Chapter 117 Look at Me, Bastard!_2
Reinforcing the Titan Temple, unable to disengage;
Advancing on Thessaly City, obstructed ahead;
It seems the only way to break through now is to kill this troublesome brat.
Moreover, he is just a Chief God, this state of simultaneously exerting twelve kinds of authority seems unsustainable.
"Kid, you brought this on yourself, die!"
Kronos looked at the incarnations of authority behind Luo En, which began to flicker unstably, and immediately stirred up all the divine power within him, charging forward with a fierce expression.
At the same time, the nine dominated Titan Main Gods also abandoned their opponents and converged toward this location.
"They must not escape!"
Hera clenched her teeth and roared, forsaking the advantage of the Archer's long-range attack, transforming into a fierce thunderbolt and crashing directly into the couple, the River God Occhanos and the Ocean Goddess Thetis.
"Thinking of leaving? Stay behind!"
For a time, the other Chief Gods also followed suit, doing their utmost to stop the other Titan Main Gods trying to converge with Kronos.
The clashing authorities collided with each other, the entangled Ether Light Flow perforated the surroundings, turning the already battered battlefield into a semblance of Hell.
The deities and human alliance of Thessaly could not intervene, only managing to hold their ground near the broken walls, cooperating with the Argo Heroes who had revived from the Sacred Pool, blocking the magic beasts and giants from all directions, striving to maintain the Sacred Flame burning within the Great Temple.
The battle of the giants, now entering a thoroughly intense phase.
And the duel between Commander Luo En and Divine King Kronos became the core of the entire war.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sweeping spear blade and the pounding heavy fists fiercely collided, the golden flames and scarlet authority continuously clashed, the two great gods enveloped in surging Ether Light Flow discarded complicated combat techniques, like two wild beasts engaging in a pure and fierce struggle.
How much longer? How much more...
Luo En mechanically swung the Gun of Nation Creation, striving to keep up with Kronos' pace.
Divine blood spurted, muscles tore, bones broke; his body went through repeated destruction and rebirth amidst the fierce battle.
Just a little while longer, hold on a little while longer...
His movements had already become deformed, his consciousness gradually blurring, pupils losing focus, his body simply fighting on instinct.
Phanes' incarnation was long incapable of maintenance, for this had already far surpassed the limit of one hour.
But it seemed both Luo En and the other nine Chief Gods had forgotten this fact.
The battle, still ongoing!
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"Bang!"
In the pitch-black underground, a towering figure was sent flying back, crashing heavily into the Titan Temple, causing the Divine Emblem's red light to violently shake.
"We won, we won..."
Hercules trembled as he turned back, wanting to share this good news with his comrades.
But behind him, there was already no one left.
Thousands of magic beasts and giants surged like a tide through the gap leading to the Temple, heading straight for that last standing figure.
Hercules, unafraid and unangry, reached down to pick up a half-broken Nameless Axe Sword from the ground, gazing at the Divine Tower surrounded by nine Titan Temples, raising the dusky blade high above his head.
Boiling scarlet divine energy converged within the broken sword, like twisting, shrieking snakes.
As the divine intent climbed to its peak, Hercules, about to be swamped by the tide of magical creatures, suddenly opened his eyes wide and let out a thunderous roar.
"Shoot down—a hundred heads!!!"
The dragon-like, snake-like divine energy broke through the weak defenses of the nine Titan Temples, colliding directly with the central Divine Tower, bursting forth a dazzling aurora in the profound darkness.
"Boom!!!"
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"Boom!!!"
The massive figure, like a pillar holding up the sky, crashed to the ground, and the crimson halo formed by ten Divine Emblems shattered bit by bit.
"Impossible! This cannot be!"
Kronos, from within the deep pit, watched in disbelief as his ten arms cracked continuously, refusing to accept the reality before him.
"Merely ants, how can they shake my immortality! False! It's all false!"
The furious Divine King rose from the pit, pointing at the figure kneeling before him and roared around.
"Attack! All of you, attack! Kill this boy, and victory will be ours!"
However, the nine Titan Main Gods were like puppets who had their strings cut, their movements becoming increasingly sluggish and stiff.
The Magic Beasts and giants, who had previously fought fearlessly, seemed as if awakened from a dream, shivering all over.
Seeing their fallen comrades scattered everywhere and the human city, ruined but still flickering with the cold light of swords and blades, the Magical Creatures retreated in panic and fled in all directions.
At this moment, all they wanted was to flee as far away from this purgatory as possible!
Clearly, Kronos's Divine Throne had collapsed, and the authority he wielded had completely disintegrated.
The deities of Thessaly, heroes, and humans stood up from the ruins, looked at their companions who had survived the calamity, and sighed with relief.
Finally, we won.
"No, I haven't lost! I have not lost yet!"
Kronos shook his head and roared angrily; then, as if he thought of something, his bloodshot eyes gazed toward the ocean.
"Typhon! Yes, as long as Typhon arrives! Everything will be all right!"
"So, you're waiting for it?"
A cold voice came from the sky, the Goddess of Wisdom dressed in Golden Armor, riding Pegasus, shook a cloth bag in her hand, and a gray-white giant dragon's skull fell at Kronos's feet, shattering into fine gravel immediately.
The familiar aura lingering in those remains made Kronos's eyes widen in disbelief.
His ally Typhon, the Demon Ancestor who had once sieged Olympus by himself, had actually been defeated.
And, it seemed, even his consciousness was completely obliterated!
Looking at the round-bellied offspring of Typhon behind Athena, Kronos instantly understood who was responsible for this.
The Demon Ancestor had been completely devoured by his own monstrous offspring.
"Don't worry, it's your turn now~!"
Athena, in the sky, smiled and raised her hand, thousands of starlights fell on the Thessaly Battlefield.
Hades, the God of the Underworld, and Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, stood side by side, with gods of the Underworld gathering behind them like a somber army;
The Mother of Serpents, Echidna, gently spread her tendrils, the divinity of Typhon's offspring surged, and they gnashed their teeth in a low growl;
The God of the Stove, Hestia, raised her cannons, followed closely by The Nine Muses and The Three Graces, along with a host of other deities;
King Theseus of Athens drew his sword forward, and the Holy Warriors from the Sanctuary and mages from the Academy of Athens were ready to strike...
Watching the dense, formidable enemy forces around him, Kronos staggered backward and then shook his head in rage.
"No, you cannot defeat me, I am the immortal ancient god! Heavenly destiny is with me!"
"Thunderous boom!"
Thunder filled the sky, and the cloudy vault was shattered by brilliant blue and white arcs of light, displaying dark, crisscrossing trails of thunderbolts.
And within the intersecting, branched arcs, the silhouette of a majestic mountain was reflected.
The gods on the Thessaly Battlefield turned pale, a heavy shadow rising from their eyes.
At the same time, within the star-bathed Olympus Temple, the majestic figure holding the Thunderbolt Scepter slowly opened his eyes.
Amid them, a silvery expanse, thunder tumbling fiercely.
"A bunch of failures! You've been given so many opportunities, yet you still end up in utter defeat!"
Zeus spoke coldly, looking down upon the Thessaly Battlefield from above the clouds, slowly standing from his Divine Throne.
"It seems, I must personally intervene in this terrible endgame!"