Chapter 353: Simple, I will become the king (2 updates, total 7.2k, please vote at the end of the month)

Meanwhile, Thessaly.

The city walls collapsed and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Just when the defeated heroes of the God-Blood thought that today would be the end of Thessaly and them, a fierce and dazzling silver lightning descended on the top of the city, revealing a majestic figure holding a sheepskin shield and a thunder scepter.

An impulse to worship and the ecstasy of surviving the disaster arose spontaneously in everyone's heart.

The patron saint of Thessaly sacrifices has finally arrived!

Zeus? How is that possible! Didn't the woman say that she wouldn't interfere?

Kronos outside the city saw this and was filled with disbelief.

Didn’t that woman say that he wouldn’t interfere?

"Your Majesty, he is here. Our plan may have been exposed. You and Lord Typhon have not yet fully recovered. To be on the safe side, how about we retreat first?"

Prometheus, who was standing by, squeezed out from among the giants and stepped forward to give careful reminders.

However, Kronos' eyes turned cold and he retorted with gritted teeth.

"So what? How could the scattered gods of Olympus react so quickly? Even if Zeus arrived first, it would only be a bluff!"

Thinking of this, a gloomy look appeared in Kronos' eyes.

"That's perfect. Let's kill this evil creature together now!"

As he spoke, the Titan God King waved his hand to issue an order for a general attack, and thousands of giants and monsters rushed towards the collapsed gap in the city wall.

Facing the monsters that were coming like a tide, Zeus on the top of the city raised the scepter of thunder in his hand and struck the ground, shouting loudly.

"Gods of Olympus, gather here and wipe out the powerful enemy!"

In an instant, the sky was full of twinkling stars, and rays of starlight fell in front of the city of Thessaly.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The sharp sound of the air being cut came one after another. The divine spears that covered the sky and the sun fell like a rain of meteors. The vanguard troops of Warcraft that rushed into the gap in the city wall were like wheat fields cut by a farmer's sickle. They fell down in an instant and were nailed to the ground.

Then, uniform footsteps came from afar like thunder, forming a roar that made people's hearts and livers tremble. In the dense smoke and dust, a team wearing Spartan helmets, holding bronze shields, and holding spears in the camp, surrounded them in an arc shape, and they were all muscular warriors with a fierce aura.

"No prisoners! No mercy!"

A pair of relatively slender twin brothers, holding swords and shields, stood on both wings. They raised their swords to hit their shields and let out sinister roars at the top of their lungs.

The soldiers skillfully stacked up their bronze shields, thrust their spears through the gaps, and advanced cruelly and resolutely. After finishing off the metal creatures on their path, they strung together hundreds of the remaining fish that had escaped the net like hedgehogs and picked them out, tightly sealing most of the gaps. They also did not forget to withdraw their men and divert them to both sides to replace the exhausted friendly forces.

These bodies of flesh and blood were like rotating millstones, crushing into pieces the magical beasts that attempted to break through the blockade.

One even suspects that they are a group of monsters in human skin.

"Castor and Pollux! It's Sparta's reinforcements!"

King Admetus was overjoyed when he saw the two familiar figures in front of the team.

It seemed that the loud sound attracted the enemy's attention, and groups of wyverns rose into the air and swooped down towards King Admetus.

However, before these beasts could get close, golden arrows of light rained down from the sky, instantly shooting down two-thirds of the army of wyverns.

At the same time, hundreds of griffins flew out from the starlight, pounced on the remaining wyverns, and began to kill these low-level dragon species in an orderly manner.

King Admetus' heart was filled with emotion as he looked at the familiar figure riding on the back of the leading griffin.

"Lord Apollo!"

His best friend also came.

"God's Blood Guards, assemble, charge!"

The excited Admetus immediately called on the army and heroes to gather, rushed out of the city gate, and swung his weapons full of holes, chopping down the monsters one by one, preparing to receive reinforcements.

However, just when their morale was high, the giants in the rear could no longer hold back. They trampled the monsters that blocked their way into meat paste, and wielded weapons such as wooden sticks and mountains, sweeping towards the crowd. Wherever the scarlet air waves passed, broken arms and limbs flew everywhere.

After all, the mortal body is too weak compared to the power of gods.

"Athena above, with my shield, protect the city-state! With my sword, call for victory!"

But just as the giants were about to push the front line forward, figures as bright as meteors descended through the starlight.

Thousands of armored knights riding Pegasus, all wearing weapons made by the water god, led by dozens of Saints, will launch an attack on a group of giants. Their huge and majestic bodies will become lambs to be slaughtered when facing the divine blood warriors who are blessed by holy clothes and riding Pegasus.

It's the Pegasus Knights of Athens! And the Saints!

Reinforcements from War God Mountain have also arrived!

Telamon and Katniss, who were protecting the king, looked up to confirm and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Soon after, smoke and dust rose along the woodlands southeast of Mount Thessaly. Hydra, with nine giant snake heads as big as hills, raised its neck and spewed venom, fire and ice, clearing out a large area of monsters and giants on the periphery.

The mother snake, whose lower body was a snake with purple scales, had a dense array of magic circles gathered in front of her. Outside the city wall, the terrain changed drastically with rumbling sounds, and patches of poisonous swamps, fallen rocks, and ground spikes appeared frequently.

Nine harpies stirred up a strong wind, and their spread wings were like sharp guillotines, biting, tearing and clawing, causing bursts of fire along the way.

Faced with the mopping-up of their prototypes, the degraded monsters were completely routed and fled in all directions in fear brought about by the blood suppression.

There is civil strife in World of Warcraft?

King Admetus was slightly stunned, but then he saw the two purple-haired goddesses who commanded these descendants of Typhon, and he felt relieved.

——It’s Athena and Lady Medusa. It seems that they have subdued the original descendants of Typhon and turned them into helpers of mankind!

At this time, more and more starlight fell to the ground, and more and more gods, spirits and heroes arrived.

The fighting nymphs, flapping their transparent wings, followed the golden-horned deer chariot driven by the goddess of hunting Artemis and Atalanta, and joined the Amazon warriors under Queen Hippolyta, and also advanced towards the main battlefield in Thessaly.

One by one, the alchemical puppets walked out of the magic circle, and the alchemists of the Hermetic sect also gathered around the main god Hermes and arrived at the battlefield.

Wild waves swept in diagonally. The mermaid prince Triton blew the horn to show his assets. Dozens of black metal warships surfaced. Mechas covered in metal armor stood on the deck and calibrated the muzzles of the ectoplasmic fluid cannons. The latest reinforcements, the mecha gods Apollo and Artemis, also appeared on the stage at the instruction of Poseidon.

The main gods such as Hera, the Queen of Heaven, Hephaestus, the God of Crafts, Demeter, the Goddess of Agriculture, etc. also arrived one after another...

Looking at his own army that was divided and surrounded, as well as the enemy troops that kept coming, Kronos's face became extremely ugly.

Damn, they actually prepared a large-scale teleportation array in advance!

Seeing that the situation that seemed certain to win had become complicated and it seemed that he could not swallow up Thessaly in one bite, Kronos suddenly became hesitant.

Attack? Or retreat?

As the order to attack the city had just been issued, Kronos felt torn as he looked at the stalemate.

Just as the Titan King was hesitating, a suppressed roar of pain came from the Sea of Oceanus.

"What's going on?"

Kronos was startled and turned to ask.

Prometheus on the side swallowed and responded in a hoarse voice.

"Your Majesty, Lord Typhon has been defeated..."

"So fast? Let that idiot hold it!"

"It has already withdrawn..."

Prometheus coughed dryly and added faintly.

"Besides, it also left a message for you."

"What?"

“We were fooled!”

When Kronos heard this, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely wiped out. He immediately activated the power of the earth, disrupting the enemy's formation. At the same time, he tore a crack in the ground that stretched for dozens of miles and shouted loudly to his subordinates.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The giants and monsters, who had already suffered a lot of losses, heard the order to retreat and immediately swarmed into the rift to escape this bloody purgatory.

Seeing that the withdrawing troops were only two-thirds of the original number, Kronos smashed the giant tree beside him into powder with one punch and roared angrily.

"How dare you play tricks on me! Zeus, just wait!"

"And that woman, kill her without mercy next time you see her!"

Prometheus on the side nodded repeatedly, then dragged the nearly violent Titan King into the underground fissure.

As the coalition of giants and monsters retreated like a tide, the exhausted people of Thessaly collapsed on the ground, their eyes filled with gratitude for having survived the calamity.

I won, I actually won!

King Admetus barely raised himself up, silently glanced at the city where there were bursts of wailing, and the outside world where corpses were scattered all over the place, and finally walked towards the top of the city with a complicated expression, where the King of Gods had arrived at the critical moment and turned the tide.

In any case, his majesty still helped Thessaly.

As God's people, they could only accept this belated grace and offer their solemn thanks.

However, before Admetus could get close to Zeus, the king of gods on the city wall raised his hand and spoke solemnly.

"The war is not over yet, all gods, come to the War God Mountain to discuss matters!"

Having said that, he turned and stepped out of the city wall, his figure disappearing into the falling starlight.

The gods who remained on the battlefield followed one after another with their believers.

The King of Thessaly, who was left behind, was slightly stunned. Just as he was about to speak, his figure, along with Telamon and Caenis beside him, were taken away by the descending starlight.

After a brief trance, the patron gods and heroes of divine blood from various city-states gathered together in the Great Temple of the God of War Mountain.

"Father God, the old gods have fully revived. What should we do next?"

The straightforward Hephaestus, limping along, was the first to step forward and ask.

However, the King of Gods in the hall shook his head and spoke leisurely.

"First of all, I am not him..."

The originally deep male voice turned into a pleasant female voice, and the burly figure of the God King also rippled like water waves, revealing a quiet goddess holding a book and a stylus pen.

"Lord Mnemosyne? Why you?"

Looking at the goddess of memory who suddenly appeared before them, all the gods and heroes looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Someone refused to come, so I had to come for him."

Mnemosyne answered calmly, then raised his hand to cross out a line of words on the book, looked up and added leisurely.

"Of course, the person who asked me to play this role was another..."

Memory is a power that is good at acting and deceiving, especially when the target is doubtful and his will is weak.

The son does not know his father, and the father does not know his son.

After so many years, they are still the same. At the slightest disturbance, their fragile trust will immediately collapse.

Seeing that the "Father God" they had been thinking about turned into the goddess of memory Mnemosyne, King Admetus, Telamon and Caenis did not feel much disappointment in their hearts.

Instead, there was a feeling of relief.

"Then, can you still continue to play the role of Father God and make the giants retreat?"

King Admetus asked cautiously, and then added with a solemn oath.

"Of course, no matter what, the Thessalians are grateful for your help and are willing to build a temple of the highest standards for you!"

Mnemosyne shook her head and gently broke the supplicant's fantasy.

"This kind of deception only works when it catches the enemy by surprise. Kronos is not that stupid."

Upon hearing this, King Admetus' hopeful eyes dimmed.

Is it still not working?

After that, where will Thessaly go without the protection of the gods?

The three Thessaly heroes pursed their lips and looked at each other, confusion on their faces.

In this depressing atmosphere, the excitement of defeating the old gods disappeared from the faces of the gods, and they began to talk sadly.

"Not only Kronos, but Typhon has also revived!"

"Thessaly is about to be destroyed, but he still hasn't taken any action. What on earth is he thinking?"

"Does he have to wait until they destroy the human world and attack Olympus before he is willing to lead us in the resistance?"

Listening to the discussion of the gods, Hermes' eyes flickered and he spoke cautiously.

"How about I ask the Father for help?"

However, after hearing Hermes' suggestion, the field fell into silence.

Most of them had participated in the rebellion and had long since fallen out with Zeus.

Once they bow to that God-King, there is no guarantee that he will not take the opportunity to make excessive demands, or simply take advantage of this catastrophe to force the Three Goddesses of Fate to terminate the contract and let him continue to dominate.

Feeling the gods' silent resistance, Hermes had no choice but to remind them.

"The other side has two old god kings and nine Titan Lords, but we don't even have a god king. How can we win?"

Just when the atmosphere on the scene was a little gloomy, a white hand pushed open the closed door of the temple and walked in gracefully.

"It's simple. I will be the king!"

At the same time, a dark and ferocious dragon head was thrown into the hall. It was the head of the Demon Ancestor Typhon.

When the gods saw this, they were startled at first, and then they all looked at the human shepherd who had just experienced a fierce battle. Their originally restless and uneasy hearts were inexplicably calmed down.

That’s right, the world has its own king!

(End of this chapter)