Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Is that so reckless?"

"That's not quite right. It seems they were invited by Pyra and Deucalion to explore and defeat the monsters hidden in the labyrinth, to rid the people of this menace. After all, it's said that there are many Minoans in that place who went in and never came out."

"Forget it, as long as they're happy. Anyway, those two brats' immortality is enough for them to have a few more wild nights. Besides, those two human ancestors aren't exactly pushovers. When it comes to their familiarity with Crete, probably no one knows it better than them."

Samael rolled his eyes, casually putting the trivial matter out of his mind, while also roughly guessing what Stheno and Euryale had encountered on their trip.

Ah, the labyrinth of the Minotaur.

They simply brought back a stupid, adorable minotaur from that godforsaken place who couldn't even speak properly.

With goddesses Euryale and Stheno possessing divine cores, and demigods Deucalion and Pyra as the progenitors of humankind, if they can't even defeat a mere minotaur, they might as well give up.

After temporarily calming his mind, Samael moved among the human heroes, using the rescue of the captured human prophet Prometheus as a rallying cry, encouraging them to win glory for this cause and establish this feat as human beings.

The heroes were in high spirits, and whether it was the earth guardians set up at the passes, the monsters that rushed out without thinking, or the mechanisms and autonomous magic left by Olympus, they were all violently flattened.

Samael lagged behind the group, watching with interest as the human heroes made their way to the summit. After giving Hercules, who was leading the group, a wink, he pulled Atalanta and Medusa from the crowd and turned onto another path.

After several twists and turns, the three arrived at a secret realm where earthen-yellow light patterns floated. Medusa nodded slightly, raised her hand and gently touched the light barrier, and the blockade immediately rippled like water.

Led by the new Earth Mother Goddess, Samael gently patted Atalanta's slightly clenched fingers and pulled the eldest sister into the room.

After a burst of white light patterns, the scenery suddenly opened up before my eyes: lush flowers and plants, shady nurseries, and meandering streams. Some nymphs of all sizes were carrying water jugs, humming songs and dancing among the flowers, casually sprinkling sweet dew to nourish the plants.

This is a sacred garden belonging to the goddess Hera. Rainbows rise from the water vapor, and the dense ether almost condenses into a colorful mist, which is truly beautiful.

The most eye-catching of all is undoubtedly the tall and magnificent golden apple tree, its branches laden with bright yellow fruit; the silver-white, hundred-headed dragon resting beneath it; and the three Night Goddesses, daughters of the Night Goddess, climbing up and down the dragon's back, hands on their hips, directing the nymphs as they work.

"Hey, Ladon, you're doing pretty well, huh? Alright, mission accomplished. Come with me, let's pull off something big!"

Samael waved from afar, greeting him with a smile.

Upon hearing the sound, the hundred-headed dragon shuddered and awoke from its slumber. When it saw Samael and Medusa, a hint of joy filled its eyes.

However, as the ancient snake approached, Ladon's nostrils twitched, and his face became alert.

"Why do you smell like that thief? Where is he?"

"Oh, you mean the Korkis dragon? He ran into the underworld to escape his debts. But once this is over, I can take you to catch that bastard and give him a good beating."

Samael lied without batting an eye and immediately sold another student.

Although he was deliberately left behind by Medea to be used by her and to protect the girl's safety.

But since he did such a terrible thing, he deserves to be punished by his own sister's righteous fist.

As for bribes? Those are stolen goods! Stolen goods should, of course, be confiscated!

Thinking of this, the ancient serpent didn't forget to come up with a legitimate reason for secretly pocketing the protection money from the Korkis dragon.

However, with the ferocious dragon Colchis as a class enemy, the enraged hundred-headed dragon Ladon was quite cooperative, wishing he could immediately fly to the underworld, smash his brother's brains out, and reclaim his shiny little darling.

"Then let's..."

Seeing this, Medusa pointed to the summit of the Caucasus Mountains and spoke up to remind her.

However, Samael's serpentine eyes blinked, his gaze greedily fixed on the sacred garden laden with exotic fruits and rare flowers, and he couldn't help but rub his hands together, muttering to himself with a smile.

"Look, we're already here..."

"It would be such a waste not to pull off a heist..."

Ladon naturally picked up the next line, then nodded in tacit agreement with a certain bad teacher, and began to plunder the treasures of the Holy Garden like a whirlwind.

Anyway, Mount War God is full of rocks and quite empty, and it just happens to be lacking some flowers, plants and trees.

The funds will be provided by Athena, who has a bit of a collecting habit, and she and Ladon will each receive half.

However, this crazy act naturally drew gasps from the nymphs, and the three daughters of the night god had to step forward to stop it.

However, when the ancient serpent slyly revealed the radiance of the goddess of night, Nyx, the three little girls, who were Nyx's daughters, stared at each other wide-eyed and could only watch as the man and the dragon plundered them.

Fortunately, Samael's conscience hadn't completely gone bad; he still left some reserves for the Holy Garden as decoration, preventing the garden from being completely depleted.

But after reaping the spoils from the Holy Garden, the Ancient Serpent set its sights on the other two parties.

One is the three daughters of the night god who are skilled at cultivating flowers and plants, and the other is the long-lost golden apple tree.

The former, persuaded by the promise of free room and board, easy work, the ability to sneak out on weekends while guarding the garden, and the presence of the Nyx Imprint, decisively surrendered with a large number of flowers, plants, and nymphs.

The latter, however, is not so accommodating.

The moment he reached out his hand, the golden apple tree lashed out with its branches, whipping him and clearly recognizing the greedy fellow.

Or, why don't we just dig this thing up and transplant it to Mount Ares, and see how it dares to mess with us then!

Just as Samael was plotting maliciously, the sap of the golden apple tree rustled and gently wrapped around Medusa and Atalanta's arms. Two golden apples detached from their stems and fell into their hands, clearly intending to use their fruit to entertain the two guests.

One is Mother Earth, and the other is a child nurtured by nature; they are certainly more popular than some wicked fellow.

Seeing that Medusa and Atalanta had accepted the gift, Samael suppressed his malice, waved goodbye to the devastated garden.

"Big sister, this is the real golden apple, green and pollution-free. Find some time to eat it."

Just before leaving, Samael patted Atalanta's shoulder with a bright smile.

As his fingers and palms lowered, the soft hand that reached out to him gripped Samael's arm very tightly.

No matter what his identity is or what secrets he has, he's still the same rascal I knew back then.

Atalanta smiled, the turmoil of the past few days vanishing, and her confidence and spirits soared.

Chapter 251 The Cataclysm of the Stars! (4.8k)

The Caucasus Mountains, at their summit.

As Samael, Atalanta, and Medusa arrived, Hercules, who was leading the group, had already broken the chains binding Prometheus. He and his companion, Chiron, were helping the human prophet to sit down and rest.

The ancient snake found the sight intriguing.

In Greek mythology, it was Hercules who fulfilled human duty and rescued Prometheus, the prophet and mentor of mankind, from the sea of ​​suffering in the Caucasus Mountains.

However, Zeus intervened, so Hercules had to find Chiron, who was wounded by a poisoned arrow, to replace Prometheus.

Moreover, in order to fully carry out Zeus's judgment, Prometheus had to wear an iron ring forever, with a stone from the Caucasus Mountains set in the ring.

In this way, the king of the gods could proudly proclaim that his enemies were still chained to the cliffs of the Caucasus Mountains, and that the authority of Olympus was not to be desecrated.

However, as Sisyphus said, those who watch a joke sometimes inadvertently become the joke themselves.

Now, it's Zeus's turn to perform.

Just then, a chirping sound came from the sky, and a Caucasian eagle swooped down and landed on Samael's outstretched arm, preening its feathers with delight.

"You're finally here! I'm so sick of the food around here..."

A Caucasian prisoner with a thick, unkempt beard and rough skin from wind and sun spread his arms and slowly walked toward his old friend, jokingly complaining.

The ancient serpent stepped forward to embrace Prometheus, gently patted his back, and laughed heartily.

"Okay, what do you want to eat? I'll cook it later. But business is more important. The Olympus performance is waiting for you."

Upon hearing this, the prophet gazed at the Mountain of Gods, where the clouds and thunderstorms were gradually subsiding, and couldn't help but smile with delight. He leaned close to Samael's ear and teased him.

"Then let's go, dear God of Opportunity, Your Highness Poros, take me with you to witness the fall of Olympus."

The ancient serpent smiled and nodded, then took a deep breath, gently closed its eyes, crossed its hands in front of it, and a silver-gray divine light emanated from its fingertips as it forcefully swung down.

Under the rhythm of spatial power, the rift leading to Olympus was formed.

Just as Samael was preparing to lead the people of Mount Ares to the Temple of Hera, the Sea of ​​Oceanus behind them roared and thundered incessantly, as if an invisible hand was trying to tear the sky apart and completely suppress Zeus's stubborn resistance.

Poseidon, you're too impatient...

The ancient serpent narrowed its eyes, gazing back at the cloud-shrouded Oceanus, and murmured to itself.

At this moment, the power of the ocean is still gathering frantically, and giant waves are rising one after another, hundreds of meters... thousands of feet... tens of thousands of feet...

Samael's face was grim, and his gaze was solemn.

Something seems amiss… He didn’t recall Poseidon’s powers being this strong…

Meanwhile, at Olympus, at the Temple of Hera.

As Zeus's counterattacks grew weaker, his defeat became inevitable.

With the throne within his grasp, Poseidon pressed his trident down on Zeus's shoulder, forcing him to kneel. He impatiently intensified his use of the sea god's power, his eyes blazing as he declared triumphantly from his superior position.

"Zeus, you have sat on this throne long enough. Surrender! If you submit to me and acknowledge me as your king, I will forgive your sins!"

"Ha, you think you're worthy to usurp power? Even if I were to give it to you, could you handle it?"

Zeus looked disdainful and turned to look at Hera and Athena, his mockery of Poseidon growing even stronger.

"Then let's see if I'm qualified to replace you!"

Enraged, Poseidon's eyes turned bloodshot as he wildly brandished his trident. Under the flashing blue light, the immense pressure of billions of tons of seawater relentlessly bombarded Zeus, causing the god-king to cough up blood and his body to sink deeper into the ground.

As if sensing the Sea King's wrath, twelve pillars of light shot into the sky from the stormy sea, intersecting and merging to form a chaotic torrent that spread and expanded across the heavens.

Correspondingly, the waves that rose on the sea surface surged and rolled in, engulfing the seawater which had turned almost pure black, and roared across the water.

In an instant, islands isolated overseas were swallowed up one after another. Wherever the giant waves passed, walls collapsed, houses crumbled, trees were broken, and even birds and beasts could not be spared. The scene was one of devastation!

"You are crazy!"

Just then, Athena's cold shout reached Poseidon's ears.

As if awakening from a dream, Neptune, resonating with his powers, gazed at the Oceanus Sea and at the colossal waves that were swallowing dozens of islands and sweeping towards the city-states along the Greek mainland. His expression changed slightly.

If a tsunami of this magnitude were to make landfall, the entire Peloponnese peninsula would be completely submerged.

What's even more alarming is that this seems to be just the first wave!

If this happens several more times, the Greek land, ravaged by floods, may very well lead to the complete extinction of the human race.

"Let go!"

Athena's gaze was icy, and her voice rose.

"No! This is our best chance. We're just one step away from success!"

Poseidon gritted his teeth and glared at the prisoner whose divine core was about to be completely eroded and sealed. Instead, he put even more pressure on Zeus, intending to secure the success of this rebellion before the great flood arrived.

"boom!"

Seeing that Poseidon was still determined to go his own way, Athena did not hesitate to swing her golden scepter of victory, sweeping and knocking away the swirling trident.

"you!"

The sudden defection of his ally caused Poseidon, caught off guard, to stumble backward. Once he regained his footing, he was filled with rage.

However, Athena, who had successfully disrupted Poseidon's maritime power, did not show any relief on her face; instead, her expression became even more sullen.

Because the goddess of wisdom, gazing into the distance at the Oceanus, was astonished to find that even without Poseidon and his trident, the waves of the sea were still stacked high, their power even greater than before.

That inexplicable feeling of palpitation came wave after wave.

It seems that something terrifying is about to emerge from the deep sea.

Upon seeing this, Athena's heart sank to the bottom. She immediately withdrew her sheepskin shield and hurriedly rushed outside the temple.

"No, you can't leave!"

Poseidon, looking like a madman, hurriedly got up, suppressing Zeus while trying to stop him, even lowering his stance and speaking softly to remind him.

"Athena, have you forgotten your mother, still imprisoned within Zeus? Have you forgotten the fear and humiliation Zeus inflicted upon us? This is our best chance, and perhaps our only chance!"

The goddess of wisdom at the entrance paused briefly, turned around, and gave a cold smile.

"Idiot, what's the point of seizing the throne if Greece is swept away by storms and tsunamis!"

Besides, as long as I live, if I can defeat Zeus once, I can defeat him a second time!

"Right now, I'm very busy. As for this boring game, I don't have time to continue playing with you guys."

The moment Athena stepped out of the temple without hesitation, a silver figure swept across the sky, folded its wings, and landed in front of the courtyard, snorting obediently. The pointed horn on its head and the pure white wings were none other than Pegasus, the winged horse.

You're not mad at me, are you, Dad...?

The goddess of wisdom reached out and grasped the reins of the winged horse, then mounted it with a knowing smile, the last trace of trepidation in her heart vanishing completely.

“Poseidon, for the sake of our alliance, let me give you one last piece of advice: wake up! Is this really the power you should have? The Sea of ​​Oceanus is in grave danger. Aren't you worried at all about your Atlantis?”

Athena casually uttered a warning, then spurred her winged horse into the sky, heading straight for the gateway to the Peloponnese peninsula, the Mycenaean kingdom.