buzz!
In an instant, ten beams of light shot into the sky from the Pantheon, weaving a seven-colored ring like a crown. The colossal tree, shaped like the Spear of Nation-Building, resonated and trembled, shimmering with starlight, casting a colorful glow upon the city of Rome. The light curtain, shimmering with divine power, descended with immense pressure.
Space trembled, and the three kings, who were high above, became sluggish one after another, as if they were trapped in a quagmire, while the surrounding Aether Light Flow flickered and dimmed.
"The Star Crest awakens, the power of the God of War is activated, I am the Scourge of God!"
Attila raised her seven-colored greatsword high, and amidst the nested and converging halos, she frantically devoured the colorful sword pillars of ethereal energy around her before slamming them down.
"Prostrate yourself on the ground, look up at the sky, and then revere! This is the serpent god among serpent gods! Descend like the Shemesh — the Dark Night Sun Ship!"
As Ramesses chanted, the golden Aether Light Flow from his body flowed into the Sun Ship beneath his feet. As the enormous divine creation spun, its side-rotating cannons gathered blazing flames and shot downwards.
"Tontra, God of Light, God of Flames, bless me!"
I am the strongest, the one who holds all victory in my hands, the one who will thwart the hostility of all enemies, and I will crush any foe that stands in my way!
Cyrus raised his hand and drew a golden artifact, resembling both a knife and a sword, with Persian script engraved on both sides, from a ball of golden flames. He swung it downwards, and a tornado swept down.
Under the combined attack of the three kings, the Pantheon and the Great Altar were the first to be hit and were on the verge of being destroyed in the surging Aether Torrent.
"Zeus's Goatskin Divine Shield!"
Romulus stepped forward, grabbed the Horn of Abundance, and raised it high with a roar, his hands clenched loosely.
In an instant, a golden-blue stream of light descended from the crown, which was composed of ten light patterns at the top of the dome, and transformed into a bolt of lightning that struck down, coalescing in the hand of the God Ancestor into a light-shaped shield with thundercloud patterns.
Rumble...
Ta-da!
In the blink of an eye, a violent explosion shook the air, and the Goatskin Divine Shield of the Aether Light Flow shattered. Romulus staggered back several steps, his face darkening.
As the gods disappeared and the Rules became stable, mystery gradually peeled away from the real earth, and the power that once manipulated order and moved mountains and filled seas was naturally weakened layer by layer.
Currently, Deity-class combat power represents the pinnacle that the human world can achieve.
In theory, Romulus was an opponent of the same caliber as the Pharaoh, the Persian King, and the Xiongnu King.
Under equal conditions, the outcome for both sides is probably a 50/50 chance.
But this was in Rome, with the support of the venue and the divine power of the Pantheon, where even a single god could remain undefeated.
But one against three...
Every second counted, and the battle raged on.
"For victory, come quickly before me! Immortal sun, grant me a radiant steed. Divine and wondrous steed, swiftly bring me your halo of light!"
Cyrus held his sword upright in front of him, and as he chanted, he lightly wiped the spine of the sword with his right hand. Accompanied by the neighing of warhorses, a fiery red Shemesh rose slowly and plummeted towards the city of Rome, which was shrouded by towering trees.
"Poseidon Trident!"
Sensing the intense scorching heat in the air, Romulus gazed at the giant, luminous tree whose branches and leaves were burning and disintegrating. His eyes darkened, and he decisively chanted a divine incantation. He pulled the converging trident from the gushing spring of earth and hurled it toward the Shemesh. The deep blue Aether Torrent that surged up along the way engulfed and swallowed the enormous ball of flame, and its remaining force continued to bombard Cyrus.
However, before Romulus could catch his breath, the Pharaoh, who had lowered the altitude of his Sun Ship, fired several cannon shots in succession, then seized an opening and waved to the distance with a cold laugh.
"The wrath of fear, the symbol of raging winds and flames, the embodiment of the sky... Devour! Hot Sand Sphinx!"
In an instant, amidst a muffled roar, two sphinxes with male and female appearances, each tens of meters tall, leaped out from the Sorcery Array that appeared on the Sun Ship and soared toward the Pantheon.
"Apollo, the Bow of the Firmament!"
As Romulus chanted, another pillar of light descended from the crown-shaped band. The ancestor of the gods held an ancient long sword, its bowstring as full as the moon, and the light arrows that shot out ignited with blazing flames. They split into two and attacked the two Hot Sand Sphinx pounced on them, severely wounding them amidst the splattering blood.
After the arrow struck, the long, converging arrow disintegrated.
At this moment, despite repeatedly defeating his opponents, the God Ancestor's expression grew increasingly unpleasant.
The Crown of Cronus, the Inherent Domain that sheltered Rome from the aftermath of the battle, contained a trace of the power of the Ten Gods.
As the son of God, Romulus could indeed draw upon the Pantheon's resources, manifesting their former weapon forms to unleash their power against the three descending kings.
But with each wisp of power extracted, the power of the great barrier weakens by one degree.
In this one-against-three situation, the three kings are currently not exerting their full strength. If this continues, it won't be long before this barrier against external enemies will cease to exist, and Rome will likely face annihilation.
Like a curtain of light enveloping the city of Rome, it began to flicker and creak as it dissipated the aftershocks of the battle between the four gods. Fine cracks were heard from time to time, and the damage gradually spread.
Here we go again!
Romulus gazed at the Xiongnu King, whose wings of light had unfurled in mid-air and whose body was surrounded by several prisms that converged into a seven-colored band of light that swept towards him. Romulus's brow twitched, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue to withdraw the power of the Pantheon, a desperate measure to quench his thirst.
At the critical moment, the black Cross Spear that came hurtling in pierced through dozens of prisms scattered in front of Attila, and the booming and spreading ethereal waves blasted the Xiongnu King back several miles.
"You can have this part; I'll take care of the other one!"
At the same time, a fierce wind arose on the Great Altar, engulfing the God Ancestor and Nero within a spiraling column of wind. Their figures, shrouded in black mist and unable to be seen, pondered for a moment, then grabbed the newly appointed Rose Emperor and soared into the sky to intercept the seven-colored meteorite that was hurtling towards them with the force of the wind.
Another Deity-class!
Fortunately, he sided with Rome.
As the wind dispersed and the clouds drifted away, Romulus looked meaningfully at a certain seat on the viewing platform, his brow gradually relaxing.
Immediately afterwards, a resonance resounded within the Roman palace. The four great clans of the Cornelius Clan, Aemilius Clan, Fabius Clan, and Manlius Clan, having been enfeoffed, returned to Rome. The emperor, stirring up the ether, transformed it into streams of light and rushed toward the Pantheon.
The little girl who was just intercepted seemed to have a strong aversion to Rome and to him, and could only exert seven or eight tenths of her fighting strength.
As such, the greatest threat hanging overhead has been dealt with, and the remaining two Deity-class old rivals, Persian King and Ramesses the Pharaoh, are not enough to shake Rome!
The Divine Ancestor Romulus arrogantly snorted, raised his hand and pressed it against the giant tree that was the Spear of Nation-Building, and chanted a divine incantation.
"Where I am, there are seven hills; where I am, there is Rome! Civilization is Rome; the world is Rome! The stars in the sky bless this place; the eternal kingdom descends upon this place; therefore, my spear penetrates all things!"
Numerous points of light emerged from the Romans, merging into the giant tree. The Divine Tree and leaves grew wildly, and the emerald light condensed into sharp thorns, pointing towards Cyrus and Ramesses in mid-air, gathering the power of thunder.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
But suddenly, disaster struck. The two priests in their robes, who had been chanting divine words, clutched their throats, which were spurting crimson blood, and looked incredulously at their companions beside them, each holding a dagger with a ghostly glint in their eyes.