In the early days of the Kingdom of Gods, war never ceased, and the air was thick with smoke.
There was no distinction between upper and lower classes in that era, and mortals had a chance to become gods as well.
But ever since Zeus seized power and drove out most of the gods, the age had already transitioned into its next stage.
Humans from the era of origins called it the "apocalyptic scene," and gods became a despised name.
Of course, for the strong, restoring order was hardly difficult.
They only needed to kill one group, spare another, then continuously brainwash the mortals.
Otherwise, how could they, as gods, have continued growing stronger during the period of slumber?
In truth, Fate, Fortune, and Shi Guang belonged to entirely different divine factions from Zeus.
Their methods of growing stronger were also completely different from Zeus and the others. They mainly relied on accumulation.
The power of faith was optional to them.
By the same logic, that was also why they resisted slumber.
Yet Zeus did not trust them, which was why they were ultimately forced into slumber.
However, there was one matter Zeus had overlooked.
Their God's Legion no longer possessed its former glory.
Moreover, perhaps because he underestimated his opponent, Ares gathered his army at a pace as slow as a crawling turtle.
Outside the upper district.
A dazzling light pillar descended from the heavens.
When the radiance faded, a massive metal archway stood on the ground.
Ares, who was marching toward the battlefield, could not help whistling at the sight.
"Perfect timing. Better than coming early."
"March at full speed. We can't keep our enemies waiting too long!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ares's Sixth Legion began to accelerate.
In truth, Zeus's faction's arrogance was obvious from