Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 495 Drinking poison to quench thirst
Even with his neck torn off and only his head remaining, Cronus did not immediately perish.

"Zeus! I curse you! I curse you to never sit on your throne! I curse you and your brothers to soon perish! I curse your children to be slaves forever! I curse you..."

Cronus could no longer speak. In a fit of rage, Zeus unleashed countless bolts of lightning of varying thickness from every pore of Cronus's face. Then, under the relentless and frantic transmission of Zeus's thunderous divine power, Cronus's massive Titan remains began to crumble inch by inch.

The body, taller than a mountain, was crushed by the combined forces of the Sky and Chaos, turning into rotten flesh, then into ashes, and completely vanishing from this world.

Only the second-generation Earth Mother Goddess, Rhea, suddenly knelt down, weeping for her son who had murdered her husband.

In the world, the billions of plants that were originally closely related to Cronus began to wither. Demeter, the current goddess of agriculture, quickly took over the divine duty of agriculture, which had been mostly dug up, and managed to prevent the plants from dying on the spot.

It's not much better, really.

The entire cycle of heaven and earth has been disrupted.

Especially when Zeus, the king of the gods, took the lead in embracing the power of chaos, the sky became even more murky. If it weren't for Uranus holding up the sky, and the Titan Hyperion taking over the sun godship and Theia taking over the light godship, the situation would probably be even worse.

"Who—who else dares to challenge my authority?!" Zeus raised his father's head high and roared thunderously at the remaining Titans. His divine voice carried far and wide, echoing throughout the entire Greek world.

Whether king or emperor, the path to the supreme throne has always been filled with bloodshed and cruelty, from ancient times to the present.

In the Greek world, there were three generations of god-kings, each ascending to the throne by stepping over the previous one.

In the past, Zeus imprisoned his father in Tartarus, but at least he didn't kill him; he merely exiled him, which saved face for the gods.

At this very moment, Zeus started the practice of patricide... It's unclear whether he was killed by Downs first, or whether he followed the fine tradition of the Olympian gods having sons overthrow their fathers.

As Zeus demonstrated, all things in the world responded.

The wind stopped, the fire went out, the water calmed, and the ground stabilized.

Hundreds of millions of creatures remained silent, as if they were prostrating themselves at the feet of Zeus, who had once again ascended to the throne of the gods.

Mortals, demigods, gods, and even the remaining eight Titans all chose to kneel before Zeus, lowering their once proud heads.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" Zeus was clearly very happy, and he laughed wildly for a full five minutes before stopping.

Before long, they returned to the summit of Mount Olympus.

The holy mountain is not that holy mountain.

Here, things are no longer the same as they used to be.

Having survived the new round of Titan battles, Mount Holy Mountain is now more than 100 meters shorter than its original average height. The once undulating mountain is now just an oversized hill.

"You lot, restore the Holy Mountain to its original state!" Zeus pointed at the Titans, including his mother Rhea.

recovery?

It's easier said than done!

If you ask the Titans to destroy it, then it's very simple.

It's one thing to ask these tall, rough men to pile up stones, but carving temples would be too much of a challenge for them.

Everyone knows that it would take decades to perfectly replicate the so-called Pantheon.

Moreover, should we replicate the temples of traitors like Athena and Artemis, or not?
Zeus knew it was impossible; at that moment, he just wanted to vent his anger.

"Rhea! You work with Uranus to slow down the movement speed of the Greek world as soon as possible."

Rhea said with a pained expression, "That would consume a lot of the world's elements." "Do as you say!"

"Yes……"

Having said that, the enormous 'thousand-armed giant' beneath Zeus slowly knelt down, and under the watchful eyes of all the gods, the mortal Zeus suddenly leaped out from the giant's severed neck.

He came before Hera, the Queen of Gods.

Hera... didn't know what expression to wear when facing her husband.

It seems that Zeus is still the same Zeus, with no blood connection to that damned giant's corpse and no physical transformation.

If there was any change, it was that Zeus's face turned purple... making him look like a purple sweet potato.

Hera struggled to suppress her discomfort and forced a stiff smile: "Darling, you've worked hard."

The husband before her, with his violent and chaotic aura, felt utterly unfamiliar to her. Of course, she knew this was a sacrifice Zeus made to maintain his divine authority. Zeus, by separating himself from the remains of the Hundred-Handed Giant, seemed to be proving, as he had said before, that 'I can sever myself from the forces of chaos whenever I wish.'

But is it really possible to escape the invasion of chaotic forces so easily?

Hera didn't know.

All she knew was that Zeus's gaze towards her was no longer filled with the boundless tenderness of the past. She recalled how, even when she had caused the deaths of his mistresses, he hadn't dared utter a sound. Now, Zeus gave her a strange, menacing feeling.

Suddenly, Zeus said, "Don't worry, I'd rather die than let that beast Downs touch a single hair on your head!"

"Thank...thank you, I feel much more at ease now." Hera's smile grew increasingly stiff.

It sounds like he'd protect her even at the cost of his life, but it feels like he'd kill her first if he failed, to prevent Towns from defiling her.

Hera shuddered.

She wanted to ask more questions to see if it was just her imagination.

However, Zeus had already joined Poseidon and Hades, who had also 'shed' their giant forms, and the three brothers once again discussed the upcoming great battle.

Hera grabbed Ares, who had just returned, and said, "My child, you will protect your mother, won't you?"

"Protect? I won't protect!" Ares said with overflowing confidence. "If anyone tries to hurt you, I'll just kill them all."

This is also a solution.

But Hera's fear lingered for a long time.

Meanwhile, Zeus and his two brothers rushed to the underworld. In the past, Zeus and ancient gods like Nyx, the goddess of night, would have kept to themselves.

With the day of the decisive battle between the Aesir gods drawing near, Zeus could no longer afford to worry about anything else.

He was like a drowning person who couldn't swim but was about to drown, instinctively grabbing onto anything he could.

At times like this, he doesn't care whether it's a piece of wood that can help him survive, or a floating corpse that might sink with him.

Hera didn't know how to describe Zeus's current behavior; she felt as if Zeus was stringing together a bunch of small boats to build a magnificent warship.

Is it really that easy?
"No! Zeus, you must do it! Otherwise, Athena will never let me go!" Hera trembled, her divine eyes seeming to pierce through space, seeing Athena writhing and submitting beneath the other god-king, then chasing after her with whispered sweet nothings, seeking revenge...

She was just as terrified as she was of persecuting those children of Zeus in the past, and she was just as afraid of reckoning when it came time to settle scores.

(End of this chapter)