High in the sky, the gods of the Odin Temple stared dumbfounded at this unbelievable war fortress. They had never seen such a war fortress before. Even during the Primordial Divine War, although humanity had replicated strategic weapons like Thunder God's Hammer, they had never created such a bizarre war fortress. Yes, bizarre—this metal city gave off an eerie, chilling feeling, its entire body radiating a strange coldness.
"We need to think of a way." Rhein, renowned among the beast gods for his wisdom, frowned. They had to find a good way to solve this problem! Otherwise, if too many of those lowly believers died here, it would not be in the gods' interests!
Just as Rhein and the other gods were at their wits' end before this suddenly appeared war fortress, Blackbeard's roar echoed through the skies above Holy Mountain. His voice carried a trace of choking grief, intense personal emotion, and an indescribably complex feeling. From his cries, everyone could hear just how deeply affectionate and compassionate a good man he was!
"Impossible! This is impossible! The elite legions of the Dawn Temple, the Temple of Punishment, and the Temple of War have all been wiped out?"
"Impossible! How can this be possible! Great gods, protect Your devout believers! What outstanding young men they were, what fine lads they were! They took to the battlefield to uphold the gods' glory; they would stop at nothing for the gods! Such devout believers, how could they suddenly, suddenly..."
Inside the most majestic and solemn ecclesiastical hall at the summit of Holy Mountain, the disheveled Blackbeard wailed bitterly, his face covered in lipstick marks. Though there were not many tears on his face, he had at least replaced them with snot, leaving his old face just as wet and glistening.
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