The scene reached a deadlock, the God of Red Mist remained silent, and Hercules became more murderous.
Then, Hercules seemed to have received some notification and roared angrily.
"You are asking for death."
boom--
A large torrent of earth-yellow magic power spurted out, striking squarely at the core of the pan-consciousness of the God of Red Mist.
Then, a giant khaki dragon nearly a hundred meters long fell from the sky, like a tall building falling down.
Boom——
The earth shook, the mountains and rivers were turbulent, and endless dust and red mist blended and lingered.
Hercules raised his paws high, with his fingers clearly clenched into fists, and the sound of piercing the air broke the shaking world.
With a snap, a hazy white mist disappeared next to Hercules' claw arm.
Sonic punch.
boom--
The earth split open, and a crack hundreds of meters long appeared on the earth. The aftermath shook endlessly, and the soil in the place groaned and sank under the violent pressure.
The God of Red Mist was scattered and quickly gathered in the mountains ahead, barely revealing a grinning face.
"roar--"
The frightened Red Mist Druids, the followers of the Red Mist God, roared and launched an attack on the hundred-meter-long dragon without fear of death.
Snap——
With one claw, a red mist druid named Xuan was turned into a pulp.
With a flick of its tail, several red mist druids that were jumping close were thrown hundreds of meters away, rolling on the ground like rag dolls, hitting and breaking big trees until their bodies were in tatters and shapeless shape.
Stop under friction.
In this battle, the gods saw Hercules' true fighting prowess, his immense strength and tyrannical physique.
The beautiful figure is like a killing weapon. The scales, claws, wings, and tail are all deadly weapons.
Those non-god Red Mist Druids were able to suppress the God of Narcosis in close combat, even causing him to suffer a small loss, which also proved that these things were not very weak.
But in front of Hercules, he can't even be considered a bigger one, let alone an enemy.
Of course, what they were most interested in was Hercules' crazy flipping movements in the sanctuary of the God of Red Mist.
It seems that he is looking for something.
What exactly is it?
The hearts of the gods are as if there is a cat scratching at them.
Looking at Hercules' angry actions while holding the Red Mist Godhead and destroying the Holy Domain of the Red Mist before leaving, I'm afraid that thing hasn't been found yet.
This made the gods even more curious.
Pantheon, what exactly was lost?
——————
"Okay, this step has been completed, it's time to implement the next step."
In the misty space, several consciousnesses were constantly fluctuating in the temporary Gods Communication Department.
"Well, it has been delivered to me as well."
A divine wave sends such a message.
"Well, Hercules performed well. Who's turn is next? Well, it's my turn. It's my turn."
A certain cheerful divine consciousness chirped, it was time for her to perform in this scene.
Although the plan has only been planned for less than half a month, the gods have already practiced it countless times. The God of Foreknowledge has counted all the gods on this land, and the Pantheon has taken into account their personalities and responses.
To the extent that other gods will believe in you, and to the extent that is just right, you have to do it just right, not too much, not too little.
"Well, be careful and don't be too exaggerated." A certain divine wave exuding thunder warned a certain blond god.
"Well, okay."
Soon after, the space fell into darkness again, and no sound could be heard again.
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At the same time, a weak beast glowing with red mist seemed to appear out of nowhere, exuding the aura of the God of Red Mist.
"What?"
A creature with the appearance and size of an antelope was running on the mountain wall, with a look of interest in its eyes.
There is a light gray godhead embedded in his eyebrows, faintly outlining the appearance of a mountain range.
This is a god.
The spirits that walk in the mountains, the mysterious beings that are beyond the reach of ordinary things, are considered to be the gods of the mountains.
He looked at the Red Mist Druid, who was exuding light red mist, and saw that the other person's condition was not very good.
The Red Mist Druid made a babbling sound, and there were intermittent fluctuations.
"The great...great...god..."
"I am...shadow...god...believer"
"Please...you...contact...me...God"
"My god..."
"Ho ho..."
The Red Mist Druid opened his mouth, spit out a pink bubble, and his shapeless animal-shaped body began to collapse.
Wow——
The blood and internal organs were shattering, and there was deep regret in the eyes of the Red Mist Druid.
In his memory, he is a believer of the Shadow God, sent to carry out the most sacred mission, to steal something from the Pantheon.
Unfortunately, he successfully took over the thing from the God of Red Mist, but was seriously injured due to the aftermath of Hercules' blow.
puff--
The Druid of the Red Mist breathed his last breath, with strong faith in the God of Shadows and no fear of life and death in his eyes.
The antelope-like mountain god shook his slender, rounded horns and looked at the dead Red Mist Druid.
Interestingly, the God of the Red Mist died just now, and the gods of the Pantheon are wandering around like crazy, with their red eyes looking like they are going to turn the whole earth upside down.
It just so happens that this matter has something to do with the God of Shadows.
You know, when the Pantheon established its power a few years ago, those gods also ran away as the Shadow Gods.
He wouldn't even believe it if he didn't tell me there was something in between.
call--
The antelope in the mountain took a gentle breath, sucking a broken soul into its mouth, and a trace of thought flashed in its eyes.
A few seconds later, he took a breath of cold air and realized that it was really something from the Pantheon.
He used his hoof to pull at the Red Mist Druid's body, and pulled out a stone obelisk with a small crack in half.
Immediately, without stopping, he spread his limbs and ran wildly. A stream of divine power was poured out in all directions, eliminating all traces he left here.
In the void, a blurry human face smiled slightly, looking at a certain mountain god who was paying no attention to his head.
There are more than one or two pirated copies of the Pantheon here. Although some are righteous or neutral god organizations, there can only be one Pantheon on this land.
call out--
A golden figure drew the sound of thunder. The figure had arrived, and the sound slowly came from behind, with extremely violent vibrations.
The God of Speed has flown back and forth like this several times, and this time, she landed in a mountain.
Immediately afterwards, extremely strong vibrations came from it, causing the air hundreds of meters around to tremble.
Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if an invisible big hand broke through the air, turning into billowing air waves that impacted in all directions.
"who!"
"Who is it!"
"Who is it!!!"
The many gods who were watching couldn't help but glance sideways at this big golden bird with fried feathers.