Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Therefore, Echidna was not perfect, and Gaia did not give up on this terrible creation.

At this moment, Tartarus, the god of the abyss, extended an olive branch, wanting to help his sister create an offspring capable of instructing the gods.

Ultimately, Typhon was born from their hands.

But as soon as the monster appeared, Gaia felt a pang of regret after sensing the intense twisting and destructive power within the hundred-headed dragon, as well as its powerful ability to escape the abyss and tear apart the earth.

Clearly, Typhon was created not to instruct the gods, but to destroy them and then dominate the world.

Tartarus didn't have good intentions either. This origin god, who hid in the void and hated physical entities, didn't want to simply fall into a slumber and hand over the future to the next generation.

As a result, Mother Earth, sandwiched between the sky, the ocean, and the abyss, was surprised to discover it.

Uranus, the god of the sky; Pontus, the god of the sea; and Tartarus, the god of the abyss—these three primordial gods—were all bad.

Men, not a single one can be trusted.

Chapter Sixty-Six: You dare to come out and about if you've never eaten a child? (3/3)

Although she wanted to back out, the die was cast. With Tartarus watching her with predatory eyes, the birth of a physical abyssal monster was something Gaia could no longer easily stop.

Left with no other option, the Earth Mother Goddess returned to the surface, intending to warn the other gods.

However, in the war between the old and new gods, Zeus, who was secretly raised by Gaia and had high hopes for her, did not show the so-called magnanimity and tolerance. Instead, he decisively gave his father and uncles to Tartarus as gifts, which further accelerated Typhon's growth.

The subsequent rise of Olympus, and their eagerness to divide and seize divine power over the sky, the sea, and the abyss, completely disillusioned Gaia, who simply chose to remain aloof and observe.

Although she still holds the power over the origins of the ley lines, a new god has already risen.

Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, and Pan, the god of the forest, who directly or indirectly divide the power over the earth, have begun to test her bottom line time and time again by using subtle means to cut her flesh.

If it weren't for raising Zeus, supporting him in the war between the old and new gods, and having the Cyclops and the Hundred-Handed Giant as constraints, this Olympian king probably wouldn't have bothered to even pretend.

Sure enough, he's just like his father.

Ah, with those "good kids" from Olympus around, Greece's future is probably not something she'll have to worry about anymore.

Since you all want divine authority, whether it's Zeus or Typhon, you might as well go and seize it yourselves.

Gaia, the Earth Mother, who seemed to be trying to drive away both sides, simply chose not to help either, allowing Typhon to quietly grow stronger.

However, this unchecked calamity became even more unbridled, secretly recruiting soldiers and accumulating strength to launch its attack on Olympus.

Although Typhon was born of destruction and distortion, he possessed cunning wisdom thanks to the earth's creative power.

He knew very well that his first objective was to defeat the Olympian gods, who possessed a vast amount of divine power.

Once the divine authority over the sky and the sea is swallowed up, the almost subdued Mother Earth is utterly powerless to resist.

He didn't want to completely anger Gaia by disturbing the seeds sown in the Arima Cave, forcing her to side with Olympus, unless it was absolutely necessary.

Therefore, Typhon's offspring from Arima's crypts rarely appeared in the forces attacking Olympus in the future.

They were merely feared and punished by the gods because of their powerful bloodline and terrifying potential.

However, Typhon inadvertently noticed two delicious and pure aromas appearing one after the other in this marshland.

He could no longer restrain himself and used the poisonous dragon he had cultivated with his own blood to catch the prey he had been waiting for.

That was the pure divine power he longed for. If he could further perfect his divine status through the two people present, even Zeus in his prime would not be his match!

The easiest way to seize divine power is undoubtedly to devour them.

As for consuming offspring, this was a fundamental family virtue for the Greek gods.

The second-generation god Cronus did it, the third-generation god Zeus did it, and if the first-generation god Uranus knew his fate, he might have tried it too.

In Greece, it seems that you're almost embarrassed to go out in public if you haven't had several rounds of loving fathers and filial sons.

Therefore, this newly crowned king of gods and monsters did such things without the slightest psychological burden.

At this moment, Typhon looked sinisterly at his prey trapped within the barrier by the breath of the storm. His black forked tongue licked his slightly excited and dry lips, making no attempt to conceal his bloodthirsty and brutal intentions.

"Hand them over to me, then get out of here!"

"Roar! Roar!"

The Hydra and the Colchis dragon, with their heads raised and roaring fiercely, gazed at each other.

Meanwhile, the descendants of Tifeng from the rear rushed forward to join them, their angry roars rising and falling, suppressed yet resolute.

Even the most timid Harpy, despite his wings trembling uncontrollably, still stood behind Medusa and Athena.

Boom!

The black smoke that enveloped the area for dozens of miles boiled and roared, and the ferocious and cruel aura pressed down heavily. Typhon had lost patience in trying to divide these little ones.

The jet-black dragon head, rising from the smoke, gradually occupied all directions, encircling the center.

"A bunch of idiots..."

Medusa closed her eyes slightly, recalling Euryale and Stheno on the Isle of No Return, who had not complained even after being devoured by her. She murmured a sigh, then her eyes snapped open, revealing a chilling aura.

Previously, Medusa, who inherited the divine status of the earth and the abyss, was the first to sense the malice of this king of gods and monsters through resonance.

But unable to cope with Typhon's power, all she could do was use herself as bait to buy time for her brothers and sisters to escape.

Unexpectedly, these brothers and sisters, who were clearly afraid of the monster because of the bloodline suppression, realized something was wrong and all abandoned their retreat and turned back to provide support.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to fight with our backs against the wall!

As hundreds of ferocious dragon heads surrounded and crushed her, Medusa, with a fierce aura, raised the Scythe of Time in her hand and slashed at the first few black-scaled dragon heads that fell.

At the same time, Athena, with a solemn expression, drew her last javelin and struck it against the bronze shield on her left arm, summoning the children of Typhon to gather here and build a defense.

In an instant, the well-coordinated team of gods and monsters began to perform their respective duties: some fought the dragon's head with their bare hands, others bombarded the sky with magical energy, and still others used mental shocks and bewitching magic eyes to disturb the mind of the part of the king of gods and monsters.

"Roar!"

But in an instant, a hundred heads roared in unison, like the bellowing of bulls, the howling of lions, the barking of dogs, the thunder, and the roar of boiling fire, all blending together and resounding in all directions.

The breath of the storm, imbued with boundless power, carried chaotic ether, causing shockwaves, tearing space apart, and shattering the earth.

The Caucasian eagle and the harpy, which were hovering in the air, were blown away by the sweeping wind before they could even get close, their wings breaking off as they screamed in pain.

Chimeras, Nemean Lions, Cerberus, and other mythical creatures skilled in close combat leaped onto the backs of the hundred-headed dragon, tearing and scratching at it relentlessly.

However, the dragon's body, which combined the characteristics of the earth and the abyss, had an astonishing defense. When they bit at it, they couldn't break through its defenses at all, and most of them could only send up a trail of sparks.

Furthermore, this monster is immortal; the few white marks they desperately left behind vanished in the blink of an eye.

Even more terrifying is that parts of Typhon's body can switch between reality and illusion.

The magic and control of Ladon, Sphinx, and Gorgon were directly etherealized and disintegrated.

Therefore, as soon as the breath of the storm swept through, all the gods and monsters in the Alima Cave were sent flying backward, their bones and tendons breaking as they cried out in pain.

Only Athena, carrying her bronze shield and wielding a spear that crackled with blue-purple lightning, and Medusa, who held the scythe of time and was creating destructive cuts, were left on the scene, barely able to hold on.

"Still want to resist? I've decided to devour you brothers and sisters first, then have my main meal. Just obediently merge with me!"

Typhon's hundred heads grinned savagely, and the breath of the storm stirred up flames that spread in all directions, melting the earth. The biting heads lashed out at the half-crippled crowd.

The two, already in dire straits under the onslaught of numerous heads, watched as the monsters of the Alima Cave were about to be devoured and crushed.

Athena and Medusa simultaneously leaped and spun around, blocking the path of their childhood friends.

But precisely because of this, this move played right into Typhon's hands.

Under the corrosive influence of the storm's breath and poisonous fire, Athena and Medusa, whose divine light had dimmed and shattered, were also distracted by protecting their brothers and sisters behind them. They were soon unable to defend themselves and were in grave danger.

Typhon shattered the last glimmer of divine light from the two small snacks, then opened his ferocious maw and lunged to bite them.

"Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, a golden-white beam of light, like a comet, tore through the thick black fog and pierced the sky.

The moment it descended above the hundred-headed dragon, the comet arrow instantly split into hundreds of meteors that rained down, slightly knocking back the careless Typhon.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: When the Stars Shine (1/4)

"What? You, a mere inferior half-blood, think you can stand against me, the king?"

Typhon's dragon head snapped shut, its gaze, whether sarcastic or sinister, focused on Chiron, who was leaping out of the bushes.

"No…"

The centaur sage replied with his usual gentle tone, shaking his head slightly.

"Then why didn't you hide a little longer? Or break through the rift in the outer barrier I left behind, and you could have saved your life!"

“If I leave, none of them will survive. There’s no other way; I can’t just stand by and watch my students be devoured.”

Faced with the arrogant mockery and ridicule of the King of Gods and Monsters, Chiron smiled calmly.

"This is arrogance on the part of an educator, I'm truly sorry..."

Looking at the figure holding a longbow blocking their way, Athena and Medusa, exhausted, bit their cherry lips and looked embarrassed.

"Teacher Ma, we..."

"Stop talking. You've done a great job by persevering until now. Now, let the teacher handle the rest."

Chiron gently patted his two favorite disciples on the shoulders, signaling them to lead the heavily wounded Typhon children back to catch their breath.

"Knowing you're no match for them, you still dare to come and die? You've wasted the lifeline I specially left for you."

"Good! Very good! I respect your courage to face death!"

"Therefore, I will grant you—the most gruesome death! You mere half-breed!"

Seeing that this centaur was calmly and methodically arranging for Athena and the others to evacuate right under his nose, the volatile Typhon was furious.

In an instant, the red and black ether around the King of Gods and Monsters vibrated, and dozens of ferocious dragon heads, carrying a storm breath powerful enough to melt stone and gold, surrounded and bit down.

"In the name of the great god Cronus, time and space bestow upon him forbidden power; his blood is immortal!"

Chiron remained calm in the face of danger and murmured something.

Driven by the divine blood of creation and destruction within his body, silver-gray light patterns protected his entire body, withstanding the onslaught of the red-black storm's breath.

At this moment, the ferocious dragon head droops down to bite or spew out beams of light and breath.

The centaur sage's pupils narrowed, sharp as a hawk's, its four hooves darting left and right, its body sometimes veering to the side a few inches, sometimes retreating a few steps, or sometimes bowing its head and lunging forward.

Even though the winds raged fiercely and the attacks were relentless and terrifying, turning the four capitals into scorched earth and causing the earth's tectonic plates to crack and shift.

Chiron always managed to escape danger repeatedly amidst Typhon's relentless bombardment, his incredible perception combined with astonishing agility making him like a fish swimming upstream in the waves.

However, the disparity in strength was too great. The silver-gray divine light covering his body vibrated violently several times under the gentle touch of the dragon's breath, and large chunks of it were sheared off.

The raging storm breath, carrying torrents of poisonous fire, tore open the flesh of the heroic mentor, leaving gaping wounds and charring half of his body.

Chiron was dancing on a knife's edge; one wrong move and he would be reduced to ashes.

At the same time, as Teacher Ma walked and shot, his immortality surged forth.

The tattered wound gradually healed, and the charred skin peeled away its dead outer layer, revealing slightly red new flesh.

During this process, Athena and Medusa truly witnessed what real composure and calmness meant.

Despite the excruciating pain, this gentle and heroic mentor only furrowed his brow slightly and gritted his teeth in silence, showing no sign of losing the "demeanor" he was supposed to have as a professor.

Faced with such a perilous situation, Chiron remained calm and composed, raising his bow to retaliate and tentatively firing arrows at the ferocious dragon's eyelids, heart, reverse scales, and throat.

However, that inexplicable composure did nothing to change the situation.

Most of the arrows fired by Chiron were deflected by the storm breath surrounding Typhon, while the few that broke through the whirlwind blockade struck the hard dragon scales and shattered.

Possessing the dual powers of the earth and the abyss, and created by the two origin gods, Chiron was a calamity god far beyond Chiron's ability to handle.

Especially when Typhon loses patience and becomes bored.

"Roar!"

The King of Gods and Monsters growled in a suppressed voice, and the surrounding ether frantically converged at the front of the hundred heads, forming several crystallized cones filled with the aura of nothingness and death.

Given its terrifying destructive power, a single strike would likely blast all life within several kilometers of the barrier into dust.

Chiron's pupils contracted slightly. He stopped dodging, took a deep breath, raised his longbow, and drew his arm in an exaggerated arc.

The centaur sage channeled the ether within his body into the arrow, his body arching backward, his taut back creaking, his muscles and bones twisting like a dragon.

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