I have an Apocalypse City Chapter 1704

Chapter 1704: Chapter 1705: Challenge Chapter 1704: Chapter 1705: Challenge A thirty-meter divine body is already approaching that of a Main God Level powerhouse. Even the Goddess of Dawn, who is by his side, now possesses a little over twenty meters in divine stature, shorter than Song Jian. Sitting on her divine throne, she appears to be a head shorter than Song Jian.

“When did he grow to such heights…” The Goddess of Dawn looked towards Song Jian beside her, her eyes filled with complexity.

“That kid has actually mastered nine Powers of Law, how, how is this possible…” The Bright God seated in the first row, second divine throne, had not once gazed directly at Song Jian, but the movements of all the deities within the Pantheon were within his divine sense's range. How could he not know that a dark horse had emerged among the gods?

The Bright God was clear about every step of Song Jian's growth journey. From a mortal to a deity comparable to the Main God Level in less than ten years, to the Bright God, this seemed like the biggest joke he had ever heard.

But now, the joke was not just heard but vividly taking place before his own eyes. The Bright God even felt that the world had become too unreal.

But looking at Song Jian, he seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

“My strength can only rank fifth?” Song Jian's gaze couldn't help but drift towards the four divine thrones in front.

Seated in the prime divine throne was an old man who looked to be over eighty years old, with white hair and beard, but his face did not have a single wrinkle, even smoother and more delicate than a young girl's face, and his eyes shone like stars. The aura he emitted was mighty yet gave off an innocuous feeling.

“How is this possible, could it be that his aura is actually affecting my senses?” Song Jian was astonished inwardly. Just then, the other party seemed to notice Song Jian's gaze, turned his head towards Song Jian with a smile on his face, nodded his head, appearing very kind and amiable, fulfilling all the characteristics of a benevolent old man in Song Jian's mind.

Yet all of this gave Song Jian an unrealistic feeling, and his vigilance did not diminish even slightly but grew stronger towards the old man.

“Indeed worthy of being the number one deity!” Song Jian thought to himself. Since the Pantheon ranked him first, evidently, this old man's strength was the most formidable of all the deities.

Sitting in the second divine throne was the Bright God, possessing the largest religion in the gaming world, his strength naturally not to be underestimated.

Sitting in the third divine throne was a two-headed giant, none other than the Brutal God Xiong Xikai, feared even by the Bright God, a mighty deity with two heads on one body. During battle, their minds connected, they coordinated seamlessly, and their combined strength could even match that of three Main God Level powerhouses.

The fourth divine seat was occupied by the Lord of Thunder Wokalibe. His divine body was even taller than Song Jian's, resembling a giant bear sitting upright, his body covered in thick white hair, every strand of which glimmered with faint sparks of electricity. His gaze was firmly on the lightning spear on the God King's throne, his eyes filled with covetous lust, ready to snatch it at any moment.

It could be said that there was not a single deity who did not covet the scepter of lightning, but none displayed their desire so nakedly like the Lord of Thunder, not even the Lord of Light dared to stare at the lightning spear so recklessly.

Time passed quickly, and more deities appeared in the Pantheon, with the number nearing eight hundred. In just a few months, almost all deities who had fallen to the mortal realm had regained their divine power and entered the Divine World. Additionally, during this time, even more new gods had joined, with the number of new deities accounting for about one-third of all deities. This was already a terrifying figure.

To think that the number of new gods born in these mere months was several times that of the new gods from the previous millennia. Some of them had killed saints who had fallen to the mortal realm, seizing their Divine Flame and divinity, while others had ascended to the Divine World through many years of accumulation and their own strength.

“Eight hundred deities competing for three hundred and sixty seats, this probability, heh,” said those who had originally thought they had more than an eighty percent chance of obtaining a divine seat, now feeling a heavy weight in their hearts. With two deities vying for one seat, the stress suddenly became palpable for those ranked lower in the divine hierarchy, and the atmosphere in the Pantheon was no longer as relaxed as before.

“Is there even a need to compete? Just allocate the divine seats according to the order of the divine thrones. After all, the difference in strength is clear at a glance, and this could save a lot of time!” suggested a deity seated near the front.

“Indeed, the ranking of the divine thrones is based on strength, but who can guarantee that in actual combat, the strong will definitely defeat the weak?” countered another deity. “Haven't there been enough instances of the weaker overcoming the stronger throughout history? Strength fluctuates, and only through real combat can we truly know!”

This was the only opportunity to vie for a seat in the Pantheon, and no deity wanted to let it pass. After all, securing a seat in the Pantheon was no simple matter.

Sitting on a divine seat allowed one to perceive the Power of Law much more effectively, at a speed several times that of ordinary deities. In essence, deities with divine seats and those without were completely different classes. For two deities of similar strength, if one possessed a divine seat while the other did not, within a few years, a significant gap would form between them. Over time, their strengths would change dramatically, and the latter could no longer hope to catch up to the former.

Take the current situation in the Pantheon for instance: The deities on the tenth and eleventh steps of the divine throne were not significantly different in strength, perhaps only differing in one Power of Law. But if the deity on the eleventh step snatched a divine seat, within just a few years, they would completely surpass the deity who had been on the tenth step before.

A few years, in the lengthy lives of deities, was practically insignificant. It might be the time it took to concoct a batch of elixirs, a simple session of closed-door cultivation, or even just a short rest.

Therefore, unless a deity was too weak and stood no chance at all, those ranked around four hundred, or even five hundred, would fight with all they had for a seat in the Pantheon.

“Alright, the competition is about to begin!” The Bright God looked at the elder deity next to him, and, seeing that the latter had no intention of speaking, stood up and said aloud, “The first three hundred and sixty deities, reveal your divine names. Those beyond the three hundred and sixty can challenge at will, and the victors will take their place. There will be a quarter of an hour rest between each challenge. Let the battle for seats begin now, and by the way, I welcome any challenges. After all, although I was once a Main Deity, I have not fully recovered my strength, leaving opportunity for everyone!”

After speaking, the Bright God revealed his divine name, “God of Light and Prayer.”

Chapter end

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