"Gods, after two consecutive defeats that I never imagined."

"At this moment, we have ushered in the third round of the final struggle between the gods and mankind Ragnarok."

Heimdall's voice was undoubtedly heavier than his footsteps, and the facts he had said made the hearts of the gods even heavier.

Yes, no matter how powerful the next adult is.

In the legend of Ragnarok, it is also an indisputable fact that the gods have failed twice at the hands of humans.

These two failures, regardless of the reason, can be regarded as a slap in the face of the gods.

Isn't it shameful enough that a lowly and humble human being, who was once created by the gods, actually killed the gods?

If much of the reason for the silence of the gods before was the fear of Poseidon, who was about to play.

Well, as Heimdall narrates, the gods are silent, and the reason becomes shame.

"O great gods! You are powerful, mighty, and the most perfect gods from the very beginning! How can you be defeated! You don't deserve to be defeated! ”

Suddenly, Heimdall's tone changed from heavy to passionate.

"Now, who will you be invited to appear?"

As Heimdall spoke, the heavy door slowly opened.

Before people could know the gods that were about to appear, the first thing that caught their eyes was the monstrous flood pouring into the door.

At this moment, the flood that poured into the door was divided, and even the sound of the waves was temporarily suppressed.

A footstep that is not in a hurry, extremely rhythmic, and every second is sounded.

As if stepping on the hearts of everyone present, all the audience will set their eyes on the road of the divided flood.

Gods aside, all human viewers now wonder what kind of gods have such power to separate the floods.

There are also people who already have a guess in their minds and want to determine the final answer.

"Him! Yes, the Lord who rules the seas! Tyrant of the sea! ”

"Even the gods are afraid to provoke him, and they are the most terrible gods!"

"As the strongest three brothers in the heavenly realm, the god of the sea, the god of the sea, Poseidon!"

The moment the words fell, the long-suppressed gods and spirits finally couldn't hold back the excitement and throbbing in their hearts and cheered.

Poseidon, the Lord, is an invincible presence in the hearts of all gods.

At this moment, all the gods believed that Poseidon could bring victory to the gods and defeat the arrogant human beings again.

Excitement, overflowing, cheering, screaming, is the best way to vent these days.

The excitement in their hearts pressed down on the space for Poseidon, and they frantically vented the depression that had accumulated in their hearts for the past two days.

Poseidon, dressed in a navy blue Poseidon costume and with bright golden hair, slowly waited for the ring in the center of the arena.

His eyelids drooped, he didn't look at the gods, he didn't respond to the cheers of the gods, and he didn't change his expression in the slightest, as if the cheers of the gods had nothing to do with him.

But the gods didn't notice this, and their cathartic cheers continued.

Poseidon, whose expression did not change at all, changed his expression, and it was a touch of disgust from the heart.

"Heh, a bunch of garbage."

Poseidon, who adheres to the three principles of God not gathering, God does not plot, and God does not rely on others, feels that the gods in the audience now, like his former brother, are not worthy of being called gods, and can only be called garbage.

They flock, they plot, they depend on others, they are no longer perfect, imperfect gods, are garbage.

Poseidon's voice was not loud, and even if the Valajara Arena could bless the voices of the players in the field, it was still drowned out in cheers.

Poseidon raised his eyes to the cheering gods, and they all felt a palpitation in their eyes of indifference and disgust.

The cheers, the screams, stopped at this moment.

At this moment, they finally remembered who the man in the field was.

He is the god of gods, Poseidon the god of the sea!

Cannot make eye contact with Poseidon.

A word of admonition appeared in the minds of all the gods, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to touch Poseidon's eyes.

Seeing the reality of the noisy voice, Poseidon regained his indifferent expression.

Heimdall, who was beside Poseidon, carefully observed Poseidon's expression out of the corner of his eye, and after seeing that there was no anger on Poseidon's face, he moved again.

Heimdall helped his trembling legs, and only he knew how much pressure he had to deal with by the side of Poseidon, the tyrant of the sea.

Finally getting his legs from shaking, Heimdall continued to speak.

"Next, the player we are familiar with will appear, the human who won the strongest god in Tianzhu, Su Ze, the god killer."

The cheers rang out again, only this time it wasn't the gods, it was the humans.

"Su Ze!"

"Su Ze!"

"Su ......"

But the cheers and shouts had barely lasted for a moment before the human audience was caught in the look.

At this moment, all human beings seemed to see the mystery of the sea, their faces were pale, their heads were covered with sweat, and their bodies trembled.

Even, there are some people with deep-sea phobia, when they are included in the gaze, they roll their eyes and faint.

Like the god audience, the voices of the human audience also disappeared in an instant, and the cheers that originally belonged to Su Ze ended without a problem.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Heimdall shouted in a trembling voice.

"Then, please invite the human fighter, the god killer Su Ze, to appear!"

As soon as the words fell, in order not to face the god of gods directly. The horror of Poseidon, the god of the sea, Heimdall left the scene in an instant, and even his doomsday horn fell by mistake, and he didn't mean to pick it up.

The heavy door opened slowly, but unlike Poseidon's appearance, after the door opened, the flood did not pour into the door frantically.

In the middle of the door, a staircase made of water is presented in front of everyone.

A slender figure, smiling, climbed the stairs.

At this moment, the sound of the waves was also suppressed.

Only, the sound of "popping" treading water wants to penetrate the ears of every audience in the entire Valhalla Arena.

As if sensing something, Poseidon's lowered eyelids lifted and looked at the slender figure coming from the water.

Facing Poseidon's eyes, Su Ze smiled even more, without a trace of fear.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

Dragons don't need water, but water needs dragons, dragons don't care about water, but there is no doubt that dragons are the kings of water.

When he looked at Poseidon, Su Ze felt the mystery and depth of the ocean.

But for Su Ze, this doesn't have any effect, and it can even be like a breeze blowing on his face, feeling a little comfortable.