At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

"I am Wendy. According to the classification of the gods, I can be considered a creator god, so in order to ensure absolute fairness and impartiality, I will preside over every duel and explain the details."

Wendy bowed with a smile to the gods and then to the humans, emanating a faint aura of a creator god.

The cheers in the arena came to an abrupt halt, and the highest gods of each pantheon on the divine side had stiff expressions.

The Creator God… another Creator God has appeared… which Creator God is this? Could it be that all the Creators Gods have returned?

The name Wendy is definitely a pseudonym. It's just that this creator god didn't want to reveal his identity. So, is He Chaos, Primordial Lord, or Amenominaka?

"Then, I declare! The first duel of Ragnarok begins!" Wendy waved his hand casually, revealing a comical clown mask on his face, perfectly playing the role of a comedian giving a competition presentation.

"Are you all ready?! Let's start cheering!!!"

Upon seeing Wendy's comedic persona, everyone's perception of the Creator God's supreme status faded, and the anxiety of the celebration and the passion for the duel between humans and gods took over their minds again, leading to a collective cheer from both humans and gods.

[Awoooo ...

"First, let's welcome the contestant from the gods' side!" Wendy shouted, pointing to the arena gates of the gods' side: "It's him, that man, hailed as the strongest warrior in the Norse pantheon, who is said to have never shown his true power!"

"It is said that even his father, the highest god in Norse mythology and the chief god of the pantheon, may have been inferior to him in strength. Of course, this may not be true."

"However, every god wants to witness his full power; legend has it that his hammer can shatter the earth and make everything pale in comparison."

"As a warrior, born to fight, and to die for war, therefore, he shall claim the victory in the first duel, that is Thor!!!" Wendy shouted into the microphone, then continued his rant as soon as he finished speaking.

"It seems that our gods are determined to win the first battle, sending out such an invincible war god in the very first match."

The supreme gods of the various pantheons felt relieved upon hearing Wendy's explanation, which seemed to favor their side. It appeared that the creator god was on their side, and they were delighted. Indeed, even the creator god was on their side; the creator god was still a god after all.

To the creator gods, humans are something they can create at will; they are merely pets and toys of the gods, so why would they care?

“So, let’s take a look at the human side?” Wendy’s voice suddenly became more animated.

"Oh~ It's actually the strongest knight from the Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur in British legend!"

"He was raised by the Lady of the Lake and blessed by the fairy. In the end, he followed King Arthur and established a once-great kingdom. Even after countless years, he is still talked about by later generations!"

"At the same time, there are many rumors about his affair with King Arthur and Queen Arthur!"

"That's right! He is none other than Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, the chief of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, who is said to be no weaker than King Arthur!!!"

Wendy's tone changed again, filled with doubt and confusion.

"But... can Lancelot alone really defeat Thor, who is hailed as the strongest in the Norse and is also the god of thunder?"

"Everyone's curious and eager to know, right? Now, please welcome Thor!!! Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake!!!"

Click, clack, clack, clack—squeak—

The iron gates on both sides of the arena slowly opened with a piercing sound. The clanging of metal and the sound of footsteps filled the air, and both gods and humans held their breath, their eyes fixed on the entrances on both sides.

Chapter 337 Humans and Gods Clash, Divine Domain Techniques [The Battle Continues]

Amidst thunderous cheers, two figures of different but equally robust builds slowly emerged.

With long red hair and a bare upper body revealing sculpted muscles, Thor wields a giant hammer whose head is larger than himself. His face is indifferent, and his eyes are full of contempt for weak humans. In his eyes, they are nothing more than humans. He is the strongest warrior in the Norse pantheon and once single-handedly destroyed the giant army that invaded Asgard.

No matter how strong humans are, they can never be a match for gods, so he didn't feel that this was a duel, but rather that he was going up on stage to crush an ant.

With short purple hair and still wearing purple knight's armor, Lancelot held the Noble Phantasm 'Unrepentant Arc', his brows slightly furrowed, his calm expression revealing his scrutiny of Thor.

In his gaze, Thor's figure was enveloped in a layer of calm blue flames, which was 'divine aura', the manifestation of the essence, energy, and spirit of a god. The seemingly calm 'divine aura' was actually a terrifying display of his control over his power.

'So powerful… Is this Thor?' Lancelot's grip on the 'Arc of No Regrets' tightened involuntarily. 'But that contempt for humanity is truly infuriating.'

'Fallen God...'

Having lived in the main universe for so long, he had long since judged a god from the perspective of the main universe, and he felt genuine disgust and anger towards the God of Thunder before him.

As a god who should maintain the world and guide humanity and civilization, he has betrayed all these responsibilities, instead treating humanity as slaves and playing games with the heavy burden of maintaining the world and guiding humanity and civilization. He deserves to die!

As expected, a god who does not love the world and humanity has no reason to exist.

To be honest, this was the first time he had ever fought a life-or-death battle against a famous god from mythology, and a chief god at that.

At his peak, he was only at the third level of godhood. Although he could contend with a main god with his divine artifacts that had been sublimated to the divine realm, it was still very difficult to kill a main god, even if that main god was not a perfect god in the 'ladder to godhood system'.

Furthermore, at this point, he had already 'descended to earth as a human,' and his body had degenerated to the ninth rank, making it extremely difficult for him to kill a main god.

This is a test for him, but also a tremendous undertaking, one that will enable him to become a true god and even touch the supreme god!

Lancelot gazed at Thor, raising his mental focus to 200%, and slowly walked to a suitable position in the arena. He glanced at the arena out of the corner of his eye, his eyes and ears automatically blocking out the roaring crowd.

'This arena is special; it restricts the use of wide-area skills. All abilities must be confined to the arena's range.'

This is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing is that neither side can use speed-based maneuvers, so B has to confront the opponent head-on. The bad thing is that the arena is only so big, and wide-range skills will cover the entire arena, leaving them with no choice but to tank the damage.

Thor was disdainful and arrogant, but when he sensed the sharpness emanating from Lancelot, he slowly and slightly looked at him directly for a second—just a second—before hoisting the giant hammer onto his shoulder.

Although he may look down on his opponents, as a warrior born for battle, he will give his all once he enters the fray, regardless of the strength of his opponent.

"Lord Thor!! He's just a mere human! Crush him with one blow, destroy him! Turn him into mincemeat, and let the humans witness your unparalleled power! Lord Thor!!" Frey, the Norse god of peace and Thor's biggest fan, shouted worshipfully.

"Exactly! What's with all the arrogance about mere humans! They were killed so easily!"

"Humans are no match for gods, let alone Lord Thor!"

"Lord Thor is invincible!!!"

The cheers of the Norse audience, who had ended the war against the giants, made Thor a hero to the Norse gods and the inhabitants of the heavens, leading to blind worship.

On the human side of the audience, the humans of this universe were filled with worry.

"Can Lancelot really defeat the gods?"

"That won't work. The Knights of the Round Table were so strong, but they only received the blessings of fairies and nymphs."

"Yes, fairies and goblins are just servants of the gods; they can't possibly win."

“That’s right! Why let Lancelot play? If our father played, he would definitely crush Thor! We’re going to lose the first match!” Cain and Abel, the two sons of Adam, the first human, shouted.

"That's right! So what if they're gods! Father is the strongest!"

Beside them are their father, Adam and Eve, the first man and woman in the universe.

“Children, quiet down,” Adam said calmly, nodding as he looked at Lancelot. “Lancelot is strong. I believe in him, and please believe in your descendants.”

“Yes, Cain, Abel, trust your descendants as your father trusted you.” Eve, with her shimmering blonde hair, spoke with a motherly admonition.

In Adam and Eve's eyes, all human beings were their children, and protecting their children was something a father and mother should naturally do.

“Even if Father and Mother say so, the difference is still…” Cain’s lips moved, but Adam continued before he could finish.

“Lancelot is very strong, I believe in him.”

"What are these clown gods so arrogant about! Do they really think humans can't kill gods?!" Gavin, a Knight of the Round Table, stood up from the audience and pointed at the divine audience, cursing, "Now you better open your eyes wide and see how our strongest knight kills a god!"

"Not just that Thor! You, all of you gods! Just wait until we win seven games and you'll all be 'sent down to earth'!"

"That's right, Gavin!" the hot-tempered Mordred roared. "Lancelot! If you dare to lose, then don't call yourself a Knight of the Round Table, and resign yourself! Do you hear me!"

"Lancelot, you can't lose!" Gawain shouted.

"Exactly! You're not fighting alone!"

The Knights of the Round Table all shouted encouragement to Lancelot in their own way.

"What! You ignorant humans! You have no idea what power is! You should all just die!" Frey pointed at the human audience and cursed, then stuck out his tongue and made a face.

"Anyway, you're all going to lose seven games in a row, and then you'll all be wiped out, hehehe~"

"That's right, that's right. How dare these mere humans be so arrogant towards the gods!" The gods immediately launched a scathing attack on the humans.

The humans from the original universe were still afraid of the gods and dared not retaliate when they were insulted, so they could only cower and shrink back. But the people from the main universe were much more aggressive. In the eyes of the superhumans from the main universe, these gods were already skeletons in a tomb, just not yet buried. They immediately began to spew saliva with great arrogance.

"They are all withered bones in a tomb, I will capture them sooner or later!" The extraordinary person from Xia Kingdom spat towards the audience of the gods.

"Wow, the audience's emotions are boiling over! This is really exciting!" Wendy, a competent host and commentator, laughed.

"It seems that Thor and Lancelot are both observing each other. Who will make the first move?"

"Can Lancelot really win? Sister..." In the audience, the little Valkyrie Grey tugged at Brunhilde's sleeve with concern.

“No problem,” Brunhilde said confidently, even though last night she had planned to have her sisters and Lancelot undergo 'One Lotus Rebirth' to become divine artifacts and fight together.

However, Lancelot immediately planted a divine sword in the ground, a sword even stronger than the divine weapon her sister had transformed into.

As expected of the authentic Lancelot from the main universe, this Lancelot from the microcosm is not even one-tenth as good, no, perhaps not even one-hundredth as good.

"Lancelot, defeat him." Artoria's voice reached Lancelot's mind. At this moment, she was only King Arthur, not the God-King who enforced the universe.

Lancelot's chances of defeating Thor are not high, only 30%. However, if he enters a critically injured and dying state and triggers the Divine Realm-level Noble Phantasm 'Battle Continues' twelve times, his strength will increase by 30% each time it is triggered. If all twelve times are used, his strength will triple, and his chances of winning will temporarily rise to over 60%.

Even if Lancelot fails, he won't die; he'll simply return to the main universe, which in this world would appear as permanent death.

Lancelot shuddered and took a deep breath: "Yes, my king. My king has already allowed him to defeat Thor, so he must win."

“Thor,” Lancelot said in a deep voice, then stepped forward, gripping the black-purple greatsword Unyielding Arc.

Thor didn't speak, but just looked at him with disdain, and lifted his foot to walk towards the center of the arena.

[What's wrong with that human? He seems to completely look down on Lord Thor!]

Is Lord Thor a god, or is he the god? Such arrogance towards gods deserves the extermination of humanity.

[Go, Lancelot! Kill that damn Thor!]

[Exactly, it's just a corpse that can still move!]

The human and the god drew closer and closer, soon reaching attack range. As they approached, they analyzed each other's weaknesses, until finally, both were so strong that they couldn't discern anything.

In an instant, a blinding light burst forth in the center of the arena. The light exploded so fast that even ordinary gods could not see it clearly.

Boom—the ear-piercing sound and impact of the colliding steel instantly sucked the air out of the atmosphere.

Lancelot gripped his greatsword with both hands, his face contorted with bulging veins, but his eyes remained calm as he locked in a fierce struggle with Thor's hammer with all his might.

Thor held Mjolnir in one hand, his expression unchanged, but a hint of surprise flashed in his disdainful eyes, slightly astonished that a mere human could actually block his casual strike.

"Drink!" Lanstrom shouted softly, his armor making a sound as the muscles beneath it bulged. He swung his sword, the powerful force instantly sending Thor's hammer flying.

boom--

Thor was repeatedly knocked back, leaving long marks on the arena with his body.