Dragon of Catastrophe-Chapter 437 - 165: Twenty-Seven Years Old, Land Awakens

Chapter 437: Chapter 165: Twenty-Seven Years Old, Land Awakens

In no time, he had run over a hundred kilometers.

He arrived at a city with towering walls.

At the city gate.

Shang Bo, an Yonia riding a UNICORN, exchanged a few words with the guard before entering the city.

Inside the city, many houses were also made of stone.

Men and women on the streets, in addition to animal skins, also wore silk garments.

They were equally tall, but some of the women in silk did not look as strong, instead possessing a gentle beauty, with broad chests, narrow waists, and wide hips.

Compared to the robust women, these women were more delicate, seemingly living at a higher standard, like nobles.

On the streets of the city, a group of people were setting up stalls, selling wild beast meat and various strange items.

Shang Bo, riding the UNICORN, galloped through the road, and people would make way for him, leading him quickly to a gigantic palace.

Outside this palace, thirteen statues at least thirty meters high stood.

The statues seemed to have weathered countless storms, covered in blanched and aged traces.

Gigantic stone pillars supported the majestic palace.

Shang Bo, riding the UNICORN, exchanged words with the guard once more.

Finally, an elder, five meters tall, wearing a gem crown and a priest’s robe, with graying hair, slowly walked out of the palace.

Beside him were other men and women, who approached Shang Bo and solemnly asked:

"Warrior Shang Bo! I am here to confirm once again, is the report you submitted true?"

"I am very sure! Your Holiness the Pope! Parret can no longer restrain themselves! They have had the Mighty God’s offspring, the Heroic Strength, move a mountain, blatantly provoking us!

As citizens of the Goddess of Wisdom and War, Athena, we should retaliate! Teach those bastards a lesson!

Continuing to tolerate will only make those bastards think we are weak!"

Shang Bo knelt on one knee, his expression solemn.

"The Parret are ambitious, years ago they annexed Lhasa; now they are beginning to act against us."

"Isn’t it inevitable? We predicted this result years ago."

"These bastards! Do they really think that Yonia is devoid of people?"

"Your Eminence! Please send troops immediately! Teach those bastards a lesson!"

"These followers of false gods must be properly disciplined!"

The group behind the Pope clamored, their faces filled with anger.

The Pope remained silent for a moment, then sighed and said:

"Since the mythological era, the new gods replaced the old gods, and the great new Divine King Ah Zeus decreed that new gods and the children of gods should not kill each other...

Everything was originally harmonious and peaceful, but who could have imagined... ever since the Divine King disappeared a thousand years ago.

The Twelve Main Gods have been embroiled in internal strife.

We, the children of the gods, can only attack each other... though we originate from the same source, with divine blood flowing in our veins..."

"Your Holiness the Pope! That damned Parret worships the false God of War, Ariel! They are heretics! Their blood is filthy! How dare they claim the same origin as us?

This source of contamination should be eradicated swiftly to prevent its spread!"

"Indeed! Your Holiness the Pope! Declare war! Exterminate these heretics! The Goddess of Wisdom and War will support us!"

The group around him shouted in unison.

The Pope sighed with closed eyes, finally nodding.

Several days later.

Two armies, each numbering at least tens of thousands, gathered on the plains near the mountain that had suddenly appeared.

Leading one army was a man wearing golden armor, at least seven meters tall.

Beneath him was a pure white pegasus, over ten meters in length.

He held a golden shield and a golden spear.

The other side was led by a man in blood-colored armor, riding an equally large but even more enormous giant rhinoceros.

Holding a blood-red war axe nearly as big as a human.

One side was naturally Yonia, the other, Parret.

A gentle breeze rustled the grass on the ground.

But it didn’t dispel the murderous aura of the two armies.

"Hahahaha! Cowardly Yonia, I never expected it.

You miserable weaklings really dared to declare a sacred war with us brave Parret! It seems the divine blood within you hasn’t completely vanished!

But heretics are always heretics! Today, I, He Lei, shall, on behalf of the great God of War Ariel, completely annihilate you!"

The man holding the blood-colored war axe, He Lei, shouted loudly, his voice thunderous, echoing miles away, clear even to the Yonia army.

The power of the Mighty God’s bloodline seemed also to grant him an incredibly loud voice.

"Damned heretic! Brainless brute! How dare you challenge the great wisdom of Yonia! I, Yogas, shall, on behalf of the great Goddess of Wisdom and War, Athena, make you pay the price!"

The man holding the golden spear, who called himself Yogas, also shouted.

Both sides roared unwilling to yield.

Then they charged at each other.

Their leaders collided first.

This was a confrontation between two heroes.

Golden spear and blood-colored giant axe clashed, the terrifying roar echoing, as if about to burst eardrums.

At the moment the weapons clashed, the energy explosion threw everyone within a hundred meters around, flying.