Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Chapter 112 The Devoured Gods See the Light of Day Again

Underworld.

Gaia, watching the white-robed youth meditating in the palace, paced anxiously, whispering to Styx beside her, "Could Philura, such a delicate goddess, really do something so dangerous?"

Styx fell silent.

Both being Oceanids, Styx and Ferrura were worlds apart.

Styx is one of the most powerful of all the Oceanids, while Ferrura—she doesn't even have any laws, she's pitifully weak, and her only redeeming qualities are her beauty and gentleness.

This is probably why Ferrura is still able to get close to Cronus.

Even someone as powerful as Styx didn't even have the right to be taken seriously by the King of Gods, Cronus. And for someone as weak as Philyra, to think of confronting the King of Gods head-on was just wishful thinking.

But if it's just about tricking the God-King into drinking, that should be enough, right?

Styx thought so, and so he said it, but Gaia sighed deeply and said, "I know she should be able to coax Cronus into drinking the mead, but the problem is—"

"No one is there to help her. If Cronus drinks the wine and successfully vomits out those Law Gods, He will definitely wake up. How can Ferrura, who is so weak, escape?"

Styx was taken aback by what he heard and fell silent as well.

Gaia is right. Even if Cronus drinks the mead, he will eventually come to his senses. With his strength, he probably won't be slow in coming to his senses.

When that time comes, with no one to help her, Ferrura will face a furious god-king. What will her fate be?

This is not hard to guess.

Gaia had assumed that Prometheus would leave the Underworld to meet Philura, but Prometheus seemed to have no such intention at the moment.

"His Highness Prometheus must have his own considerations," Styx could only say in the end. "He wouldn't just stand by and watch Philyra be torn apart by Cronus."

"No, I have to go ask." The kind Mother Earth was still worried, but when she came to the young man and told him her thoughts...

The young man in white simply smiled slightly.

"Mother Earth, rest assured, Philura will be alright. I have already made all the arrangements."

Upon hearing this, not only Gaia was surprised, but Metis, who had been by Prometheus's side, also widened his eyes.

The goddess of wisdom couldn't understand how Prometheus had arranged everything.

With Metis's wisdom, he could naturally guess that Cronus was now keeping a close eye on the underworld.

There might be spies among the gods hiding in the underworld, and Prometheus would certainly be on guard once he left the underworld.

Therefore, Prometheus would naturally not go to meet Philyra. Even if he were to go, it would be another god. In fact, sacrificing Philyra would be the optimal solution in this situation.

Although this method is cruel, it is the best way. Ferrura herself has already resolved to die, and she has obviously thought of this as well.

But now Prometheus says that everything was already arranged.

When was this arranged? What was arranged? How come she didn't know?

Weren't they together all this time?

Metis frowned, even wondering if Prometheus still possessed prophetic abilities.

Gaia was in a similar situation; both goddesses were bewildered, but they shared one thing in common—

None of them questioned what Prometheus said.

Simply because that was Prometheus.

If He says it's arranged, then it's definitely arranged.

He said Philyrah would be alright, and Philyrah would certainly be alright.

This blind trust has been tested through countless past events.

Because so far, from the time of Uranus to the time of Cronus, not a single one of Prometheus's pronouncements has failed to come true.

As for the arrangements and setups that he hadn't seen, Metis could only assume it was his own fault.

It's just a mystery how Ferrura managed to escape from such a seemingly certain death situation.

Metis fell into deep thought and found that he could not think of a way to break the deadlock. He couldn't help but feel more and more reverence for Prometheus, and even felt a few indescribable emotions deep in his heart.

The goddess of wisdom admires wisdom most of all.

And what Prometheus was displaying at this moment was the wisdom that captivated her.

Forcibly suppressing his wildly beating heart, Metis blushed and lowered his head, leaving Prometheus utterly bewildered.

However, he didn't think much of it; most of his thoughts were still on the sacred mountain.

Or to be more precise, Hades on the sacred mountain at this moment is His true form.

Cronus was always wary of Hades, and he couldn't allow Hades to witness his intimacy with Philura.

Therefore, at this moment, only Cronus and Philura were in the temple.

Cronus hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. With a beautiful woman in his arms and fine wine by his side, and with Philura's gentle words of comfort, he drank until he was slightly tipsy, intoxicated by the pleasure and indulgence of his senses.

Seeing that the God-King's eyes were gradually becoming hazy and that he was showing a rare, slightly tipsy expression, Philura took a deep breath and fed him the last bit of mead.

Cronus accepted all the mead offered until the last drop slid down his throat.

Cronus lay back on the couch, his eyes closed, his breathing gradually becoming shallow.

The ever-tension body of the god-king finally relaxed, his limbs outstretched, his chest rising and falling slowly.

Philura had followed Him for so many years and had never seen Him so unguarded. But at that moment, a muffled sound came from his throat.

His mouth opened unconsciously, his body arched violently on the couch, and golden gastric juices spilled from the corners of his mouth, splashing onto the jade floor and sizzling white smoke.

The moment Philura saw the King of Gods begin to vomit, she turned and ran.

Barefoot, she trod across the cold stone steps, her skirt billowing in the wind, and without looking back, she rushed into the night outside the temple.

Behind me, the sounds of vomiting came one after another, growing more and more violent.

Cronus lay on the edge of the couch, his fingers unconsciously digging into the jade, leaving deep marks.

He knew nothing; his eyes never opened, and his face was contorted by the violent churning in his stomach, yet he never regained consciousness.

His body was carrying out a command that was not of His own will, returning one by one the children that He had swallowed.

Zeus was the first one to be spat out.

When it was swallowed, it was still in the form of an infant, but now it looks like a young man, though its face is extremely gloomy.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; He probably still doesn't understand how he was swallowed.

Immediately afterwards, Cronus hunched his back again.

Sleeve's mouth opened to an incredible angle, and a dark blue light gushed out from deep within her throat.

The light was salty, damp, and heavy, and the temple floor began to tremble as soon as it landed.

A figure appeared, as tall as Zeus, but even more imposing, with a chest as broad as a cliff.

It is Poseidon, the god of the sea and the earth.

Behind Poseidon, a bountiful and sacred figure slowly appeared.

She is Hera, the goddess of marriage and abundance.

Then Demeter, who was in charge of agriculture and harvests, was spat out.

The moment she appeared, tender green shoots began to sprout from the barren land, as if a long drought had finally been relieved by rain.

Hestia was the last one to be spat out.

A faint, yet resolute, orange light spread out from behind her, like the glow of a cooking fire at dusk.

The five laws vibrated simultaneously.

Dividing, ocean, marriage, harvest, and stove—five forces intertwine and collide above the temple, forming a pillar of light that pierces through heaven and earth.

The sacred mountain trembled, the sky changed color, and the humming of laws resounded throughout the entire world.

All the laws that had been devoured by Cronus were re-exposed, and nearly half of the power and divine strength that had been painstakingly accumulated over countless years was also taken away by the five gods!

Cronus seemed to sense something, his eyelids twitching incessantly, clearly about to awaken.

Poseidon's eyes gleamed with ferocity, and he was about to seize this rare opportunity to attack Cronus, but Zeus acted decisively, shouting, "Go!"

Although Cronus was weaker than ever before and was still unconscious, this was a very rare opportunity.

but----

The gods are in a very bad state right now.

They are like newborns, not yet having mastered their own power, and extremely weak.

Even if they had the upper hand, they could not possibly defeat Cronus, who possessed the power of a god-king.

If they were to fight at this point, the most likely outcome would be that they would all be defeated and then devoured once again.

And this time, they will have no chance to escape.

Poseidon was still somewhat unwilling, and he looked at Cronus, who was about to wake up, with great resentment, but in the end he gritted his teeth and obeyed Zeus's arrangement.

But just as they were preparing to leave—

The temple doors were pushed open from the outside, and a black figure stood outside, his deep eyes calmly watching them.

Upon seeing this person, the gods reacted in various ways, especially Zeus, whose face instantly turned extremely gloomy.

"Hades, you dare to show your face again."

Hades curled the corners of his lips into a rare smile: "Why wouldn't I dare to show myself?"

"You traitor!" Poseidon, known for his fiery temper, shouted directly, "You betrayed us!"

"It should be said that you betrayed the great God-King."

Calculating the time, Hades figured that Philyra should not have escaped from the sacred mountain yet. He spoke calmly, and Poseidon's expression changed drastically with just one sentence.

"Don't waste your breath on Him, He's just stalling for time," the beautiful white-armed Hera whispered. Zeus immediately prepared to take action.

They planned to join forces and quickly defeat Hades, then escape in the chaos. But seeing them poised to attack, Hades merely smiled, held his breath, and then—

He roared, "Your Majesty, the traitors have escaped!"

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