Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Heimdall was hit by this powerful blow, and immediately vomited blood, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. At this time, he was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, with his breath dying, and his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.

Seeing this, Wang Hun gathered his strength without hesitation, preparing to strike a few more times to end Heimdall's life. His eyes revealed a hint of coldness and determination, as if he was executing a divine judgment. After a few strikes, Heimdall could no longer withstand this powerful attack, and his body gradually turned into a stream of energy and dissipated into the air.

Thor was lying on the side, and when he saw this scene, his heart was filled with shock and grief. He used up his last bit of strength and said in surprise: "That is Heimdall's Godhead!" Wang Hun was slightly stunned when he heard Thor's words, and then a trace of doubt appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself: "So that thing is called Godhead." After that, he realized the importance of this Godhead, and without hesitation, he used the teleportation technique and instantly appeared at the place where Heimdall disappeared, ready to pick up the Godhead and take it for himself.

However, just when Wang Hun was about to touch the Godhead, a figure passed by like a ghost. This person was extremely fast, as if a gust of wind passed by, picked up the Godhead in an instant, and then ran away in an instant. Wang Hun saw this and was furious, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

He looked carefully and saw a man in front of him. He was wearing a red cape that fluttered in the wind, looking particularly handsome. He had a handsome face and his eyes revealed a firmness and courage. It was Adam from before!

Wang Hun's eyes instantly ignited with rage, and the flames seemed to ignite the surrounding air. He stared at the familiar figure, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, with a fierce murderous aura emanating from his body. Then, he shouted in a stern voice: "It's you, Adam! What on earth are you going to do?" The voice was like a huge bell, carrying endless anger and astonishment, breaking through the clouds, and violently vibrating in the air, startling the nearby birds to flap their wings and flee.

Adam raised his lips, revealing a slightly cunning smile that seemed to contain countless unknown secrets. He said softly, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just picking up some treasures that have been ignored by you so-called strong men."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the mysterious glowing Heimdall's godhead in one gulp. In an instant, the light of the godhead loomed in his body, as if it began to produce a strange and mysterious fusion with his body. Wisps of light emanated through his skin and reflected on his face, adding a bit of weirdness.

This action stunned everyone present, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. Thor, the powerful Nordic god, was seriously injured and dying, lying on the ground with blood staining the land beside him, but his eyes still revealed irrepressible resentment. He used up his last bit of strength and roared through his teeth: "Adam, you bastard, what on earth do you want to do?"

The voice was slightly hoarse due to weakness, but it was filled with endless resentment and anger. Tyr tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, his knuckles turning white due to the force, as if he was going to crush the handle of the weapon. His face was full of shock and anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged, showing his extreme anger.

Hades, the lord of the underworld, showed a rare look of astonishment on his face under his black robe. His eyes, which were usually as deep as the abyss, were now wide open. The three judges of the underworld beside him stood there in a daze, their mouths slightly open, as if their bodies were frozen by this sudden change, like wooden sculptures or clay sculptures.

On Wang Hun's side, the True Zen Saint King and other followers also showed surprise on their faces, their eyes full of disbelief. The True Zen Saint King frowned, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and he secretly wondered what consequences this sudden change would bring.

The anger in Wang Hun's heart rose sharply, like a surging tide that could not be stopped. He held the God of Weapons' Blade without hesitation. In an instant, powerful divine power surged on the blade, making a buzzing sound. The air around him seemed to be distorted by this power, forming a series of air vortices visible to the naked eye. He was ready to fight Adam and Eve to the death, and his resolute momentum seemed to be able to break through all obstacles.

Adam, however, looked calm, and said calmly: "We are not your enemies, at least not now. Look at yourself, your divine power has been greatly consumed after the fierce battle just now. Even if you try your best to defeat us, you might as well guess when the Western Gods' Alliance will arrive?" He folded his hands across his chest, his eyes revealing a hint of sarcasm and confidence, as if he was well prepared for the impending crisis.

Wang Hun was startled and immediately closed his eyes, using his divine sense to perceive. In an instant, his face turned extremely ugly, his originally rosy face was now as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Because he clearly felt that the powerful aura of countless Western gods was approaching this place at a very fast speed, and the surging divine power fluctuations were like a raging sea, impacting his mind one after another, making him understand that a more brutal war was about to begin, and at this time, he had not yet fully recovered from the previous battle, and the situation was extremely unfavorable for him.

Adam saw the change in Wang Hun's expression and knew that he had noticed something, so he gently raised his hand and summoned a portal that was flashing with mysterious light.

The portal was surrounded by strange runes, and the flickering light seemed to connect to another mysterious space. He and Eve exchanged a glance, and the two of them flashed and quickly sank into the portal, disappearing without a trace, leaving only Wang Hun and the others to face the impending crisis.

Wang Hun held the God of Weapons in his hand and looked up at the sky. He saw that the originally peaceful sky was suddenly torn apart by a powerful force. Space cracks spread and expanded like the mouth of a ferocious beast, making a heart-pounding roar.

Then, countless figures of Nordic gods emerged from the cracks. They were dressed in shining armor, reflecting cold light under the sunlight, and their eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate everything. The powerful fluctuations of divine power swept in like a storm, blowing the corners of the king's soul's clothes rustling. A thrilling battle between gods was about to break out again on this land...

At this critical moment, Wang Hun quickly glanced at his companions, his eyes revealing a trace of determination and perseverance. He roared in a low voice: "All soldiers, listen to my orders. Today's battle is about life and death. Although we are facing difficulties, we must not retreat! Set up the battle array to meet the enemy!"

The True Zen Saint King nodded slightly, took a step forward, the weapon in his hand shone with sacred light, and stood side by side with the King's Soul. The other followers also came to their senses, quickly adjusted their states, and used their magical powers to prepare for the impact of the Nordic gods. For a moment, the battlefield was filled with a tense and murderous atmosphere, and the war was about to break out.