"Zeus".

A pleasant voice suddenly rang out.

A beautiful, pale golden figure appeared in the air.

The gods, upon seeing this, immediately landed and bowed in respect.

"Greetings to (great-)grandmother."

Gaia looked at her grandchildren, nodded her fair chin with satisfaction, and said, "Get up. Settle them down the mountain. Also, slowly transfer everyone from the Divine Realm here. We cannot let my power be lost any more."

"Grandmother, don't worry, I'll make the arrangements right away," Hades said hastily.

It then flew toward a group of guards in black armor.

Zeus glanced at them with displeasure, then went to his two trusted confidants and gave them instructions.

“I will appear immediately if there is any enemy activity. You will stay here and hold the line,” Gaia said, shaking his head.

Her figure disappeared into the air. She needed to focus all her efforts on increasing her strength, otherwise, if she was no match for the enemy, given her appearance, she might suffer a fate worse than death.

...

In the distant woods, a dazzling golden figure darted through, covering at least several hundred meters in each instant.

"The people from the other two cities should have all arrived in Olympus. Adding their main forces, their numbers are probably close to 100,000," Gu Yan muttered to himself, his speed gradually decreasing.

The divine sense entered the soul-summoning banner, where countless white, transparent objects were transforming into the blue-faced, fanged creature, while others were devouring each other.

The total number of ghost soldiers is close to 90,000.

"If I resolve a few more issues, the results should be about right," he said thoughtfully.

Then it slowly flew towards Olympus.

...

At this time, besides the guards' quarters, there were countless tents connected together at the foot of the sacred mountain.

But the situation was already in complete chaos, because countless men had seen their former beautiful wives.

They were nestled obediently in each other's arms, their faces glowing with health, clearly well-nourished.

"That bastard, how could he do this to Ruth?" A middle-aged man said through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the golden-armored soldier who was fondling a young woman.

"Hey, isn't this that good-for-nothing?"

"What, missing my wife?" the golden-armored soldier said, holding the woman in his arms.

“Bichel, let’s go back,” Ruth said awkwardly.

"Um?

"What, you're still thinking about that good-for-nothing?" Bitchell said unhappily.

Could it be that he, a direct descendant of the sacred mountain guards, is not as good as a soldier from a small town?

Ruth's blue eyes flickered, and she suddenly said seductively, "Husband, I was just thinking about the project I didn't finish last night, and I think I suddenly had an inspiration."

"What?" Bigier said, his eyes red, and carried the beauty directly to his residence.

With a soft thud, the man instantly collapsed to the ground.

A burly man was grabbing the fair wrist of a beautiful woman in a green dress, crying and saying, "Waaah, Lillian, I never thought you wouldn't look any different in almost ten years."

"Bunir, you piece of trash, let me go," Lillian said with disgust, pulling her wrist away and wiping it with a silk handkerchief.

Since being assigned to the sacred mountain, she has encountered countless wealthy and powerful figures, and even served the God King several times.

Not only did she maintain her skin to be supple and graceful, but she also acquired many resources and raised her cultivation level to the average level of a guard.

Now, seeing that former good-for-nothing whose cultivation level is even lower than his own, he naturally finds him extremely displeasing.

This situation is happening in almost every place, causing great headaches for the higher-ups.

They can control it in the short term, but if it goes on for too long, they won't believe that war won't break out.

After all, these houses and tents are not soundproof, and the guards of the sacred mountain look down on those outside.

Some people have even done it to our faces...

"Ahhh, I'm going to fight them!" a middle-aged man shouted from inside the tent, his face flushed.

That familiar voice lingered in his ears.

"Alright, Gar, just bear with it. We'll be leaving soon, and then you won't hear it anymore."

"Otherwise, even if you want to die, it's a pipe dream, and you'll only drag your brothers down with you." A composed soldier advised, seemingly still lost in the beauty of the voice.

With a bang.

The middle-aged man punched the ground, indicating that he had given in.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been sent away to save their lives back then.