Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The location alone has created significant hidden dangers in the Ottoman Mountains.

These pervasive mists, and the sea monsters gathering nearby, are anything but ordinary.

Secondly, with Zeus gone from Mount Olympus, the goddess of wisdom, Metis, took over the command and control.

Other powerful new gods charging into battle include the prophet Prometheus, the Titan of Memory Mnemosyne, and the goddess of nurturing Leto.

In addition, the defection of Nike, the goddess of victory, and Aphrodite, who exerted a strong attraction on men, also had an immeasurable impact on morale and the army's morale.

Moreover, the neutral Titan gods dared not attack Cronus, nor did they dare to deal with these minions as a token of their loyalty.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Otrox Hill was doomed to lose this war.

This was not simply a crushing victory in terms of strength, but a complete triumph in strategy and tactics, as well as a crushing defeat in terms of intelligence.

The Titans of the old era were indeed old, so old that they had sat on their thrones for too long and lost their sense of crisis; so old that their thinking had become rigid and they simply did not know how to wage a large-scale war.

Samael shook his head inwardly, once again thanking his good teammates from Uruk.

Of course, there are reasons why Mount Otrox is so incompetent.

After all, Cronus's position was firmly established after he and his brothers and sisters conspired to castrate their father, and he ruled Greece for thousands of years without his authority being challenged.

Therefore, for thousands of years, he has never experienced any decent rebellion or conquest, and naturally has no concept of tactics or strategy.

Furthermore, teammates representing "intellect" and "wisdom," such as Themis, the goddess of justice, and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, who were capable of formulating strategies and tactics, all jumped ship.

The three Titans, Cronus, Coeus, and Iapetus, will naturally use the same old tactics: head-on confrontation.

Good heavens, the war between the old and new gods has continued for ten years in the form of a village showdown. It seems that the Olympian gods had been planning this for a long time.

The prepared mind can outwit the unprepared; the well-prepared can overcome the unprepared. In the end, if Mount Oterus doesn't kneel, who will?

However, it is ultimately a war of gods, and the participants are all ancient creatures with tenacious vitality. As long as the god-level beings are not completely shattered, they have the opportunity to reassemble their forms.

It will probably take at least ten days or a month for the battle between the old and new gods to be completely decided.

So, before things settle down, try to get as much benefit as possible for yourself.

Samael sensed the change in the surrounding atmosphere, his thoughts turned, and he looked at the huge shadow cast by the water above, grinning coldly and revealing his sharp, fanged teeth.

Hunt begins, snack time!

Immediately, the black fish, its body covered in dark scales, darted about with lightning speed, passing through the esophagus, gill openings, mouthparts, and flesh of a nearby large sea monster, and entered its abdominal cavity.

Any sea monster that approached was brutally killed. After a period of hysterical thrashing, its corpse, devoid of its spiritual core, sank into the deep sea, spewing blood.

Ten days later, the forces of the Old Gods were almost completely wiped out, and the Sea of ​​Oceanus, from the surface to the deep waters, and even the seabed, was covered with the corpses and skeletons of gods of all sizes.

The thick aura of blood lingered for a long time, and the remains left behind after the sea monsters fought for the divine blood and the corpses of the gods attracted even lower-level marine creatures to gather and forage.

The victorious Olympian gods gazed at the crimson sea, knowing that even with the cyclical power of the Oceanus, it would take at least several decades to completely purify this ether-rich region.

For a long time to come, this place will likely become a gathering place for sea monsters and unusual creatures.

At this moment, in the dark sea where chaotic waves surged, the three Titans had almost exhausted their divine power after enduring days of relentless attacks.

Finally, exhausted, they were each captured and tightly bound in the arms of a hundred-armed giant.

Chains forged by the three Cyclopes bound the three Titans layer by layer.

Six sons of the gods, surrounded by the new gods, stood on the clouds, observing coldly.

"Zeus! Don't be so smug! Once I break free from these claws, I will give you bastards a good beating and show you what fatherly love is!"

Cronus's face was ashen, and he roared furiously through gritted teeth. He gripped the Scythe of Time tightly in his hands, and his arms, with bulging veins, snapped the chains inch by inch.

Several chains, scattering and flying, lashed towards Zeus, who stood atop the clouds, like a seven-wolf belt wrapped around a father's love.

"Your Majesty the Child-Eating God-King, although I would love to continue our reminiscing and experience the missing bond of blood ties, it seems that someone is getting impatient."

Zeus turned his head away, his eyes filled with amusement and a playful contemplation.

The whispers from the shadows in their ears caused the three Titans, including Kronos, who were struggling to break free of their restraints, to change their expressions drastically, their eyes filled with fear.

As the waters rose in patches of deathly stillness and darkness, even the three hundred-armed giants trembled slightly involuntarily.

The prison of the gods, the crypts of Tartarus!

Chapter 50 Teacher Ma, a man of great martial virtue (3/3)

"Damn it! What are you bastards doing! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Cronus roared furiously and struggled desperately.

Beneath the deep sea, as Poseidon wielded his trident, three dark whirlpools formed beneath the feet of the three Titans.

The eerie passage led into the inner side of three interlocking copper walls, intricately engraved with spells.

"The three Titans will replace the three Hecatoncheires to fill the void of the Abyss. This is the agreement I made with Tartarus."

"I hope you like your new home, dear father and uncles..."

Zeus lightly tapped his thunder scepter, a sinister sneer on his face, and a silvery-white bolt of lightning pierced through Cronus's still-struggling arm.

As blood splattered, severed limbs, connected by muscle and bone, along with the Scythe of Time, fell into the surging waves.

Despite rapidly repairing his body, the severely wounded Cronus could no longer resist the tearing force emanating from the abyss of Tartarus due to the disruption of his divine power.

The three Titans sank inch by inch, and in an instant, most of their bodies were swallowed up.

"You bastard! I curse you! I curse you!"

"You will be replaced by your own offspring just the same! Your fate will only be more miserable than mine!"

"I'll be waiting for you down there, Zeus!!!"

As Cronus continued to sink, in despair, his eyes blazing with fury, he hurled a venomous curse at his own bloodline.

When the last glimmer of the Old Gods was completely swallowed by the abyss of Tartarus, the age of Olympus officially began.

As Zeus looked at his two brothers and three sisters who were walking alongside him, the smile on his face turned dark.

Meanwhile, the Olympian king's expression grew increasingly grim as his gaze fell upon his wife Metis's pregnant belly, which was on the verge of giving birth.

While the gods were busy scheming against each other, an inconspicuous black fish darted out like lightning from the unnoticed rocky reefs.

Its upper and lower jaws stretched wide, swallowing the fallen gray-black scythe and half an arm whole.

Immediately, the blackfish followed the undercurrent, flicked its tail, and burrowed into the belly of a humpback whale, gnawing at its flesh and forcing the monster to flee with a mournful cry.

Several days later, the exhausted humpback whale crashed into a pile of rocks, its body covered in bloody wounds, and its life gradually extinguished as it bobbed with the waves.

"Buzz!"

A sudden, violent tremor struck, and Samael, who was hiding in the belly of the giant whale, paled.

Inside the abdominal cavity, the gray-black scythe, which had been enveloped and corroded by the golden light of the Destiny Plate, immediately pierced through the layer of light that imprisoned it.

The gray-black light patterns twisted and spread, and the power of creation and destruction in space and time was then released to the outside world bit by bit.

puff!

In an instant, the giant whale carcass touched by the aftershocks of the spacetime power had half of its body turn to ash and peel away.

Samael, who was the first to be affected, reverted to his serpentine form, with his scales withering away and his flesh rotting and falling off.

But a tender, camel-thorn-like bud, emerging with layers of green, a faint yet tenacious vitality, spreads and proliferates from the stark white skeleton.

As soon as the regeneration reached the abdominal cavity, the destructive power from the Time Scythe caused the flesh to disintegrate and peel off once again.

After being washed several times, the budding light of the Undying Spirit Grass was on the verge of collapse.

Driven by an intense will to survive, the spiritual core that had accumulated in his stomach melted rapidly, and the complex ethereal tides frantically maintained the body's vitality, attempting to suppress the rampage of the Time Scythe.

Sure enough, I was still too greedy.

Samael was in unbearable pain and filled with regret, yet he had no choice but to endure the torn apart by the two forces.

Half of his body was bare bones, the other half was full of flesh and blood. His body was curled up in a ball, and his consciousness gradually swayed and blurred under the influence of rebirth and decay.

At the critical moment, countless golden light patterns emerged and coalesced from the dim, yellowish-brown particles within the host's body, flowing into the host's limbs and bones.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and Samael subconsciously connected the two ends, forming a perfect circular loop, his mind buzzing with divine intent.

"I will not die!"

"I am complete!"

"I am the world!"

"It is an infinite circle, the principle of destiny—Ouroboros!"

Suddenly, under the divine pronouncements, the patterns on the Heavenly Mandate Tablet gradually coalesced into the divine design of an ouroboros.

Samael, as the host, maintains a certain balance between life and death by connecting head to tail.

The struggling, buzzing scythe of time, under endless cycles, saw its light of resistance grow dimmer and weaker, eventually subsiding.

The serpent's mark gradually broke through the barrier of the gray-black divine power, from nothing to something, from shallow to deep, imprinting itself on this divine artifact.

In this state between sleep and wakefulness, it felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like an eternity.

Finally, Samael felt the chaotic time-manipulating power within his body completely contained within the Time Scythe, its head and tail unfurling, and his consciousness slowly returned.

However, as soon as the blessing of destiny was lifted, the Ouroboros entered an "infinite" special dormant state.

The lingering sensations of pain, numbness, itching, and tingling, which erupt later, continue to gnaw at one's nerves.

At the same time, as its aura leaked out, the ancient serpent sensed that many sea monsters were gathering in the vicinity.

In his frantic state, he immediately leaped into the water and rushed towards the shore with the waves.

But the sudden switch from sea to land caused the man's heart to clench violently, and his vision to go black.

With sheer willpower, Samael managed to suppress the strain on his body and stagger across the beach.

Only when they entered a more secluded river valley did the ancient snake relax slightly, and it could no longer hold on, collapsing headfirst next to a tree with oval, broad leaves and slightly gray bark.

can not sleep!

As soon as Samael touched the ground, he bit his lower lip with his steel teeth, forcing himself to snap back to reality.

This is the perilous Age of Gods. To fall unconscious in the wilderness is tantamount to delivering takeout to the nearby gods and monsters. Such a death would be extremely unjust.

The ancient snake, leaning against the old tree beside it, swayed as it tried to get up.

Unexpectedly, a steady and rhythmic sound of footsteps came from inside the valley and echoed behind him.

Did we actually stumble into the lair of gods and monsters? Could we be that unlucky?

Samael's heart sank, his snake pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, gathering the little divine power he had left in his body, intending to fight back.

"Guest from afar, since you are injured, don't act impulsively."

Just as the ancient serpent's aura reached its peak, poised to strike, an arm gently pressed on his shoulder, and a gentle voice spoke.

"Get some sleep, I'll figure out how to help you..."

Samael subconsciously turned around and his gaze fell on the blond-haired, green-eyed figure who exuded a natural and approachable aura.

Immediately, when the shifting gaze reflected the blond man's four long, slender legs, the ancient snake's eyes rolled back, and it fainted with a sigh of relief.

Well, long legs are a treat for foot fetishists, and since it's him, safety shouldn't be a problem.

Chapter 51 Until I Took an Arrow to the Knee (1/3)

The Greek world, Mount Perion, a valley somewhere.

A man with blond hair and green eyes, whose upper body was that of a handsome and gentle human, and whose lower body was that of a long, brown-yellow horse, knelt on the lush green grass on the gentle slope outside the cave.

Boom boom boom boom...

As the centaur god rhythmically struck the stone hammer in the mortar, the crisp sound of pounding medicine drifted into the spacious and refreshing cave behind him.

Amidst the rustling sounds inside, a black-haired, blood-eyed youth who had been dragged here for treatment by centaurs outside the cave more than ten days ago removed the leaves covering his face to block out the light, yawned, and climbed up from the stone bed.

"You're awake? Take your medicine first."

Hearing the faint sound from inside the cave, the centaur spirit hoofed its way to the bedside and handed over a bowl of thick, dark green medicine.

"Teacher Ma, I don't need that. I feel much better."

Upon smelling the pungent odor, Samael's face turned green, and he felt nauseous. He quickly forced a dry laugh and declined.