My Summons Are All Gods

Apollo and Ares looked at each other and saw a hint of annoyance in each other's eyes.

Could the arena battle be fought in this way?

Why hadn't they thought of this earlier?

Odin was usually like a block of ice but when he became serious, he was much more domineering than anyone else.

Odin remained unmoved even when he faced 10 people in the arena.

It was as if those people standing in front of him were a group of scums.

His flippant attitude infuriated them. They might not be the strongest in the Endless Tower's second level, but their existences were not something that anyone could ignore.

Anyone on the second level would have to think twice about fighting all 10 of them.

However, they were being snubbed by a particular person. If that someone was at the peak of tier 3 King of the Gods, and already touching the threshold of tier 4 like Commander Buck, then that person could just ignore them.

Even if it was Buck, he would not act so indifferently when he had to face them all together.

Everyone was secretly mobilizing the divine power in their bodies. They were just waiting to strike Odin with full strength when the bell rang.

"Dong! ! !"

Under everyone's nervous, expectant, and joyful gazes, the bell in the distance rang!

"Clang! ! !"

Before anyone could react, a figure was sent flying backward. It seemed as though he had received a heavy blow. That person flew around a few hundred meters away and laid on the ground motionlessly.

It was only at this moment when everyone realized that a branch-like weapon was pierced into his body.

After the bell rang, Odin threw Gungnir out from his hand.

Jerry hadn't expected him to be so decisive. He assumed that Odin had absolute confidence since he dared the 10 of them to attack at the same time. Jerry wasn't counting on Odin to come out with such a thunderous attack, killing someone instantly.

Those people didn't even have time to react.

How was that possible?

One of them just died like that.

Wasn't this too fast? The bell had just rung, and one of them was already gone!

He was a tier 3 King of the Gods! How would he die from such an insignificant injury? It was not a big deal for tier 3 King of the Gods, even if their heads were chopped off unless the injury was caused by something special.

An example was one's domain or perhaps poison from the monsters in the maze.

Crona's arm had previously been bitten off by that beast and the wound had to be removed before it could fully heal.

However, that person died. A peak tier 3 King of the Gods, killed instantly by a weapon made from a tree branch.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and the nine survivors started to pull away from Odin. At this point, no one had the guts to continue attacking.

Who would dare to joke with their lives? One of their comrades was still lying dead on the ground. He just died right in front of them.

Who would dare launch another attack rashly?

An inexplicable fear enveloped everyone's hearts. What was going on with Sky Dynasty?

Where did these people come from? The first two guys were already terrifying enough. But this guy, who just made his appearance, was even more outrageous. He stabbed someone to death right after they met.

That person didn't even have time to react before his death.

Odin allowed those people to leave. It was as though he couldn't be bothered at all.

Striding towards the figure that was nailed onto the ground by Gungnir, he stretched out his hand to pull it out, without even turning his head to take a look at the corpse.

There wasn't value for him to place any attention on the dead person at all.

"It's that weapon, there's something wrong with that weapon!" Someone in the arena shouted as he finally discovered the crux. After all, they were all veterans who had survived hundreds of battles to reach this arena.

He quickly uncovered the mystery of how Odin was able to achieve an instant kill.

Odin held onto Gungnir and turned in the direction of the person who had just spoken. However, he did not directly cast his weapon out this time.

Under everyone's gazes, Odin's figure gradually became blurry. Like a puff of smoke, he disappeared from everyone's sight. The person who shouted out earlier instantly felt a terrifying life and death crisis.

All the hair on his body stood up, feeling as though he was targeted by a ferocious beast. However, he could not find any traces of Odin when he looked around.

Still, he did not let his guard down. To people like them who had experienced countless battles, as compared to what they saw, they would rather believe in their intuition which had been tempered through blood and fire.

After all, there were countless experts on the Trial Field and countless laws in the world. No one knew what laws others had comprehended or what domain they had grasped. Seeing might not be believing. The feeling of being targeted earlier was not an illusion.

This battle was completely different from the two earlier battles. After all, someone died immediately after the bell had just rung.

Although he couldn't find any traces of Odin, he didn't hold back at all. He unleashed his domain instantly and the divine power in his entire body moved crazily as it formed a cyclone around him. For a moment, the arena was filled with a violent wind like a tornado as sand and stones swirled.

Unfortunately, a spear made out of a tree branch forcefully broke into his domain. There was no way to avoid it, nor any way for him to block it. He could only watch helplessly as the spear slowly invaded his domain and pierced through his body.

Following that, a miserable scream came from the other side of the arena. From the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure clad in armor appearing next to his comrade. That person gripped his companion's neck while the latter struggled helplessly.

After that, he completely lost consciousness because Gungnir had already passed through his body, extinguishing all his life force.

Following the death of one person, another two were killed immediately after. No one in the arena had expected such a result.

"Quick, gather over here." One of them ran towards the tier 3 King of the Gods who was killed by Gungnir and called out to gather his comrades. At this moment, Gungnir was still stuck on the corpse.

Without a doubt, Odin was indeed powerful. However, what they feared most was Gungnir. They could already tell how powerful this weapon was. Without it, Odin would be on par with them, a peak tier 3 King of the Gods.

Of course, he was not that stupid to touch it directly. Such a powerful divine weapon was not easy to control. If he was not careful, he might even suffer a backlash. His thoughts were simple. All he needed to do was to restrain this weapon.