Although the Zeus here appeared as a withered old man.
Sotis, when he got excited, it felt like he could collapse at any mont, as if he were about to go into shock.
Walking felt as if one misstep could shatter every bone in their body.
But Rias and the others would never underestimate their opponent based on appearance alone.
As the chairman of the Divine Council, one couldn't hold such a position without considerable ability, nor command the respect of countless gods.
Moreover, during the fifth match, they had witnessed a glimpse of this chief god's power.
With a single punch, he had blown off Jörmungandr's head, and then proceeded to lift the colossal body and hurl it into the sky—a testant to his terrifying strength.
So, was this chief god absent for this match?
Or was he delayed by so matter, running late?
No, the reactions of the Greek gods and the chief gods in the VIP seats were enough to reveal the truth.
"The highly anticipated sixth round of Ragnarök is finally about to begin!!!"
Heimdall, the host, announced with an impassioned voice.
This ti, however, the audiences from both sides were unusually quiet, their expressions exceptionally grave.
Everyone seed to realize that this sixth round would be a crucial battle.
If humanity won again, it would an they were just one victory away from triumph.
For the gods, only one loss remained permissible!
Thus, the combatant for this round would be soone extraordinary.
So, when they saw Chief God Zeus absent, everyone understood what it ant.
"...At last, a super heavyweight is stepping into the arena himself—it's him!"
The host abruptly gestured toward the gods' entrance with a forceful sweep of his hand.
In that instant, the bright, sunny day abruptly turned into night.
It wasn't an illusion or a manufactured backdrop—it was genuine darkness, as if night had instantly taken over.
Simultaneously, music drifted from the gods' entrance—the sound of a violin.
And the man playing it was Hers, who had always been by Chief God Zeus's side.
For a mont, most people were puzzled.
Was this Hers actually incredibly powerful?
"This world's Hers, it seems…"
Soone's voice trailed off, cut short.
Because Hers, who had just erged, suddenly stepped to the side, as if making way for soone.
From the gods' entrance, a faint figure gradually appeared—a stooped, trembling old man leaning on a cane?
"Hohoho~ Eee~ It's , you know~"
The one who erged waved casually at everyone, his tone utterly frivolous.
The next second, an overwhelming roar erupted from the gods' audience, for it was indeed the one they had imagined.
As Rias and the others watched Zeus step out, their serious expressions turned to speechlessness.
This god was truly unorthodox—the mont he appeared, he began twisting and writhing in so bizarre dance.
So of his movents looked downright perverse.
"In the past, he initiated the universe-shattering war to determine the true strongest god, dared to bear the stigma of patricide, a battle maniac, a slaughter addict..."
A lengthy introduction recounted his fearso deeds, describing what a terrifying god he was.
"...He even beca the alliance leader of countless pantheons, clashed with the Primordial Mother, his battles tearing apart heaven and earth..."
The introduction recounted the great war of the giants, the super conflict that once swept across the universe between the new generation of gods and the primordial gods.
"...Truly a god among gods, he is the chairman of the Divine Assembly—Zeus!"
The mont the god's na was declared, Rias and the others' expressions changed!
Just a second ago, he was a withered old man who looked like he could be blown over by a gust of wind. But the instant his divine na was announced, his body explosively bulged with muscle.
In the blink of an eye, he transford into a giant with a body as robust as rock.
"It seems he really lives up to the title of chairman, ow~"
Kuroka, who uttered these words, also broke out in a cold sweat.
Although he had transford before and appeared quite muscular, this ti it was especially exaggerated...
Moreover, the aura he emitted was truly ominous, seemingly no less formidable than Satan.
In other words, to defeat this Zeus, the human representative would likely need to be on the level of King Solomon.
So, does humanity still have such a figure?
Rias and the others were deeply concerned about this.
Their worry wasn't that humanity might lose, but that sothing even more unexpected could occur in this match.
By now, they had realized that even if the forces of the primordial gods began to invade, the gods would not imdiately halt this duel.
They would not stop the remaining matches!
No matter what happened, they would see the confrontation through to the end.
Only when Ragnarök had completely concluded would they begin to deal with the so-called invasion.
This was their obsession, their dignity as gods, and no one could stop them.
"Now, the human who will step forward to challenge the chairman of the Divine Assembly is—!"
All eyes turned toward the human entrance, where a figure could be seen erging from the passageway.
"He is known as the knight among knights, the King of Knights!"
Before the figure even reached the exit, the announcer began proclaiming his deeds.
"Upon ascending the throne, his nation was in turmoil. In response, he rallied the strongest order of knights and established these tenets—"
1. Never commit outrage or murder.
2. Never betray.
3. Never be cruel; grant rcy to those who ask for it.
4. Always aid won.
5. Never force won.
6. Never engage in battle for love or the sake of argunt.
"That's right, everyone has guessed it—he is the legendary King of Knights who left an indelible mark on human history!"
By this point, even without seeing his face, nearly everyone knew who this human representative was.
So, when his features were illuminated under the moonlight, the announcer proclaid his royal title.
"He is—"
Huh?
What?
What's going on?
Rias and the others were suddenly overwheld by a bizarre and fantastical scene filling their vision.
This felt all too familiar!
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