A wide-open space.

At this moment, tens of thousands of people marched past in a mighty procession, each clad in armor, and nearly half of them were on horseback.

At the very front of the procession, hundreds of warriors in golden armor led the way.

An old man quietly approached a middle-aged man with a furrowed brow and whispered, "Chieftain, do you think they might be lying to us and completely surrounding us after we reach the sacred mountain?"

The burly man swallowed hard, a hint of fear creeping in, but he still tried to reassure them, saying, "They shouldn't. If they wanted to kill us, they wouldn't make it that complicated."

Furthermore, I offered my wife and daughter to them back then, so Zeus shouldn't bother with us for the time being.

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes widened immediately.

How dare you say such a shameful thing? You even sent my wife and daughter away just to save your own life.

The thought of his beautiful wife having to accompany those beasts ignited a fire of rage within him.

Although his wife is nearly a hundred years old, her demigod cultivation level, combined with her excellent self-care, makes her look only in her forties.

In addition, her face was completely wrinkle-free, and every inch of her skin was incredibly fair and tender.

He then glared resentfully at the hundreds of people ahead.

It is said that after World War I, many women were given as rewards to his close subordinates, and some were directly sent to comfort camps.

It might be in the hands of one of them.

No, it's even possible that everyone bullied his wife.

Just as his anger was reaching its peak, the thought of those true gods with inherited lineages instantly calmed him down.

Because he needs to cultivate for a few more years, become stronger, and then give it his all when he's about to die.

"Yes, that's right. I'm not afraid of them at all," he reassured himself.

So he slowed the horses down, completely ignoring the disapproving looks from the people around him.

However, a large number of people also glared resentfully at the hundreds of people, but none of them dared to make a move.

The golden-armored soldier in front suddenly felt a chill down his spine, turned around and looked back, then cracked his whip and approached the figure at the very front.

"Captain Gregory, what if they take this opportunity to ambush us?" the soldier said, swallowing hard.

Because he discovered that several of the men seemed to be his wives' ex-husbands.

This made him always walk at the front of the group, ready to run away immediately if anything happened.

"Don't worry, the rest of the Lucy family are all cowards. When many of their elders and the old patriarch died in battle, they didn't dare to utter a single word."

To curry favor with the sacred mountain, he even sent away all the beauties of his family. Wait, Sidney, aren't your wives...?

"Don't be afraid. I just came from those beautiful women when I arrived. Learn from them," Gregory said slowly.

But he was also extremely panicked, because one of his stunningly beautiful mature wives was someone he had been brought from one of the old men.

The thought of that ripe and alluring appearance, that figure so juicy it seemed like it could be pinched, filled him with a wave of nostalgia.

Then, urging his mount on, he sped up.

To be honest, he also felt a chill down his spine. What if someone with a bit of backbone suddenly appeared? He'd be killed in battle.

You should know that they have several main gods there.

Before long, all the golden-armored soldiers tacitly increased their speed.

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In another direction, hundreds of golden-armored cavalrymen led tens of thousands of people toward the sacred mountain.

Several squad leaders even had a beautiful woman in their arms, making their journey quite enjoyable.