When the bright lightning struck Odin, some of the pagan gods suddenly turned against each other and began to attack the rest of the people around them. For a moment, the screams of shock came one after another, and they were caught off guard, and many gods were hit one after another.

"Zeus, you!" A frightened question sounded from Odin's mouth. After being attacked, he collapsed on the ground and seemed to be unable to move.

"There is only one Vodou religion, how should we divide the three gods? You should have thought of it long ago."

The middle-aged man in suit named Zeus answered for granted, then turned his head and looked at the Indian goddess who was alert to stay away because of this sudden change.

"I should say, you should have thought of it long ago."

He seemed to be very confident in his own strength, so he had no scruples after he suddenly started. At this point, the brown-skinned goddess sneered. With a command, the Indian wave began to join forces with Odin's people to attack Zeus and his gang.

So the scene once became more and more fighting less.

Unfortunately, they seemed to be very prepared. Although there were few people, Zeus and his group had no worries at all. Under the white light emitting on their bodies, they were also immune to the attacks of those elemental means!

"Although the Christian God is arrogant, he is also very reasonable. After taking away Moira and the others, I also received some compensation."

Zeus' faint laughter sounded from the edge of the battlefield.

"I didn't expect that after losing the world, my three goddesses of destiny would be much more useful than you three."

The three Greek mythological goddesses of fate assisted heaven in control of the fate of the world. This sounds funny, but it is actually true.

It’s not that Odin and the others didn’t know it, but in the past they used to use this as a joke, but now, this matter seems less funny.

However, the two leaders of India and Nordic were not too worried about this.

"You are still so arrogant, Zeus."

Although the situation looked bad, Odin, who was knocked to the ground, was not too panicked. He sneered at the man in front of him who looked down at him.

"It's a pity that we all know that you've always been the kind of insidious person who is not trustworthy."

After he finished speaking, Zeus felt something was wrong, so he didn't have time to continue to enjoy the pride of victory. His face turned fierce and his whole body was shining with lightning. He was about to attack the old friend under his feet.

As a result, a shrill scream suddenly came from not far away!

This sound sounded very harsh at first, but it instantly changed into a sound similar to the misty Buddhist sound.

It is magnificent and vast, making people feel respectful and yearning for it.

Then, the brown-skinned Indian goddess actually started dancing on the messy streets!

The scene was very strange. There were obviously a group of gods shouting and killing around, but this one started an entertainment activity.

But as her dance similar to Indian Shiva dance began, all the gods around her, whether they were their own gods or their enemies, were squatting on the ground and trembling!

Even Zeus, who suppressed Odin, frowned and began to tremble.

Odin got rid of Zeus' breath suppression, and got up from the ground weakly, laughed and said, "I lent my Drop Neil Golden Ring to Kali, which greatly increased the power of her dance, but I can't be affected by her dance. Unfortunately, other gods, even you can't escape the two of us joining forces. So you should have guessed that we didn't plan to share this victory with you at the beginning."

"You... are mean." Zeus, the black suit, replied gritting his teeth, trembling in place but unable to move at all.

"It's far worse than you," Odin said, looking at the trembling appearance of a group of gods on the ruined streets around him, and then looking at the Indian goddess who was leading the dance.

"Do you want to see your sons and daughters eat them one by one?" he asked maliciously.

Then, without waiting for an answer, he walked towards these enemies, as if ready to start his action.

However, Odin's steps suddenly stopped after a few steps. After turning around, his face gradually became gloomy.

"Where is Roya going??" He yelled, his expression furious.

So much so that the Indian goddess who was dancing stopped suddenly, then turned around and looked.

As a result, it was discovered that the tauren who had been subdued by Odin and was unconscious at this moment, disappeared silently!

The fruit of victory was so clear that the goddess's face was gloomy for a while, and she screamed in vain.

"Who is it!"

The shrill cry made the gods around him scream again, but the cry did not stop after a long time.

Because a note slowly drifted down from the sky.

The strange appearance of the note was held in the hands of the gloomy Odin under the gaze of many eyes, and then spread it out to see-

Tomorrow night, the abandoned Michelin repair shop in the west of the city, see you the God of Roya.

...

"Is this theft considered stealing?"

Cassidio's voice was as straightforward as ever. Hearing it, the two witches beside him couldn't help but look at the guy.

"It's obviously saving people, why is it stealing?"

The pointed chin witch named Rowena said righteously, then weighed the object in her hand and smiled gracefully: "This is the stealing."

She had a coat button in her hand, and Cassidio looked familiar, so he looked down at himself and found that one of the cufflinks on his left disappeared.

"You can actually hide my perception?" He was a little puzzled.

Rowena smiled proudly, but she had no intention of explaining.

Another witch was smoking with her chest in her arms and looked at all, feeling that the two people beside her were really stupid. So she turned around and looked at the closed bedroom door in front of her.

When the group of pagan gods were fighting fiercely, Charles instigated Cassidio to "bring" the unconscious god Roya. Although it was dirty about this, the angel did not refuse.

In fact, this is also very simple.

The pagan gods are indisputable in their internal strife, and the teleportation of angels is very convenient. It is natural that it is not difficult to find a suitable opportunity.

Then they quickly left the place.

"Why don't we kill them right there?"

After a few things, Fiona's understanding of Charles's strength was infinitely improved, and she felt that she seemed to be omnipotent.

In comparison, Cassidio is much calmer than her.

"The gods born of faith will not die, even if they are eliminated with specific methods, they will just fall asleep and will recover again in decades or hundreds of years."

"What about trapping them? What was Charles' plan?" The witches knew about the notes, so they asked this.

"I don't know." Cassidio shook his head.

"It's also difficult to trap them. The pagan gods with still strength can also move instantly, and the general methods are simply unprepared for. However, every god has a special means of restraint, just like a demon trap."

"So Shire wants to do a huge demon trap?"

"Maybe." Cassidio frowned, "but I don't know what kind of traps can target so many pagan gods. Maybe he attracted those gods for another reason."

As he said that, he took a special look at the closed bedroom door and felt that the person was really mysterious.

Shire was inside at this moment, and there was the unconscious god Roya.
Chapter completed!