Devouring World Dragon

"Do you intend to keep building city walls here forever?"

The great hero raised his head and spoke in a booming voice.

"It's none of your business, you mortal."

Poseidon glanced at him, then bent down again to move the heavy city walls.

It seems this god truly loathed Zeus and had no desire to accept his goodwill. Being Zeus's son meant representing Zeus's will; releasing him would be no different than being humiliated by Zeus before being feignedly released.

The great hero of Thebes thought for a moment and then changed his approach.

"If you are unwilling to accept help from Zeus's children, would you accept help from Typhon's children?"

Poseidon paused, as if seeing Heracles for the first time, and examined him closely before revealing a surprised expression.

"You do have traces of that snake on you. How did that happen?"

“I was adopted by that serpent goddess when I was a child, so I am also considered that serpent’s child.”

The great hero first chuckled, then composed himself and said seriously.

"Now, great god Poseidon, are you willing to be released by Typhon's child?"

Poseidon's cold face remained unchanged, his brows furrowed, his eyes flickering slightly, but he still answered, thinking of his labor service.

"can."

"Alright then, but before that you have to promise me that you won't take revenge on the people in this city."

Unlike the exhilaration of releasing Apollo, the great hero now kept his guard up, lest the infamous Poseidon, in a fit of rage, retaliate against the people of Troy.

Poseidon's eyes and whiskers were wide open, and golden firelight emanated from his pupils, as if they contained blazing furnaces, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Mortal, don't go too far!"

Poseidon's roar was like thunder; in an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, thunderclaps resounded, and flashing electric dragons swam in the black clouds.

A rumble of thunder sounded, accompanied by an approaching storm in the distance, and a light drizzle began to fall.

However, the great hero remained fearless and stared directly at the god.

The great god finally gave in. His face was grim, but he still made a promise that he would never take revenge on the people of this city.

So Hercules, as before, knelt on the ground and respectfully called out towards the earth.

"My father beneath the abyss, grant me the strength to release this son of Cronus."

However, he was unaware that the snake on his shoulder had witnessed his actions.

The snakes treated Hercules' performance as if he were an idiot.

What you're doing has nothing to do with me.
Theoretically, Hercules is indeed its child, after all, it truly gave him a drop of blood. But this doesn't mean Hercules can use its power; it has no interest in the drama of unleashing gods.

Do whatever you want, I won't care.

Thus, when Hercules attempted to break the brass chain, he predictably failed. Without the serpent's power, even a mighty hero like himself could not break this sturdy iron chain forged by the gods.

Hercules tried again, but failed once more.

The atmosphere was tense. Poseidon stared at Heracles in front of him, his impatience growing more and more obvious.

But Hercules did not give up. He took a breath, clenched his fist, and began his third attempt.

"drink!"

With a low growl, the great hero mustered all his strength, gritted his teeth, and glared angrily, his two iron arms, as if forged from refined iron, pulling hard on the brass chain.

The invisible snake on the hero's shoulder remained lazily still, unmoved. But soon, it suddenly opened its eyes, utterly astonished.

Just as Hercules attempted to break the brass chain, the drop of serpent blood within it responded to his will. The serpent did not answer the great hero's prayer, but its blood spontaneously bestowed power upon him through his unwavering resolve.

Inside the great hero's body, the drop of snake blood, which seemed to have hardly diminished even after many years, was gradually dissolving at the great hero's heart, transforming into power that spread to his limbs.

The stronger the will in one's heart, the greater the power in one's hands.

A golden flame flickered in his pupils. An indescribable, wondrous feeling made the great hero feel as if he were omnipotent at that moment.

It's just... a chain.

Even if those chains were forged by God, they are still just chains.

"Crack..."

A tiny crack suddenly appeared on the brass chain, then gradually spread and grew larger. Finally, the entire chain broke apart under immense force.

"collapse!"

The brass chain snapped.

Poseidon's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and the snake also became solemn, its upright serpentine eyes revealing a chilling coldness.

The two gods not far away also seemed to have seen something incredible, and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Apollo, can you feel it?"

Hermes exclaimed in astonishment.

Apollo, handsome as a woman, did not speak, but simply nodded slightly. That feeling, though fleeting, would not be misunderstood by any deity.

That felt like divine power.

Even if they are descendants of gods, mortals are mortals and gods are gods; there should be no confusion between them. But just now, at that moment, both gods sensed a fluctuation and aura of divine power emanating from Hercules.

Even if it's only for a fleeting moment, it still means...

Zeus, do you intend to elevate this mortal to godhood? "That's none of my business."

Zeus, who was watching all this below, also frowned.

If the goal were truly to elevate a mortal to godhood, there would be no need for such a complicated process. If one is to ascend to godhood, one should simply do so directly; why grant only a fleeting opportunity?

That divine power was completely different from the others; it seemed to originate entirely from within Hercules himself. It only revealed itself briefly before going dormant again.

Is it because of his unique origin?

Zeus unconsciously played with the lightning in his hand.

Heracles, who was on the ground, had no idea what the gods were thinking. He spoke to Poseidon, who had already been released.

"Great God, you are free now."

Poseidon stopped thinking about what had just happened and instead felt the brass chains that had come off his body, and his free body that he had regained after many years.

A feeling of joy welled up within me.

The great god first roared to the sky, and in the golden light emanating from him, all his previous fatigue and filth were swept away, and he regained his divine radiance. He stretched out his hand, and there in it appeared his renowned trident, the symbol of his status as the sea god.

Then, he stared at the city and the city walls he himself had built with hatred. A similarly burning anger and resentment welled up in his heart.

These mortals.

"Rumble..."

With a swing of his trident, the distant ocean swept in, its surging waves shimmering white under the sun, their power unmatched by any ordinary person.

"boom!"

The raging tsunami crashed headlong into the walls of the city of Troy.

All of this happened so fast that even the king in the palace inside the city couldn't react in time, and could only watch in horror as the giant wave, which seemed to be about to engulf the entire city, was about to crash onto the city walls.

However, none of this ever came to pass.

The walls that God himself built, the walls that God hated, have now become the greatest shield against this tsunami.

The tsunami surged in, but failed to breach the city wall.

"Poseidon! Do you remember the promise you made?! You have broken your vow!"

When the waves came, Apollo and Hermes, sensing something was wrong, flew off the ground, with Hermes even managing to pull the great hero along.

The great hero, high in the sky, saw all this and shouted angrily.

"Hush! Mortal, that's Poseidon!"

Hermes, startled, quickly covered his mouth with his hand and said hastily.

However, the great hero pushed Hermes' hand away, then reached behind him and pulled out the divine bow that Apollo had just given him. He drew the bow, nocked an arrow, aimed at the god, and the golden arrowhead shot out like a meteor.

"what!"

The great god, wielding his trident, was unable to dodge; he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as he was struck by an arrow. This was something that should never have happened, yet it had become a reality.

"Erinyius!"

Poseidon clutched his injured shoulder and spoke angrily.

He could see that it was the three Furies standing beside Hercules, to carry out this act of revenge for breaking the oath.

The Erinyes are a collective name for three Furies, who either have snakes in their hair, are entwined with snakes, or are themselves serpentine. They live in the underworld and are in charge of discord, quarrels, and revenge.

Whenever there is conflict on earth, the three goddesses descend to earth to hunt down all those who have committed sins. Their pursuit is so ruthless that they are often vengeful, and even a grudge over the loss of a needle can end in the extermination of an entire tribe.

People are so afraid of them.

At this moment, the three ugly goddesses covered in serpents stood on either side of Heracles, their gazes cold and terrifying, arbitrating this revenge for breaking the oath.

"You have broken your vow! Step back now, before everything can be salvaged!"

The great hero, unable to see the three goddesses beside him, still loudly rebuked Poseidon's behavior. With that, he nocked his longbow again, and pointed an arrow at Poseidon.

You are truly brave.

Hermes dared not let go and throw the great hero down, nor did he dare to face the angry Poseidon. He could only hide behind the great hero, trying his best not to be noticed by Poseidon.

The sea god gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly, the shame and anger of being enslaved by mortals for so many years growing in his heart.

The daily sun and the constant carrying of stones fueled his growing anger; ten years of enslavement had filled this deity with rage.

On the other hand, he had indeed made a promise.

The fact that a mortal's arrow can strike him is a warning that he has broken his promise.

God broke the promise He made.

After a brief standoff, he let out a long howl and vanished into the storm.

He is the earthquake, the volcano, the storm, the ocean, the master of the earth, the master of the gods, and the king of the sacred mountains. He is the god of earthquakes that cause the earth to collapse, and he has too many ways to deal with these mortals.

"Troy..."

In its final moments, the Earthshaker glanced at the mortal city, gritting its teeth.

Watching the sea god disappear into the distance, Hercules finally put away his bow and arrows, letting out a long sigh of relief. The three Furies beside him also vanished, returning to the underworld to report back to the serpent goddess.

After resting in the city for a few days, the great hero continued his adventure.

Meanwhile, in Thebes, the king named Oedipus was in the midst of his own despair and madness.