The Star Array sealed off the outside world. Three hundred and sixty-five Demon Generals placed their pieces, using Star Banners as the foundation, while ten Demon Great Sages shifted about to control the main formation. Its interior was boundless, with no end in sight.
A meteor streaked across the starfield. Russell had no intention of stubbornly trying to break out. For one thing, he had yet to find Artemis; for another, he had seen Demon God Chaos deploy the Star Array before and knew that finding the edge of the formation was practically wishful thinking.
Behind him, the long hair of Hestia and the other two goddesses stretched taut as they instinctively raised their hands and clutched Russell's wrist.
They had to hold on, or they would go bald!
The charge ahead was too fast, and there were too many people hanging off the back. It was severely overloaded.
Along the way, Russell had saved whoever he could, and more than thirty gods were already hanging from him.
They each grabbed onto ankles and wrists, link after link like a chain, forming a spectacularly long line behind Russell, the locomotive pulling them along.
There were even a few familiar faces among them: Cronus's Titan brother Crius, and King of the Underworld Hades and his wife.
The gods had been ravaged beyond recognition by the Star Array, their combat power severely weakened. They could only survive by sticking together; otherwise, they would have ended up like Poseidon.
Ahead, two more familiar faces appeared.
Russell dashed forward, sent Prometheus flying to the end of the train with a kick, then reached out and tucked Athena under his elbow.
Athena: "..."
As the only goddess receiving such special treatment, she did not know what to say. Then she looked at Hestia, Demeter, and