A huge crack suddenly appeared in the air, as if the heaven and earth were split apart. That is the passage where the holy places of various countries begin to enter the battlefield of the gods. It is a door surrounded by mysterious runes. On the other side of the door is an unknown battlefield full of chaos and war.
The mysterious runes on the door seem to be alive, shining with light of various colors. Sometimes they are as bright as the sun, sometimes as dim as the night, and they seem to be telling the world behind the door. These runes are beating constantly, just like a heartbeat. Each beat brings a deep tremor, which is the fear of the unknown and the expectation of challenges.
A battle broke out in the passage. It was a battle between gods and devils, angels and demons. Every impact, every attack causes the space to vibrate and distorts time. The power of the gods and the cunning of the devil, the purity of the angels and the temptation of the devil, are intertwined here to form a magnificent picture.
The sound of battle was like thunder, deafening. The gods are flying in the sky, waving their artifacts, and their bodies are shining with light of various colors. That is their power, their will, and their belief. Demons shuttled across the ground, roaring and screaming, their bodies condensed with dark power, a power that destroyed everything.
However, it is not just the power of gods and demons that is most striking in this battle. But the humanity that emerged in that battle. Those soldiers fighting in the war have firm eyes, decisive actions, and resolute figures.
In every corner of the world, holy places in various countries have fallen into melee. In front of Jerusalem's Wailing Wall, Christian believers and Muslim pilgrims clash with each other, vying for control of the holy site. The walls of temples, mosques and churches were shattered by shellfire, and sacred texts dimmed in dust.
On the wet sands of India's Ganges River, Hindu, Islamic and Buddhist pilgrims clash with each other in an attempt to eject each other from the holy site. The holy water of the Ganges became extremely red under the baptism of blood and fire.
On the Great Wall of China, the ancient walls are riddled with bullet holes and cracks. Followers of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism fought fiercely for control of the Great Wall. The sound of war drums, the clash of swords and the shouts of believers intertwined, breaking the tranquility of the Great Wall.
At the foot of Mount Kilimanjaro in Africa, there was a fierce conflict between the indigenous people who believed in witchcraft and the colonists who believed in Christianity. Whites and blacks, Christianity and witchcraft, have drawn sharp dividing lines in this mysterious land of Africa.
In every corner of the world, holy places in various countries are experiencing unprecedented melee. The smoke of war filled the sky over every holy place, making the originally sacred place full of killing and blood. However, in this melee, people are gradually realizing that they have other options besides fighting for the Holy Land.
Under the illumination of dawn, the army of the Olympic Mountains began their journey. This army, composed of tens of thousands of warriors and countless supplies, stretched like a huge iron chain to the end of the world. They headed towards the Land of the Gods, a land full of mystery and legend. It is said that only true heroes can set foot on that land.
In the center of the army, a group of knights riding white horses attracted attention. They are masters of the border realm, wearing armor that shines with silver light. Their eyes are full of firmness and determination. These warriors showed great power in the land outside the boundary. Their power was like a fierce wind, unstoppable.
The power of the masters in the border realm is a force that sweeps through the formation. It is like the sky falling apart and the earth breaking apart, and the strong wind raging, unstoppable. They were like tornadoes on the battlefield. Wherever they went, the enemies were frightened and fled. Their strength burns like a raging fire, and they can move forward no matter what obstacles they encounter.
In front of the gate of the Land of Gods, the masters of the Border Realm burst out their power. Waves of powerful energy surged out from their bodies, like rays of light, soaring straight into the sky. This force instantly tore the surrounding space apart, and the air seemed to be trembling. It was a formidable power, an awe-inspiring power.
At this moment, they were like gods, majestic and great.
Deep in the Hall of Valor, the long-silent war horn was sounded again. That is the signal for the warriors to march towards the land of the gods, and it is also the determination to challenge fate. The walls of the Hall of Valor seemed to tremble in response to this aspirational feeling.
The Olympic Mountains, the holy mountain that the gods proudly overlook, tower into the clouds like the backbone of the world. Its radiance illuminates the abode of the gods and the hope of all living beings. That mountain symbolizes the connection between gods and humans, is a symbol of the order of the universe, and is the goal of all warriors.
The high-profile march swept through every inch of the Hall of Valor like a whirlwind. The eyes of the warriors shone with determination, and their steps were as firm as steel. They are the children of the earth and the challengers of the gods. Their courage and determination, like a blazing fire, light up the road ahead.
When the army began to march towards the land of the gods, the whole world trembled. That is mankind's challenge to God, that is fate's rebellion against destiny. Their determination swept across the mountains and seas like a strong wind, pointing directly at the summit of the Olympic Mountains. Their slogans echoed between heaven and earth like thunder. They were the oath of the brave and the determination of the soldiers.
The collision between the Hall of Valor and the Olympic Mountains is like a symphony of destiny.
Their pace was like the Nordic wind, brave and ruthless, and an unshakable determination filled the air. They are not ordinary armies, but warriors of the Hall of Valor. Their souls are ignited by eternal flames, and their flesh and blood are bound by chains of glory.
At the same time, the Olympic Mountains shone in the distance, its brilliance shining on the world like the sun. The mountain peaks are steep into the clouds, covered with snow, and every inch of the land is filled with a sacred atmosphere. The breath of the gods permeates the clouds and mist on the mountain tops. It is the source of their power and their eternal home.
These two powerful forces collided between heaven and earth, and the vibrations produced were enough to shake the world. The warriors of the Hall of Valor sang war hymns, their voices were like the silence of thousands of horses, and overwhelming fighting spirit swept the entire battlefield. Their sword blades were like the magic swords in Norse mythology, cutting the air and illuminating the darkness. Their eyes were as sharp as cheetahs, staring at the Olympic Mountains in the distance, the residence of the gods.
The gods of the Olympic Mountains are not easy people. They come out of the long river of history, and their power is enough to change the pattern of the world. Their divine light pours down from the top of the mountain, like a ray of light reaching into the sky. Their power collided fiercely with the warriors of the Hall of Valor, and the whole world trembled under the impact of this power.
This war is so cruel, life and death can only happen in a matter of seconds.
