297: Chapter 297 Even if he's cured, he'll still drool afterward...

Deathly silence!

The entire Gods Arena fell into a silence that lasted for half a minute!

All the gods, whether they were the high-and-mighty main gods or the ordinary deities in the stands, were all watching the center of the dueling arena nervously.

They were looking at Thor, the God of Thunder, who was covered in black smoke and kneeling before the scarlet mecha like a pile of mud.

"No! This is fake, it must be fake!"

"Lord Thor, the God of Thunder, wouldn't be defeated so easily!!!"

"Stand up!!! Thor!!!"

"You must still have a trump card, right?! Get up quickly!!"

However, a miracle did not occur.

In the sky, an emotionless system prompt shattered everyone's illusions.

[Ding! Thor, the God of Thunder, has been detected as unable to continue fighting!]

[In this battle, the human camp is victorious!]

[Current score, 0:1!]

Inside the cockpit of the scarlet mecha, the exclusive broadcast for Lu Yuan continued.

[Ding! Target successfully defeated!]

[Thor, the God of Thunder!]

[Your main cannon, the "God-Slaying Explosive Flame Annihilation Cannon," has successfully absorbed divine power, and the weapon has been upgraded!]

[Current multiplier: Permanent x2!]

[Current final multiplier: 4096!]

Lu Yuan listened to the system prompts ringing in his mind.

Looking at the terrifying 4096x final multiplier on the panel, he let out a long breath.

He glanced at the shield icon in the bottom left corner of the screen.

[Passive Skill: [Unyielding Barrier], current remaining immunity count: 1!]

"Phew... That was close."

Lu Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling lingering fear.

There was only one invincibility chance left.

If Thor had held on for a few more seconds just now and smashed down two more hammers... the one who would have been finished here today would definitely have been him, Lu Yuan!

"Half his body was blown to pieces, and he could still deal 450 billion damage. He really is a freak."

Lu Yuan sneered, looking at the lifeless, charred body at his feet.

"Too bad his brain doesn't work well."

"A brute is, after all, just a brute."

In mid-air.

Freya, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, was frozen stiff.

Her fair arm, holding the microphone high, was trembling violently.

Her beautiful eyes, which were originally full of charm, were now filled with an inescapable terror and disbelief.

He lost?

The strongest combatant in Norse mythology, the God of Thunder from Asgard.

He actually lost to a human?!

And he lost so miserably, so humiliatingly?!

It wasn't until God King, at the highest point of the stands, crushed the armrest of his pure gold throne with a livid expression, that the explosive sound pierced the sky.

Freya shuddered violently and snapped back to reality.

She swallowed, her voice dry, even carrying a trace of an imperceptible tremor:

"The... the first match, 1v1 duel..."

"The winner—the human camp! Red Wolf!!!"

"Boom!!!!"

As soon as Freya's voice fell, a single stone stirred up a thousand waves!

The entire stands of the Gods Arena completely exploded!

The whole audience was in an uproar!

"Despicable! Shameless! Vulgar!"

"This damn human, he cheated!"

"He used a clone to play dirty! Damn it, he's a coward!"

"That's right!! This was a shameless battle!"

"What happened to absolute fairness?! This human played dirty tricks, he's so damn cheap!!"

"He doesn't deserve to win! Kill him! Kill him!!!"

The gods in the stands completely lost their reason; they were exasperated, their faces distorted.

Roars of rage and curses swept through the entire arena like a tsunami.

They couldn't accept it.

The high-and-mighty gods had actually been trampled under the feet of a mortal!

In contrast to the impotent rage of the god camp, the preparation area of the human camp, as well as the Dragon Kingdom players watching the live stream across the server, were plunged into an unprecedented frenzy of excitement!

They won!

Even the high-and-mighty Thor, the God of Thunder, had been taken out!

Who else could be a match for their guild leader?!

At this moment.

In a remote corner of the god preparation area, Loki, the God of Mischief, was bowing his head.

His shoulders were trembling violently, as if he were trying hard to suppress some kind of sad emotion.

Tyr, the God of War, saw this and thought he was heartbroken over Thor's miserable defeat.

Tyr sighed, reached out to pat Loki's shoulder, and wanted to comfort him.

However.

Tyr didn't see it at all.

In the shadows, on Loki's lowered face, the corners of his mouth were curling upwards crazily!

The arc was getting bigger and more exaggerated!

Finally, it pulled into a brilliant yet sinister smile!

If he hadn't been biting his lip tightly, Loki definitely would have laughed out loud right now!

"Mocking me, huh?!"

"In the Pantheon, weren't you laughing very happily?!"

"Didn't you say I was a piece of trash who couldn't even beat a human, losing face for Asgard?!"

"What?"

"Don't you love to laugh?!"

"Why aren't you laughing now?!"

"Thor, the God of Thunder? The strongest combatant?"

"Pah!"

"Isn't he still being rubbed into the ground by that devil named Lu Yuan?!"

"Happy now?!"

"Turned straight into a roasted wild boar?!"

While laughing wildly in his heart, Loki pretended to wipe away tears, making intermittent sobbing sounds.

"Cough, cough... Wuwuwu... Thor, you lost so miserably..."

"I warned you long ago that these humans would play dirty!"

"You, you just wouldn't listen to your uncle!!!"

"Don't be too sad, Loki."

Tyr patted his shoulder, gritting his teeth, "In the next match, I will go on stage myself!"

"Damn human, prepare to suffer my wrath!!!"

"Mm... wuwu... Tyr, you, you must be careful..."

Loki covered his face, and his shoulders shook even more violently.

He couldn't hold it in anymore.

He was about to laugh himself crazy.

... ...

On the dueling arena.

Eir, the Goddess of Healing, led several divine medical officers and ran into the arena in a hurry.

They hurriedly and clumsily lifted the charred Thor onto a stretcher.

While lifting him, Eir checked Thor's nearly collapsed divinity.

The more she looked, the more alarmed she became, and finally she shook her head repeatedly:

"Sigh! He's ruined..."

"His soul origin is damaged; even if he recovers, he'll be drooling from now on..."

In just a few minutes, the battlefield was cleared.

The next second.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening loud noise.

Tyr, the God of War, holding a giant sword like a crazed lion, smashed heavily into the center of the dueling arena!

Violent divine power, like a tangible hurricane, swept across the entire arena.

"Humans, send your strongest..."

However, before he could finish speaking.

"Creak—"

The gate of the dueling arena on the human camp side let out a harsh mechanical grinding sound and slowly opened upwards.

Immediately after.

Under the gaze of all the gods and players across the server.

A hunched figure walked out from the dark gate, unhurriedly.

The moment they saw that figure clearly.

In the center of the dueling arena, Tyr, who was radiating killing intent, froze in place.

In mid-air, Freya, who was preparing to loudly commentate and warm up the scene, opened her red lips wide.

Even Loki, who had been bowing his head to steal a laugh, suddenly raised his head, revealing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Tyr, Loki, Freya: "????"

"Old man, who the hell are you?!"