Amon's Mysterious Mother, Mephisto's Hidden Fetish

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just like playing a game of Whack-a-Mole, those brave warriors of the Hunting Legion were simply hammered into bloody pulp, one blow at a time.

Tiamut, who remained invisible outside the virtual space, silently summoned more bosses from other game worlds upon seeing this.

Boom-crack!

A thunderbolt suddenly roared, the firmament splitting directly open as a massive amount of flowing light plummeted rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred formidable legendary deities of various races made a dazzling entrance!

Lugh the sun god from Celtic mythology, Morrigan the goddess of war...

Triglav the three-headed god of war from Slavic mythology, Perun the god of thunder...

Cernunnos the god of hunting and war from Native American mythology, Thunderbird the storm god...

Mephisto's expression instantly turned ashen.

On the other side, Richard returned to the Crimson Dimension and went straight to the Independent Prison Space.

He hovered high in the air, looking down at the prisoners within the prison space.

These prisoners from major dimensions had already divided territories of varying sizes based on their past living habits.

The leader-grade ones who had managed to survive occupied the large territories, while those whose leaders had been killed could only huddle miserably in small territories.

Even so, they still had to endure bullying from the powerful territories from time to time.

Richard smiled wryly and shook his head, saying with emotion, "It really is true that villains always find worse villains to torment them."

His figure flashed, instantly landing within the floating palace that suppressed this Independent Prison Space.

Richard raised his hand in a void grab, and a ray of gray light surged out from deep beneath the floor of the palace, landing in his palm.

Then, he teleported above the floating palace, flicking his