Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 789 Welcome to the Top of Mythology

"Kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

This meeting was an epic disaster. His father was even more of a scum than he had imagined.

In Horus' chest, there was a rage that was enough to evaporate the Nile.

She swung her axe and sword impatiently, and the scorching sun dried up the reed field where the gods lived, turning it into a dry desert.

Pure golden flames flowed in her meridians, and anger drove her to unleash this power, burning the world with unreserved destruction.

"You are so naive. Your movements are completely distorted."

Eros, wielding a chain sword, displayed a battle experience far beyond hers, though he was clearly inferior to Horus in terms of power and divinity scale.

But it is precisely this slender chain sword and the fleeting lightning that can always block Horus' attack.

Eros's exaggerations only added fuel to the fire, making Horus even angrier.

She could no longer endure it, so no matter what, even if she had to burn this world to ashes and start over again in darkness, she would kill Eros.

Flames, pitch-black flames burned on Horus' body like maggots on the tarsal bones.

The sun in the sky was also covered by the dark flames and turned into a gloomy black sun, plunging the world into darkness.

The integration of light and shadow, the balance of chaos and order, these two forces of the same origin but contradictory are integrated together under the balance of Heka's power.

This is the unity with the Sun God, the most perfect state that Ra has ever experienced.

After fully demonstrating this power, the divine light overflowed Horus' entire body, and the will of Ra and the Chaos Serpent merged with her even more deeply.

The intense hostility and anger towards Eros became increasingly extreme under Apophis' dark and twisted will.

The anger in his eyes gradually faded, turning into pure and determined killing intent, and the axe in his hands turned into a pitch-black, snake-like sickle sword.

Seeing Horus's face gradually turning cold, Eros also frowned.

The power of Horus in this state is definitely beyond the reach of the current Eros.

It is simply a fantasy to want to defeat Horus relying solely on the divinity of Osiris. The gap in power scale has already determined everything.

To be able to achieve this level now, Eros is already very experienced in combat, but Lilus has not yet adapted to this kind of power.

Even if he didn't use his full strength, he would still be able to defeat Eros when Horus was increasingly assimilated by Ra.

After all, this is just an incarnation without much power. If it can defeat Ra with this, then it would be too much of a disrespect for the other party, the supreme god.

In this situation, Eros may have no chance of winning unless he summons all his strength and fights in this world of Esseniro with the same complete posture.

But there is no doubt that this world is the opponent's home ground. Even if Eros obtains certain authority, it is impossible for him to recover to his full heyday so smoothly.

While Hermes was thinking, the battle situation before him had changed dramatically, and Horus's every move shook the world.

Countless shadows rose from the ground, leaving Eros with no place to stand. The black flame was like a maggot on the tarsal bone. Once it touched the divinity, it would directly burn it.

Horus, holding a sickle-shaped sword, could tear the barrier between the human and god worlds with a single swing of the sword and cut the reed field where the gods lived into pieces.

Although he looked to be in a state of decline, Hermes did not think that Eros was finished.

This guy has extremely good luck and is full of bad intentions. How could he really have a day when he runs out of energy?
She still needs to think carefully. Should she suddenly help Eros to attack Horus, or really turn against him and stab Eros in the back?
It was such a difficult decision. Although her emotions told her to rebel and take revenge on Eros, her reason told her that if she did so, she would suffer the consequences.

No, even if she helped Eros, wouldn't she still suffer the consequences?

Hermes suddenly realized this truth and instantly understood what he should do. He would secretly poke Eros's kidney and give him a hard blow.

It just so happened that Horus gave her the divinity of Thoth, god of wisdom and the moon, which was higher than her position on Mount Olympus.

In time, Hermes felt that he could use his many divine powers to create a being no less powerful than the King of Gods.

Let Eros know that he underestimated her price.

Just as Hermes was thinking this and preparing to find an opportunity to backstab Eros, Horus in front of him had already forced Eros into an extremely dangerous situation.

The absolute crushing power meant that Horus didn't need to think too much about how to fight. He only needed to swing and slash, and Eros would be unable to take it head-on and would be caught in a dilemma.

In just a few breaths, Eros seemed to have been forced into a desperate situation.

"Go to hell!"

At this moment, a ferocious murderous intent burst out from Horus' eyes. The bloody sickle-shaped sword hooked Eros' chest and sent the blade directly into Eros' chest.

The splashing blood splashed on Horus' face, and the dark flames quickly spread into Eros' body, making him unable to muster the strength to resist.

The moment Eros revealed a flaw and stepped into a dead end with nowhere to hide, Horus seized the opportunity.

Just one strike was enough to severely injure Eros so that he could never get up again, and he was directly pushed down from the sky and nailed heavily to the throne.

The passion from his father finally sobered Horus up a little, and calmed him down from his frenzied and excited murderous intent.

Although he succeeded in doing what he wanted to do, Horus felt a little confused at the moment.

Perhaps it was because he had killed his own father with his own hands, or perhaps it was because he had never expected it to be so simple and easy.

Just as she was stunned, Eros, who was nailed to death by the sword in his hand, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and raised his eyes.

".Well. Well done, my silly daughter, you did well."

"You're only thinking of begging for mercy now?"

Horus frowned coldly and pushed the sword in his hand forward a little more.

"Haha. How is that possible? I don't have the habit of begging for mercy from others, let alone my own daughter."

Even in his current state of near death, Eros still had a look of understanding, which made Horus inexplicably angry.

"I was just congratulating you. Congratulations on your success in killing me, even though it was just an incarnation."

"But the fact that you can do this is quite remarkable."

"Now, as the victor, enjoy your spoils. Devour me completely and take back what is rightfully yours."

"You don't need to tell me, I will do the same."

Facing this ruthless father, Horus did not have the slightest good expression on his face.

If he doesn't devour Eros here and take back the kingship that should belong to him, there might be trouble later. After all, gods are difficult to kill even if you want to.

Just as Horus twisted the hilt of the sword and began to devour all the power and divinity in Eros' body into his own body, intending to assimilate and consume it with his own power.

Finally, as if in a last moment of life, Eros raised his head and whispered something in her ear.

"Welcome to the top of the myth, my daughter."

(End of this chapter)