In total darkness, the Olympians entered Tartarus. This is a mysterious and dangerous place, where darkness surges toward them like tentacles, trying to swallow them up. However, this army was not intimidated by the darkness. The weapons in their hands shone like bright towers illuminating the darkness.
When the dark tentacles came into contact with the light, they were instantly bounced away and dissipated in the air. The Olympic army advanced inside step by step, their steps were firm and powerful, as if they were looking for something in the darkness.
As the army deepened, the darkness around them became thicker and thicker, as if it was about to swallow them up. However, this army did not stop. They used the weapons in their hands to emit more intense light to block the darkness.
In the gloomy and solemn underworld, the undead army and the Olympic army launched a fierce battle.
The undead army is composed of the most powerful death knights and dark wizards. They are dressed in black armor and have weird smiles on their faces. Their steeds are summoned from the grave, with a grim death glare in their eyes. Each undead soldier holds a black sword that has absorbed countless lives, with terrifying death flames jumping on the sword tip.
The Olympic army is composed of gods and their believers. They wear silver armor and have hope and courage shining in their eyes. Their horses descended from the Well of the Sky, each possessing the speed of wind and the power of thunder. The weapons in the hands of the Olympic soldiers shone brightly in the sunlight, and the thunderous power on the blade seemed to be able to cut through all darkness.
The two armies met in the center of the underworld, like two huge millstones colliding, making a harsh metallic friction sound. The cruelty of the war is beyond ordinary people's imagination. Every soldier seems to be dancing between life and death. Their blood and courage mix together to form a thrilling picture.
Although the undead army was outnumbered, the Olympian army gradually gained the upper hand through courage and wisdom. The silver thunder power drew dazzling rays of light in the darkness, and every collision made the undead army take a step back. Although they kept coming, the Olympic army remained standing like an indestructible boulder.
In this contest between darkness and light, the Olympic army showed their courage and determination. They kept pushing inside until finally, they found their goal and completed their mission.
The undead army surged in like a tide. Their figures were tall and twisted, with deep resentment and the aura of death on their faces. Their steps were heavy, and the ground trembled with each step, as if they were dragging the whole world into hell.
Their opponents, the Olympic Army, are on the side of light. They were tall and muscular, with expressions of determination and courage on their faces. Their weapons glowed as if they could dispel the darkness.
The two armies faced each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. The leader of the undead army, a huge dark creature, let out a thundering roar and then charged towards the Olympic army.
The Olympic army did not back down, they also charged. The two armies collided with a deafening crash. The collision of swords, the tearing of flesh and blood, and the splash of blood formed a tragic scene.
In this battle, every soldier exerted his best. They fight with swords, shields, bodies, and lives. There was no fear on their faces, just determination and determination.
The undead army was numerous, but the Olympian army was not overwhelmed. Their courage and determination kept them going in battle. Every attack they made caused the undead army to take a step back.
On the eerie and solemn battlefield, two armies faced each other quietly. One side was the embodiment of death and fear, and the other side was the symbol of strength and honor. The endless army of undead surged out from the edge of darkness, like an invisible torrent, covering the entire land in icy shadow. Every undead is filled with deep resentment and rage, their eyes are burning with orange-red flames, and their mouths have cruel and cunning smiles.
Then, just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, the undead army suddenly began to stir, as if responding to some unknown signal. From the depths of the undead army, a group of giant monsters emerged from the ground, like messengers from hell, joining this cruel war.
These giant monsters are huge in size and ferocious in appearance. Their bodies are covered with hard carapace, and they have a pair of huge wings on their backs. Their eyes are as hot as lava, and their breaths spurt out corrosive poisonous gas. Whenever they wave their huge fists or slash through the air with their sharp claws, they will cause deadly energy fluctuations.
The Olympic army looked frightened and frightened when faced with this sudden giant monster. For a time, the sound of war drums, shouts, and wailings intertwined together to form a chaotic and tragic picture. Facing powerful giant monsters, even the bravest warriors will feel fear, but those giant monsters seem to ignore pain and fatigue and continue to attack.
Although the soldiers of the Olympic Army resisted bravely, they suffered heavy casualties. Groups of brave warriors fell under the attacks of the giant monsters, and their blood dyed the entire battlefield red. The statues that once symbolized honor and power have now become dilapidated.
However, even in such despair, the soldiers of the Olympic Army did not give up. They supported each other and used their last courage and strength to fight to the death with the giant monsters. Their eyes were full of perseverance and determination, as if to say: "Even if this is our last battle, we must let the enemy know that we will not give in easily."
At the same time, the undead army was watching eagerly from the side, as if waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to completely destroy the Olympic army. However, their plan did not succeed. Although the Olympic army suffered serious losses, their fighting spirit was not weakened, but became more determined.
The Olympic land is sprinkled with blood and broken hopes. The once magnificent military formation was now filled with silence, and the endless aura of death shrouded the land. Hades and Poseidon, two ancient and powerful gods, looked at this tragic scene, their hearts filled with sorrow and anger.
The god of Hades, wearing a black robe, had an expressionless face, as if he was used to the cycle of life and death. He raised his hand, and traces of mysterious runes flowed from his fingertips, turning into dark chains and flying towards the undead army. These chains are like ghosts, leaving illusory shadows in the air, as if they are depicting a picture of death.
At the same time, Poseidon appeared from the ocean, wearing a blue robe and holding a trident. His eyes were full of endless majesty and calmness. He raised his hand to the sky, and the waves of the ocean surged instantly, forming a huge wall of water that completely swallowed up the undead army.
This is a war to eliminate death. The two gods only use their power to save the dead and send them back to the underworld and return to the dust. Their powers are intertwined, like stars in the dark night, illuminating the darkness and allowing those souls struggling on the edge of life and death to find their destination.
The undead army surged like a black tide, and their roars were like the roar of the wind, shaking the surrounding air. Among them, a more powerful undead figure stood out. He was tall and mighty, wearing a worn-out armor and holding a huge broken sword. He seemed to be an undead warrior walking from an ancient battlefield.
His appearance aroused the high vigilance of Hades. There was a cold light in the deep eyes of Hades, and he felt the threat from the undead. However, the undead warrior did not flinch. He roared and rushed towards Hades, waving the broken sword in his hand and launching a fierce attack.
Each of his swings carried the aura of death, as if he was about to split Hades' body in half. However, Hades was not afraid. He used his own power to resist the attacks of the undead warriors and started a fierce battle.
This battle was extremely fierce. The undead warriors and Hades clashed with each other in the dark underworld. Their strength and will were fully demonstrated in the battle. In the end, after countless battles, the undead warrior was finally defeated and completely defeated by Hades.
Poseidon clenched the trident in his hand, his eyes as sharp as the cold moonlight. He stood on the windswept beach, facing the undead army coming like a tidal wave. His figure looked lonely and firm in the dark night, like a mountain that no one could shake.
Poseidon waved his trident, and each wave seemed to draw a picture of destruction. The air made a sharp whistle under the swing of the trident, as if it was wailing and screaming. That huge power condensed into whirlpools in the air, as if it was about to swallow the entire world.
The undead army collapsed under his trident, their bodies scattered like grains of sand in the fury of the wind. Their souls were shattered in painful wails, as if they were being sucked into an endless void. Their existence seemed to be reduced to insignificance by the power of Poseidon, like humble insects destroyed by God's wrath.
The ground trembled under the swing of the trident, as if it was about to burst into abyss. The sea water washed over the beach, making a deafening noise, as if cheering for the majesty of the sea god. The fleeing undead fell one after another under the attack of Poseidon. Their bodies smashed deep pits on the ground, and their broken souls shone in the moonlight.
A dark crack suddenly opened, as if a bottomless black hole was gradually expanding. The dark aura surged out like a tide, filling the entire space with endless pressure. It was a suffocating sense of oppression, as if even the air had become heavy.
Hades and Poseidon, the two supreme gods, seemed so small in front of this dark atmosphere. They tried to resist, but the force was as violent as a violent storm and knocked them away together. Their figures drew a long trajectory in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
A powerful momentum burst out in this space, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world. The dark aura is rolling, like a ferocious beast, making people fearful. The air around him was trembling, as if moaning at the terror of this power.
The whole world has fallen into darkness and chaos, as if the end is coming. Hades and Poseidon struggled in the darkness, trying to regain their footing, but the power kept coming like a tide, making them unable to move.
This is the power of the dark atmosphere, it is like a huge shadow, covering the entire world. In the face of this power, even the supreme gods cannot resist. The emergence of this dark aura plunged the entire world into despair.
Its shape is like a demon in the abyss, terrifying and evil, making people fearful.
When this dark figure appeared, the God of Thunder, the main god who symbolized strength and justice, stood at the forefront and stepped forward. His image is like a tempered giant, towering and firm, filled with unparalleled majesty. His eyes shone with determination, as if no darkness could invade his sight.
The dark figure and the God of Thunder faced each other from a distance, forming a sharp contrast between the two. One light and one dark, one strong and one weak, forming a sharp opposition. The power of thunder erupted from the God of Thunder was as violent and violent as the power of the gods, instantly defeating the dark aura emanating from the dark figure.
It was a confrontation between darkness and light, a collision between evil and justice. The thunder power of the God of Thunder was like an indestructible sword, cutting the dark figure's dark aura into two. The dark figure seemed so insignificant in front of the power of the God of Thunder.
As the dark aura dissipated, the terrifying dark figure also gradually receded. The power of the God of Thunder is like sunlight, dispelling darkness and bringing back light. It is a symbol of victory, a declaration of war against evil. No matter how powerful the darkness is, it cannot withstand the power of the God of Thunder.
It was an ancient, profound power, as if coming from distant Greek mythology, making people feel a heavy sense of oppression. That dark figure is the remnant of Kronos. His existence is like a lingering nightmare that haunts the heart of every living being.
The target of the Olympic army is this dark figure. Their eyes burned with firm determination, and every warrior understood that this was their mission to protect world peace and order. The Lord God, Poseidon and Hades stood side by side, their powers coming together to form an irresistible force.
The Lord God held a shining sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed at the dark figure. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he wanted to nip all evil in the bud. Poseidon stood beside him, controlling the power of the ocean. His power was like the vast ocean, unfathomable. The god of Hades represents death and rebirth, and his presence makes the dark figure feel a deep fear.
The three gods took action at the same time, and their powers merged in the air, forming a bright light.
The three gods, Lord God, Hades and Poseidon, gathered together to prepare to fight against the powerful dark force. Their powers come together to form a bright light that illuminates the entire universe.
However, when they collided with the dark force, the three gods only felt a powerful impact for an instant. They are shocked and horrified by how easily their powers are swallowed up by dark forces.
The three gods only tried to gather strength again, but the dark power was too powerful for them to resist. They could only watch as the dark force swallowed up their power and left them injured.
"The strength of this black shadow is too terrifying!" the Lord God said painfully.
"We must find a way to fight it!" Hades said firmly.
"We can seek help from other gods!" Poseidon suggested.
The three gods only began to think about how to fight against this dark force, but their hearts were filled with fear and uneasiness. They know that this battle will be extremely difficult, but they must face it bravely, otherwise the entire universe will be plunged into darkness.
His figure was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all the light around him. His eyes were like two dim stars, with no light, only endless darkness.
His hands stretched out like black wings in the night sky, and each finger became like a sharp dagger. Countless hands of darkness flew out of his hands, like black meteors in the night sky, carrying the aura of destruction.
These dark hands are as flexible as ghosts. They fly in the air and intertwine into a huge black net. Their targets are the three gods - the Lord God, the God of Hades and the God of the Sea.
The Lord God stepped forward and his divine light illuminated everything around him. His eyes were full of firmness and determination, as if he wanted to break everything in this darkness. However, the shadow was not afraid, and his dark hand cut through the Lord God's light like a sharp blade.
The god of Hades walked out of the netherworld, his figure like an invisible ghost. He tried to use his power to push away the dark hands of the shadow, but these black blades seemed to be able to ignore everything and pierce directly into the soul of Hades.
Poseidon churned in the sea, his power causing huge waves. These waves tried to repel the dark hand of the shadow, but these black sharp blades seemed to be able to swallow everything, making Poseidon's efforts in vain.
The shadow sneered in the darkness, and his laughter seemed to penetrate everything. He continued to wave his dark hand, trying to destroy the three gods. His figure became more and more blurred in the darkness, as if he had become one with the darkness.
This is an endless battle, the dark hand of the shadow and the power of the three gods intertwining in the sky to form a spectacular picture.
Suddenly, the shadow attacks. Countless hands of darkness were like black meteors, breaking through the obstacles of space and rushing straight towards the Lord God, Hades and Poseidon. It was an irresistible force, like the coming of darkness, swallowing up all light.
Under this fatal attack, the Lord God, Hades and Poseidon were forced into a defensive state. Their power collided with the shadow's dark hand, bursting into brilliant light. However, this shadow did not retreat because of this, but instead attacked more violently. It was an unyielding determination and a kind of madness that wanted to completely eliminate the opponent.
