Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Why bother? Even if Olympus causes chaos, it has nothing to do with your underworld. Zeus is not worth your life-risking. Where is the key to liberating Elysium?"

Samael's eyes, etched with a scarlet cross, looked down, offering a silent admonition.

"Shut up!"

Hades frowned and snorted coldly, then turned his head to the side and roared angrily.

Cerberus, what are you waiting for!

"Pfft!"

"Tick tock..."

Amid the sounds of tearing fabric and splattering blood, Hades stiffly turned his head, staring intently at the pair of dog heads biting into his shoulder blades.

At the same time, the ferocious beast's head in the center was hanging down from above his head, its tongue spitting out saliva that splattered onto his face.

Cerberus...you!

Hades, who had been suddenly betrayed, was filled with disbelief, and his voice was hoarse.

Enraged, Hades disregarded his physical condition and forcibly unleashed his divine power, temporarily shaking off the spear pressing on his shoulder. He then turned his jet-black sword and thrust it behind him.

"Wang Woo!"

Cerberus was very alert. He immediately grabbed Hades and flung him backward. Hades crashed through countless trees and pavilions along the way, before crashing miserably into a nursery.

Immediately, this traitorous dog, which had turned on its owner, trotted over to Samael with its tongue lolling out, raised its paw in mid-air and gave Samael a high-five, just as they had done together when they plotted against Hydra.

The big dog's tail wagged wildly, showing extreme excitement. Its human-like, fawning smile seemed to be seeking praise, giving off a sleazy vibe.

"Okay, after we finish this job, I'll send you out on the surface to have some fun."

Samael smiled and stroked the three dog heads, which still retained the charm of the "Siberian Husky Trio," in turn, making a satisfied promise.

Cerberus, who was about to go crazy from the unchanging scenery of the Underworld, suddenly beamed with joy, curled his tongue, and approached his teacher, wanting to become someone's lapdog.

However, the ancient snake, with a dark face, gave the dead dog a good beating, which made it obediently lie on the ground whimpering.

At that moment, a rustling sound came from the nursery, and Hades, looking disheveled, barely managed to get up, leaning on his sword.

"I'm giving you this advice one last time. If you're willing to cooperate, the Underworld will still be yours. I can even consider throwing Zeus into the Tartarus pit to ensure his life."

Samael raised his hand and lightly wiped the tip of his gun, his tone becoming more indifferent.

Killing Hades and Zeus would not benefit him much in stirring up a sense of crisis among the Old Gods.

But if the other party doesn't take it seriously, he'll have no choice but to resort to tougher measures.

"As expected, Zeus was right. The Old Gods cannot be trusted, and neither can you humans!"

Hades rose, leaning on his sword, his sinister gaze sweeping over the assembled heroic spirits and gods like Hecate, his tone subdued.

"This thing shouldn't have been used on you, but you forced me to!"

Hades raised his sword, and with a slight exertion, the blade, wreathed in death energy, sliced ​​across his palm, while the pitch-black Hades sword was gripped in reverse and plunged into the ground.

"You want to know the secret of the Pure Land of Bliss? Come, see what it really looks like!"

Instantly, Hades swung his sword hilt and roared. The divine runes engraved on both sides of the blade lit up one by one. The purplish-black light patterns rippled and spread rhythmically across the ground. The spiritual veins buried deep in the abyss immediately became active and boiling. Streams of ethereal light surged out from the magic arrays that formed on the ground and pierced through the heavens and the earth.

not good!

Stop him!

Samael's heart pounded with alarm, his pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately disregarded the peace talks, stretching his body into an exaggerated arc as he decisively threw his cross-shaped spear.

At the same time, Artemis, feeling a strong sense of foreboding, drew her bow and fired three silver arrows in a triangular pattern, their sharp points aimed directly at Hades' arms and longsword.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

However, the deafening clang of metal clashing against metal rang out repeatedly halfway through the attack. Both Artemis's light arrows and Samael's javelins were intercepted by the falling stone axes, stone knives, greatswords, and shields.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Like a roar from hundreds of giant mouths, it created a terrifying sound wave that sent grass clippings flying all around.

In an instant, two giants with a hundred arms and dozens of heads of varying sizes, dragging weapons made from volcanic rock from the Earth's core, strode out from the gushing pillars of ethereal light from the ground, roaring ferociously.

"Forbidden by the gods, unauthorized entry..."

"…die!"

At the same time, muscular Titans, three-headed lions, winged harpies, giant wolves with one horn, and snake women with long tails emerged one by one from the pillar of ethereal light and stood before Hades, their ferocious auras overwhelming him.

Two hundred-armed giants, the defeated Titans from the war between the old and new gods, and Typhon's demonic army!

Having recognized the origins of these monsters and sensing their terrifying power, Samael's pupils contracted sharply.

More importantly, without exception, a silver-white lightning divine mark appeared on their foreheads!

This is a trump card, damn it!

Chapter 242 Shattering the Heavens, Commanding the Stars!

boom!

Like a muffled thunderclap, black and gold intertwined light patterns exploded, forming a dazzling halo. Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the soil seemed to ripple like the surface of water, creating waves, and radiating gullies spread in all directions. Wherever they passed, walls collapsed, houses crumbled, and vegetation was destroyed.

laugh!

Using his superhuman strength, Samael clashed with the hundred-armed giant, carving two deep furrows in the ground beneath his feet. He slid seven or eight meters before finally coming to a stop.

What a strength!

The ancient serpent calmed the churning blood in its chest, cursed under its breath as it looked at the hundred-armed giant standing there, and a cold, eerie smile bloomed on its face.

Click!

In the crisp echo, the arms that had just been wielding weapons and swinging down crossed and twisted, their bones shattered and flesh flew everywhere, and the two arms went limp like noodles.

I stepped back, and it lost an arm; it wasn't a loss.

It's just a pity... this monster has more arms than a centipede has legs!

Roar!

In excruciating pain, the hundred-armed giant roared with its dozens of heads tilted back, its flailing arms violently tearing off two useless arms and roughly stuffing them into its mouth to chew.

"Rebels, give up. You have no chance. Surrender obediently and come with me to Olympus to plead guilty. I will consider pleading for your lives."

Hades, recovering from his injuries behind the army of the Old Gods, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned on his sword, and tried to persuade them with a cold gaze.

When his dark eyes fell upon the three reclining judges of the underworld and Hecate, the goddess of the moon, a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.

At the same time, a ripple-like dark light pattern spread outwards from the longsword in Hades' hand.

The ground beneath their feet melted into transparent glass, forming a chasm that stretched straight into darkness, revealing the true abyss beneath this paradise.

Samael looked down and gasped, his face stiffening as he looked at Hades and spoke with difficulty.

"Now I finally understand where your confidence comes from, allowing the affairs of the underworld to go unchecked and Zeus to sit idly by while the Olympian gods fight amongst themselves..."

There were thousands of wide passageways built of black volcanic rock.

On both sides of the stone wall, at fixed intervals, a dark cave, like an enlarged version of a shrine, has been carved out, with the exit sealed by a light screen woven from divine runes.

Inside, figures, some ferocious, some majestic, some sinister, and some solemn, stood silently, like frozen sculptures, their lightning-shaped marks on their foreheads dim and lifeless.

Among them were defeated Titans, gods and monsters of various forms, fallen and vanished ancient gods, and ferocious and terrifying monsters...

A rough estimate suggests there are at least tens of thousands more!

Clearly, the war between the old and new gods, the war of Typhon, and the disappearance of the old gods after the decline of the Age of Gods were all controlled by the seal of Zeus.

Elysium and Tartarus are actually large military chambers where Zeus corrupted human heroes, Typhon monsters, and Titan Old Gods, transforming them into his servants!

The ancient serpent imagined Mount Ares and the Temple of Poseidon forming an alliance to forcibly imprison the wise god-king. If these contingents were to emerge from the crypts of Tartarus through Elysium, a chill ran down his spine.

No wonder this rebellion in history ended without success. If they hadn't drawn this card in advance, even if Mount Ares and the Temple of Poseidon were combined, they wouldn't have gained much advantage.

It now appears that of the three hundred-handed giants who made a pact with Zeus, two obeyed Hades's orders and were responsible for guarding the vital prison of Tartarus and Elysium. The hundred-handed giant Briareus beside Poseidon was probably not a coincidence, but rather Zeus's deliberate placement of him as a pawn to guard against a potential rebellion by his beloved brother.

If it weren't for this outsider's meddling, which prematurely detonated the hidden danger of the hundred-armed giant Briareus and incidentally uncovered the secrets of Paradise Island, Poseidon might have rebelled eight hundred times and still not succeeded even once.

At this moment, Samael, having gained some insight, looked coldly at Hades and succinctly revealed Zeus's true ally.

"Whether it's the gods of Olympus, the priests of the human kingdoms, or the sea pantheon led by Poseidon, Zeus has never truly trusted them. The only people he truly trusts are probably you, the King of the Underworld, and those puppets corrupted by the divine seal!"

"Zeus led us to victory in the war between the old and new gods, in the Battle of Typhon, and brought order to the world and glory to Olympus. He was the most suitable leader for Greece."

Hades answered calmly, recounting his brother's achievements, his solemn contemplation carrying an air of self-righteousness.

"Heh heh, don't forget, you all share the same blood. The curse of Cronus will eventually come true."

"After dealing with these ancient gods, the only ones who can pose a threat to him are probably you and Poseidon, Your Majesty Hades. I've heard a Greek proverb that says, 'When the donkey has finished pulling the millstone, the hunting dogs have no more prey to chase, and they lose their purpose. Do you think you can escape?"

Samael walked forward with his hands behind his back, mocking Hades and Zeus's alliance, attempting to turn the god of the underworld against him using his expertise in psychological warfare.

However, behind the scenes, the ancient snake's fingers twitched behind its back, subtly conveying a signal.

A small, easily overlooked black lizard, about three inches long, perched on Medea's shoulder, caught sight of the gesture drawn in mid-air. Its vertical pupils opened and closed, its wings spread, and it quietly slipped towards the light barrier behind it.

At this moment, Hades remained unmoved by the mockery of the god of rebellion, instead showing considerable disdain.

"Although the war between the old and new gods and the war of Typhon have ended, a new round of calamities is about to arrive!"

You short-sighted fools, all you know is to hide in dark corners and plot to seize power, indulging in internal strife and infighting. You will spend your whole lives holed up in your caves, never seeing the depth and vastness of the starry sky.

Only the thunder that shatters the heavens can command the stars!

"Hmph, one day you'll all know Zeus was right."

A faint thought flashed through Samael's mind. He wanted to ask a few more questions and seize this sudden perception. However, Hades on the other side had no patience to continue wasting time with these rebellious gods. He brandished his sword and ordered hundreds of old gods and monsters to advance and surround them.

Moreover, under the influence of the Hades Sword's light patterns, the awakened heroic spirits gradually activated the divine seals on their foreheads and began to show hostility towards Samael and the others.

Heaven's Mandate: Suppression!

Seeing this, Samael stomped his foot hard, and the golden halo of the Destiny Tablet rippled and spread in all directions. The silver-white divine seals on the human heroes were gradually bound by the golden light patterns.

However, the Greek human race was indirectly created by him. The collective effect of divine pronouncements was outstanding for humans, but it was of no use to the old gods and monsters who had been severely corrupted for thousands of years and had almost lost their sense of self.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

The ancient serpent spoke solemnly, gripped its spear, and charged forward.

Artemis drew her bow and shot arrows as she walked, drawing away the hundred-armed giant who had lost both arms.

Hecate gritted her teeth and no longer hesitated. Immediately, she plunged the Moon Scepter into the earth, and three magic circles rose up, soaring straight into the sky.

The three subordinates, Death, Styx Ferryman, and Hypnos, emerged from the chaos, gave their former superiors an awkward smile, and then joined the fray, assisting Hercules and other human heroes in resisting the army of ancient gods and monsters.

Meanwhile, the Goddess of the Underworld casually waved her scepter, and thousands of densely packed magic arrays of various sizes appeared, overlapping and bombarding the other hundred-armed giant.

Meanwhile, on the left, Hercules removed his bronze shield, struck it with his nameless axe, and roared at the hesitant heroes.

"Once, we were driven by God's will to fight for glory. Now, we fight for our freedom as human beings, for our right to live life to the fullest!"

Sisyphus on the right also enthusiastically echoed the call.

"In life, we are heroes who defy authority and are fearless. Does that mean we won't be after death?!"

Fellow Greeks, pick up your pride and let the gods see the masterpiece created by humankind!

After realizing that the divine seal had been suppressed, the group of human prodigies gathered with sinister smiles and spontaneously formed a formation to resist the attack of the army of gods and monsters.

They are never weak and easily bullied people. If you want to treat them like dogs, you should first consider how many hands you have!

Hades' face turned as black as the bottom of a pot upon seeing this.

However, as the black light and shadow surged forward, Hades had no time to denounce his subordinates' betrayal and the prisoners' lack of understanding of the bigger picture.

That monster is attacking!

Chapter 243 Your wife is in my hands!

In a solemn and quiet courtyard, an elegant woman, draped in a light veil and wearing a black headdress, leans against the corridor, leisurely and languidly gazing at the daffodils blooming in the pond.

The pomegranate seeds, peeled in the palm of the hand, are placed in the lips and teeth, gently bitten and sucked, the juice bursting out, sweet and sour with a hint of astringency.

The goddess's emerald eyes held a complex mix of emotions, and she sighed inwardly.