Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 438 The New God King Hercules

The sea of ​​clouds surged at the foot of the Olympian temple, its marble dome reflecting the inextinguishable divine fire. As Zeus's scepter struck the ground, the thunderbolts emblazoned on the surrounding giant pillars simultaneously exploded with blue-white lightning, illuminating the back of the kneeling figure.

Every line of the Nemean lion head relief on Hercules' bronze shoulder armor is filled with lightning.

Zeus's white robe with gold trim fell before his eyes, and lightning-wrapped fingertips suddenly clamped down on his chin.

“Lift your head. My child!”

The roaring sound made Hercules' eardrums ache, and he did as he was told, looking up with pure eyes directly into the eyes of his father.

Zeus's pupils churned with a tempestuous storm, yet a barely perceptible ripple appeared when his gaze fell upon his son's brow. He was unsure if he had acted wrongly. Logically, Dionysus, the god of wine, was far more senior than Hercules. Unfortunately, he needed a powerful henchman.

Of the twelve god-kings, Hercules had the most illustrious record.

Zeus had no choice.

At that very moment, the grapevines of Dionysus suddenly grew wildly behind his throne, the God of War gripped the hilt of the bronze sword at his waist, and the Queen of Goddess Hera's long fingernails dug deeply into the golden apple patterns on her dress.

That's right! For Hera, Hercules' rise to power was more painful than Artemis becoming the king of the gods.

Hera, the queen of the gods, was extremely jealous of Heinrich Hercules' mother, Heinrich. When Hercules was young, Hera sent two poisonous snakes to kill him, but the infant Hercules crushed them to death. Later, under Hera's curse, Hercules went mad and killed his three innocent sons. Afterwards, due to the pain, he could no longer live with his wife, Migra. To atone for his sins, he had to serve Eurystheus, the former king of Mycenae, for more than ten years.

The enmity between her and Hercules was so deep that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was as deep as the sea.

Hercules, with his keen senses, certainly felt Hera's incredibly venomous gaze. However, his gaze towards Zeus remained clear, which brought Zeus some comfort.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, the annihilation of the false god race Asar is the top priority!"

"I will obey your will, Your Majesty the Supreme God-Emperor!" Hercules' eyes were filled with unwavering resolve, without a trace of ulterior motive.

The more he did this, the more unhappy Hera became.

"I grant you permission to become one of the twelve Olympian gods! You will take over the world of Bambara as a source of additional divine power!"

As Zeus finished speaking, Apollo couldn't help but lower his head slightly. That world had previously been Artemis's fiefdom!
The world's authority was transferred in an instant, and when the crown representing the authority of the God-King, forged with thunder, pressed down on his curly hair, Hercules heard his bones crack.

A mysterious and surging divine power poured into his limbs and bones from the top of his head, and divine patterns burned and took shape along the veins of his arm muscles. He suddenly raised his head and roared, and the pain brought by the baptism of divine power blew away the dust accumulated on the beams and pillars of the temple with the sound wave.

There were no tears, no anger, only endless joy and fervent loyalty.

When Zeus released his grip, all the bronze bells in the temples on the holy mountain rang out in unison, and countless angels and attendants began to sing hymns praising Hercules!
The twelve trials Hercules underwent were all written into the hymn.

"He is a great hero in the mortal world!"

"He killed the Nemean Lion!"

"Kill the Hydra (Hydra) of Leonian!"

"Capture Artemis's Ceryne doe!"

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Praising the great achievements of the new god-king is a necessary step in the ascension to god-king status. Even if there are no actual achievements, the priests below will rack their brains to embellish them. Moreover, Hercules's achievements are all readily available; all that's needed is to turn his exploits into a song, make the lyrics rhyme at the end, and it will be nearly perfect.

Little did he know that every achievement he made was like an invisible slap in Hera's face. A slap on the left, a heavy punch on the right, leaving the image of herself in the queen's mind bruised and battered.

Hercules wasn't targeting Hera, but Hera just imagined it all!

She's that kind of goddess; even though she knows she shouldn't be thinking so much with a formidable enemy at hand, she just can't control her paranoia.

If she was like this, one can only imagine how her two sons, Ares and Hephaestus, who were relatively closer to her in their stance, were.

Even though Hephaestus has recently focused on studying steel forging, he was never good at socializing, and now he is even more indifferent to Hercules.

When the ascension ceremony was over, and the various god-kings came forward one by one to congratulate her, Hera really didn't go over. She didn't even say a few polite words. She walked over with a cold and arrogant expression, nodded, and that was considered as her public acknowledgment of Hercules as the god-king.

When it was Apollo's turn, he still said "Congratulations".

Hercules unexpectedly replied, "Sorry! It's all for Olympus!"

He apologized for taking a world that originally belonged to Artemis.

Apollo paused for a moment, then nodded: "All for Olympus!"

Zeus's gaze was fixed on Apollo. He was satisfied with the reactions of Apollo and Hera; at least they hadn't publicly embarrassed him.

Unfortunately, Zeus did not understand human nature, much less the mind of the gods.

There's no way around it; Zeus and his family for three generations were all extremely self-centered and rarely considered the feelings of other gods.

He's a heartless scoundrel. His so-called "raising children" is nothing more than casting a wide net and letting them grow naturally. Whoever becomes successful, he'll give them a hand in the divine realm and elevate them to the status of a main god or god-king.

Ugh!
True despair and hatred are not expressed through shouting, crying, or arguing.

Sometimes, the more silent you are, the more intense the fire in your heart burns.

Meanwhile, in Asgard, Artemis cried out in alarm, "Ah!"

Bystanders could clearly see that the divine light emanating from her body quickly dimmed.

Artemis was overcome with grief and said aggrievedly, "I, my father, have stripped me of my authority as the king of gods."

It wasn't her divine duty of hunting, but rather the power to control the divine power of the subordinate world.

Stripping her of her hunting godhood is no simple matter; it requires communicating with the will of the world to have her stripped of it. But this cannot bypass Zeus's benevolent grandfather Uranus and grandmother Gaia.

Towns certainly knew what was going on.

This was Zeus's impotent rage, a desperate act of cutting apart his beloved daughter.

Honestly, after Artemis had been captured for so long, Zeus only now cut off her divine power supply, which shows he truly cares for her.

If a more ruthless god-emperor were in charge, she should have had her privileges revoked immediately after being captured.

Downs chuckled softly: "What's so special about a mere little world? I hereby declare on behalf of the world of Kinlunga that all the undeveloped forests of the entire South American continent are your hunting grounds, Artemis."

(End of this chapter)