Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 463 Invading the Underworld
Destruction and collapse are everywhere!

The temples built by the Olympian gods for themselves, commissioned by demigods and mortal craftsmen, and intended solely for their own praise, were easily trampled down by the Titans like children's building blocks.

Zeus was heartbroken!
Even if Zeus killed his own father after this battle, he could never regain the prestige he had lost. He couldn't even imagine how those slave gods would view him, the king of the gods.

Is a god-emperor who can't even protect his own temple still a god-emperor?
Unfortunately, Zeus didn't have time to think about how to regain his divine power at that moment; his immediate priority was to beat his mad father to a pulp.

The problem is that, over the long years, Kronos's tolerance for thunder has increased dramatically.

It's not that the lightning is ineffective, but rather that it can no longer make him scream and cower in fear like it used to.

Cronus may be injured and feel pain, but he will never stop attacking.

Unfortunately, that damned 'sky' collapsed, leaving Zeus with no room to maneuver.

In this situation, how could Zeus possibly have time to worry about the Aesir gods who were watching him from afar? He truly had no other options.

If Zeus was in such a state, Poseidon and Hades, who rushed to the rescue, were no better off.

Why did the War of the Titans last for so many years?
It's not that the two sides are evenly matched, and neither can do anything to the other.
Even if Zeus hadn't summoned three hundred-armed giants and three cyclops to aid him in that battle, Zeus's forces wouldn't have won.

The problem is that the three hundred-armed giants are already dead.

One was dragged away by Jormungandr, and two others were beaten to death by the twelve Titans in Tartarus.

This inevitably led to chaos on Mount Olympus.

However, Thor, with over three hundred deities, stood guard outside the portal near Mount Olympus, deliberately preventing their presence from seeping into the Greek world. This gave the Olympian gods the illusion that they only needed to deal with the Titans in front of them.

Zeus knew perfectly well that Thor and his men were nearby, but he stubbornly clung to the illusion that he could still save his temple and deliberately ignored them.

This reaction is utterly ridiculous.

If I had to describe it, it would be like Zeus, that ostrich, not only buried his head in the sand, but also injected anesthesia into his lower body. This way, even if his enemies kicked his buttocks raw, he wouldn't feel a thing.

On the other side, Thor, who usually gave onlookers the impression of being a reckless brute, was surprisingly calm this time.

"Gentlemen, let's avoid taking action if we can. As long as we can hold back these guys on Mount Olympus, we'll be the ones who have done the greatest work this time!" Thor's words immediately calmed down the new gods who were already a bit restless.

It's a bit of a shame that we couldn't storm into the enemy's divine realm and wreak havoc and loot.

As everyone knows, once Cronus and Zeus, father and son, finish their battle, the situation will change dramatically.

No one knew what would happen next: Would Zeus win? Would Cronus defeat Zeus and reclaim the throne? Or would both sides suffer heavy losses? Or would they suddenly reconcile and unite against a common enemy?
The outcome of the war will largely determine the course of this deadly battle between the two great gods.

Regardless, as long as they successfully hold the enemy back, Hela, Enki, and Gilgamesh will be able to achieve great things.

In fact, Thor made the right bet.

In the Greek underworld, an unprecedented upheaval occurred.

"what happens?"

The ghostly blue phosphorescence floating on the surface of the River Styx reflected countless distorted faces. On the banks of this terrifying river, where the touch of a soul would corrode it with black water, Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, extended his skeletal hand from beneath his tattered cloak, raised his petasos (a wide-brimmed felt hat favored by the Greeks), and gazed toward the entrance to the underworld.

"Didn't they say all those annoying foreigners were sent to Tartarus? But with that dog around, everything's fine." The situation was beyond Charon's expectations.

The saliva of Cerberus, the three-headed dog, dripped onto the red rocks at the entrance to the underworld, scorching out wisps of poisonous mist, which looked truly terrifying.

That only applies to ordinary souls.

When it saw that the attackers were actually three powerful Outer Gods with the attribute of death, its howl instantly changed from a warning bark to a shrill wail.

This wail shook the entire underworld.

"Who?" Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, was startled and instinctively stood up from her throne.

The biting cold still lingered over the River Cocytus, while the golden ears of grain in the Elysium on the opposite bank swayed in the illusory light. Everything seemed normal, but only the Queen of the Underworld knew that the Underworld, which she and Hades had built up over a long period of time, had been invaded by foreign enemies.

"It's actually Hades, the god of the underworld from the Aesir? Where did Hades go?" The Queen of the Underworld pursed her lips, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her scepter tightly.

caveat?

This thing is completely pointless!
In a single glance, Cerberus's broken fangs were embedded in the ruins of the bronze gates of Hades, and only half of the neck bones of the three heads remained hanging on the edge of the gate.

A chilling wind, carrying frosty particles, blew in the ghostly winds of another world!
From the forcibly torn spatial rift, tens of thousands of Helheim guards, along with the three Aesir goddesses of death, surged into this already somewhat crowded world.

It wasn't that no Greek underworld guards bravely charged forward; they were simply overturned in a single encounter by the much stronger Helheim guards.

It's not their fault.

Hela's minions were all products of the gods that Downs fought when he conquered multiple worlds.

They were at least servants of those gods, and some of Hela's personal guards were even former subordinate gods of opposing pantheons. Their souls were firmly bound to Helheim, and they were compelled to be driven by Hela.

This is still the power Hela uses for offense.

If this were on Helheim's own soil, the attacking side would be greeted with enthusiasm by over a hundred god-level undead!

Even if Hela only uses part of her wealth, it is still something that the Greek underworld, without Hades, Thanatos, Hypnos, and even the three judges, cannot withstand.

The cries of agony and shouts of battle rose and fell, but they quickly faded away because the battle ended too soon.

The underworld is not a place for the World Serpent Jormungandr, and Hela's mount has become Garm the Cerberus.

Its enormous claws trod slowly forward, stepping over the fragments of bone, with even the gaps between each claw containing small pieces of wailing Greek spirits.

Without Hela issuing a command, the Shadow Legion, acting as the vanguard, transformed into black mist and pounced on the panicked Greek souls. Wielding underworld chains inscribed with Runas runes, they bound these souls who had not yet crossed the River Styx and were lingering on its banks, dragging them into spatial rifts and swiftly transporting them back to Helheim in a massive train of the underworld.

Charon, the ferryman of the River Styx, was originally quite a figure.

Unfortunately, he was no match for the three goddesses of Helheim.

Before being destroyed, he uttered the most vicious curse: "You cannot pass through the Wailing Wall!"

(End of this chapter)