"How could humans possibly be stronger than gods?"
To everyone's astonishment, Hermes crossed his arms.
With a gentle flutter of golden wings, his body slowly rose into the clouds.
The moment he ascended into the sky, holy light that tore through the heavens poured down, illuminating the small patch of land where Hermes was.
In that instant, the surrounding world fell silent.
Soon, dark clouds gathered and obscured the clear sky once again.
Only where the holy light shines remains bright.
A violent lightning and hurricane erupted almost simultaneously, sweeping across the entire capital once again.
The yellow lightning bolts falling from the sky resembled ferocious beasts, crashing heavily into the flat earth and tearing deep fissures into the land.
Torrential rain and raging flames followed, and fierce flames erupted from the ground, which had been cracked open by lightning, shooting straight into the sky.
The torrential rain, accompanied by strong winds, danced wildly in the air.
Huge raindrops soaked everyone's clothes, casting a thin curtain of water over the capital.
Even wildflowers and weeds withered rapidly from all around the earth, replaced by a vast expanse of swirling thorns.
At this moment, it was as if the capital city had become a place that had angered the gods, and all sorts of terrifying natural disasters quickly swept across this land.
The surrounding area was completely engulfed in chaos and ruthlessness, with various disasters intertwined, causing countless people to scream and fall into a state of panic.
Only in that area shrouded in holy light could even the swirling raindrops not reach it.
Hermes, bathed in golden light, slowly rose toward the sky.
But just as he was immersed in peace.
boom--!
A gleaming silver spear streaked across the night sky like a shooting star.
Piercing through lightning and flames, breaking through hurricanes and torrential rain, mixed with various elemental substances, against the backdrop of the void, it pierced through Hermes' golden wings.
Suddenly, Hermes' eyes widened.
He didn't even have time to react.
But then he felt a sharp, stinging pain that spread from the base of his wings throughout his body.
The holy light in the sky began to dissipate, and Hermes, suspended in mid-air, fell uncontrollably to the earth like a bird with broken wings.
Everyone stopped screaming, staring wide-eyed in shock at the astonishing scene.
Bang!
With a dull thud, dust billowed up, but was quickly suppressed by the surrounding downpour.
Hermes fell to the ground again.
He looked down at his wings and froze on the spot.
This time, a huge, bloody wound was torn open at the base of one of his wings.
One wing wobbled precariously, as if it would tear and fall off at any moment.
The blood gushing from the wound seemed to reflect his despair and helplessness.
At that moment, a deep and aged voice slowly rang out:
"Why do you think that gods are necessarily stronger than humans, Ribo Ultra?"
Upon hearing this voice, Hermes abruptly looked up at Aubrey, who was sitting on the steps.
Upon seeing Aubrey's kind face, his expression was filled with terror.
Because he realized something.
He was so focused on Viktor that he forgot about him.
The strongest in this empire has never been Victor...
Aubrey, sitting on the towering steps, cast his sharp gaze upon him.
"Even gods bleed."
Don't forget.
The moment he finished speaking, an incredibly terrifying bolt of lightning suddenly struck down behind Aubrey.
The scorching yellow light was even more dazzling and awe-inspiring than the golden light in Hermes' eyes.
It was as if an extremely terrifying lion had unleashed a chaotic roar, capable of tearing even gods apart.
Aubrey's figure appeared even more majestic amidst the thunder, his murky yet profound eyes fixed intently on the falling Hermes.
Finally, at the spot where the lightning struck, a powerful wave suddenly arose.
A powerful red aura gradually emerged and began to shape the terrifying body of a lion.
The crimson lion slowly stood up.
With heavy steps, it walked around Aubrey from behind and stood beside him.
Aubrey gently cradled his face with one hand while stroking the lion beside him with the other.
The red mane around the lion's neck is like a majestic flame capable of purifying everything.
A terrifying aura ignited the oppressive atmosphere, and a sense of suffocation instantly filled the entire ruined capital.
Amidst that awe-inspiring and majestic voice, an aged yet infinitely powerful voice slowly resounded:
"This is my country."
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