So world where Gods exist but they are not too op are as I don't like make my mcs weaker.
God of War
Blood of Zeus
Clash of Titans
Mortal Kombat
The Immortal
Percy Jackson & the Olympians(I haven't read anything)
Gods of Egypt
Record of Ragnarok (I don't know shit)
Hercules: The Legendary Journeys (Disney one)
Hades (Game)(I don't know anything.)
House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones
The first world would be dead world, died in a war in which a Dragon and God's fought and now it's grave of these gods.
I will explore Elden Ring and 40K at some point as I know too much lore not to explore these places and he will be very very weak God whne he starts his travels.
What do you think?
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"Crush it to pieces! Crush it to pieces! Crush it to pieces!"
Roars like mountains and tsunamis echoed on the battlefield, and centaur warriors wearing leather armour and holding rough giant swords charged like hurricanes and torrents without fear of life or death.
Opposite them, a group of thousands of human knights also roared and launched a charge without fear.
"May the Redbud bloom forever!
"Lord Tempus, great God of War," the leader called out, his voice echoing through the stillness. "Grant us the strength to face our foes! Let honour guide our blades as we charge forth into battle."
The warriors bowed their heads, their hearts resolute yet anxious.
"Lord Torm, protector of the weak," another soldier cried, "we beseech you! Shield our spirits and compel us to defend those who cannot defend themselves. Let your unwavering loyalty embolden our hearts against the chaos of war."
A gust of wind swept through the clearing, stirring the leaves and sending shivers down their spines. The scent of incense filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood.
"And Lord Bhaal, Lord of Murder," a third soldier shouted, his eyes glinting with fervour, "we honour the frenzy of bloodshed. May your wrath guide our strikes and instil fear in the hearts of our enemies! Let the battlefield run red with the testament of our might!"
The flames roared higher, casting shadows that danced like spectres of fallen foes. Each warrior felt the pull of the divine as they invoked the might of their gods. With renewed determination, they were ready to confront the chaos that awaited them, driven by the united wills of Tempus, Torm, and Bhaal.
This is the strongest knighthood formed by the Principality of Kass - the Redthorn Knights. They wear a full set of grey enchanted armour, with a blooming redthorn flower tattooed on the left arm of the armour. Their eyes are cold and ruthless, like steel machines. The mount under him is a kind of grey six-legged giant horse. These six-legged giant horses are much stronger than ordinary horses and are also wearing a full set of enchanted armour. They look majestic and powerful.
In comparison, the centaur warriors of the Hurricane Knights were as embarrassed as the country bumpkins.
However, the external embarrassment cannot conceal the fiery hearts beneath the strong body intertwined with blood and bones.
Amidst the stirring slogans of the Knights, and the trembling and wails of the earth, the two Knights collided brazenly, and the symphony of blood and bone was played at this moment!
Behind the two knights, the centaur king Mohandersen, and the leader of the Redthorn Knights Mare, who has the title of 'Silent Knight', looked at each other several kilometres apart. The former's blue pupils are full of violence, while the latter's grey pupils are filled with indifference and death.
The two sides looked at each other, and in a tacit understanding, they avoided the fighting range between the knights, and then moved forward, ran, and sprinted towards each other!
Dark blue fighting energy like a hurricane tornado surged out from the body of the Centaur King Mohandeseen. A distance of several kilometres was approaching in the blink of an eye, and the speed was terrifying!
'Silent Knight' Mare, both his body and his mount erupted with a strong grey, deathly aura of fighting spirit. The grass and earth that he rushed past all withered and withered, and all life was extinct.
Boom~woo~!
The collision between the swords was so loud that it was almost deafening and spread everywhere.
With the two of them as the centre, the land within a hundred metres was rolling like an earth dragon, and countless cracks spread. Under the violent conflict between the two violent fighting spirits, a huge circular pit appeared under the bodies of their mounts.
boom!
Clang~!
The two sides fought fiercely in close quarters for more than ten seconds, engaging in more than a thousand battles, and then they suddenly retreated.
The centaur king Mohandersen stood with four hooves on a huge boulder brought out from the ground. He looked at Mare who was breathing heavily and his muscles trembling slightly from a few hundred metres away. He sighed in admiration,
"You are worthy of being called the Silent Knight. I, Mohandersen, recognize you!" As he spoke, Mohandersen's tone suddenly changed and he said coldly,
"But you have to die here today."
The green fighting spirit escaped from Mohandersen's body. He raised the broad sword more than two metres long in his hand high. The terrifying and condensed hurricane fighting spirit enveloped the giant sword. There was a buzzing sound and a dazzling green light shined.
Looking again, Mohandersen had disappeared.
Mare noticed this scene in advance, and his eyes, which were lifeless and unwavering, showed his sincere admiration.
"Such a terrifying hurricane fighting spirit is probably not far away from becoming a legend. I am not as pitiful as you."
With a hint of regret in his eyes, a grey light flashed in Mare's arms, and a small grey light shot towards the rushing Mohandersen at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
Facing this ordinary grey light, Mohandersen only felt the hair standing on end of his body, and an intuition of death enveloped his heart.
"Mohandersen realised, with a deep exhale, 'There's no escape.' The moment that truth settled in, a profound calm washed over him. In his mind, time seemed to stretch, slowing down to a crawl.For two decades,
Mohandersen had hovered just below the threshold of becoming a legend, searching tirelessly for the path forward. And now, at the edge of despair, he found clarity—the essence of what it truly meant to be legendary.'Slow.'In that instant, the concept crystallised in his mind.
Every legendary powerhouse discovers their own unique understanding of the forces they master. No two are the same, yet all are bound by the fundamental truths of their chosen element.
"So it's like this." Mohandersen suddenly realised that the so-called legendary truth is understood differently by every legendary powerhouse, and they are all unique and unique.
For those who wield the essence of Fire system, they might awaken to concepts such as 'Explosion', 'Ignition', 'Temperature Control', 'Blazing Heat', 'Icy Heat', the 'Shockwave that Follows the Blast', 'Detonation', 'Inferno', 'Thermal Manipulation', 'Searing Heat', 'Frozen Flame', 'Concussive Power of an Explosion'.'Eruption', 'Smouldering Heat', 'Thermal Flux', 'Superheated Flames', 'Frostburn',' Etc. Each interpretation reflects the root characteristics of fire, but how they manifest varies from one individual to another.
'Slow'.
These are the root characteristics of fire, but each of the root characteristics of fire allows the legendary strong creatures of the fire system to comprehend. There are some subtle differences.
In that same way, Mohandersen's revelation was of the 'Slowness' of the wind.
When the wind calms down, the world seems to slow down.
As the winds quieted, the entire world seemed to slow with them.Where once the delicate threads of fate had eluded him—thin, grey lines too subtle to grasp—now, with this new perception, he could trace their every movement.
When Mohandersen looked at the thin grey line that was originally difficult to capture, he found that at this moment he could clearly perceive its trajectory, and even the aura of silence it exuded was clearly visible.
The giant sword in Mohandersen's hand that was originally glowing with green light suddenly shrank, leaving only a thin layer of dark cyan light film covering the surface of the giant sword. In an instant, the giant sword blocked the front of him.
With a scoff, the thin grey line hit the giant sword. After a moment of stalemate, the grey line that was mostly consumed finally penetrated the giant sword and hit Mohandersen.
Mohandersen groaned, and a grey energy surged through his body, crazily destroying his vitality.
"Death!" Mohandersen ignored the charging man in front of him, and with a flash of blue light, he cut Mare and his mount in half.
Mare's eyes widened, and there was no fear in his grey pupils, but only surprise, envy, and desire.
Bang~
Mare's body and his mount's body fell to the ground together, blood, food, acid, water, and internal organs flowing out and intertwined.
His reputation spread among several surrounding human countries, and a large number of human knights followed in his footsteps, praising his power. Even many powerful intelligent creatures knew of the 'Silent Knight', just like this in this desolate wasteland only witnessed by a few Fell to a creature he always thought was below him.
Roar~! The majestic dragon roar sounded in the distance behind him.
After killing Mare, Mohandersen's expression condensed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at an area in the distance.
An adult black dragon stretched its wings wantonly and was fighting fiercely with a human riding on a majestic horned demon horse.
From time to time, the black dragon sprayed a breath of acid dragon breath at the human knight, and the human knight either barely dodged it. If he couldn't avoid it, he could only grit his teeth and consume the fighting energy in his body. He swung out a huge red fighting energy slashing light with a sword, trying to kill the dragon. Cut off the breath and burn it.
"Lyanna." Mohandersen grinned. At the same time, he also recognized the human knight, who was Duke Nicholas of the Albit Kingdom.
General Marley of the Principality of Kass entangled him, the Red Thorn Knights and the Hurricane Centaur Knights collided, and they no longer had time to care about the others.
Let Duke Nicholas, who is ambushing here, deliver a fatal blow to Mohandersen at the critical moment. If this doesn't work, then activate the magic props.
The above is the conspiracy of the Principality of Kass and the Kingdom of Albeit against the Centaur King. In order for the Principality of Kass to serve as the bait vanguard, the Albit Kingdom also paid an extremely precious treasure - the magic artefact 'Finger of Death'.
The finger of death, an eighth-tier spell. The effect is: after casting the spell, it will definitely hit the targeted person and extinguish all vitality of the opponent.
The seventh- and eighth-tier spells are already among the highest-tier spells, and the Finger of Death spell is definitely second to none in terms of single-target lethality among all the highest-tier spells.
Normally speaking, if there is no accident, even a master-level professional will not be able to escape death if hit by this spell. Even some legendary strong beings who are unprepared and have no equipment to protect themselves will have a small probability of being killed by this.
Mohandersen wrapped his hooves around the hurricane, and in the next moment he appeared behind Duke Nicholas. With an ordinary slash of his sword, he cut the eighteenth-level old knight into two, including his man and his horse in Half.
Until his death, Duke Nicholas had no time to react.
When Black Dragoness saw this scene, there was a look of amazement in her eyes, "You are a lucky guy to be able to break through on the battlefield. Okay, I'll help you too. Remember the three things you owe me."
With that said, Lyanna was about to leave, and Mohandersen's helpless words came from behind her,
"Lyanna, don't leave in a hurry, and then do me a favour."
Lyanna followed Mohandersen's gaze and looked at the battlefield on the other side of the Hurricane Centaur Knights and the Redthorn Knights, as well as the Bloodflower Knights who were about to arrive in the distance to join the siege.
"All these human enchanted armors belong to me," Lyanna said.
"You are too greedy, at most half." Mohandersen frowned, grey air flowed on his face, and a mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth.
"Huh, I agreed. Also, Do hold on, you guys. I don't want to collect your body as payment. You haven't done even one of the three things you promised me!" Lyanna snorted coldly. There was no bargaining, the dragon wings flapped, and she directly attacked the Blood Flower Knights of the Kingdom who were coming from a distance.
Dragons Might rolled in the distance, the elite knights of the Blood Flower Knights were in chaos, and the screams continued.
Under the attack of an adult black dragon, these elite knights, whose strength was at least intermediate professionals, were killed one after another even though they tried to resist desperately!.
However, after reaching the intermediate level, the fighting spirit they have learned can already be released. Therefore, when thousands of intermediate professionals unleashed fighting energy of varying sizes to attack Lyanna, the latter did not dare to take it directly. Quickly raise the dragon's body to avoid it, and then look for an opportunity to lean over and spray out a breath of acidic dragon breath.
Anyway, whatever disgusts people, come on.
The Blood Flower Knights were tortured to such an extent that they could no longer protect themselves, let alone support the Red Thorn Knights.
Mohandersen breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this, and immediately stopped holding on, kneeling on all fours, and Mohandersen mobilised the hurricane fighting energy to clear out the grey aura in his body.
Eight-tier single-target spells are not that easy to block.
And Mohandersen is not considered a true legendary powerhouse now. Although the most important 'Truth' of the legendary powerhouse, Mohandersen, has indeed greatly increased his strength, it still takes a lot of time to fill up the two pools of body and fighting spirit that have suddenly become much larger.
Breaking through before the battle is not that mysterious, it is impossible to break through, and your body and fighting spirit will be raised to the corresponding level in an instant.
"Ahem" Another mouthful of blood coughed out of Mohandersen's mouth.
The coughed-up blood turned grey and fell on the grass. The green grass and soil life within several metres of it were instantly extinguished, withered and turned grey.
But this is a good thing, as it means that this negative energy is slowly being cleared.
A moment later, Mohandersen opened his eyes as if aware and looked at the battlefield in the distance.
The war has come to an end. The Blood Flower Knights who came to support were beaten by Lyanna and fled in panic, leaving more than two thousand corpses in the wasteland.
After the Blood Flower Knights retreated, Lyanna did not choose to pursue them. Instead, she chose to get involved in the battle between the Hurricane Centaur Knights and the Redthorn Knights.
With the addition of a powerful adult black dragon, the Red Thorn Knights, who originally had the upper hand, instantly fell into a disadvantageous position. Soon they could no longer hold on and broke up and fled. The centaur warriors who had been suppressed and beaten roared for With the slogan of revenge for the dead tribesmen, they chased and beat these drowned human dogs.
There is no doubt that the centaurs won this war.
But the price they paid for winning the war is also heavy.
Mohandersen stood up on all fours and looked around the entire battlefield. There were at least three to four hundred centaur corpses that could only be seen briefly.
These are all elite centaur warriors who have practised hurricane fighting spirit for many years and have reached at least the level of intermediate professionals!
Mohandersen even saw several powerful centaurs with extremely familiar looks among them.
"Although I have reached the rank of legend, my injuries will probably not heal within a few years or even more than ten years. Now that less than half of the elite warriors in the clan have been killed or injured, and the Principality of Kass and the Kingdom of Albit have suffered such heavy losses, they will definitely take revenge. "
Mohandersen looked at this boundless wilderness plain and made a decision in his heart.
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