In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl.

Chapter 602 No wall can be dug up!

Because of the earthly power that Roy displayed, quite a few fallen gods and immortals were shaken.

Themis, Oceanus, Coeus, Iapetus, Theia, and Mnemosyne—six fallen celestials in total—were subtly leaning toward Roy's side.

Among them, Oceanus surprised Roy.

A thousand years later, he and this water god fought fiercely, and their feud ran deep.

Rhea, who was the first to attack, was blocked by Themis, her expression furious: "Do you believe this nonsense? How could that person possibly bestow power upon a human!"

"Rhea, don't be so angry."

The goddess Mnemosyne shook her head and said, "The power within him is indeed the great power that created all things; it is that person's unique power!"

That unique power fluctuation, the immense strength to control the underground city, and a status superior to "Earth Mother Goddess" Rhea—how could a fallen god possibly mistake it!

"This matter must be thoroughly investigated!" Koos's cold gaze lingered on Roy.

Thea nodded repeatedly: "That's right!"

The fallen gods who sided with Roy didn't completely believe him either, but they weren't as impulsive as Rhea; their stance was to investigate the truth.

Rhea seemed to have realized something and screamed hysterically, "Chaos! It must be Chaos's conspiracy!"

Coeus, Themis, and the others frowned. This was troublesome. Rhea was clearly a loving and peaceful earth goddess, but when it came to matters concerning the dungeon (herself), she would completely lose her mind.

The goddess Mnemosyne said, "Rhea is completely blinded by anger. We are going to take this child (Roy) back to the dungeon and bring him before that person for investigation. What do you intend to do?"

Besides Rhea, there are still four fallen gods who waver, or rather, stand firmly on the opposite side: Crios, Hyperion, Tethys, and Cronus.

A mocking smile appeared on Hyperion's face as he chuckled, "That lord might not awaken even once every few decades. Too much trouble. Why not use my powers to search this kid's memories?"

"No!"

Themis replied firmly, "Your powers will cause irreversible damage to the soul, ranging from dementia to a vegetative state. I will not allow such a thing to happen!"

Hyperion sneered, "So we can only wait for decades? I don't have that kind of patience. Or will this brat obediently spill all the information he has?"

The hardliners Cleos, Tethys, and Cronus were more inclined to agree with Hyperion's opinion.

The fallen gods and immortals were arguing fiercely.

One side advocates investigating the truth and taking Roy to the deepest part of the dungeon, but this could take decades. The other side wants to forcibly read Roy's brain memories, even if it cripples him.

The smell of gunpowder in the air grew stronger.

Roy secretly observed the situation, gathering information from the fragments of conversation among the fallen gods and immortals.

Upon hearing that Hyperion wanted to forcibly search his memories, Roy's lips curled into a cold smile. He wrote it down in his little notebook, intending to kill the other party sooner or later!

Loki and Freya remained in the town built by the ancient heroes, but they were not entirely unaware of the situation. Freya's allure was also a significant asset, and Roy had established a connection with them using his eye crystal.

"Roy!"

"This kid's playing this high?!"

Loki and Freya were stunned, their mouths slightly agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

In fact, the adventurers of Orario had formed alliances many times before to fight against the corrupted fairies and conquer unknown territories. Roy had used the power of the earth to some extent, and Finn and others had also noticed this.

At that time, Loki, Finn, Ota, and others all thought that Roy had awakened some special abilities.

After all that, it turns out it's the power of God!

It was hidden too well. If it weren't for the eleven fallen immortals and dragons riding on his face, creating unimaginable pressure, Roy would probably have kept this power hidden until his death.

"Who exactly is this brat?" Loki muttered to himself, still reeling from the shock that he was connected to that guy in the dungeon!

"As expected, you are one of a kind!"

Freya's violet eyes were filled with deep affection as she gazed at Roy reflected in her eyelids, reaching out her small hand as if to touch him from afar.

With her exquisitely beautiful lips curving upwards, she didn't care about anything else. Neither the dungeon nor the fallen gods could stop her love for Roy.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield.

The fallen gods and immortals couldn't reach a conclusion, and none of them could convince the others. More importantly, none of them were good-tempered beings, otherwise they wouldn't have abandoned everything in the celestial realm and voluntarily merged into the underground city.

In the tense atmosphere, amidst the arguments filled with sarcasm and ridicule, anger surfaced on the faces of the fallen gods.

Crios, his face contorted with murderous intent, coldly said, "No need for arguing, just fight! Once everyone over there is dead, the ownership of that brat will be decided!"

Iapetus: "Very well, I agree!"

A civil war between fallen gods and immortals, six against five!

Albert and the others couldn't believe that Roy had managed to break down the powerful Fallen God with just a few words. Although they couldn't understand the content of Roy's conversation with the Fallen God, the result was obvious.

A new hope arose in everyone's hearts.

Originally, the six of them were able to fight against eleven fallen gods and immortals, and even though they were hailed as heroes, Albert and the others were still apprehensive. But now things are different.

Roy, however, was not in such a positive mood.

Only he could see that the fallen gods and immortals were shouting fiercely, but they had no intention of making a move. The gods were not fools; on the contrary, the other side was cunning and shrewd, and they would not give them the opportunity to reap the benefits. The current dispute had not yet touched on any principles.

In the end, it's highly likely that hardliners like Rhea and Hyperion will "give in" and take him back to the dungeon first, at which point he'll still be at their mercy.

Roy is going to add fuel to the fire for the fallen gods!

"Gods, I do have contact with Chaos, but believe me, I am absolutely not with that guy!" Roy shouted.

The fallen gods and immortals were once again drawn to Roy, and they all turned their gazes toward him.

Tethys said coldly, "You think you can just say it's not true?"

"Goddess Tethys, it seems you don't quite believe in your ability to discern lies. In that case, you should also believe in the power of other gods!" Roy retorted coldly, subtly trying to sow discord between them.

Upon hearing Roy's words, the other fallen gods and immortals looked at Tethys with displeasure. It was as if they thought, "You're weak, don't drag us into this," but they didn't say anything else.

Tethys was quite temperamental and too lazy to argue.

Roy wanted this very thing. Through his previous observations and the information provided by Loki and Freya, he gradually figured out the personalities of the fallen gods and immortals. Their discontent and anger accumulated little by little, and when they finally erupted, it took the form of war!

Roy's tone was firm: "I am not Chaos's ally. Calling me her successor is a bit of an exaggeration, but I will definitely save her soul—"

"Shut up! How dare you spout such nonsense, you mere human!" Rhea roared, wielding her rock spear. Her figure transformed into a streak of light as she charged towards Roy like a madwoman. The rock spear thrust out, its cold, icy light unstoppable.

However, before she could reach Roy, she was stopped by Themis.

Clang!

The rock spear, as hard as iron, clashed with the golden divine sword, producing a crisp sound. The two terrifying divine powers clashed fiercely, causing the earth to crack and the sky to change color.

"Themis, must you stop me?"

Rhea was furious and hated Themis as well. She held the gun in both hands and poured all her strength into it.

"Rhea, this child cannot be given to you!" Themis said without flinching, her eyes even more resolute than before.

"You really believe that a human being can do things that none of us can do?!" Rhea gritted her teeth.

"Isn't the fact that he possesses that power the best proof? You can't ignore that." Themis withstood Rhea's raging divine power, her tiger's mouth bursting open from the immense pressure, bleeding profusely.

Rhea roared, "This is Chaos's plot!"

Themis sighed, "You're being too extreme. Chaos isn't omnipotent. If he could forcibly strip the power of the earth from her without all of us watching, wouldn't it be better for him to just take matters into his own hands? Why bother using humans?"

In the eyes of the gods, Roy's every word was true, without a trace of falsehood.

The most important thing is still the power of the earth!

Themis doesn't believe that anyone in the world can forcibly separate themselves from the underground city (her); it must have been something "she" willingly handed over to Roy!

This alone is enough to justify Themis and Coeus's protection of Roy.

Rhea, however, did not believe this. She was convinced that Roy had stolen this power through despicable means unknown to them, and she wished he could be killed as soon as possible.

Roy looked at the two goddesses clashing in front of him. There was a fundamental contradiction between the fallen gods and immortals!

As Chaos said.

The fallen gods and immortals are not a monolithic entity; each has their own interests. There are moderates and hardliners who want to save the dungeon (her). Crios is a god of pure fun, while Hyperion wants to play role-playing and appear as a villain—these two can form hundreds of group chats.

As it turns out, if you wield your hoe well, no corner is too hard to dig down. Roy seized on this point, sowing discord and finally causing the situation to spiral out of control.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

With almost no room for maneuver, a brutal and devastating battle erupted between the fallen gods and immortals.

The violent and terrifying divine power, multicolored and dazzling, illuminated the sky as bright as day. Like a river bursting its banks, it erupted from the fallen gods and immortals, colliding and intertwining fiercely, turning this vast land into a meat grinder of divine power.

The aftershocks of the collision pulverized everything in the world!

The earth-shattering roars continued incessantly, and one black energy mushroom cloud after another rose up. Space was repeatedly torn apart and then mended, and the earth groaned in agony.

The battle between the gods was so fierce and the energy so violent that it was truly earth-shattering!

Even Roy, who had witnessed the great battle of the gods in the heavens, was startled. Compared to the boundless heavens, the mortal realm was far too insignificant.

When gods use their divine power, they can destroy the heavens and the earth!

While the battle raged fiercely on the surface, a startling transformation was taking place deep within the underground city.

Imprisoned in the 9th floor, the goddess Phoebe's limbs and torso were bound by chains formed from divine power and authority, making it difficult for her to move or escape.

The tremors on the ground reached this depth, so one can imagine how terrifying the destruction caused by the gods must have been.

"The battle for the guardians' demise has begun!"

Fu Bai murmured, her wise and beautiful eyes gazing into the empty void, her gaze seemingly traversing endless distances and seeing into the distant future.

She knew that Roy had succeeded in winning over some of the fallen gods and immortals; otherwise, with the fighting power of the lower realm children, they would have been crushed by the eleven fallen gods and immortals!

Then she had nothing to hesitate about!

As if guided by fate, accompanied by a piercing sound of wind breaking through the air, a colossal dragon flapped its wings and rushed into the floor, landing heavily beside the imprisoned goddess Phoebe.

There was not a trace of fear or panic on Phoebe's face, only a calm, serene smile: "Good child, I will grant you the power to glimpse destiny!"

Upon hearing this, a deep, dark flame suddenly ignited deep within the dragon's ferocious vertical pupils.

"roar!"

The dragon suddenly opened its blood-red maw, looked up at the sky and let out a roar, which sounded more like a terrifying howl composed of the screams of countless wronged souls and the tearing of the void.

When that gigantic maw was aimed at Phoebe, it was like an abyss that devoured everything, swallowing up the imprisoned goddess along with the chains formed from divine power.

The process of devouring is brief but violent!

The dragon let out a deep, satisfied burp. Suddenly, it shuddered, and its massive body underwent a dramatic, visible change.

boom!

A deep, eerie, dark aura erupted wildly from the gaps in every scale of its body, filthy and powerful, filled with ominousness, depravity, and destruction.

Under the influence of the dark aura, the dragon's size expanded at an astonishing rate.

Bones cracking! Muscles bulging!

Its scales became thicker and deeper, with an ominous dark purple light shimmering at the edges.

The dragon's wings stretched out, blotting out the sky and the sun; its claws became incredibly sharp, with dangerous, eerie light swirling around their tips.

Its momentum continued to rise, reaching an unprecedented height, like a world-destroying beast awakened, its power so strong that it shook the very fabric of space!

When change stops!

The original dragon has disappeared, replaced by a domineering black dragon.

Those twin dragon eyes transformed into two burning, pitch-black vortexes, seemingly connecting to the endless void and destruction.

Its body was as majestic as a mountain, shimmering with a cold, dark purple demonic light. Its head was even more ferocious, with its dragon horns slightly raised to the sky, like a crown or a torture device.

However, despite undergoing a transformative change and gaining such immense power, the black dragon's eyes showed little joy. This was partly due to its lack of complete intelligence and partly due to the limitations of its authority.

"hold head high!"

The black dragon breathed heavily, spewing out a chilling, inky black breath that seemed to freeze the soul, and roared repeatedly in resentment and rage, as if questioning a goddess:

Why not let it see its complete fate?