Chinese Superman

Chapter 150 Zeus, the King of the Gods, Earth Will Eventually Be Destroyed

"presumptuous!"

The Goddess of Wisdom snorted coldly and abruptly stood up.

She did not use any other relics, but instead, with a thought, the Parthenon, which had been restored and chosen her as its master, responded.

"Buzz"

The entire interior of the temple shook violently!

Those ancient stone pillars, reliefs, and domes simultaneously radiated a pure and sacred white light!

These rays of light were not an attack, but rather contained the "purifying" power accumulated from the temple's millennia-long faith, like a warm tide that instantly swept across the entire hall.

Parthenon means "virgin".

Therefore, after the temple was restored, it possessed a mysterious and inviolable power of purity and holiness.

"Sizzle s ...————"

The swarm of blue dream butterflies collided with the sacred purifying light, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, emitting a slight melting sound, and quickly dissipated into wisps of blue smoke, seemingly before they could invade most of the members of the Pantheon.

The light came quickly and went quickly.

When the temple's light faded and the hall returned to its original state, all the Dream Butterflies had vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

However, everyone's hearts sank.

Because they saw that William and Hirosaki, who had just been resurrected on the stone platform, fell straight down again!

The dream of butterflies originated in Hiroaki, and as the origin of the disaster, he naturally could not escape it.

As for William, he was too close to Hiroki, and by the time the Goddess of Wisdom activated the temple's mystical power, he had already been affected.

The two were still breathing, their heartbeats and breaths were steady, but they seemed to be in the deepest sleep. No matter how others called out to them, or even slapped them until their faces were swollen, they remained unresponsive.

"What's going on? Weren't they resurrected? How come they're back again—"

"His vital signs are all normal; he looks like he's just asleep, but he just won't wake up."

A member skilled in the mental realm stepped forward to examine them and reported with a grim expression: "Their consciousness—seems to be trapped in a dream—"

"No, it's a dream within a dream, a dream within a dream within a dream."

"Extremely complex, layered upon layered, it's practically a dream corridor! Our methods can't reach their consciousness, so we can't awaken them!"

The members of the Pantheon fell silent for a moment.

The God-King turned to the Goddess of Wisdom and said, "Aesmira, can using the secrets of the Parthenon once more dispel the Dream Butterfly and awaken Hiroki and William?"

Actually, they are not important; what is important is the relics they possess.

After the two self-destructed, their belongings were lost in the Xia Kingdom. Only their owners could retrieve them; otherwise, they would simply remain there.

The goddess of wisdom, her eyes gleaming with intelligence, carefully examined William and Hirozaki before shaking her head.

"If they hadn't been affected, I could have used the Holy Disc Player to disperse the Dream Butterfly, but these two are already deeply trapped in the dream, and I can't do anything about it."

"How about killing him again, and then resurrecting him using the Book of the Dead?" someone suggested.

Upon hearing this, Hades spoke slowly, his voice tinged with weariness: "The Book of the Dead of Anni can only resurrect the same individual a maximum of three times, with the cost increasing a hundredfold or a thousandfold each time."

"The conditions for resurrection are also very strict. First, the time of death must not exceed three hours, and it must be at night, because the dead need to cross the river in a sun boat. Finally, the soul must be intact."

"Most importantly, what's trapping them now is the [Dream Corridor] at the level of consciousness. Even if we kill their physical bodies and then resurrect them, what we resurrect will only be their consciousnesses still trapped in the dream, which is meaningless. Unless we can break through the Dream Corridor and find and awaken their consciousnesses."

The hall was deathly silent.

Unexpectedly, the three "main gods" of the Pantheon were powerless and helpless in the face of a mere dream butterfly.

The slight joy and sense of superiority from the successful resurrection vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of frustration at being outmaneuvered by more sophisticated methods, and a deep chill.

Why did they join the Pantheon?

A large part of the reason is that Hades holds the power of life and death.

As long as you have value, you can own one or even more "resurrection coins".

In an increasingly dangerous world, that's like having three extra lives.

Who wouldn't be tempted?!

Therefore, this is the source of their confidence in risking their lives for the Pantheon.

Otherwise, who would be willing to go to the Xia Kingdom to undertake the high-risk mission of blowing up the First Emperor's tomb?

Now, you find out that there's someone, and a method, that can turn your resurrection coins into worthless game currency. Who could stand that?

In an instant, the morale of the Pantheon was damaged, and people were filled with panic!

"Clap clap clap clap————"

The God-King, who had been silent all along, raised his hands and clapped them slowly a few times. His face showed no emotion, only unfathomable majesty.

"Good tactic."

"That's a brilliant tactic!"

The voice of the God-King was deep and imposing.

"As expected of the Martial Ancestor of the Xia Kingdom!!"

He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow: "We underestimated him. One wrong move, and we lost. We thought we were catching a big fish, but we caught a shark!"

Many members of the Pantheon harbored resentment in their hearts.

Is that a shark?

That's a whale!

It's the blue whale kind!!

Why did you provoke him?

Now things are really messed up. It's not that I'm afraid he won't bite the bait, it's that I'm afraid he will bite the bait and take the bait.

If you take the bait, you'll die—and you won't be able to come back to life!

"Plan changed. All operations in Xia Kingdom are suspended. All personnel of the Pantheon abroad must return immediately."

In addition, all intelligence regarding Martial Ancestor Xia Xinghan should be comprehensively reassessed.

The meeting ended in a somber atmosphere.

The members dispersed, their previous relaxed expressions gone.

To be honest, no one expected it to turn out this way.

They had all come to the meeting eagerly, thinking they could give the Martial Ancestor a big surprise.

But the result?

According to the information William gave them, they didn't even get to see the Martial Ancestor in person.

The two life-sized dolls that Hiroaki sent out were instantly killed by the other side after only a few words.

The First Emperor's Mausoleum was not destroyed.

Pandora's Box is lost.

Finally, he was chased down and beaten to death by two disciples of the Martial Ancestor.

How to put it—

I feel that we have overestimated our abilities.

It's like a small organization that's just made a name for itself and wants to kill big shots and "prove its way" by doing so.

It was late at night.

The King of Gods walks alone to the back of the Parthenon, near the edge of a steep cliff.

The night wind howled, and the waves of the Aegean Sea could be faintly heard below, churning up thousands of piles of snow.

At the edge of the cliff, a figure shrouded in a thick black robe, whose face was obscured, stood there, seemingly blending into the shadows.

"The plan has failed."

The God-King walked to the man in black robes, gazed at the dark sea, and spoke directly, his tone flat and devoid of emotion.

The man in black robes spoke in a cold, emotionless voice that was neither male nor female: "I warned you not to underestimate him. Back then, even the Star Nation's carrier fleet couldn't do anything to him."

The Star Nation's aircraft carrier fleet?

What is that?!

In times of peace, we might look at you with more respect, but now is an era of spiritual revival!

The God-King was disdainful, but he didn't say it aloud.

Because he knew that the man in black robes in front of him, although a high-ranking official in the West, was actually backed by the Kingdom of Stars.

The man in black robes had absolutely no interest in what the [God-King] was thinking, and replied in a flat tone, "If you can't catch him, you won't be leaving either."

"However, according to the newly established Xia Xinghan personality model analysis, although Xia Guo's plan has not been completed, he may still come to the West to cause trouble for your Pantheon."

The God-King paused for a moment: "If he comes, we will do everything in our power to capture him. But your promise—"

"The commitment remains valid."

The man in black interrupted him, "Our patience is limited. The window of opportunity won't stay open forever."

As soon as they finished speaking, the night sky not far above their heads distorted and rippled strangely, and a sleek, matte silver-gray aircraft appeared out of thin air from its stealth state.

It is a standard disc-shaped object, about thirty meters in diameter, with a soft blue beam of light shooting down from its bottom, precisely enveloping the man in black robes.

"Buzz"

The figure in the black robe slowly rose within the beam of light.

"Remember, your time is limited."

"According to our data model, this planet won't last much longer; a major surge of spiritual energy is imminent."

The voice of the man in black robes came from the eerie blue beam of light, growing ever more distant.

Without a sound, the hatch opened, and he entered the aircraft.

Immediately, the disc-shaped aircraft started up silently. Without shooting out any flames, it only gave a slight tremor and then, with a speed far beyond what conventional aircraft could imagine, "whoosh"ed through the night sky and disappeared into the horizon in an instant, as if merging into the stars.

"Splash!"

The waves continued to relentlessly crash against the rocks below the cliffs.

After a while, the figure of the Goddess of Wisdom quietly appeared behind the God King.

"That pioneering aircraft is indeed incredibly fast. But if we go all out, with the power of the Parthenon and your relics, we might be able to forcibly keep it here."

The goddess of wisdom spoke with a hint of resentment.

The God-King slowly shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the direction where the spacecraft had disappeared: "It's not that simple."

"Leaving aside whether this UFO-like aircraft is carrying terrifying firearms, our intelligence indicates that they also possess an alien technological artifact called the 'High-Dimensional Cloak,' which is extremely powerful and comparable to the combat strength of a Super S-class superhuman."

"Even if we do our best, we may not be able to keep it; instead, we might completely break off relations."

"Moreover—what we need is not a quasi-spacecraft, but a true spaceship capable of interstellar travel!"

"What a pity. With the [High Dimensional Cloak] and the [Pantheon], if the Martial Ancestor really came, we might not be able to defeat him without any casualties."

He turned and walked toward the temple, his voice unusually calm in the night wind: "You can't put all your eggs in one basket; you can't rely on just these guys."

"Pass the word: send more manpower and resources to search for the legendary Noah's Ark. If it truly exists, it will surely revive. If we can control it—then we might have another means of survival!"

"Arthur, why are you so pessimistic!"

"Is the future of Earth truly only a dead end?" The Goddess of Wisdom stood still and suddenly shouted.

The God-King paused, his expression somber, and said in a low voice without turning his head, "I have already experienced it once—and I don't want to experience it a second time."

"Even if Earth is different this time, it will still be doomed to destruction."

"unless----"

[God King] thought of something and turned to look in the direction of Mount Olympus.

That mountain has not yet recovered, but if it does, there may still be hope.

"God King" was ultimately just his code name.

That mountain is home to the world-renowned ancient Greek mythology, the twelve Olympian gods, and—Zeus, the king of the gods!