Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 467 A Crushing Defeat (Part 1)
The sacred Mount Olympus of the Greek world was much larger than Mount Olympus on Earth, by more than a circle.

No matter how great the sacred mountain is, it cannot withstand the torment of these Titans that are hundreds of meters high at a time.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After a fierce battle, the magnificent temple, built over many years, was trampled to pieces by the Titans' massive feet, leaving hardly any intact pillars. Sand and stones flew everywhere, and trees on the mountain fell in droves.

On the sacred mountain, not all twelve god-kings were crammed into the highest peak, Mytica. Only Zeus's temple was there; the temples of the other god-kings and deities were scattered across different peaks.

Zeus ordered a retreat, and the Olympian gods scattered like birds and beasts.

When Thor saw different colored lights rushing away from the main peak from different directions of the sacred mountain, followed by a bunch of Titans yelling and chasing after them, a bright smile finally appeared on his face.

“We will split into three groups to intercept the Olympian gods. Remember to avoid direct combat with the Titans, and then spare Zeus and his two brothers. As for the rest, it’s up to you.” Torton paused for a moment, then added, “Remember to spare Hera, the Queen of the Gods, and Ares, the God of War.”

Having been lectured by his father Downs at the core meetings of the Aesir for a long time, Thor also learned about his father's strategy through constant exposure.

These two scourges should be kept alive, to harass Zeus until the very end.

"Oh oh oh—" The Aesir gods excitedly raised their divine weapons high and roared.

Oh dear! Anyone can kick a dog when it's down.
If this can still go wrong, then I might as well die.

Zeus wasn't unaware that the damned Aesir had suddenly broken through the spatial barrier and officially entered the arena; rather, he dared not stop.

For the Olympian gods, this was a damned moment of utter folly, a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

Zeus's father, Cronus, was chasing after him with great excitement, hacking at him. If Zeus stopped, he would be met with a 'love-inducing chicken' from his father's scythe!
To be honest, when it comes to killing chickens, Chronos is the professional!

Who knows if, after castrating his father, he might get so angry that he castrates his eldest son Zeus as well?

Even though Zeus is a man who can be both offensive and defensive, he probably doesn't want to suddenly lose most of his happiness, does he?
In this rout, Zeus dared not linger. With a determined effort, he became the fastest runner.

This was also the most principled Zeus ever was; he actually didn't forget to include Hera, the queen of the gods.

As for other gods, he can't control them.

No, he even ordered his eldest son Hermes to find a way to lure the rest of the Titans away.

With the God-Emperor leading the escape, the remaining Olympian gods had no choice but to use their own unique abilities.

Fortunately or unfortunately, many gods possessed chariots. For example, Poseidon summoned his white horse and golden chariot, which sped away in a flash.

Oh, and the amorous Poseidon even managed to snatch away Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, at the last moment.

Long ago, Poseidon, taking Zeus as his "role model," also fell in love with his sister Demeter. Demeter transformed into a mare and hid among the horses of Ogynecus. However, Poseidon transformed into a stallion and forcibly rode the mare that Demeter had become.

Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, was furious and never forgave him.

In such a chaotic situation, with even the unreliable Zeus leading the charge in fleeing, Demeter truly couldn't refuse the chance to have a powerful deity come to her rescue at a crucial moment. Even though Poseidon started making unruly movements with his claws the moment he embraced her, Demeter, though furious and her face flushed red, ultimately didn't reprimand him.

The two god-kings together were quite conspicuous, but fortunately, Poseidon's chariot saved them from the Titans' onslaught. Not far away, seeing the dire situation, Aphrodite, the goddess of love, knowing her husband Hephaestus was nearby, still cried out, "Ares, save me—"

Yes, at this critical moment when Titan was chasing her, it was clear that the more capable God of War gave her a greater sense of security than her dull and not-so-capable God of Fire husband.

Upon hearing this, Hephaestus's eyes widened in disbelief, then darkened as Ares maneuvered the chariot around with a flourish, snatching his beautiful wife away...

Hephaestus was in despair when Athena arrived with Hercules and Apollo, managing to fight and retreat while taking Hephaestus with her.

With four god-kings banding together, they inevitably became a large target, attracting as many as five Titans to hunt them down.

Unable to shake off their pursuers, they retreated from the north of the mountain, passing through Thessaloniki, the largest port city in northern Greece, where the city was trampled into ruins by the Titans. They then continued to cover each other as they traversed the Thessalian region, which covers more than 10,000 square kilometers, and finally managed to escape successfully.

Judging from the cards, most of the gods on Zeus's side have safely evacuated.

Well, most of them.

The unlucky lone wolf is not included in this list.

Hermes, the messenger of the gods, was absolutely loyal to Zeus.

Zeus tasked him with drawing fire, and he actually did it, even using the divine magic of deception to temporarily impersonate Zeus, thus attracting the pursuit of Titanios and Coeus.

This led him to his doom.

He was already in grave danger, caught between two Titans, and was relying solely on his flying boots to dodge at high speed.

Unfortunately, just as he was focused on breaking through and was about to escape, he ran into Thor.

"Don't try to escape!"

The chaotic Mount Olympus was no longer under the suppression of Zeus's divine power, so much so that it was much easier for Thor to use his lightning power here.

Thor flexed his right hand muscles, and spiderweb-like blue-purple lightning patterns crackled across the sky within a radius of several kilometers around him, while a gale swirled up pebbles and grass clippings from the holy mountain.

Under such overwhelming power, Hermes's excessively thin body seemed like a piece of parchment floating in the air, torn into pieces.

His injured calf, stained with golden blood from being grazed by the Titan, still struggled frantically through the clouds.

Unfortunately, as his famous winged sandals stomped through the air, sparks flew everywhere, and he realized he had fallen into the territory of the enemy Thor.

"No..." As if in response to Hermes' scream, Thor let out a roar like a thunderclap, and Mjolnir, the hammer of Thor, which had already been swung many times faster than a windmill, flew out of his hand.

From an observer's perspective, the raging thunder hammer almost split the entire world in two horizontally. The square-headed hammer appeared to melt into incandescent liquid metal, and in its high-speed flight, it also evaporated three rain clouds.

Hermes looked back and saw the rapidly enlarging hammer shadow reflected in his pupils. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, but he couldn't utter a single syllable—he hadn't even had time to raise the golden staff with wings and two snakes wrapped around it, the "Scepter of Merchants," to shield himself before he was struck.

(End of this chapter)