Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 494 The Fall of Kronos
There was no deafening war drumbeat, for the footsteps of the Titans were the loudest war drums in the world.

Every step they took further destroyed and tore apart the ruins of Athens.

The heavy footsteps caused the gold leaf peeling off the temple pillars to leap several meters high, like stones launched into the sky by a catapult.

These enormous figures clashed violently, each collision sending up a waterfall of crimson blood mist.

Strange, chaotic clouds rose from the mountain peak where the Acropolis stands, and scorching chaotic energy poured down, easily burning through the marble floor of the Parthenon ruins.

In the port of Piraeus, just 9 kilometers from Athens, the bronze statue of Poseidon is being swallowed by crimson lava, and schools of fish float to the surface of the steaming sea with their pale bellies exposed.

The setting sun pierced through the volcanic ash, casting purple spots across the Delphi Valley and illuminating the giants on the earth who shared the same blood.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Why is this happening? Why is this happening?!"

In this chaotic world, two giants collided with a deafening roar. On Cronus's bronze skin flowed turbulent elemental currents, like a chaotic vortex—a gift from Zeus. These elements, beginning to swirl uncontrollably, began to erode his imagined 'invulnerable' divine body far faster and more ferociously than in their orderly state.

"Get out of my way—" Kronos swung his obsidian scythe once more.

The force of this attack was so fierce that it felt like it could tear apart dimensions in the next second.

However, this swift sweeping attack seemed utterly inadequate in the face of the divine power opposite, a power that seemed capable of corrupting everything.

"Duo!"

A voice that sounds dull and lifeless.

The blow, powerful enough to split mountains and cleave rocks, struck the withered giant arm that originally belonged to the Hundred-Armed Giant, leaving only a gap several meters long.

"It's happening again..."

Cronus no longer knew how to face his eldest son; no, he wasn't even sure if this boy was his own.

As always, lightning continued to entwine Zeus's entire body.

This 'Zeus' is not that Zeus!

'Zeus' is too tall.

With a terrifying height of at least two hundred stories, it easily surpasses most Titans.

Especially when he saw the head and arms of 'Zeus' that looked like demons from hell, the nightmare that led to Cronus' defeat returned—he never imagined that one day, Zeus, who had defeated him, and the Hundred-Handed Giant would actually merge together.

This is a 'miracle' created by the power of chaos!
When they escaped from Tartarus, taking advantage of the Hundred-Handed Giants' unpreparedness, Cronus, along with his Titan minions, ambushed the two remaining Hundred-Handed Giants in Tartarus's hell. The Titans indeed killed them both. They broke and tore off every one of the Hundred-Handed Giants' limbs, even twisting off each of their heads and crushing most of them.

The Titans forgot that it was already hell, and beings who had spent a long time in hell found it difficult to distinguish between life and death.

When Zeus recklessly drew upon the chaotic energy accumulated throughout the world, fusing with the remains of this hundred-armed giant was not a problem.

To put it bluntly, Zeus is doing what Odin did back then.

Even if we trace it back to when Gaia, the Earth Mother, gave birth to the three hundred-armed giant brothers, it's essentially the same principle—Gaia lost control of the power of order, which led to the birth of three chaotic monsters, the Titans.

The Hundred-Handed Giant and Cronus were both born to Gaia, so to Zeus, the three of them were essentially his uncles.

This significantly reduces the difficulty of integration.

When Zeus's divine power fell to the level of a god-king, he abandoned his position on the side of order and embraced chaos, thus giving birth to a 'resurrected' hundred-handed giant. No, it would be more accurate to call him a thousand-handed giant.

While Zeus recalled the severed limbs of the Hundred-Handed Giant, his divine power also attracted the corpses of many heroic spirits in Tartarus.

The result was an ultimate monster based on the Titans, with hundreds of heads and thousands of arms glued to its chest and abdomen.

Where the largest head of the Hundred-Handed Giant once stood, only half of its neck remains (the original head was completely smashed by Cronus). Right in the center of that half of the neck, Zeus's small divine body is planted on that dried-up cross-section.

The navel and forearms of both hands were embedded in the wound on the neck of the original Hundred-Armed Giant, directly controlling this massive body.

By using this twisted, chaotic body, Zeus finally had a body that could physically contend with his father.

That's not all. Zeus, who had transformed into a Titan, was also covered in liquid lightning. When Zeus roared at the top of his lungs, the hundreds of heads of all sizes on his huge body opened their mouths at the same time and let out a terrifying roar that was enough to shake the soul.

"Cronus! You idiot—you forced me to this! I'll kill you! I'll tear you to pieces! Aaaaaah—"

Zeus was in a frenzy. He swung his massive Titan arms, which were crackling with lightning, and thrust them into Cronus’s already wounded chest, tearing it apart with all his might.

By this time, Cronus's arms had already been broken. He wanted to resist, but was held down by the other, rapidly growing chaotic arms of the Thousand-Armed Giant.

On Zeus's chest, many arms began to grow thicker and longer, transforming into chaotic hands more terrifying than vengeful ghosts. They tore open the wound on Cronus's chest further, breaking off the obstructing ribs, and tearing away his flesh like countless claws.

"Ahhh! Let me go! Zeus, you monster! Let me go—" Cronus struggled and screamed.

However, his wife, along with other Titans, was also attacked by Chaos Poseidon, Chaos Hades, and other beings, leaving her no time to spare.

In this classic duel between two god-kings, Cronus met his end.

The very essence of life burst forth from his flesh and blood, torn apart by the Thunder Giant.

This is the power of the god of agriculture.

Just as when Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, was searching for her daughter who had been abducted by Hades, the earth was barren and nothing grew.

When the power of Saturn dissipated, it should have been a fatal blow to everything in the Greek world.

Back then, Zeus dared not kill his father, and he was also afraid that if Cronus died, the earth would become a desolate wasteland.

Things are different now.

Demeter had been in charge of agriculture for many years.

In other words, as long as Cronus lived, Demeter could not regain all of her divine authority.

As Zeus tore at the object, a great deal of divinity flew out of Cronus's Titan body, turning into millions of tiny specks of light that disappeared into the body of Demeter, who was not involved in the battle.

It was as if the tearing and destruction of Cronus's body was endless, finally ending after a long and bloody execution.

Zeus raised his father's head high, his eyes wide open in death.

"I am the true ruler of the Greek world! Who dares to challenge me?!"

(End of this chapter)