Manga from the Age of God

And when Ashe, the [God King], was talking to the Olympians, Typhon had already returned to his old lair.

In the sky of Yarima Volcano, thick dark clouds suddenly surged.

The wind eye in the middle erupted with infinite suction, stirring a large piece of huge black cloud that began to rub violently.

Thunder and lightning appeared, and a huge current spread its teeth and claws, illuminating the gloomy sky dazzlingly white.

A terrifying doomsday scene.

The unconscious divine influence on Typhon also awakened the dormant volcano.

A heavy and suffocating depression filled the entire Anatolian plateau.

Countless beasts crouched down and shivered in horror.

In the next second, the ring-shaped crater suddenly erupted with red and hot magma.

The magma column rushed high into the sky, ripped apart the dark clouds above like a sharp arrow, and fell to the ground like rain.

Lightning and fire, wind and steam form a bizarre picture of extinction.

Typhon stood quietly on the plain.

As a god who is above all things, his strong presence makes everything a background.

He let the thunder, lightning and magma rain fall, scouring the sacred clothes with a ferocious feeling on his body, and remained silent.

Finally, there was a sudden, terrifying low laugh.

"Don't think you can easily suppress me, Zeus..."

"I will eventually become stronger than you!"

Raising his hand slowly, Typhon clenched his fist.

With the explosion of air pressure in the palm of his hand, the entire Anatolian plain suddenly and completely solidified.

In the next second, thunder, wind and rain, lava, steam... all shrank rapidly, and Typhon grasped it in the palm of his hand.

"Crack..."

The subtle sound of some kind of jade being rubbed into powder reverberates in the tranquil world.

From Typhon's fingers, some strange gray matter floated out.

He shook his hand and strode towards the temple in the volcano.

Ignoring the various beasts that were trembling around, I went straight to the depths of the volcano.

Arriving at the previous altar, Typhon first glanced at the sealed Storm Hammer, then pondered.

"Zeus's power of apocalypse has been greatly strengthened - that should be the harvest when he sorted out the [Superego Road]!"

Recalling the road to the superego, even he could not help but reveal a touch of excitement and admiration.

The gods of the Saint Seiya world have been standing still for hundreds of millions of years.

However, this generation of god kings can point out a correct direction for the gods to move forward!

How wise, how mysterious, how knowledgeable!

It is almost equivalent to using his own power to push the already frozen world to turn again!

But it was precisely because of this that Typhon became more and more afraid of [Zeus].

He knew very well in his heart that in the face of such a terrifying character, even if he held the divine weapon provided by Gaia, he would never have the slightest chance to succeed in his rebellion.

so......

"I have to turn to my mother for help."

Typhon sighed unwillingly in his heart.

Finally made up his mind and slowly raised his hand.

The divine power began to vibrate at a strange frequency, exuding a unique rhythm, slowly spreading to the corner of the altar.

"Om..."

In the next second, the entire Yarima volcano trembled slightly.

Chapter 221 God of Origin, Gaia

The altar originally used to bind the god-killing weapon, Storm Hammer, suddenly began to smudge a faint "grey mist" on one side.

- In fact, if you distinguish carefully, the color is not gray at all.

The interior seems to contain an ever-changing variety of colors, which are constantly splitting, reorganizing, and changing.

But all the ups and downs, but it seems extremely restrained.

It is like a black hole that shrinks infinitely inward, and its essence is undergoing infinite changes every moment.

Those changes can also release a huge amount of intense energy.

But it never releases it, and it keeps absorbing all the external [information].

This makes its nature impossible to [stabilize] at all.

Even the naked eye of any living creature cannot see it clearly.

The color of the feedback on the retina - just a hazy gray.

The gray fog hovered in the air, like a person stretching his body lazily.

After a while, it began to slowly gather together.

A figure with an indistinct face was formed.

Only from the graceful figure, can the gender of the other party be inferred.

A woman exists.

Typhon waited silently.

He had to admit in his heart that, in fact, he had just been born until now.

Every time I witness the [Partial Essence] that exists in front of me, I feel a deep trembling feeling.

Even now with [Storm Maul].

He still thinks he can't match.

This great being in front of me... far surpasses the power of any god!

If you really return to the world from the depths of chaos.

With the strength of the opponent, you can easily kill yourself!

so......

[That's why I can't rest assured to let you come back to the world, mother. 】

【Can you understand... This fear of Typhon in the face of you who can easily kill any life! 】

He let out a deep sigh in his heart.

Silently looking at the graceful figure gathered by the gray fog, the two points on the face slowly lit up with vermilion.

Like someone who opened his eyes.

In an instant, bright brilliance spread wantonly, illuminating this huge underground cavity.

The incomparably strong sense of existence extends the abnormality that distorts the space inside the altar.

"Hahahaha."

The voice that covered her mouth and chuckled like an elegant lady suddenly came out, and the figure sighed with satisfaction:

"Sleep this time... Had an interesting dream."

"Sincerely glad that your will is awakened, mother."

Facing the foggy figure on the altar, Typhon bowed his head respectfully.

Because this existence... is the great god who gave him life tens of millions of years ago.

It is also the god of the origin of the Saint Seiya world, the god that first existed.

Mother Earth, the god of the world itself.

...Gaia!

"So it's you, little Typhon."

The gray fog figure on the altar——Gaia suddenly stretched out his hand slowly.

He seemed to want to touch Typhon below the altar.

But just as the fingertips left the range of the altar, they began to annihilate rapidly.

The gray energy was out of control and scattered in the air, causing countless cracks in the space.

She chuckled again and withdrew her hand.

Typhon seemed unaware of what had just happened, and still bowed his head respectfully.

"It seems that you have no dissatisfaction with this last resort, so Typhon can be relieved."

"Mother, can you talk...for example, what sweet dreams have you had recently?"

He asked casually in a homely manner.

"Meet a few interesting people."

Gaia stood quietly on the altar, with a face completely composed of gray fog, slightly raised.

Those vermilion eyes seemed to be looking in a certain direction.

She chuckled in a casual tone, and said in a low voice:

"It even solved some of the questions in my heart that I had been wondering for a long time... It's unimaginable, is the younger generation now so powerful?"

"How similar is that road to my guess... no."