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"The final battle between the gods... and humans... The winner of the third round is... the representative of humanity!... The nameless godslayer!"

As if he had run out of strength, or perhaps he was afraid of someone, after saying this, Heimdall quickly disappeared among the gods and could not be found.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Respected God Slayer, and please allow us to continue to serve you."

In the passage leading to the lounge, two silk gloves emitted a faint light, gradually forming a beautiful figure in the open space beside them.

The graceful figure, clad in a white military coat, and the heroic demeanor beneath the gorgeous appearance, reveal a deep hatred for the gods.

"Thank you!.....for letting me taste the blood of the gods!" As she said that, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and gave Chen Tianqiao a thumbs up.

It was Horest's two personalities who took turns to thank him and asked if they could continue to help him in the next battle.

"Ahem....., if you two ladies Valkyries don't mind, I do have a bold idea."

"Is there something important that you want our help with?" Horest was very curious. How could such a powerful person have such a secret?

Seeing that the time was ripe, someone coughed twice and first explained the problems encountered in the previous battle. Weapons and the like were actually quite secondary. The most important thing was the clothes on the body... which were easily damaged and so on.

"Ahem... I hope the Valkyrie can transform into clothes to cover my shame in battle. Of course, I will do my best to protect your safety!"

In an instant, the real picture is revealed. Clothing is one thing, but what is more important is comfort. When you put it on your body in that way, it is a double enjoyment both physically and mentally!

"Your Excellency God Slayer! The Thirteen Valkyries are only suitable for weapon transformation. I am very sorry!"

Suddenly, Brunhilde's voice came from the corner, and she seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with what someone had just done.

"Ahem... humph, if that's the case then forget it. I'll figure out the clothing issue myself, so I won't disturb your chat."

Seeing that the real host had arrived, he felt a little guilty so he made up an excuse and said goodbye to the two of them.

"Sister, why do you refuse? We can..."

"I'll take care of this matter. Although His Excellency the God Slayer is sometimes a bit erratic, his character can still be guaranteed."

After Brunhilde comforted her second sister, she was about to go find Chen Tianqiao to explain when new battle information suddenly arrived, which made her eyes freeze. She had to arrange for people to go into battle first.

In a room where a phonograph was playing classical music, Zeus was leisurely drinking tea with a bandage on his body. That was the injury Adam had left on him. Behind him stood Hermes and Ares.

"So, is there something going on here with all of you gathered in my room?" The God King was a little surprised, holding the teacup. Was there going to be a party today?

"Don't play dumb, old man." The blue-skinned, four-armed god of destruction angrily questioned Zeus.

"Your brother Poseidon was killed, but you are still able to handle it with ease~ Come to think of it, I haven't seen you for a while, but you look a million years older." Loki, the god of trickery, teased the king of gods.

"Alas, that human is indeed stronger than Poseidon. We have to admit that humans are strong, especially that guy!"

Zeus sighed. He really underestimated that girl Brunhilde. She really wanted to defeat us gods.

"In that case, I'll take on the next match!" The God of Destruction raised his four arms high, looking full of fighting spirit.

"That won't do....the shame of the Greek gods must be paid for by the Greek gods!"

The terrifying murderous intent filled the entire room, making Shiva feel a little creepy. He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to win the fourth qualification for the competition, but he didn't expect to be forced back.

"Well, there's really nothing we can do about you Greek gods." The God of Destruction was a little helpless. The situation was stronger than the people. It was because these guys had more numbers and more power when fighting.

The fourth game was about to begin. In the empty corridor, Brunhilde was talking to a mysterious figure hidden in the darkness.

"The players for the next game have been decided. Here are their information. The old man seems to be a little suspicious recently. If the communication terminal hadn't been tightly blocked, I wouldn't have taken the initiative to come and see you."

"Just be careful and be safe. I'll take the things away. Is there anything else?"

Seeing that He had not left for a long time, Brunhilde thought He must have something to say, so she took the initiative to ask.

"Nothing else. The old man asked me to investigate the background of the God Slayer. At first, he suspected that it was someone from the east who came to cause trouble, but now it seems that is not the case, so he gave the task to me."

After that, the voice paused and continued, "According to my investigation, that human was actively approaching you, so I'm very curious about the relationship between you and him. If you don't mind, I hope you can reveal some details."

Hearing this, the Valkyrie's eyes flickered. She had included this human into her plan only because she thought he was very strong, but she had not expected that this man was so ridiculously strong that he won two battles in a row with ease.

"Sorry, I don't know either."

Then he described in detail how he met the God Slayer, and then said, "We are on the same path, why should I lie to you? It will not do me any good."

"Haha, the Valkyrie really loves to joke....It's getting late. I should go back and report."

Alas, she sighed, she really didn't know the other party's background. Others came to her door to be her thugs. Never mind, she hoped that the next plan would go smoothly.

Chapter 172 The Fourth Ragnarok

The Valhalla Arena was packed with people as the fourth battle was about to begin. At this moment, the word "bustling" was not enough to describe the atmosphere.

The human camp, in particular, became extremely enthusiastic about the battle because the God Slayer had scored two points in a row.

"Ms. Brunhilde, why are you looking at me? I don't have any scars on my face, and the fourth game is about to start. Aren't you worried at all? Not everyone is as strong as me!"

After saying that, someone showed off his fiery biceps.

"Don't worry, Lord God Slayer. We are sure to win today's match." Looking at the other party's smiling face full of mysterious confidence, Chen Tianqiao remained silent.

If she hadn't taken down the opponent's trump cards one after another, how could she be so calm and confident now? However, since the Valkyrie said so, there must be something that guarantees her victory.

"The final battle between gods and humans, the fourth round of Ragnarok! One win for the gods, two wins for humans, and then comes the most crucial showdown of the prologue!"

Following Heimdall's announcement, the ground of the arena began to rumble, and all kinds of Gothic buildings rose from the ground. Not sure if it was a mistake, but Chen Tianqiao felt that the arena was much larger.

"Look! The venue recreates the street scene of London, England in the 19th century. The human representative proposed to fight in such a scene, and the representative of the gods mercifully agreed."

Even after losing two games, a certain god was still unwilling to weaken his momentum and made a big fuss about the cowardice of the human representatives.

"Round 4 of Ragnarok, representative of the human camp: Jack the Ripper, the murderer who caused three million residents of London to fall into endless panic!"

"Pfft...cough cough...cough...A murderer can also be selected? Has there been no one in the history of nine million years?"

Chen Tianqiao looked at the Valkyrie in disbelief, and didn't care even though coffee was flowing out of his nostrils.

"I've already said it before. I have my own arrangements for the contestants. Your Excellency God Slayer, could you please wipe your face? This is really beneath your dignity."

After saying that, she motioned to Gray to get the other party some tissues. As for what happened just now, many people looked at them with strange eyes.

"Okay, let's wait and see. I'll be the one to clean up the mess when the time comes."

His words made Brunhilde's face freeze, and then returned to normal. She had endured for so long, and she couldn't ruin the whole plan because of a little emotion.

On the field, a man in a bright red top hat and windbreaker walked slowly into the field. After the referee finished introducing him, he took off the mask on his face, revealing the image of a handsome old man who was still as elegant as ever.

"Jack the Ripper! Is it true?!"

"The mysterious criminal killer actually showed up in front of everyone!"

"Why is the human representative a murderer?!"

"Oh wow... I see. She is still the same as always, always so despicable." Loki looked towards the back of a Valkyrie. He already smelled a conspiracy.

On the other side, Heimdall flew high into the sky and roared with his beloved loudspeaker:

"Wash away the humiliation of the gods' defeat! Bring unquestionable victory! The one who challenges the difficult trials is the half-human, half-god! The messenger of justice, the incomparable bravery! Hercules!"

His body was muscular under his long red hair, his face was resolute and majestic, he stood proudly on the streets of London with his hands leaning on a gun called "Shoot a Hundred Heads", and he stared at Jack quietly.

"Why is it him! Are you kidding me, Brunhilde!" After Heimdall introduced his opponent's background, Hercules was almost driven crazy.

He thought he could fight against human heroes, but he had to compete with a scumbag. This was a mockery and insult to him! But the anger that followed was far more than that.

As the horn of the competition sounded, old Jack talked to his opponent very gentlemanly. Hercules, who thought he had made a mistake, suppressed his guilt and wanted to fight him to the death.

But the old Jack escaped in front of Him in a very funny way! This made Hercules, who believed that glory was his life, completely furious.

But then he was fooled by the other party with various traps or fake words. Chen Tianqiao shook his head secretly. After all, he was a god promoted from a human being. Couldn't he be a little smarter?

It looked like a bull being teased by a Spanish bullfighter, or a wild boar being toyed with by a hunter.

"Brunhildr, is this what you are confident of? Taking advantage of the kindness of people you know and sending out warriors who are evil and lying? I have to say that as a human being you are qualified in this regard."

Looking at Old Jack who was forced into a corner on the screen, using real and fake means to trick Hercules into taking the knife, he couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.

"Your Excellency God Slayer, don't you like this?" Hearing the laughter beside her, the expressionless Valkyrie turned to look at someone.

"Ha~hahahaha...No, I just simply think that it is normal for people to use some insidious means when they are weak. After all, everything must give way to survival."

Make way for survival? That's a good thing to say. I didn't expect that the seemingly rough God Slayer could say such an interesting thing, Brunhilde thought to herself.

............

Although he was defeated by the Ripper in one round, the torrential rain of flying knives could not stop Hercules from moving forward, and the footprints in the blood were his step-by-step extension of victory.

"Nemean Lion! Devour me!"

In an instant, Hercules' face was filled with pain, and the red divine pattern that appeared on his abdomen was spreading to every corner of his body. There was even a faint lion's roar in the void, spreading throughout the entire Valhalla Arena.

"Hercules's Exodus: The First Deed, the Nemean Lion!"

With both hands raised high, the giant lion-head hammer with hair and beard spread out, and the moment it chopped down, it was like a blue lion-head flame, with fangs bared, devouring the Ripper.

"Roar!"

The roaring lion head was like a living creature. No matter how Old Jack dodged or hid in a building, he would be found out easily.

Although the aftermath only grazed the opponent in the end, it still caused enough damage.

“…..Awesome!”

"Definitely win!"

"........."

However, before the audience in the camp of the gods could cheer, the knocked-down figure stood up again like a puppet and gave Hercules an exaggerated smile.

"fantastic!"

After throwing a few more waves of flying knives, the Ripper leaped into the air where piano wires had been laid out. The silk wires in his hands were like tough spider silk, and he controlled them with ease. For a moment, the flying knives fell like rain.

"Wonderful, this person is really good, but unfortunately I am in debt now, otherwise it would be nice to accept his soul."

Old Jack's series of offensive and defensive tactics were really overwhelming, and Chen Tianqiao admired his talent very much. As for whether he was a murderer? Sorry, as long as the dead person was unknown to him, he had no empathy at all.

PS: I have to say that Jack was very handsome when he was young, especially his heterochromatic eyes. Of course Roland is not a pervert! (Absolutely not!) w(?Д?)w

There is one more chapter, probably later.

Chapter 173 Jack the Ripper

The game is still going on, and the players in the human camp soon find themselves in a huge disadvantage. Although Old Jack has many strategies, with the strength of Hercules, he only needs to rush forward without thinking.

Soon the Ripper was cornered, hanging from a collapsed bell tower, and it looked like he could die at any moment.

However, Hercules, who had experienced so many tricks of the opponent and suffered enough in this regard, did not relax his vigilance at all. Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity when his opponent became a living target and released a fatal move.

"The Seventh Great Deed: Hoof of the Raging Bull!"

The next moment, the lion-head hammer turned into the shape of a ferocious bull. When it was about to attack, Jack, who was hanging on the clock, unexpectedly spun it like a hidden weapon and shot it out when the dial fell.

"It's useless! Only God's weapons can hurt my body!" But as soon as he finished speaking, the hand that was about to block was instantly cut off by the clock dial.

"Why is this happening! ....Lord Hercules!"

"No no....this is not true!"

"I don't believe....despicable human beings!"

After Hercules was injured, the audience in the arena laughed at him and were grief-stricken. But... the gods were crying, so why did the humans care too?

"Hey, hey, hey... Brunhilde, are these people crazy? Even if they are brave, they want to exterminate humanity!"

Chen Tianqiao pointed to the brain and asked her to look at what the human camp was doing. They were the weak ones, just like the poor people who were going to starve to death tomorrow sympathizing with the billionaire who sprained his ankle. It was so funny.

"I... Humph! This is mankind's own business, and I only want to destroy the gods."

The Valkyries, who really had nothing to say, could only turn their heads and watch the game. Only Gray said at this time: "Hercules is our brother, so..."

Hearing this, he waved his hand to indicate that he understood. He didn't want to know anything about the plot of this kind of eight o'clock drama.

"The 12th Great Deed: Cerberus, the Hellhound!"

Hercules suddenly threw the hammer in his hand into the sky, and silently, it turned into a black vortex filled with blood.