Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

"That's right, that's right. On the bright side, maybe all the gods who are going up this time are the weakest ones from each mythological system. They're deliberately holding back, giving us humans a chance to win and a chance to survive!"

"Ah, thank you, Most High and Most Father Almighty God, thank you, All-Knowing Liberator Shakyamuni Buddha, thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Majesty!"

The wind is surging.

Just then, the four kids from Zeta were strolling around with Cerebro, who was also underage.

Just as Mefilas's little cousin and the Chebulian were exhausted to the point of fainting, they immediately woke up to work again, working until they suddenly died, only to be rescued and pulled back to work.

Just as tears welled up in his eyes, and the clouds finally parted to reveal the sun, Batman Bruce Wayne, having suddenly gained enlightenment, was executing all the evil Jokers, and everything was thriving at the same time.

It is a world that is far away, far from the Ultra Multiverse and the DC Multiverse, and far, far from the Warhammer universe, in a world that is so far away that it is impossible to know how far away it is.

Today, here, at this very moment, is the most boisterous and bustling moment since the birth of the first life in the entire world.

Unparalleled in the world—of course, only in this world. Compared to the ultimate arena of the Cosmic Martial Arts Tournament, this so-called unparalleled arena is not even worthy of comparison, let alone even a fraction of a second of a collision.

Compared to the martial arts tournament in the main universe of the Land of Light, this arena is nothing more than a dilapidated mess.

But for the locals who have never seen anything like it, this arena is already unparalleled, and today, the most unparalleled competition in the world will unfold in this arena!

Humanity all over the world, audiences all over the world, and gods of all systems.

Now they have all gathered here, all in one place.

Although humans stand on the ground, and many gods occupy special positions high above, in this lively and noisy atmosphere...

Whether human or god, they were all caught up in the same situation, their emotions involuntarily agitated.

Even though the gods tried their best to restrain themselves from expressing this excitement and thrill, their inner emotions could not be hidden.

This was the first time humanity had challenged God.

This is also the first time that God has wanted to stand on the same stage with humanity in the name of equality.

However, even at this moment that determined the life and death of the entire human race, there were still many discordant voices in the audience area outside the arena.

Among those chattering voices, some were none other than a large number of gamblers from all over the world, men and women, young and old, gathered together, openly discussing gambling matters.

They were betting on which human would appear, on which god would take the stage, and on whether humanity would survive or the gods would give in and lose.

They were overjoyed and excited, their excitement even surpassing that of everyone else and the gods who were looking forward to the battle!

And when someone nearby glared angrily and roared in condemnation, "This is a life-or-death battle for all of humanity! Heroes from history fought for us, and you're gambling with their lives? Is it really necessary to be such scum?"

At such times, the gamblers would still laugh and joke around one by one, without feeling the slightest bit ashamed or guilty.

One of the female alcoholics and gamblers even brazenly retorted, "Since the heroes are willing to fight the gods, it means they don't mind. What's wrong with letting them contribute their remaining energy? Don't you think so? Haha!"

"Yeah, yeah, hahahahaha!"

"Don't meddle in my business. Are you going to gamble or not? If not, get lost!"

Even if the world were to end any second now, don't stop me from drinking and gambling!

"If we don't gamble, what's the point of living? We might as well let the gods wipe out all of humanity!"

"That's right, come on, place your bets now!"

The people around were trembling with anger.

Gambling a little occasionally is fine, but to gamble on the value of heroes about to take the stage at a time like this—is that even human?

Unfortunately, these gamblers from all over the world were also aware of their own strength. They knew that although ordinary people could only verbally condemn them because of their power and numbers, they dared not take action. However, the heroes of history could sweep away all of them together with one person.

So from the very beginning, this group of gamblers and drunkards deliberately gathered here, far away from all human heroes. Not a single human hero was here to watch the arena.

This strategy clearly worked.

Normally, people might be able to complain to historical heroes, but that's really not possible now.

The entire audience is now packed with seven billion people from all over the world, it's overflowing. Although it's possible to move around and there's space, it's simply impossible to complain to the historical heroes from here.

Neither time nor space allows it.

There were no roads to pass through, and now, everyone knows this perfectly well.

Immediately, Ragnarok, the Legend of the Gods, and the Great Tournament of Gods and Humans will begin!

"Shh!"

Suddenly, a beam of light shone down into the pitch-black arena of the gods.

The light shone directly on a person in the very center of the arena—no, it was none other than God, shining upon this god!

This god is none other than any other being; it is precisely a very famous god from mythology and legend!

Heimdall, the Doomsday Watcher!

As the god in Norse mythology who guards the rainbow bridge, he always carries a horn with him.

Human speculation suggests that the horn was used by Heimdall to signal the other gods to prepare for battle whenever evil beings like frost giants—neither human nor god, neither god nor creation of gods—attempted to invade the territory of Norse mythology.

There is also a legend that when the gods are overthrown and fall, this horn will become the prelude to Ragnarok.

But how can a god die?

In fact, this horn did have a special purpose.

That law was established seven million years ago when the gods, in jest and as a form of amusement, penned the law of "humans versus gods in one-on-one duels."

When this law of one-on-one combat between humans and gods is activated and the battle begins, then Heimdall's horn will sound.

For seven million years, Heimdall’s horn, long sealed away and yet still sealed, is finally about to sound!

No one longed for this moment more than him!

"How many long years have I waited? Finally, the time has come to sound the Galar horn!"

"The final battle between the gods and humanity, Ragnarok, is about to begin. Are you all ready?!"

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh————

Countless humans, and even gods, responded with fierce enthusiasm, their shouts deafening, a spectacle far exceeding the execution of the Joker in Gotham.

After all, with the Joker having lost the blessing of the seven Crisis Forces and having no chance of turning the tide, the citizens and superheroes outside Gotham still have a lot of things to do.

And here, there are the entire seven billion humans, plus a large number of historical figures whose souls remain after death, and the cries of the gods.

"The rules of the competition are simple: the outcome will be determined by the death of either a human or a god. In other words, if one's existence is permanently annihilated, the winner will be revealed!"

"In the first round, leading the gods are..."

"That man!"

Swish!

As Heimdall's tantalizing introduction unfolds, a new light shines down, and the passage closed off by the gods is about to be slowly opened.

“Every god wants to see that guy unleash his true power. His thunder hammer is enough to shatter the earth. If he doesn’t step up to fight, who will?”

"Born to fight, die to fight."

"The strongest in Northern Europe—"

"So! God!"

No, the portal to the gods has not been opened.

Or rather, before it even opened, accompanied by Heimdall's impassioned declaration, the next second, with a flash of lightning, the first to appear, Thor, actually teleported directly from the waiting room to the center of the arena.

Although his face was expressionless, his eagerness showed that he cared a lot about this rare match between humans and gods!

Thor, dressed in white, carrying a chair, teleported into the arena while seated in the chair—a display of power in itself, a preemptive strike that showcased his might.

Not to mention that he was also holding a huge hammer on his shoulder.

That hammer was so big that even if we didn't consider it a divine artifact, but simply regarded it as an ordinary sledgehammer made of iron metal, it must weigh at least several tons!

However, Thor, sitting calmly in his chair, effortlessly gripped the massive hammer on his shoulder without even lifting an eyelid.

"My God, it's Lord Thor!"

"There's no way we can win!"

Although Heimdall's lines are not sophisticated, and could even be described as rather weak, his ability to convey emotions is quite poor.

However, Thor single-handedly stunned everyone with his entrance and power, completely redeeming Heimdall's image, which had been diminished by the lackluster host and introducer.

In that instant, the entire venue erupted in cheers, with almost everyone lamenting and raging.

Although Thor is not the supreme god in the system, everyone knows that he is undoubtedly at the level of a supreme god!

Faced with such a supreme god, what can humanity use to fight, and what can it use to win?

It's over, it's all over.

At the same time that almost everyone on the human side was staring wide-eyed, dejected, and so dejected that they were constantly praying to God and Buddha, all the gods on the other side were laughing heartily.

"Our Thor is invincible! Hahaha!"

Even Adam, the first human ancestor who was undoubtedly the most powerful among humans, surpassing not only humans but also demigods and even many gods, and who was given too many precious resources when he was created, was so powerful that he might have had the opportunity to exchange some blows with the supreme god.

If they were to face Thor, they would probably be instantly killed in no time!

After all, Thor's strength ranks among the top even among the supreme gods of various systems. If it weren't for Zeus, he could even be considered number one.

How could humans possibly have a chance of winning!

"Humanity is doomed..."

"The first one is Lord Thor, the God of Thunder. The gods never intended to go easy on him!"

"Are they really determined to exterminate us? Why, why are the gods so malicious, so unjust, ahhh!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Help! Why, why are we humans so weak? How could humans possibly be a match for Thor? We'll die! No matter who goes up, they'll be instantly killed!"

The moment Thor appeared, all the humans in the audience, after hanging their heads in dejection, turned pale one by one, muttering countless words of sorrow and fear.

They were all terrified!

As the youngest sister of Brunhilde, the Valkyrie who initiated the battle between humans and gods, the thirteenth Valkyrie also turned deathly pale: "Big sister, we're going to lose!"

"No, I won't lose. No matter what, I'll definitely not lose!" Valkyrie Brunhilde stared wide-eyed, gritting her teeth, as if trying to comfort herself and strengthen her resolve.

"What are you saying, sister?" Valkyrie Thirteen cried. "I know that the first human you planned to appear was Lu Bu, the strongest man from the Three Kingdoms period, but even that man couldn't possibly be a match for Lord Thor!"