I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

"Impossible, the second generation of the Summoning God died in World War II."

The fifth Time-Space Apostle, the orc Sandy, frowned and said, "These are the remnants of the second-generation Summoning God's forces—the Dream Thieves. They've clung to life until today, and finally couldn't resist coming out!"

Sandy's words made even the god-level powerhouses present react instantly.

It's no wonder that they, as gods, have low mental fortitude.

The second-generation Summoning God's reputation in the divine realm is simply too great.

Both the gods and the divine race were terrified by the second generation of the gods.

I'm really scared of being beaten.

Even though the second generation had been killed by the Supreme God of Time and Space for thousands of years, they would still panic the moment they saw the blood-red six-pointed star flag.

"But... what's this woman's background?"

Sandy looked puzzled.

Based on the methods they have used so far, we cannot yet determine their identity.

But the aura of a god-level being felt somewhat familiar.

It even stirred a slight resentment in his heart.

Even from a distance, the tall, silver-haired woman saw the Time Apostle.

As if sensing the other party's doubts, the silver-haired woman decided to reveal her identity directly.

Swish~!

A huge throne appeared behind the silver-haired woman, and then, to the astonishment of Sandy and the several mid-level god-level powerhouses behind her, the silver-haired woman sat down and crossed her legs!

"Summon the throne!"

A mid-level god recognized the silver-haired woman's seat and exclaimed, "This person is the third-generation Summoning God, Philomena!"

"You got it right."

From a twin-tailed Lolita girl to a curvaceous, tall, and mature woman, Philomena rested her elbow on the armrest of the summoning throne, flicked it forward lightly, and said coldly, "As a reward, you become my subordinate!"

Swish swish~!

One after another, dark figures emerged from the various statues on the Summoning Throne and rushed towards the Time and Space Apostles.

After a fierce exchange of blows, the two sides separated.

The Time-Space Apostle and a dozen other god-level powerhouses were surrounded by a group of summoned creatures including angels, demons, and divine beasts.

"Damn it!"

A hint of fear appeared on the face of the god-level expert beside Shi Kong Situ.

The first God of Summoning was besieged and fell by the other gods.

The second-generation Summoning God was slain by the Supreme God of Time and Space.

Everyone says that the sealed third generation of summoning gods is the weakest summoning god.

Even this weakest one has ended the lives of nearly ten god-level powerhouses!

Now, facing the God Hunters like Philomena and Granny June, they are definitely no match for them.

"Sandy, I think we should break out."

After speaking, one of the mid-level gods immediately ran towards the spatial portal.

But soon, Philomena's six-winged angel summon instantly appeared on the opponent's escape route and engaged in a fierce battle.

"Stop watching, everyone! The aura of the third-generation Summoning God is currently only that of a lower-level god. Let's go help!"

As a five-star hunter, Granny Jun immediately led her people to rush up and help Philomena.

The battle of the gods erupted instantly and soared into the sky.

Previously, the Time Apostles and a dozen or so god-level powerhouses who were guarding the portal near the weak point in space have now been replaced by Philomena and others blocking the weak point in space to prevent the enemy from breaking through.

Philomena squinted as she looked at the portal not far away.

Click!

Above the summoning throne, after a series of mechanical sounds, a cannon hole was revealed.

Boom!

The raging magic cannon shot a beam that struck the portal, instantly blasting it to pieces. The lucky Protoss soldiers nearby were killed instantly.

Those who weren't dead were lying on the ground, groaning in pain, missing limbs.

The soldiers who emerged from the bronze portal, carrying blood-red six-pointed star banners, gradually quickened their pace in the charge.

One of the ninth-rank generals drew his longsword and roared at the surrounding divine soldiers, "It's time to show the people of the divine realm the power of the Dream Thief Legion! Kill!"

"Kill!"

Upon contact, the Protoss soldiers immediately sensed the formidable strength of the group that called themselves the Dream Thief Legion.

Although the Protoss soldiers still have an advantage over their counterparts, the Dream Thief Legion is stronger on average and numbers in the tens of thousands, and they continue to pour out to cooperate with the Roland Empire soldiers on the other side to attack the Protoss soldiers.

The latter was facing enemies on two fronts, and with the summoning god sitting on the throne of the god beside him, he was in a complete mess.

"【Starfall Demon Missile】!"

Philomena casually pointed, and the space behind her instantly condensed into countless white magic dots.

Once the magic power reached its limit, missiles flew towards areas with a high density of Protoss soldiers.

Boom!

After the swarm of magic missiles landed in the center of the Protoss soldiers, they instantly formed hemispherical magic spheres on the battlefield.

A large number of divine soldiers died tragically.

"This is really boring. Maybe Anno would prefer this kind of battlefield."

Philomena stood up and looked at the battlefield in front of her, saying, "The gods only sent so few god-level powerhouses as cannon fodder in their attack on Angomulos."

Has the news leaked out, and the gods know we are waiting for the right moment?

What do you think, fate?

"Cough cough... I think... cough cough... it's not that the news leaked... cough cough cough... didn't we already... cough cough... declare war on them after saving the Five Gods of Classes and Monlisa a while ago?"

Beside Philomena appeared an old man who was so thin he was just skin and bones, with only sparse white hair. He coughed countless times while saying a single word, and even coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth.

A look of worry crossed Philomena's face as she asked, "Fate, you won't give up, will you?"

"I...cough cough, I can manage!"

Fate wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth with a silk cloth, raised its head to reveal a face like that of a corpse, only its eyes were shining brightly at that moment.

"The God Realm's attack this time is still probing. After the Dream Thieves declared war on the God Realm, they do not yet know our strength, so they naturally dare not send out a large number of god-level powerhouses right away."

We must use this gained time to gather all eight Pandora's as quickly as possible, before the gods can react!

"Seven Pandoras have already appeared in the world, but five are in the hands of the Demon King. The most troublesome is the eighth Pandora!"

Philomena's eyes flashed with jealousy when the topic was brought up.

"Now, apart from the eighth Pandora Guardian designated by the second generation, no one in the entire world knows its location."

But more than a thousand years have passed, and who knows whether the guardian is still alive or has met with misfortune!

The second generation... he should have given me the last Pandora back then.

Fate chuckled, "If I had given it to you, wouldn't it be in the hands of the gods now? Have you forgotten how you were sealed away back then?"

"snort!"

When this matter was mentioned, a hint of anger appeared on Philomena's face.

After finding her destiny, with the help of the other party, Philomena has now fully regained her memories.

Philomena now remembers everything that happened before she was sealed away.

She wasn't sealed away by the gods back then.

Faced with the encirclement of the gods, Philomena was forced to seal herself away in order to preserve her divine status as a summoner!