Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

The news of the primordial army's expedition to the Chaos was like a thunderclap that exploded in the boundless Chaos.

Like ripples, it spread layer by layer to every corner of the chaos.

Within that chaotic divine realm, Hongjun and the four sovereigns were sensing the approaching aura of the primordial army.

That aura was so vast and so powerful, like an unshakeable mountain slowly moving, crushing down from afar into the depths of chaos.

Hongjun stood atop the divine realm, the Jade Disc of Creation slowly rotating above his head, showering down endless, profound radiance.

He gazed into the depths of chaos, in the direction from which the aura of the primordial army emanated, his brows furrowed and his expression grave.

He sensed it.

Among that army, there were the auras of Pan Xuan and Di Jun.

It has the aura of Taiyi, the aura of the eleven ancestral witches, the aura of the Three Pure Ones, and the aura of the Styx River.

There were also countless auras of the Witch Clan, Demon Clan, Asura Clan, Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan.

The countless auras intertwined, resembling a boundless, surging ocean, rushing towards this chaotic divine realm from afar.

"What a grand display."

Hongjun said slowly, his voice deep, "Panxuan, you have finally brought your primordial army here."

Zeus stood beside Hongjun.

He said in a deep voice, "That primordial army is coming with great force and is by no means ordinary."

The army was led by six sages and accompanied by armies from various ethnic groups, making it a formidable force that should not be underestimated.

"If we rely solely on the power we currently possess within this Chaotic Divine Realm, I fear we will find it difficult to withstand them."

The figure of God in the holy light slowly spoke:

"Zeus is absolutely right. The entire primordial army has come out in full force, determined to win."

If we do not meet them with our full strength, we will likely find it difficult to contend with them.

We must each return to the divine realm, gather our gods and armies, and only then can we fight that primordial army!

Odin leaned on his ancient spear, a cold glint flashing in his single eye:

"Very well! I will return to Asgard now and summon my Norse gods and heroic warriors!"

"Though that primordial army is powerful, the heroic warriors of Asgard are not to be trifled with!"

Brahma closed his eyes for a long time, then slowly opened them:

"I shall also return to the Brahma realm and summon my Indian gods and celestial legions."

"Though that primordial army is powerful, we, the gods of the Brahma Realm, must fight with all our might!"

Hongjun stood atop the divine realm, slowly surveying the four rulers, and said in a deep voice:

"Four fellow Daoists, each return to your respective domains and gather your armies."

I will remain to guard this Chaotic Divine Realm.

I will set up layers of defensive lines and traps outside this divine realm to buy time for my four fellow Daoists to assemble their army.

Once your four fellow Daoists' armies arrive, we will engage that primordial army in a decisive battle to the death within this chaos!

"good!"

The four rulers spoke in unison.

Each of them transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the depths of chaos, towards their own divine realm.

Those four streaks of light, like shooting stars, pierced through the boundless chaos and vanished into its depths in an instant.

In the Chaos God Realm, only Hongjun remained, standing atop the realm.

He gazed in the direction where the four rulers had departed, then looked in the direction where the primordial army was approaching, a cold, deep calculation flashing in his eyes.

"The primordial army... Panxuan..."

Hongjun said slowly,

"Do you think that by gathering a large army and launching a distant expedition against Chaos, you can flatten my Chaos God Realm?"

"Just you wait and see how I, Hongjun, will lay down this inescapable net for you!"

The realm of the Olympians is a world located deep within the chaos.

Within that divine realm, there are majestic sacred mountains, solemn temples, and countless Olympian gods and demigods, who have dwelled there generation after generation.

Zeus was the first to return to his Olympian realm.

He landed atop Mount Olympus, and the aura of thunder instantly enveloped the entire divine realm.

At the summit of that mountain stood that magnificent temple.

That was the residence of the king of the Olympian gods, and the central hub of the Olympian pantheon.

Zeus stood before the temple, looked up to the sky and roared; his voice, like muffled thunder, echoed through Mount Olympus.

"Olympian gods! Come to me at once!"

Within that divine realm, countless figures flew out from the temples, mountains, oceans, and underworld.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, wielding his trident, rode the towering waves, breaking through the deep sea.

He was surrounded by a misty aura, as if he were the embodiment of the power of the four seas.

He landed beside Zeus and asked in a deep voice, "Brother, what has happened?"

Hades, the god of the underworld, wearing an invisible helmet and surrounded by the aura of the underworld, stepped out from the underworld.

His face was solemn, like a god who controls life and death, forever carrying a hint of mystery.

Ares, the god of war, wielding a spear and exuding a murderous aura, roared down from the battlefield.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he were the embodiment of the flames of war, born to fight.

The goddess of wisdom, Athena, holding a spear and shield, her body radiating the light of wisdom, emerged calmly from the temple.

Her gaze was wise, as if all the schemes and wisdom were contained in a single thought.

Then came Apollo, the sun god, riding his sun chariot, his body radiating golden light, speeding down from the heavens.

He held a seven-stringed lyre and a golden bow, as if he were the embodiment of the god of light and art.

The moon goddess Artemis, holding a silver bow and bathed in moonlight, emerged gracefully from the mountains and forests.

She was ethereal and aloof, like the embodiment of the moon and the god of the hunt.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, with her alluring aura, gracefully descended from the Aegean Sea.

She was stunningly beautiful, as if she were the embodiment of all that is beautiful and loving in the world.

Hermes, the messenger of the gods, wearing winged boots, moved with lightning speed, arriving from the clouds in an instant.

He was quick-witted and agile, like a messenger of the gods, moving between heaven and earth.

And then there was Hephaestus, the god of fire, wielding his forging hammer, his body enveloped in the aura of the furnace fire, as he slowly emerged from the temple of the forging god.

Then Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, emerged from the temple, surrounded by a warm aura.

Dionysus, the god of wine, emerged from the vineyard, enveloped in an aura of pleasure and intoxication…

The twelve Olympian gods, along with countless lesser gods, demigods, and nymphs, all gathered under Zeus's command.

They stood atop Mount Olympus, gazing upon the majestic Father, awaiting the command to set out on the expedition.

Zeus surveyed the gods and slowly spoke, his voice echoing like thunder throughout Mount Olympus:

"The primordial army has marched on to the Chaos, intending to crush our divine realm! How can we, the Olympian gods, sit idly by and await our doom?!"

Today, we shall gather our armies and fight that primordial army to the death!

"Let's fight to the death!"

The Olympian gods roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Thunder, waves, ghostly energy, fighting spirit, wisdom, light, moonlight, lust...

Countless auras intertwined, resembling a vast and unshakeable divine power.

Zeus raised his hand, and the thunderbolt spear was held high, a dazzling bolt of lightning piercing the sky:

"Olympian gods, follow me into battle!"

And God returned to his holy kingdom of light.

That Holy Light Kingdom is located in a realm deep within the chaos.

Within that divine realm, holy light shone everywhere, pure and flawless, like a secluded paradise isolated from the world.

Within that holy light, there are pure white clouds, a magnificent temple, and countless angels and saints, who have dwelled there for generations.

God descended into the temple, and the holy light suddenly surged, enveloping the entire divine realm in a pure white glow.

He spoke slowly, his voice solemn and vast, like the first cry of creation at the beginning of time: "My holy kingdom, my angels and my armies, come forth and pay homage!"

The words, like ripples of holy light, spread in all directions.

Within that Holy Light Kingdom, countless figures slowly emerged from the holy light—

There was the archangel Michael, wielding a flaming sword, his body radiating holy light, as if he were the embodiment of that holy light, the guardian of the divine kingdom.

He stood beside God, the flaming sword seemingly ready to strike down any invading enemy.

One day, the angel Gabriel sounded the sacred horn, and the sound of the horn shook the heavens, like the prelude to the Last Judgment, or like the command for a sacred war.

There was an angel named Raphael, holding a holy staff, surrounded by an aura of healing and protection, as if he were the embodiment of the mercy and protection of the holy light.

There was an angel named Uriel, surrounded by flames, as if he were the embodiment of the fire of judgment, his eyes filled with an inviolable majesty.

And countless angels emerged from that holy light, hundreds and thousands of them, standing in formation.

Behind them stood countless saints and divine soldiers, forming a vast army of holy light.

The army of holy light, with its radiant light reaching the sky and its horns blaring, resembled an endless, pure white ocean.

God stood in that temple, gazing upon the army of holy light, and slowly spoke:

"The primordial army has embarked on a distant expedition into chaos, seeking to seize my divine kingdom!"

"My holy beings of my divine kingdom, my angelic armies, shall follow me into battle, to protect my divine kingdom, and to repel that primordial enemy!"

"I am willing to fight for my Lord!"

Countless angels sang in unison, and holy light soared into the sky.

The chanting sounded like a sacred song, echoing in the divine realm, and like a horn, resounding through the chaos.

God raised his hand, and the holy light transformed into a pillar of light piercing through heaven and earth: "My divine army, follow me into battle!"