Start with the Soul Forge

Chapter 601. Degenerate Trident

"I should have known that once someone told you that anything you could get was yours, the difficulty of the matter would definitely be much greater than you imagined."

After killing Poseidon, the god of the sea, Mo Hao did not obtain much spoils. He only found the trident floating in the sea.

In addition, the scales on Poseidon's body were completely destroyed by Duanshendao, the white horse and golden chariot were nowhere to be found, and even the dolphin, the sacred animal symbolizing Poseidon, was nowhere to be found.

“I feel like I’m losing money.”

The trident is one of the three magical artifacts made by the Cyclops. In Greek mythology, the Cyclops is almost the best craftsman in the world.

The Cyclops helped Zeus create lightning, created a trident for Poseidon, and created an invisibility helmet for Hades, assisting them in overthrowing the rule of Cronus.

Picking up the trident, Mo Hao only felt that it was heavy in his hand. It was a weight that no ordinary person could lift, as if it had the weight of the entire ocean.

Using a trident to smash rocks can create clear springs that flow from the cracks to irrigate the earth, giving farmers a good harvest. When the trident is swung, it can not only easily create huge waves, trigger storms and tsunamis to sink continents and collapse the sky and the earth, but it can also smash all things to pieces and even cause a major earthquake.

"I'm afraid this thing isn't degenerate matter."

For Mo Hao, lifting ordinary objects, even a mountain, seems extremely easy.

The trident could make Mo Hao feel heavy at this moment, so there was only one explanation. The weight of this artifact was far greater than the weight of a mountain. It was even possible that the weight of the entire ocean was really compressed into this trident.

After putting the trident into the world of heavenly book, Mo Hao climbed up Mount Olympus again.

This mountain, which symbolizes the power and authority of God, is extremely steep and has the suppression of divine power. It is almost impossible for ordinary people, even for demigod-level heroes, to climb up.

Anything is forbidden to approach this place.

The suppression from divine power could not stop Mo Hao. The power plundered from the god of war Ares and the god of the sea Poseidon was enough to resist the things that tried to stop him from moving forward.

With this power from the Lord God, he could even fly on Mount Olympus.

But Mo Hao did not do so, because he could sense that there was a force condensing above the clouds but not releasing it.

If he, as a challenger, tried to reach the top in some other way, the thunder of the great god would strike him directly.

Mo Hao didn't want to use his physical body to measure how powerful Zeus' thunder was at this time.

Continuing to walk towards the top of the mountain, there are almost no roads on Mount Olympus. It is a completely pristine environment. Perhaps this is because apart from the gods, there are not many mortals coming to this place.

Even in the grass or behind the trees, there are some wild species.

In the mythological era, species that could survive in the wild were basically not something that humans could deal with. Generally speaking, people called them magical beasts or divine beasts.

Ordinary heroes can't even deal with it.

After all, not every hero is named Hercules.

Following my feeling, I soon arrived at a strange yet familiar building.

It is strange because this place is halfway up the mountain and it is unlikely that there would be a building covering a huge area.

It feels familiar because what appears before our eyes is a genuine Roman Colosseum.

With a soft sigh, Mo Hao knew that this was the third enemy he was going to meet.

It was obvious that the other party had built an arena here to invite him in.

It's probably impossible to hide, and there's no need to hide.

Walking into the Colosseum, without any cover, one could immediately see the face of the enemy. The scorching sun forged his outline into a bronze statue.

The giant stood in the center of the Colosseum, with a corner of his Nemean lion skin cloak lifted by the wind, revealing his back muscles that were as gnarled as old tree roots.

The fangs of the lion's head were clasped above his brow. The hide had long since faded to a scorched brown-yellow color, but one could still see the remnants of its golden mane from claw marks when he strangled the monster to death with his bare hands.

In his right hand, he grasped the huge olive wood club. The wood grain had turned black from years of blood, and now it was casting a shadow on the sand, like a decapitated python.

Sweat rolled down the groove of his collarbone and passed over the dark red circular scar on his neck - the mark left by the iron chain melted from the poisonous blood of the nine-headed Hydra.

Mo Hao couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. When he saw the other person's appearance, he knew who the person was.

Hercules, son of Zeus, Hercules.

The most famous hero in Greek mythology, his fame even exceeds that of many gods.

"Looking at you, I think I don't need to introduce myself again."

Hercules' voice was deep and explosive, like a volcano that was about to erupt. "Are you ready to accept the punishment of climbing the sacred mountain? Or do you need more rest time?"

"Ha, you're more interesting than the two guys in front of you. You actually said you wanted to give me some rest time."

Mo Hao couldn't help but laugh out loud. Perhaps this god who was created by human beings ascending to heaven was much stronger than the two guys who were born gods.

"As a reward for these words, you have one chance to let me stop and spare your life."

Is it kindness? Or ridicule?

Hercules didn't know, but he only knew that he felt insulted at this moment.

This mortal threatened to spare his life, which was undoubtedly an insult to Hercules, the great hero who had completed the twelve trials.

And insult needs to be washed away with blood.

Without any answer, Hercules took the lead and punched out, plowing a deep and vertical line in the ground.

This attack naturally could not cause any harm to Mo Hao, but it was just the bell given by Hercules to start the game.

The next moment, Hercules crossed a distance of dozens of meters, raised his fists high and smashed down like a war hammer.

Mo Hao swung his fist to meet the momentum, and the collision of fists made the entire Mount Olympus tremble.

Hercules had strength greater than that of Poseidon, the god of the sea. When he was still a hero, he once replaced the Titan Atlas to carry the weight of the sky.

After ascending to godhood, Hercules' power only grew.

Faced with the heaven-shaking divine power, even Mo Hao felt a strong impact, but this was not enough.

This alone was not enough for Hercules to defeat him.

"Hey!"

There was a chuckle, and then Hercules saw it.

A bull, a bull greater than the Nemean Lion, fiercer than the Erymanthian Boar, wilder than the Cretan Bull, and more deadly than the three-headed dog of Hades.

At this moment, the Axe-Transforming Fist that Mo Hao used actually blasted out the true form of the Bull Demon King.

(End of this chapter)