Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Haha, it's always better to be prepared than not. I've witnessed Hypnos's abilities, and they can certainly increase our chances of winning. Moreover, he has a precedent of hypnotizing Zeus into a dream, so he's quite reliable."

Seeing that things were not going well, Poseidon hurriedly tried to smooth things over with a forced smile, and described a bright future after "helping his brother out".

"As long as you can successfully suppress Zeus, Athena, my dear niece, you can take the opportunity to separate the consciousness of your mother, Metis, the goddess of wisdom, from his mind and reunite with her as you wish. As for my suffering sister, Zeus has lost his authority over the sky and his position as the king of the gods. His reproductive desires as the father god will also decrease. If you have the ability, you can keep him by your side and enjoy his exclusive favor."

Upon hearing Poseidon's words, Hera raised an eyebrow, clearly knowing the relative importance of the matter, and then snorted coldly, ceasing her pursuit.

Immediately, led by Hera, the three figures concealed their auras and suppressed their divine power, ascending towards the Temple of the Queen of the Gods.

Meanwhile, at Mount Ares.

Samael, who rarely cooks, meticulously prepared Mesopotamian and Greek sweet and sour breakfasts to reward Medusa and Themis for their hard work over the years.

The clinking of knives and forks, the soft clattering of cups and plates, created a sweet and warm atmosphere among the three.

The ancient serpent only ate a little of the food and finished his meal prematurely. To him, merely observing the two goddesses' dining manners was a rare pleasure.

Themis, who was always elegant and calm, remained composed and ate slowly and deliberately as usual.

Medusa, clearly not used to being watched by others, couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

After the two goddesses had finished their meal, Samael smiled and picked up a handkerchief, handed it to Medusa, pointed to the corner of her mouth, indicating that there was sauce stuck to it.

The goddess of vengeance seemed to wake from a dream, letting out an "oh" as she came to her senses. She hurriedly wiped her lips, a blush of embarrassment rising on her cheeks.

Hmm, so much time has passed, and little Anna is still so shy.

Samael, noticing this amusing scene, smiled slightly, estimated the time, clapped his hands, and then his expression turned serious.

"Athena has already started her operation, so it's about time we set off as well."

"Set off? Where to? Olympus?"

Medusa was somewhat surprised, and thinking of the strategy that everyone had discussed earlier, she couldn't help but feel confused.

Supporting Athena to the throne under a legitimate pretext, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, slowly eroding Olympus and gradually replacing it, is far more reliable than directly confronting the enemy head-on with Mount Ares.

Has Samael changed his mind?

"No rush. We've prepared so diligently for so long. We've got Zeus's side all set, and Poseidon isn't going to play dirty, so it's not our turn to make a move yet. There's just one place we should have gone to long ago. Our old friend has been waiting for this day for far too long."

Samael put his hands behind his back, smiled slightly, and sighed meaningfully.

"You mean..."

Medusa suddenly realized what was happening and happily stood up.

"Yes, the Caucasus Mountains!"

Samael answered firmly, rubbing his fingertips, reminiscing about the past, a smile spreading across his face.

"Alright, let's go. Don't keep Prometheus waiting. This good show on Mount Olympus would be too boring without him."

Immediately, the ancient serpent rose, took Medusa's hand, and walked out of the palace to summon a group of Greek heroes who were waiting for orders.

Atalanta, Hercules, the Twin Swordsmen, Caenis, the Healer, and other former friends sensed the call and stopped what they were doing, quickly gathering towards the source of the sound.

Samael briefly revealed that this was the start of a new adventure, and everyone eagerly urged him on, each one itching to try it out.

Their inherent adventurous spirit makes them restless and unpredictable.

Moreover, they had long wanted to try on different styles and levels of Saint Cloths.

Soon, about a hundred people arrived, and Samael led them on a grand march towards the Caucasus Mountains.

Themis, who remained at Mount Ares in preparation for any eventuality, stood in the temple corridor, watching her lover walk further and further away until he disappeared from her sight.

Go ahead and do it, my love. You are bringing a new order and new changes to this world. I believe you will make it all better.

Chapter 249 Zeus's Accusation in Blood and Tears (2/3)

In Olympus, Zeus, beset by various troubles and somewhat overwhelmed, rubbed his forehead, leaned back on his throne, and closed his eyes for a short rest.

However, as a gentle breeze wafted in from outside the palace, a delicate fragrance filled his nostrils, instantly invigorating the somewhat weary God-King of Wisdom, who subconsciously followed the scent.

Before he knew it, Zeus found himself standing in front of his wife Hera's magnificent palace.

Hera sat reclining on her golden throne, looking somewhat melancholy due to loneliness, her flawless white arms wiping away feigned tears from her beautiful face.

Realizing that he had neglected his wife for a long time, the God-King felt a pang of guilt and slowly stepped forward.

After all, Hera, without her usual irritable and jealous demeanor, appeared even more pitiful and endearing when she looked tearful and resentful.

Zeus, his heart burning with passion, naturally stepped forward and embraced his wife's shoulders, gently comforting her with sweet words.

However, as Zeus's thick, bronze-colored arm touched his wife's fair arm, his mind, which was immersed in the throes of love, was instantly jolted awake by a needle-like pain.

not good!

The God-King suddenly awoke, but it was too late.

The sturdy chains that extended from the golden throne, under Hera's cold manipulation, spread like venomous snakes towards Zeus's limbs, binding him tightly.

Almost simultaneously, as a trident pierced the air and revealed its true form, a salty, briny scent of seawater swept in from the right side of the golden throne. The profound and vast divine power of the ocean formed a pressure of billions of tons, shattering the wisp of divine power that Zeus had just gathered.

Zeus, the king of the gods, groaned in silence, about to resist again, when Hera, the queen of the gods, clasped her fingers together and gave a cold shout. The chains binding her husband's limbs tightened further, digging into his flesh like giant pythons.

This imprisoning artifact, crafted by the god of craftsmanship Hephaestus, had divine runes that flickered and shimmered, frantically diverting the divine power of the bound, even forcing Zeus to struggle to break free for a time.

Once these runes are completely imprinted on his body, penetrating his blood and divine core, he will become a pitiful creature, like Hera in the past, imprisoned on the golden throne.

"Go away!"

In this precarious situation, the God of Wisdom was enraged. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and a strange and mysterious rhythm spread from the mountainside to this place, as if the creaking sound of a spinning wheel could be heard in his ears.

Poseidon and Hera stood there stunned, their grip loosening.

In that moment of distraction, the enraged Zeus seized the opportunity, summoning his thunderbolt scepter. Lightning, like exploding fireworks, swept through Hera's temple, turning countless exquisite artifacts into fragments and debris.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and sharp arcs of light darted and converged before falling downwards. The summoned lightning power, amidst a deafening roar, relentlessly and violently impacted the goddess Hera. The dazzling divine power made the surroundings a white blur, obscuring all vision.

Zeus knew very well that to get out of his predicament, he had to first get rid of his wife who controlled the golden throne.

Moreover, even if she takes a solid hit, she will only be seriously injured and will not die for the time being.

This punishment is already considered lenient for a sinner who attempted to overthrow divine authority.

However, at that very moment, the air to the left of the golden throne began to ripple strangely, and a figure holding a shield appeared at the critical juncture, smashing the golden shield into the ground and blocking it between the Thunder Scepter and Hera.

"boom!"

In an instant, Zeus, the king of the gods, struck the golden shield in a furious rage. Amidst the deafening explosion, the earth-shattering force caused space to twist and shatter violently. Athena, who had withstood this immense divine power, couldn't help but let out a soft groan from behind the shield.

But if they retreat, all their carefully planned rebellion will be for naught.

Athena clenched her teeth, her well-defined arm muscles tensed, her feet slightly apart, and her body sank, dissipating the force in all directions.

Instantly, the ground, inscribed with intricate incantations, cracked inch by inch, and the entire temple shook violently, dust falling in a flurry. The divine patterns on the building's surface gradually faded and peeled away, and spiderweb-like cracks spread everywhere.

The power of faith that Hera had accumulated over thousands of years and poured into this place has been almost completely depleted.

So strong!

The three conspirators simultaneously felt a chill run down their spines, daring not to hold back, and frantically urged their divine authority to expedite the imprisonment of Zeus.

Poseidon held his trident high, and a massive tsunami erupted in the stormy seas of the distant Oceanus. Twelve beams of light of different colors rose from the vortex, intertwining and converging into a chaotic, gray-black wave that echoed the azure light patterns that appeared above Olympus.

As Neptune swung his weapon forward, a chaotic torrent formed from the fusion of the powers of the twelve machine gods surged down like an inverted celestial river, crashing powerfully against Zeus's back. It not only shattered the divine shield around him but also caused him to stumble, further tightening the restraining chains around him.

Athena stepped forward and swung her scepter of victory, knocking aside Zeus's other arm to prevent him from summoning another sheepskin shield to protect himself.

Zeus, who had repeatedly lost the initiative, was equally alarmed, as he had seriously underestimated this rebellion.

Athena inherited the bloodline of the God-King, and in terms of power, she was no less than him. Moreover, even the full-force blow of the Thunder Scepter could not shatter the defensive weapon, the sheepskin shield.

Poseidon's oceanic divine authority is not to be underestimated either; the power of that sudden chaotic wave was something he had not anticipated.

Although Hera's own strength was limited, the chains of restraint she manipulated were painstakingly crafted by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, and even he was helpless against them back then.

What's even more infuriating is that the three of them, not content with secretly colluding, actually resorted to underhanded tactics to conceal the ambush and disrupt his mind.

Even though he, as a god-king, possessed extraordinary abilities, he was now nearing his limit, and if things continued this way, he would inevitably face imprisonment.

There was no other way but to take a risk.

Zeus's mind raced, and he gritted his teeth, making a firm decision. He then stomped his feet on the ground, his back muscles bulging violently, and his eyes flashed with silver-white lightning. Instantly, dark clouds gathered over the Sea of ​​Oceanus, and thunderstorms accumulated within the clouds, quickly forming a sharp spear of lightning. With a brutal slash, it parted the seawater, revealing three bronze secret doors deep within the seabed, inscribed with intricate runes.

This is something you brought on yourselves!

The God-King, having exhausted his physical strength to still obey commands, resonated with the power of the power that allowed him to do so. His silver-white eyes gazed at the sea surface where towering waves were rising, and he swung his thunder scepter with all his might, choosing to gamble everything.

"boom!"

The Thunder Spear merged seamlessly into the three bronze secret gates, drawing a dazzling arc in the gloomy, gray sky above the underworld, like a silver-white meteor plummeting straight down towards a certain point.

Right now, in the Caucasus Mountains.

The group gathered at the foot of Mount Ares sensed the overwhelming divine power in the sky and subconsciously looked up at the sky above Olympus.

Medusa gazed at the thunderstorms that resembled silver dragons dancing in the clouds, instinctively gripping Samael's arm, her eyes filled with worry, and she murmured a question.

"Will Athena be in danger?"

Samael gently patted Medusa's hand, chuckling comfortingly.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine."

"But what if Zeus used his thunderbolt..."

Medusa still felt a little uneasy and subconsciously continued to ask questions, clearly genuinely worried about Athena's safety.

As if these fears had come true, a silvery pillar of light descended from the sky above the Sea of ​​Oceanus, and the sea surface was churned with towering waves.

Samael gazed into the distance, his eyes narrowing, a sinister smile curving his lips.

"Then Zeus will only be defeated even faster!"

Meanwhile, in the underworld, in the Pure Land of Bliss.

A silver-white beam of light, densely covered with tadpole-shaped divine patterns, crashed into the earth's veins, intending to unleash the gods' forbidden secrets.

However, the moment the divine power, a mixture of thunder and fate, touched the ground, layers of dark golden light surged out, shattering the silver-white pillar of light piece by piece with an almost overwhelming force.

"puff!"

Inside the Temple of Hera in Olympus, the silver-white lightning symbol on Zeus's forehead suddenly dimmed, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, his expression was listless, and the thunder scepter in his hand clattered to the ground.

As the divine power that the wise god-king used to resist was exhausted, the restraining chains on the golden throne took advantage of the situation, embedding suppressive divine runes into Zeus's blood and marrow, and enveloping his divine core.

At this moment, Zeus, who could only struggle to hold on, looked at the thunder scepter on the ground that was wailing incessantly, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Which bastard added a restriction composed of the power of fate inside the Pure Land of Bliss!

Chapter 250 Let's do something big! (3/3)

Noticing the waning divine power gathered above Olympus, Samael's lips curled into a pleased smile, knowing that the outcome was decided.

In fact, as early as when Hades told him that the core key to the "forbidden things of the gods" was still completely in Zeus's hands, Samael knew that he could not take control of this thing.

However, there isn't enough time to gradually unlock the key, erase the divine seal, and take those Titan Old Gods and Typhon monsters for oneself.

Samael then thought to himself, "It doesn't matter if I can't open the door, I can just add another lock from the outside, and that will solve the problem."

If I can't get in, then Zeus can't command the monsters in the [Forbidden Gods] either way. Anyway, this card isn't mine, so we're not at a disadvantage.

So, during the two days that the ancient serpent stayed in the underworld, it removed the divine seals from some of the human heroes. On the other hand, it was extremely cunning in the Pure Land of Bliss, using its divine blood and the power of the Heavenly Mandate Tablet to seal the painstakingly prepared [Forbidden Things of the Gods] layer upon layer, and even added counterattack spells.

In desperation, Zeus seized the Thunder Scepter, intending to awaken his Old Gods army, only to be outmaneuvered and have his defeat accelerated.

As the ancient serpent bit Medusa's ear and secretly told her the reason with a smile, even the goddess of vengeance couldn't help but feel pity for the king of the gods.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask this, why didn't I see Euryale and Stheno, those two brats, in the Arima Caves or in Athens? Where did they go off to have fun again?"

As Samael climbed the rugged mountain path, he raised an eyebrow at Medusa and asked her a question.

"Well, they said they're tired of staying in Athens and the Arima Caves, it's boring, and they want to go out and explore."

The goddess of vengeance frowned and thought for a moment, then pointed to a remote island hanging in the ocean.

"The last time the students of the School of Athens saw them was apparently in the Minoan kingdom on Crete, where the sisters seemed to be trying to enter some kind of labyrinth."

"The Minotaur's Labyrinth?"

"Yes, that's it!"