Dark purple lightning, like a surging ocean current, swept across the high sky covered with dark clouds.
The fierce winds mingled with Zeus's furious roars, echoing throughout the sky and even over the entire city of Shulburne.
Two dazzling bolts of lightning collided repeatedly, and chaotic roars relentlessly assaulted the arena.
It tore apart piece after piece of dust and rock.
From the outside, the entire arena has transformed into a giant cocoon of thunderstorms and hurricanes, completely submerging everything within its space.
At this moment, countless spectators sat frozen in their seats, like puppets.
The flashing lightning and sudden gusts of wind before their eyes had completely numbed them.
He was no longer able to utter a word about what was happening in the arena.
Even though the fierce battles in the sky continued, they no longer held any interest for the audience.
The eyes of each person revealed only an overwhelming sense of helplessness and calm.
Hope seemed to have become unattainable for humanity the moment Zeus went mad.
Whether it's Victor or Zeus, people no longer distinguish who is the hero and who intends to destroy the world.
Despair, like withered weeds, snapped in their hearts.
These broken blades of grass swayed in the wind, filling their thoughts.
The nature of this war of the gods has been completely changed.
The relationship between God and man has become completely opposed.
At this point, Victor had finally completed his initial plan.
The outcome is already decided; the gods are powerless to turn the tide.
He no longer needed to consider what rebellious actions these gods might take; having lost human faith, they were already powerless to reverse the tide.
They no longer have any value to be used.
Viktor's gaze fell upon the three gods standing in the arena; his brows furrowed and his eyes remained expressionless.
He slowly extended an arm, his palm slightly turned, and the ground, already ravaged and broken, trembled.
The next second, thick green vines burst forth from the ground.
They stretched their bodies, winding upwards, and quickly appeared among the gods.
Immediately afterwards, countless dense vines began to intertwine, and their gnarled bodies gradually formed a massive cage on three sides.
Poseidon's gaze was calm as he watched the climbing vines, his eyes showing no emotion as he simply stared at the sky.
The interlacing lightning flashing high in the sky gradually shrank in his vision until it was completely imprisoned by the cage.
Similarly, Athena and Artemis also could not escape this fate.
Artemis lay on the ground, watching as the thick vines grew increasingly ferocious.
The vines, covered with tiny, slightly stiff hairs, brushed against her skin, tightening even more.
Feeling the sudden restraint, Artemis resisted fiercely.
She tried to use the strength of her limbs to tear these uninvited guests apart.
However, how could such thick vines be torn apart so easily?
Sensing Artemis's resistance, each vine seemed to be enraged, tightening rapidly.
It completely covered every inch of her skin from head to toe, forming a solid layer of armor.
Meanwhile, Athena was in a similarly difficult situation.
Her body had withered away and lost all its strength.
As she gradually lost faith, the spear and shield in her hands became rusty and fell to the ground.
The vines wrapped around her limbs and waist, tightening relentlessly.
They climbed up Athena's neck and began to obscure her vision.
Athena felt weak in her limbs, and a deep sense of confusion appeared in her eyes.
She watched Viktor's retreating figure and murmured:
"Why... I clearly helped you."
"Then why not continue to help them to the end?"
Victor's voice was calm, but his words felt like a thousand needles piercing Athena's heart.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, calmly watching her.
Then, Victor slowly walked up to Athena.
Amid her bewildered and surprised expression, he reached out and pinched her chin, lifting it slightly.
Athena was forced to look up at Victor, her eyes meeting his obsidian pupils.
She also remembered that when she first met him, he acted just as aggressively.
But at that moment, Viktor's words conveyed admiration and also gave her a strange sense of power.
Now, facing Victor, who has made her lift her chin again,
Athena's vision blurred, as if time had reversed and she had returned to the past.
However, at this moment, all she could see was intense humiliation.
"You devil... I only regret that I didn't see through your true colors sooner."
Athena clenched her teeth, her voice becoming somewhat muffled from the effort.
She actually believed Victor, thinking he would keep his promise and take them home.
However, Poseidon's words, coupled with the signs of decay appearing on her body, revealed the cruel truth.
Deities without faith, like them, will inevitably face death sooner or later.
In other words, Viktor didn't even need to take any action.
Soon after, they will experience 'death' just like Apollo and Ares.
Now, Victor's intervention to restrain them is merely a prelude to a showdown.
He no longer needs these goddesses.
Next, their only purpose is to die completely, becoming nourishment for his plan.
but……
"You're not unaware of my true nature; you simply have no choice."
Viktor shook his head and said calmly.
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