Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 465 Havoc in the Greek Underworld
"Not good!" Hades, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Hyperion, one of the twelve Titans, finally sensed the moment the Wailing Wall was destroyed.

He was fine when he wasn't distracted, but when he did, he brought his divine thoughts back to the underworld and was so frightened that he was completely terrified.

He boasted that the Wall of Sighs was impregnable and indestructible, but now it had become a Wall of Wailing—countless guardians of Helheim had entered the Elysée Garden through the huge gap that had been melted open, and were relentlessly hunting down the unfortunate souls who were screaming and trying to escape.

It's important to understand that those accepted into the Elysée Garden were all the most devout mortals in their previous lives, and the majority were women. Their souls might not have been strong enough to serve as attendants to the Olympian gods, but their soul purity was absolutely top-tier.

Leaving them in this eternal paradise of the underworld served two purposes. Firstly, it ensured a clear distinction between reward and punishment, with both hell and paradise present, thus reducing the difficulty of ruling over mortals. Secondly, it was precisely because of the yearning for paradise that more mortals worshipped Hades, praying to escape punishment after death and enter paradise.

In a sense, Charon, the ferryman on the River Styx, charging a coin as a fee for crossing the river was also for the same purpose of warning people.

Now that the Élysée Garden has been invaded, Hades really can't stay there any longer.

Hades only lost face when his palace on Mount Olympus was smashed, but the destruction of his own Elysee Garden was a real loss.

"Get out of here, Hyperion!" Hades roared, lifting the dark veil of the underworld to shroud Hyperion, attempting to force back this troublesome Titan with a powerful attack.

It's not that simple!
Before being imprisoned in the underworld, Hyperion was the sun god who soared through the skies. He could also be considered a less formal sun god. He was also the father of the formal sun god Helios, the moon goddess Selene, and the god of dawn Eos.

Even after he was imprisoned and stripped of his divine office, with his liberation, he began to use his divine will to erode the divine office of the eldest son and reclaim some of the power of the sun.

Seeing Hades' divine power inexplicably waning, Hyperion immediately recalled Odin's promise: "If the Aesir invade the Greek world again, you Titans can unite to resist Zeus's tyranny. In return, the Aesir will destroy the foundations of the Olympian gods, thus allowing you to reclaim your divine authority."

It must be admitted that Odin was a big con man who loved to make empty promises.

The Aesir were truly formidable; seeing that the Titans had held Zeus and his allies back, they actually went to uproot the Olympian gods.

Whether the Titans can reclaim their divine authority is not something the Aesir should concern themselves with.

These Titans, blinded by resentment and revenge, would not let their old adversary get away with it.

Hyperion roared with laughter, his thunderous voice echoing across the summit of the sacred mountain: "Want to go back to the Underworld? Don't even think about it—"

Having said that, the colossal giant, whose height was at least a hundred stories high, suddenly swung his fist. His fist, which resembled a mountain peak, was covered with magma at a temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius. He had poured all the divine power he had seized back into his fist.

"You..." Hades was furious.

On the other hand, Hela was prepared for a fierce battle, but when her army stormed into the Elysée Garden, they did not encounter any decent resistance.

Watching those beautiful, charming, and kind souls scatter and flee like frightened chicks, only to be caught by the faster underworld guards after a few steps and chained with soul chains, Hela pursed her lips and muttered to herself, "Hades really won't come back?"

"Sister Hela, don't be careless," Ellie, who was more composed, reminded her.

“Of course, I’ll know when to stop. But, having come all this way to Hades’ lair, it wouldn’t be right not to catch a goddess or something, would it?” Before Hela could finish speaking, Scáthach pointed at her from the side.

Hi! What a coincidence, here we are!

Not far away, a powerful goddess stirred the power of the underworld, transforming it into beams of death that instantly vaporized the fastest-charging Helheim Guardians. It was an 'evaporation' that completely annihilated their souls and even their soul armor.

Ordinary beings in the underworld cannot do this.

"Hey." Scáthach, itching to get her hands on something, was about to step forward.

Ereshkigal stepped forward, a rare occurrence for her: "Scáthach, let me do it this time."

Scáthach's cool face showed an indifferent expression: "Whatever."

She's only interested in powerful close-combat opponents, and now that her opponent is a goddess who seems to be more focused on domestic affairs, she's not very interested.

About five kilometers ahead, in front of a magnificent Greek temple of Aeolus, thousands of Helheim guards were intimidated by a delicate yet majestic figure, and dared not move an inch, standing 'obediently' about a hundred meters away from the temple's main entrance.

It wasn't that they didn't want to rush in; they bared their teeth and claws, even attempting to dig their way in. Rather, it was that an invisible divine power emanated from the level of laws, rejecting their advance with overwhelming divine might.

"Shameless demons from the outside world! This is a sacred place of rest, not a place for your rampage! I am the goddess of rest, Makaria, and I command you to leave the Elysian Paradise immediately—" A strikingly beautiful black-haired goddess stood at the temple entrance. Although she was clearly afraid, and even her eyes showed timidity and hesitation, she still stepped forward. Behind her was a group of [Rampards], these Netherworld Nymphs who carried torches in the Underworld were actually quite powerful.

Unfortunately, her intimidation was destined to be ineffective.

When she saw Ereshkigal, also leading a group of ferocious death-related minions, emerge from the passage cleared by the vast underworld guards, she knew she was doomed.

"This is Ereshkigal, the god of sleep from the Aesir's Helheim underworld." Ereshkigal's introduction of the god sent Makaria's heart sinking into an abyss.

If it were a different enemy, perhaps her reputation could intimidate them.

Because she was the daughter of Hades, the god of the underworld, and Persephone, the queen of the underworld, she was one of the most revered beings in the entire Greek underworld.

Unfortunately, her reputation had no deterrent effect on such a mortal enemy; on the contrary, it was very likely to incite the other party's madness and covetousness.

Makaria fell silent.

“I know you, daughter of Hades! So I will give you two choices—either resist fiercely and be defeated by me, then take me back to Helheim; or you will surrender obediently and come back to Helheim with me.”

Makaria pursed her lips tightly, and after a few seconds, she forced a smile and said, "Is there any difference?"

“Of course.” Ereshkigal flicked a strand of her long golden hair. “I don’t like brutal battles. If we can avoid fighting, I can at least ensure that you won’t be treated as a slave god before Hades surrenders or falls in battle.”

“A slave god? Like Artemis?” Macaria’s mouth tasted increasingly bitter.

“She was lucky. At least after she became pregnant with His Majesty the God-Emperor’s child, she was granted permission to become the hunting goddess of a vast continent, having sworn allegiance to the Aesir.” Ereshkigal spoke casually of something that was quite terrible for Macaria.

A few seconds later, Makaria lowered her head: "I surrender!"

(End of this chapter)