This is so dishonest!

Chapter 426 Assassinating the Holy Emperor, Now is the Time! [Two chapters combined, 7k words]

After receiving the full assistance of the prophet Prometheus, Zeus, the ancestral dragon, became more efficient than ever before.

[Zeus] The First Dragon did not rashly come to the door, but instead brought the manuscript of "Genesis" written by Xuan Qing himself, and came to the "Fountain of Time" at the edge of the universe.

He did not reveal himself, but at the turn of the stars, he began to softly chant the epic tale of creation, as if talking to himself.

"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth."

"The earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters."

"God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."

His voice was filled with the majesty of creation and the supreme law, each syllable transforming into a tangible Dao pattern that flowed above the Spring of Time.

The goddess of memory, who was reminiscing about the past by the spring, was completely captivated by this unprecedented myth, full of the beauty of "order" and "creation".

She never imagined that the birth of the universe could be described in such a magnificent yet orderly way.

This was infinitely superior and far greater than the ancient Chaos creation myth she remembered, a myth filled with chaos and bloodshed.

For seven consecutive days, Zeus, the ancestral dragon, chanted different chapters of Genesis by the Fountain of Time.

From the creation of light and darkness, to the separation of land and water, to the nurturing of all things, and finally to God creating the first living beings in His own image.

The soul of the goddess of memory is repeatedly washed and baptized by this new and more magnificent "creation memory".

On the seventh day, when Zeus, the ancestral dragon, finished chanting the last syllable and turned to leave, the goddess of memory finally couldn't resist appearing and stopping him.

“Your myth is very interesting. Can you tell me about it?” asked the goddess of memory.

Zeus, the First Dragon, turned around with a radiant smile: "Of course!"

Thus, Zu Long successfully became the [God] Xuan Qing, and developed into the Archbishop of the Goddess of Memory.

Next, Zeus, the first dragon, set his sights on the two daughters of Coeus, the god of the heavens, and Phoebe, the goddess of prophecy.

Leto, the goddess of conservation, and Asteria, the goddess of shooting stars.

This time, the ancestral dragon Zeus actually encountered a setback.

While he was pursuing the Meteor Goddess, she ran away!

Yes.

This goddess was highly resistant to the Emperor's romantic advances. Even when the Emperor got close to her, she successfully transformed into a cuckoo and flew away.

This left Zeus, the ancestral dragon, extremely disappointed, but he did not insist.

He has always supported free love.

"Forget it, of all the waters in the world, I'll only drink from one ladle!"

If this ladle doesn't work, then try the next one!

Zu Long then turned around and pursued the older sister of the Meteor Goddess—the Conservation Goddess.

This goddess was so deeply immersed in her beautiful love that she couldn't extricate herself.

And so, the two Titans—the Goddess of the Celestials and the Goddess of Prophecy—chose to quietly withdraw from the conflict for the sake of their daughters' happiness.

Upon seeing this, the Ocean God formally declared to all the Titans that he and his wife would lead six thousand river gods and spring gods back to the depths of the endless ocean, never to participate in the war between the old and new god-kings again.

This news was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing a huge uproar among the Titans.

Upon learning of all this, Cronus, the king of the Old Gods, was so enraged that he smashed the hourglass that symbolized time in his temple.

In the blink of an eye, several core members of the twelve Titans chose to remain neutral, which caused an unprecedented shake to the foundation of his monarchy.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer.

If we wait any longer, the new king of the gods on Mount Olympus will probably "convince" his sisters as well.

Thus, this tyrannical god-king who once devoured his own children finally tore off all pretenses and revealed his most ferocious face.

"Assemble the entire army!"

Cronus's roar echoed throughout the entire universe.

"Target: Mount Olympus!"

"Crush them! Reclaim our throne!"

The war horn was sounded fiercely at this moment.

A massive army, led by Titans loyal to the Old God-Kings such as Hyperion, the Sun God, and Iapetus, the Creator God, surged toward Mount Olympus like a black tide.

The sky was obscured, and the earth trembled.

The ancient Titans strode with heavy steps, their bodies like moving mountains, each breath bringing with it a devastating storm.

Thunder roared atop Mount Olympus.

[Zeus] The first dragon, clad in golden armor and wielding a thunder scepter, stands atop the temple.

Behind him, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, and other gods stood ready, their eyes filled with not fear, but with a fierce fighting spirit.

Three Cyclopes and three Hecatoncheires stood beside them, ready to unleash mountains and thunderbolts upon the enemy.

"In accordance with the Olympus Supreme Defense Act, all deities shall enter Level One combat status."

[Zeus] The First Dragon issued the order to go to war in his characteristic, emotionless, official tone.

"For the glory of Olympus!"

The war broke out in an instant.

Poseidon raised his trident high and swung it fiercely at the oncoming Titan army.

"In the name of the sea god, hear my gospel!"

"Come forth, my believers, for the sake of love and justice!"

In an instant, endless seawater surged from the void, transforming into a legion of shark girls dressed in sailor uniforms, waving their little fists, and looking so cute it was almost unfair.

They marched in unison, singing energetic battle songs, and charged headlong into the ferocious Titans.

"Charge! For Poseidon's love and justice!"

"Dynamic light waves!"

"Beep beep beep! Ocean Operation!"

The Titans stared at this group of "miniature," pinkish enemies, and for a moment they didn't know how to begin.

However, the next second, these shark girls displayed their terrifying fighting power.

Each of their "little fists" contained terrifying divine power enough to shatter mountains, causing the Titans to howl in pain and lose their composure.

The sun god Hyperion was enraged upon seeing this, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a beam of destructive light powerful enough to melt divine metal.

Just as the beam of light was about to strike the shark girl army, an even larger figure blocked their path.

That was Kraken, the Norwegian sea monster, summoned by Poseidon and now completely gender-bent.

Now, she is a giant octopus girl with a somewhat naive personality, dressed in a gorgeous court dress.

She unfurled dozens of round, pink tentacles, forming an enormous, elastic "shield of love."

boom!
The light of destruction was firmly blocked by the shield of love, and was even reflected back.

Kraken shook its enormous head, causing the bow on its head to tremble, and made an innocent sound: "Puyo?"

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment because of this overly surreal scene.

On the other side, goddesses such as Hera and Demeter also joined the battle.

Hera waved her scepter, and chains of law symbolizing "family harmony" and "marital fidelity" flew out, binding the Titans that were trying to attack the mountain.

The bound behemoths were horrified to discover that their savage fighting spirit was rapidly fading, replaced by an unprecedented longing for family and yearning for their mates.

They started crying, begging to go home and find their mothers.

Demeter, however, used her abundant power in reverse; wherever she pointed, the Titans' bodies began to grow uncontrollably and wildly.

Instead of becoming stronger, it sprouted countless useless vines, flowers, and even mushrooms.

These plants frantically absorbed their divine power, leaving them extremely weak.

Meanwhile, the hundred-armed giants, while loudly chanting the hymn "Hallelujah," hurled mountain peaks like pebbles, each one hitting the enemy's vital points with pinpoint accuracy.

Their attack was imbued with a sacred sense of order, as if it were not a war but a grand religious ceremony.

The Olympians' fighting style was full of unexpected and bizarre tactics, yet highly efficient.

The Titans were defeated and their morale plummeted.

They had never seen such an outrageous war.

The Old God King Cronus trembled with rage at the chaotic and absurd battle before him.

His gaze finally settled on a shadowy figure on the battlefield, one that was constantly reaping the lives of Titans.

That was his eldest son, Hades.

Hades, wearing his helmet of invisibility, was like the most terrifying ghost on the battlefield; each appearance of him was accompanied by the fall of a Titan.

"Hades!"

Cronus let out a furious roar.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, and a huge hourglass made of countless time runes appeared on his palm.

"Time, flowing backwards!"

He clenched his fist tightly, and the flow of time in the void where Hades was located was instantly reversed.

Space was torn apart, and the laws were collapsing.

Hades felt an irresistible, immense force forcibly pulling him out of the state of "nothingness".

His perfect concealment failed for the first time.

His form was forced to appear before all the gods and Titans.

The entire battlefield fell into absolute silence once again.

All eyes were focused on Hades, who was forced to reveal himself.

Then, everyone's expression froze.

Hades, who had always presented himself as gloomy, mysterious, and majestic, was now wearing an outfit that was hard to look at.

On his head was a pink, fluffy... rabbit helmet with two cute long ears.

The helmet perfectly concealed his face, revealing only a pair of eyes burning with a fierce, ghostly fire of shame and indignation.

He no longer wore the black robe that symbolized death and the underworld.

Instead, it was a boldly cut, extremely revealing pink bunny-themed bodysuit.

The bodysuit perfectly accentuated Hades's sleek and powerful physique, which had been hidden beneath his divine robes for years.

Her long, slender legs were encased in black fishnet stockings, and on her feet were a pair of underworld boots that clashed with the overall style and exuded an aura of death.

Behind him was a round, white little tail.

A tall, handsome woman who exudes an aura of unapproachability... a bunny girl?

No, it's "Bunny Boy".

"puff--"

Poseidon couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of seawater, letting out a deafening burst of laughter.

"Hahaha! Bro! What...what kind of look is that?!"

Even the usually composed Hera's lips twitched wildly, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

[Zeus] Zu Long’s mouth twitched. No wonder Hades had been hiding and not showing himself. So that’s why!
Zu Long glanced at God, who sat enthroned on Mount Olympus.

He wanted to complain.

But the words that were on the tip of her tongue suddenly turned into: "According to the supplementary provisions of the 'Olympian Code of Attire,' this outfit follows the principle of central symmetry in its design, has harmonious color matching, meets basic aesthetic standards, and is therefore deemed qualified."

Upon hearing this, Poseidon, the god of the sea, laughed even more heartily.

The Titans were stunned; they even temporarily forgot about attacking.

Is this some new form of psychological attack?

Forced to appear in such a shameful manner in front of everyone, Hades felt that his divine status was about to burn away due to shame and anger.

But he is, after all, the god of the underworld who controls death, and his temperament is far beyond that of ordinary gods.

After the initial shock and humiliation, he immediately came up with a brilliant idea to shift the blame.

He absolutely could not admit that this was a side effect of his precious helmet.

Hades suddenly raised his head and fixed his eyes, burning with ghostly fire, on the old god-king Cronus.

"Cronus!"

He let out a roar filled with endless anger and grief, his voice even trembling with sobs.

"How vicious you are!"

"To defeat us, you actually used such a vile and despicable curse on me!"

You've ruined my reputation!

This desperate accusation resounded throughout the battlefield, filled with a convincing sense of tragedy.

The Old God King Cronus was completely dumbfounded.

I?
I curse you?

When did I ever curse you for dressing like that?
I don't have the leisure to curse like that!
Looking at Hades' outrageous attire and then at the scythe in his hand that symbolized time and destruction, he was plunged into deep self-doubt.

Could it be that I have unknowingly acquired some mysterious power that can change the clothes of my enemies?
Hades was even more grief-stricken when he saw him in a daze.

"You're still pretending to be stupid!"

"Father, I never imagined you were such a god!"

"I will never forgive you!" With that, Hades transformed all his shame and anger into unprecedented fighting power.

He no longer concealed his form, but transformed into a pink whirlwind of death, charging towards Kronos.

With each swing of the death scythe in his hand, he carried an overwhelming resentment that said, "Those who ruin my innocence shall die," making it several times more powerful than before.

Cronus was overwhelmed by his mad dog-like fighting style and felt extremely frustrated.

I really didn't!

At the summit of Mount Olympus, Xuan Qing, the true instigator, nodded in satisfaction upon witnessing this scene.

Hmm, this child is teachable.

They actually know how to shift the blame and transfer the hatred to the enemy. Not bad at all.

Just as the morale of the Olympians was greatly boosted by Hades' "tragic outburst,"

The Old God King Cronus was finally enraged by Hades's relentless attacks.

"Enough! You unfilial son!"

A cruel glint of pleasure flashed in his eyes, and he decided to hold back no longer.

He raised the enormous scythe that symbolized time high, pouring all his divine power into it.

"The end of time, the annihilation of all things!"

A massive, gray blade of light, imbued with an aura of decay and annihilation, disregarded spatial distance and instantly appeared above Hades' head.

With this strike, he was determined to completely slay this rebellious son who had slandered him!
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Just as war raged and gods shed blood at the foot of Mount Olympus, a gaze was also watching all of this from the endless void beyond the heavens.

It was a divine space constructed from pure "wisdom" and "contemplation".

Countless streams of information converge, collide, and deduce here like a galaxy, simulating billions of possible futures.

A goddess dressed in a moon-white robe, holding a clay tablet engraved with the trajectory of fate, stood silently suspended in the center of this space.

Her eyes shone brighter than the deepest nebula in the universe, as if reflecting all the truths and mysteries of the world.

She is the [Wisdom Demon God], an ancient and powerful being who has survived since the Chaos Era.

She looked down at the battlefield, especially at the supreme being who called himself "Yahweh," and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

The moment the Titan army showed signs of defeat, the thought of retreating began to take root in her mind.

"Which supreme deity among the Taiwei gods is this 'God'?"

The slab of destiny in her hand shimmered, with countless hexagrams and runes evolving wildly on it, attempting to uncover Xuan Qing's true origins.

In fact, ever since Tartarus was severely injured by that domineering and unparalleled Judgment Lightning Spear during the Battle of the Abyss, she already had an almost certain answer in her heart.

That power of "order" that transcends all laws, that domineering attitude that defines its own way as the "only truth," all point to that name that all the chaotic demons fear.

However, she still clung to a sliver of hope.

What if this is just another being among the Taiwei Gods who happens to have cultivated a similar Great Dao?
What if this is not the Holy Emperor himself descending, but merely a weak projection?
If that's the case, then it might be worth a try.

Devouring the Dao Fruit of a Taiwei Supreme would be an immeasurable benefit to the Dao planning of these "losers".

Just as the [Wisdom Demon God] was pondering the pros and cons, streams of divine thoughts filled with fighting spirit and unwillingness pierced through the void and descended into her divine space.

"Fellow Daoist, you took a step back in the primordial world, must you take another step back in this alien universe?"

A demonic will composed of countless grotesque phantoms of weapons posed a question.

Immediately afterwards, even more demonic wills came rushing in.

These are all warlike demon gods who live in strange spaces.

They not only intend to respond to the call of the Witch Clan, but also to launch a war against the heavens in the Primordial True Realm.

They had an even more insane plan: to ambush and kill the being suspected to be the Holy Emperor in this very place, in this Olympus mythology universe they had cultivated for countless years.

"He may not be the Holy Heavenly Emperor!" The [Wisdom Demon God] said with an uncertain tone, voicing his last bit of hope.

A rag doll, tethered by countless threads and filled with eeriness and malice, emitted a shrill laugh.

"Hehehe, so radiant, so majestic, so righteous, if not the Holy Heavenly Emperor, could he be the reincarnation of Rahu?"

The words of the "Puppet Demon God" were full of sarcasm, directly piercing through the thin veil of pretense.

In the shadow of the rag doll, a black cloak swayed slightly, emitting a remarkably lifelike imitation sound.

"If he really is the reincarnation of Rahu, he doesn't seem any easier to deal with than the Holy Heavenly Emperor, does he?"

The "finishing blow" from the Shadow Demon God caused the will of all the demon gods present to falter.

Several disgruntled divine thoughts swept towards the shadow, as if to say: You talk too much, kid!
The demons' will was stirred once again.

"No matter who he is, this is our home ground, the foundation upon which we have built countless eras!"

"If we can capture him here and devour his Dao Fruit, the Great Dao will be within reach, and eternity will be in sight!"

The war-loving demons all looked at the [Wise Demon] with eager and expectant eyes.

“Fellow Daoist, you wield wisdom and serve as our strategist. We have been planning for so long, are we to let all our efforts go to waste just because of the arrival of one of the Taiwei Gods?”

"Is this fair to those fellow Daoists who perished in the War of Creation? Is this fair to our own restless Dao hearts?"

These questions were filled with tragedy and inflammatory sentiment.

Of course, I deserve it, I deserve it very much.

The Wisdom Demon God's beautiful eyes, like stars, flickered slightly, silently conveying the most truthful answer in her heart.

There are only two ways to run away: zero times or countless times.

Since experiencing that devastating calamity of ferocious beasts and being forced to flee to the heavens, she has come to a complete understanding of one thing.

When fighting against the gods of Taiwei, one must not be concerned with the gains or losses of a single city, a single territory, or a single realm.

Face is not important; one's Dao heart can be rebuilt. As long as one is not completely suppressed and sealed, there will always be an opportunity to make a comeback and start anew.

Living is the most important thing.

However, she certainly wouldn't say these words to these hot-headed "comrades-in-arms".

The stunningly beautiful goddess fell silent for a moment, as if she were going through an internal struggle, a battle between heaven and man.

Finally, she slowly raised her head, her eyes becoming incredibly firm, as if she had made some kind of momentous decision.

"Since you fellow Daoists are determined to fight, then let's give it a try!"

Upon hearing this, the pro-war demons present were all overjoyed and their fighting spirit soared.

"Excellent! With Fellow Daoist Zhizhi in command, victory in this battle is assured!"

The Wise Demon God gently raised his hand, suppressing the agitated emotions of the demon gods.

"However, we must distinguish between primary and secondary issues."

"Your focus should still be on the war against the heavens in the Primordial True Realm."

"To be honest, I've calculated that with the cooperation of the [Contract Demon God] and Xing Tian and the others, the probability of successfully overthrowing the current Demon Emperor is quite high."

"And this mythological universe is fraught with danger and unpredictability, with a great deal of variables."

"You just need to activate all the backup plans you have left behind, send them into battle, and deplete the opponent's strength."

"As for the rest, leave them to me."

Upon hearing this, the demons and gods also agreed that it made sense.

The safest approach is to focus the main force on the more advantageous Primordial Battlefield, while simultaneously launching countermeasures on the Olympus side to contain and probe the enemy.

"I'll stay; let them go back."

The eerie rag doll suddenly spoke.

"My path is unique; I excel at manipulating threads behind the scenes."

The voice of the "Puppet Demon God" carried a hint of excitement.

"With my assistance, Fellow Daoist Zhizhi, in manipulating the 'contingency plans' you have left behind, we will surely be able to unleash their full potential!"

"it is good!"

The Wise Demon God can be with all the other demon gods without any problem.

The Great Dao of the Puppet Demon God is indeed unique, and it is most appropriate for him to stay and control those "chess pieces".

Therefore, after reaching a consensus.

The will to fight among the pro-war faction began to slowly fade.

But before they retreated, they all activated the "True Seeds of the Great Dao" that they had buried deep within the universe.

In an instant, the battlefield at the foot of Mount Olympus underwent a dramatic change.

The Titans, who were engaged in fierce battle with the Olympian gods, suddenly shuddered.

Deep within their eyes, each of them shone a demonic mark filled with chaos and ancient aura.

Their divinity, their power, their will—at this moment, they were completely activated, awakened, and even taken over!
"I am the God-King, who dares to control me!"

The Old God-King roared, sensing a terrifying will descending upon him.

"I know, I know. I'll help you fight, and your body will be returned to you."

"Relax, I'm coming in!"

A gentle voice rang in the God-King's ears.

The black flames of the Destroyer God ignited on the body of the sun god Hyperion.

Behind the creator god Iapetus, the phantom of the [Creator God] appeared.

Their power surged several times in an instant, and their aura became incredibly evil and insane.

They are no longer Titans.

They are the "vessels" of the Chaos God, and the "true seeds of the Great Dao" walking in the world!
Even the neutral Titans could not escape this calamity.

They all awakened the power from the demon god!

"Is this my power?" The God of the Ocean gave a bitter smile. He had already fled far away, but now he was forced to return.

"Don't hurt him!" [Mnemonic Goddess] pleaded with the will awakening within her body.

"Don't worry, you are me, and I am you. I will go easy on you," the [Memory Demon] replied.

One by one, demons awakened, and terrifying power enveloped Mount Olympus.

"not enough."

The Wise Demon God calmly observed the changes on the battlefield and spoke.

"Let's awaken the other five sleeping fellow Daoists as well."

The "fellow Daoists" she spoke of were naturally the five primordial gods of this universe.

Tartarus, God of the Abyss; Eros, God of Love; Gaia, Mother Goddess of the Earth; Erebus, God of Darkness; Nyx, Goddess of Night.

To use a more accurate term, they are all chaotic demons waiting to be fully revived.

They were the losers who suffered heavy losses in that great war and chose to become the "foundation stone" of a universe in order to prolong their lives.

The Puppet Demon God let out a joyful laugh.

"With great pleasure."

With a gentle flick of his pale, enormous hands that had been manipulating the silk threads, he created a new one.

Five almost invisible threads of cause and effect, yet imbued with supreme will, instantly pierced through layers of space and time, precisely connecting to the origins of the five primordial gods.

At the bottom of the abyss, in that self-sealed "absolute singularity," Tartarus let out a furious roar of defiance.

"No! I don't want to face that monster again!"

However, his will was completely powerless to resist under the control of the [Puppet Demon God].

His dark origins were forcibly activated, transforming into a soaring demonic aura that descended upon the battlefield once more.

On the other side, Eros, who had escaped into the sea of ​​desires and passions, also let out a terrified scream.

Her intangible and formless power of love and desire was forcibly condensed into a bewitching demon god wielding a bow and arrow, forced to appear on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Earth of the Olympus universe began to tremble violently.

An ancient goddess, radiating maternal warmth yet burdened with endless resentment, slowly rose from the depths of the earth.

The Earth Mother, Gaia, has awakened.

Then, the eternal darkness and endless night transformed into two indistinct demonic figures, which descended upon the world.

In an instant, the entire battlefield situation was reversed.

Twelve Titans possessed by the will of a demon god.

Five primordial demons forced to awaken.

A total of seventeen ancient beings from the Chaos Era surrounded the small Mount Olympus, making it impossible for anyone to pass through.

Their gazes, filled with greed, resentment, and madness, were fixed on the mountaintop.

The figure of the white-clad "God" who remained seated motionless throughout.

"Today, even God will face calamity!"

Xuan Qing gazed calmly at the awakened demon gods, and following the puppet threads on their bodies, he saw the [Puppet Demon God] and the [Wisdom Demon God] from beyond the heavens.

"What a grand display!"

Xuanqing smiled.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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