Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Chapter 113 Prometheus: Zeus, come behind me

Zeus had never seen such a treacherous and cunning god.

Sleeve once thought that once she was born, she would be able to control everything, but she was tricked by Hades, who was still in Cronus's belly.

Ironically, they were constantly on guard against the prophet Prometheus, which led to such a tragic end.

The main thing is that I didn't expect Hades to be so cunning and shameless.

This misjudgment resulted in Sleeve being devoured by Cronus, while Hades was released and gained Cronus's trust.

Now that they've finally escaped, they've run into Hades again.

And the other party had no intention of fighting Him at all, and instead let out a loud shout.

Hades' voice boomed like thunder throughout the temple. Zeus, enraged, glared and raised his hand to unleash the Law of Division, slamming it down on the black figure.

Hades easily dodged it, and then, under Zeus's angry gaze, slowly revealed a smile.

Zeus had a very ominous premonition.

Sure enough, the shout that He couldn't stop instantly jolted Cronus awake, who was already drowsy and about to wake up.

When Cronus opened his eyes, his first feeling was emptiness.

Extreme emptiness.

The once inexhaustible power within him has now been reduced by nearly half! All the laws he had previously mastered have also vanished!

For a fleeting moment, Cronus even wondered if he was dreaming.

But the next moment, He understood everything and flew into a rage.

"How dare you betray me!"

The God-King's roar exploded like thunder, shaking every corner of the universe. In an instant, countless mortals were burned to ashes by the God-King's wrath, turning into nothingness.

Beneath that boundless anger lay a deep sense of panic.

Cronus charged toward Zeus without regard for anything else, determined to swallow this damned cursed son back into his body!

Zeus immediately realized the crisis and stopped wasting time with Hades, rushing out with all his might.

They dared not stop to fight against Kronos. Even with the powerful Law of Division, facing the God-King at this moment, there was absolutely no other possibility but to be devoured.

Upon seeing Cronus awaken, Poseidon and the other gods also changed their expressions drastically, and immediately scattered like birds and beasts, beginning a frantic escape.

Upon discovering that Cronus was chasing after Shen, the other gods breathed a sigh of relief, but were also filled with various doubts and uncertainties, and even some confusion.

Because they had no idea where to escape to.

Under Cronus's ravages, the world was in ruins, and the entire universe was under Cronus's control. No matter where they hid, they would only be found by Cronus one by one.

"Let's go to the underworld!"

Hester made a quick decision.

As the only god among the gods who had lived on earth for hundreds of years instead of being devoured at birth, Hestia clearly understood that only the Underworld could protect them in the entire universe.

After all, during all those years of being devoured, Hestia's biggest regret was escaping from the underworld.

If she hadn't escaped from the underworld, she wouldn't have been devoured by Cronus.

Now, she wants to make up for her past mistakes!

The other gods, already bewildered, immediately followed Hestia in her direction when they heard she had a plan. They even silently prayed that Zeus could hold on a little longer.

So much so that no one noticed Hades, who hadn't even moved an inch.

Hades only shouted once, without even raising a hand, yet he managed to push the situation to this point.

Zeus probably never imagined that Hades' purpose in stopping him was to save the life of a sea goddess that no one cared about.

Judging by the time, Philyra should have already safely arrived in the Underworld, and Hades leisurely left the sacred mountain, truly keeping his merits hidden.

Cronus hadn't been this enraged in a long time.

His eyes burned with golden fury, the earth beneath his feet cracked, the sky wailed, and the stars trembled in his roar.

With his speed catalyzed to its limit, Kronos's body transformed into a streak of light, chasing straight towards the figure ahead.

Zeus is fleeing in a frantic manner.

He pushed the law of division to its limit, and Xiu's body almost transformed into a silver lightning bolt, cutting through the air, cutting through space, and cutting through all obstacles in his way.

Two beams of light shot out from the summit of the sacred mountain, one after the other, streaking across the entire sky.

At that moment, all the gods raised their heads and looked over.

They also wanted to know whether this so-called cursed son could escape from Cronus's pursuit.

Zeus, who had become the focus of everyone's attention, was now experiencing a pounding heart and burning lungs, his weak body, which had just emerged from his father's womb, emitting mournful cries.

Its power has not yet recovered, and even the operation of its laws is sluggish.

No matter how fast he increased his speed, the terrifying aura behind him was getting closer and closer. He could already smell the terrifying destructive power in the air, the scent that belonged only to his father.

Underworld.

They must flee to the underworld.

Zeus had only one thought in his mind.

But how could Cronus not know what was on his mind?

"You want to go to the underworld?" A sinister laugh came from behind, the voice not loud, yet it pierced through the howling storm and went straight into Zeus's ears: "You think I'd give you that chance?"

Before he finished speaking, the golden light suddenly surged.

Cronus' speed increased to its limit in an instant, and the Law of Harvest transformed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky, grabbing fiercely from behind Zeus.

Zeus dodged to the side, and the giant hand grazed past Xiu's shoulder, flattening a mountain range behind Xiu.

Zeus gritted his teeth and continued charging forward.

The gates to the underworld have appeared at the edge of our vision.

The dark River Styx meandered in the distance, its surface reflecting a light that did not belong to this world.

As long as you cross the River Styx and step into the underworld, Xiu can live.

He even saw that the figures standing on the banks of the River Styx were none other than Poseidon and the others; they had arrived before him.

Hestia stood at the front, reaching out her hand, her lips moving as if she were calling out something.

But it was too far away for Zeus to hear.

Just as Zeus was about to reach the realm of the underworld, before the ecstasy in his eyes could even surface, a tremendous force slammed into his back.

That was a solid blow from the Great God-King.

Zeus felt as if his body had been struck by the weight of the entire world, all the air was squeezed out of his chest, and his vision turned into a blurry white for a moment.

He fell like a meteorite, crashing onto the black earth in front of the River Styx, creating a crater hundreds of feet deep.

Soil and gravel exploded beneath him, and his consciousness was momentarily cut off.

When Xiu barely opened her eyes, Cronus was already standing at the edge of the pit.

The god-king looked down at Him, his eyes filled with contempt and the pity of a victor for his prey.

"Is this your limit?"

Cronus's voice was deep and pleasant: "Where can you run to? The entire universe is mine. You think the underworld is a safe haven? You think that mere prophet can protect you?"

He slowly raised his hand, and divine power condensed in his palm into a constantly rotating vortex.

Zeus tried to resist, but he was too weak. His body, which had just been spat out, had not recovered even 30% of its strength. He was no match for the god-king who had ruled the world for countless years.

Zeus was unwilling to accept this.

He had clearly escaped, clearly seen the boundary of the River Styx, and Hestia was clearly calling out from the other side of the river.

But did he really collapse here?

Is it really over just like that?

Cronus's vortex grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the sinister grin on his face.

"It's over, Child of the Curse."

Zeus gritted his teeth, squeezed out the last bit of divine power in his body, and did his best to block the attack, but his aura instantly weakened, and he tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Cronus saw that He was at his last gasp and sneered disdainfully. He raised his hand to grab the damned cursed child and devour him once more.

He swore that he would never give that damned cursed child another chance.

But just as His hand was about to touch Zeus, a sigh rang out.

Cronus's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He looked up sharply and saw that on the opposite bank of the River Styx, the water had silently parted at some point.

A neat crack appeared in the river's surface, and the water receded to both sides, revealing the black stones at the bottom of the river and a faint, shimmering light.

On the road in the water, a white figure was slowly walking towards them.

As he stepped across the bottom of the River Styx, two walls of water rose up beside him, yet not even the hem of his robe got wet.

Cronus's expression changed, and he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Prometheus."

Prometheus did not stop. Under Cronus's increasingly wary gaze, he walked all the way to the place where Zeus had fallen.

Standing at the edge of the pit, He looked down at the wounded and muddy youth at the bottom of the pit, then raised His head and calmly looked at Cronus.

His eyes held no hostility, nor any fear.

"Your Majesty the King of Gods," Prometheus said calmly, as if stating an indisputable fact, "you have been pursuing Him for a long time."

"But since He has already reached the underworld, you have lost."

Kronos's pupils contracted sharply, his aura solidified, and a terrifying presence instantly spread out, carrying an extremely strong sense of oppression.

But Prometheus showed no fear. He simply stood there and calmly said, "Zeus, stand up and come behind me."

Zeus was slightly taken aback, a hint of wild joy flashing in his eyes. He struggled to his feet, looking warily at Cronus as he staggered backward.

At that moment, the white figure became his salvation, and Shen Si was filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Cronus, his eyes fixed on the scene, clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides, but under Prometheus's indifferent gaze, he dared not make a move.

Because He was not in a good state either, He didn't dare to fight Prometheus, who was completely unaware of His true nature.

As if seeing through Cronus's outward strength but inner weakness, Prometheus chuckled softly, saying with a sigh, "Cronus, cherish your last days as the king of the gods, after all—you don't have many days left."

"The next time we meet will be the final showdown."