At the foot of Mount Olympus, restrictions were layered upon layered.
The gods had joined forces with their authorities to build a super turtle shell, layers interlocking and nested together. Countless Defense Barriers surrounded it in every direction, and one careless move could set off a mine.
A cover over a cover over another cover—even the Mighty Energy Cover was nothing compared to this.
Following Russell's directions, Hecate landed in the area. While proceeding cautiously, she was deeply dissatisfied with Russell's choice of this place as their dueling ground.
It was too restrictive. Fighting like this was no fun at all.
Never mind hurting the enemy a thousand while suffering eight hundred herself; if she accidentally blew up all the surrounding defenses and the demon race seized the chance to outflank Olympus from the rear, that would be a real disaster.
Russell neither agreed nor disagreed. The demon race's cannon fodder army only looked fierce, as if given enough time, it could flatten the entire world.
In truth, against top-tier powerhouses like Gaia, Mother Earth, the cannon fodder army could not stir up much trouble. Calling them cannon fodder was already giving them too much credit.
Forget Gaia—even Poseidon or Zeus could easily use the might of their authorities to slaughter the overwhelming demon army clean.
The terror of natural disasters—the sea, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning—could not be overcome by throwing lives at them.
Speaking of Poseidon, Russell could not help sighing. What a fine scapegoat, gone just like that. He had not even left behind any final words before he went.
It had happened far too suddenly!
Truly, Heaven... had no eyes!
When a man died, his lamp went out. The past was the past, but the brilliance of his will could not be erased and ought to