Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As the poisonous rain was about to fall, the air vibrated and hummed. Hundreds of giant purplish-red snakes swelled in size against the wind, intertwined and coiled, raised their heads and let out sharp hisses, heading straight for the dark green liquid.

"Chi chi chi!"

Like the muffled thuds of water droplets falling into boiling oil, the giant purplish-red snakes struck by the poisonous rain wailed as they rotted and decayed, until they withered into strands of falling purple hair.

Anna nodded slightly to both sides, casually plucked a strand of hair, and scattered it around. Small, purplish-red snakes, born from the laws of creation, slithered and flicked their tongues around the numerous turrets.

Her earth goddess nature actually made her very good at defense; otherwise, Athena in the future wouldn't have been able to embed her head into that sheepskin shield after obtaining it.

The name Medusa's Shield is even more famous than the armor's original name.

In fact, many Athenian soldiers liked to inscribe the Gorgon symbol on their shields or other equipment.

At this moment, the poisonous dragon, who was trying to break free from the suppression deep in the dense forest despite being seriously injured, failed again and became listless.

Before it could retaliate, a heart-wrenching pain shot through its left side, where it felt dizzy.

The monster struggled to look down, only to see Athena sliding in from its blind spot, piercing the bronze spear engraved with divine runes into the reverse scale covering its heart.

"Roar!"

The dragon, with only its head remaining and bloodshot eyes, struggled to spit venom at the small creature that had inflicted its severe wounds.

"laugh!"

But as soon as the monster opened its mouth, everything around it seemed to slow down. A strange arc of gray-black light flashed, and a strong sense of spatial distortion came through.

"boom!"

The grotesque head broke off from the neck and slid off, crashing into the ground.

Athena drew the bronze spear from the dragon's chest, gazing at the weapon, which was nearly half corroded by the poisonous blood. She then looked up at the black scythe with its serpentine jaws, which was floating in mid-air. Its teeth creaked, and a gloomy aura swirled around it.

She won't give me this, why should I?

Clearly, I'm the one you raised! You're so biased!

Chapter Sixty-Four: I've Seen Filial Piety, I've Seen Filial Piety (1/3)

With the war over, the descendants of Tifeng roared with excitement.

Chiron, who was quietly observing the entire hunting process from the dense forest with his keen eyesight, couldn't help but nod in approval.

It must be said that this battle was won beautifully. The coordination of various tactics, such as the early preparation, the change of unfavorable venue conditions, Athena's cautious probing, Medusa taking over the command and seizing the right opportunity to suppress, the frontal attack, the flank coordination, and the aerial harassment, was as smooth as flowing water.

Finally, Athena beheaded one of the dragons, and Medusa severed the other, marking a perfect ending.

In this process, the strengths of almost every member were brought into full play, and the whole team showed an extraordinary sense of synergy.

Moreover, the fact that the Hydra and Colkis Dragon, both with thick skin and maxed-out poison resistance, suffered only minor injuries to kill a high-ranking poison dragon in its prime is an absolute steal.

Once this spoils are brought back to the Arimar Cave and the remaining divinity and spiritual core are consumed, the strength of Typhon's offspring will be further enhanced.

However, the entire Cilician marshland had become the domain of Themis, the goddess of justice, and Echidna, the serpent mother, and the divine power of these two ancient chief gods was faintly present.

How could a mature, high-ranking venomous dragon suddenly appear here and overstep its bounds?

Has something gone wrong outside again?

Chiron frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

At this moment, the victorious hunting group celebrated with great fanfare. Medusa descended and, with the Hydra and the Colchis dragon, two tough and fleshy laborers, headed towards the pool to drag the dragon's carcass to the shore.

"Chi chi chi!"

However, the moment the purple-haired goddess stepped three steps into the pool, the lake surface suddenly boiled, and dozens of water columns spiraled up, drawing away the water vapor and turning it into cumulus clouds that immediately spread out.

Thick, gloomy black fog instantly spread out, and under the influence of the strong wind, it covered an area of ​​dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, several jet-black venomous pythons leaped out from the dried-up, cracked bottom of the pool and coiled around Medusa with lightning speed.

"Get out of the way!"

At the critical moment, a bronze spear flashing with lightning suddenly shot out from the side, exploding in mid-air. The flashing purple-white lightning arcs struck the heads of several venomous pythons, causing these suddenly leaping monsters to freeze briefly.

"Buzz!"

In the brief moment of reaction time she gained, Medusa instinctively summoned her black heavy scythe, sweeping it across the air and unleashing dozens of crescent-shaped arcs of light, slashing at the venomous python and the unknown pool bottom from different angles.

Meanwhile, the four people acting as Fatan and field controllers—Ladon, Sphinx, Stheno, and Euryale—noticed the overwhelming and ferocious aura emanating from the bottom of the pool. Their expressions immediately changed drastically, and they launched a barrage of attacks on the black smoke and the area at the center of the storm.

Instantly, the violent magical beams and elemental tides caused the air to distort violently, displaying a dazzling and dangerous array of colors, with splashes of mud and dust spreading everywhere.

Furthermore, the Hydra and Colchis, now alert, swelled several times their original size, revealing their true forms as Titans with a surge of ferocious aura. They roared and stood in front of Medusa and Athena, displaying the resolve of tanks.

After reuniting, Medusa and Athena stood side by side, feeling a strange sense of security. Their intertwined auras attracted and repelled each other.

The purple-haired goddess glanced at her "older sister" beside her and whispered softly.

"I thought you wouldn't make a move..."

The moment she took out the heavy scythe, she had a vague sense of malice coming from this side.

"You're really hurting people's feelings by saying that. I really wish you would just die here, so that no one would argue with me."

Athena sighed helplessly, glanced sadly at her "sister" beside her, and gently touched her chest, seemingly genuinely upset.

"But if you just get killed like this, you'll have no opponents left. How lonely that would be. I still love you, and I was planning to help you get revenge later."

Medusa's serpentine eyes were sinister, and a cold smile played at the corners of her lips.

"Forget it, you're just selling me off like this. Are you afraid Samael will beat you to death when you get back?"

Athena's sorrow was instantly replaced by displeasure, and she rolled her eyes and snorted softly.

"Tsk, you know what it means to see through things but not say them out loud? It's no fun if you say it out loud, and you're making me feel no sense of accomplishment at all."

Immediately, the goddess of wisdom gently approached Medusa, slightly tiptoed, and patted her "sister's" shoulder familiarly, with a bright smile.

"No matter what, I saved you, right? You should be grateful."

"How about this, to avoid you constantly thinking about being a slave or something, I'll take the loss and use what you have to pay for it."

Noticing the burning gaze fixed on the Scythe of Time, Medusa clenched her fingers, her eyes wary.

"Don't even think about it!"

"At worst, I'll help you out in the future, and even without your help, I can still guarantee my own safety!"

Pshaw, so stingy!

Athena grumbled and rolled her eyes listlessly.

The two goddesses, who seemed to be sulking and undermining each other, had a deep sense of seriousness in their eyes, and their bodies were tense to the extreme at all times as they spoke.

Furthermore, the subtle glances exchanged between them suppressed the restless rage and unease among the Typhon descendants, which were stirring within the oppressive atmosphere. They restrained their animalistic instincts and began to slowly distance themselves from the pool, starting from the bushes.

"Since you're already here, are you thinking of leaving so soon?"

But the moment something happened behind them, a chilling whisper, like the roar of a bull, the howl of a lion, the bark of a dog, the thunder, and the storm, came from the bottom of the dust-shrouded pool, as if countless heads were speaking at once.

Medusa's pupils contracted sharply. She grabbed Athena's shoulder and hurled her backward with all her might, turning her head and yelling at her brothers and sisters waiting in the bushes.

"run!"

The Typhon children were terrified and turned to run away. Harpy, who was in mid-air, instinctively caught Athena and joined the fleeing army.

At the same time, the purple-haired goddess summoned a black heavy scythe and charged in the opposite direction toward the bottom of the pool where black mist was surging.

In an instant, the previously subdued black mist began to boil violently like scalding water, and the surrounding air became unbearably hot.

A black-haired giant, about three or four meters tall, with dark brown skin and hideous purplish-black divine markings covering every inch of his body, raised his right hand and grasped a heavy black scythe with his bare hands.

At the same time, the man opened his deep, serpentine eyes and stared at Medusa, who dared to attack him, his face grim.

In an instant, the newcomer's face gradually became ferocious. With the activation of the divine runes, several jet-black dragon heads, existing between reality and illusion, flicked their tongues and bit at Medusa in mid-air.

At the same time, a dense barrage of magical energy shot out from behind, mixed with Athena's javelins and Euryale's arrows, blasting open the dragon head that emerged from the black mist.

The man grew increasingly agitated, his anger turning into a mocking laugh, his gaze as cold as knives, as he forced out a chilling roar through clenched teeth.

"How dare you lay a hand on me? How unfilial you are, my dear daughters and sons!"

Chapter Sixty-Five: No Man Can Be Reliable (2/3)

These words made it clear that this male Titan, exuding a fierce aura, was indeed a formidable being.

Typhon, the hundred-headed dragon, "the last son born at the junction of the earth and the abyss of Tartarus," "the father of the winds that destroy everything," "the progenitor of billions of monsters and monstrous creatures," "the giant god of terror and calamity"...

This series of domineering titles is a testament to the formidable power of the dark Titan god before us.

He possesses the head of a hundred dragons, a jet-black tongue, and fire-breathing eyes. He is a monstrous offspring born from the extreme, embodied in the power of creation of the earth and infused with the death power of the abyss.

而根据神话的记载，这位灾厄之神趁宙斯跟与情人欧罗巴欢好之际，偷走了他的雷霆权杖，之后召集其统治的提坦神和魔怪，攻入奥林匹斯，将包括赫拉、阿尔忒弥斯、波塞冬、阿瑞斯等等的大部分十二主神揍得落荒而逃。

Only Athena, possessing the qualities of a god-king and having fully matured, could contend with him, remain undefeated, and preserve the last shred of dignity for Olympus.

Meanwhile, Zeus, completely unaware of this, had transformed into a white bull and was still entwined with Europa, the Phoenician princess, on the island of Crete.

When he received news that the gods had fled in disarray, he rushed back to fight Typhon.

However, without the blessing of the Thunder Scepter and with the integrity of the twelve Olympian gods compromised, Zeus was unable to turn the tide.

Later, Europa's brother Cadmus was searching for his missing sister when he encountered Zeus. The king of the gods suddenly had a flash of inspiration and took the opportunity to order Pan, the god of shepherds, to summon the cattle and sheep. He then built a hut, dressed Cadmus as a shepherd boy, and tricked him into returning the thunder and fire from Typhon. He also promised the goddess of harmony, Harmonia, to him as his wife.

Everything was in order. Zeus transformed into a bull and mingled with the herd. Cadmus sat under a tree and played his reed flute. Typhon, who held the power of Olympus, heard the music and naturally disdained to crush the weak human. He hid his thunder scepter and came to enjoy the music.

With the praise and performance, the god of calamity became increasingly arrogant, believing that he had truly won over the human race blessed by the mother goddess Gaia with his charm and power.

Imagining the future, Typhon was overjoyed to see himself replace Olympus as the new king of human priests, further controlling the complete power over the earth. He promised to occupy Mount Olympus in the future, to have shepherds attend him and play music for him, and to give them all sorts of benefits, showing his magnanimity.

Ultimately, Cadmus, with his superb harp skills and the secret assistance of the gods, deceived Typhon, allowing Zeus to seize the thunder scepter.

When the god of calamity regained his senses, he realized something was wrong and immediately led his monsters to chase after Zeus.

But at this time, through Athena's efforts, the twelve Olympian gods who had fled had returned and reunited with their god-king.

The two sides engaged in a decisive battle. Zeus, with clouds as armor, thunder as shield, lightning as spear, and thunderbolts as arrows, rode his golden chariot straight down from the sky.

The gods Phobos, the god of turmoil, and Demos, the god of fear, served as attendants on either side, while the goddess of victory, Nyx, held up her shield in front.

With many blessings, Zeus finally overcame Typhon head-on, and with the assistance of Athena, the goddess of war, Olympus achieved a complete victory in the war.

Since Typhon was a monster from the abyss, Zeus worried that locking this god of calamity in the abyss of Tartarus would cause him to gradually recover and return.

Therefore, the gods decided to seal the monster beneath Mount Etna, where it was guarded by Cyclopes and Hecatoncheires.

Of course, besides these experiences in the future, his more crucial identity at present is that of the father of gods and monsters such as Medusa.

But as the hidden fourth-generation Earth Mother Goddess, Medusa was very clear about what she was facing.

This is a monster, a cunning and brutal monster, filled with malice towards the world; in his eyes, there is no room for warmth.

If I had to choose, I would prefer the Olympian gods to be in power, at least they would consider Greece their private property, and things wouldn't get any worse.

However, in the future, Typhon, in his fierce and powerful state, vowed that after completely controlling Olympus, he would marry Hera, enslave the gods, liberate the rebels of Tartarus, let them wreak havoc, reunite the heavens and the sea, and return everything to the abyss!

In a sense, Typhon is the embodiment of death and calamity under the power of the abyss; he can be seen as the materialization of Tartarus, the god of the abyss, through the creative power of Gaia the earth.

As the world took shape, the sky, earth, ocean, and abyss gradually solidified and separated. The abyss, which was essentially a void, did not have the ability to create containers or reach the surface.

In theory, as the mystery fades further, these ancient deities will return to their primordial slumber, ascending to become the rules that maintain the Greek world.

However, none of the four Origin Gods were so easily swayed by fate.

First came Uranus, the Heavenly Father, who, with his male reproductive power, activated Gaia's reproductive power, spreading offspring and dominating the earth.

Gaia, with her son's help, just castrated her abusive husband who was tormenting her.

As a result, before the peace had even lasted a few days, Pontus, the old sea god who surrounded the land with the power of the ocean, seeing that Uranus was no longer suppressing him, simply turned the covert action into the open and tried every means to erode the divine power of the land, breaking the Greek landmass into pieces.

Of course, the old sea god's blatant act of picking fruit immediately ignited the wrath of the twelve Titans.

Under the siege of the forces of Otyrus, the old sea god Pontus was shattered and became the raw material for Oceanus, who contributed the most, to create 6000 river offspring.

After dismembering the powers of the two primordial gods of the sky and the sea, the Titan King of Otyrus once again indulged in his children's consumption and mistreated his wife.

Rhea, the second-generation earth goddess blessed by the earth, came to her and cried.

At that time, Gaia, who was already tired of the gods' conflicts, gradually began to feel a sense of crisis.

Therefore, in order to counterbalance the ambitions of her offspring, and because she herself was not good at fighting, she chose to create the third generation of the earth goddess Echidna, who possessed some of the power of death, in the depths of a cave near the abyss.

However, the distortion of the abyss was beyond her control, and to a rational being, it was more like a mixture of chaos and blasphemy.