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Be efficient, be precise, carry it out.

This was the destiny bestowed upon them at the moment of their birth.

Even if they had not realized it,

this destiny would still influence them.

"What can mere Native Gods possibly lead humanity to accomplish? Before our descent, they achieved nothing! Though we are both gods, how could they possibly be compared to us, descendants of Chaos who crossed the sea of stars?"

Aphrodite spoke with extreme displeasure.

The main reason was the terrible state of the battlefield.

It had actually overturned the gods' predictions.

Under your leadership, the Pelasgians had swept through everything in their path, as if they had known all the coalition's intelligence from the very beginning.

Wherever the blades pointed,

the Greek coalition forces were pierced through like thin paper.

The Twelve Olympians were surprised by this situation, but only to that extent. They attributed it to their failure to include the concept of heroes in their calculations, as well as their failure to gather information on those called heroes.

"Your anger, I understand.

Your anxiety, I also understand."

Zeus, king of the gods, spoke.

He showed little reaction to the discrepancy between the battle and his expectations, treating it as nothing more than a line of code he had failed to notice.

It was utterly insignificant.

What truly concerned him was something else.

"But be silent for now. We cannot be wrong; we are correctness itself. As for why this has happened, there is only one possibility. That human named Moran must have obtained information about our people. However, at this point, even that is insignificant."

Zeus's gaze briefly shifted somewhere.

The direction he looked toward was Artemis.

Yet Artemis wore a mischievous smile.

She did not think there was any problem at all.

As a Great God, Zeus naturally knew everything.

The reason he had not said it aloud before the other gods was probably simply because he did not think such a minor matter was worth noticing.

It was merely his daughter's willfulness.

"Accepting the defeat of our people is also our responsibility. We must still guide humanity and protect humanity. However, even with such intelligence, that human individual named Moran, who commands the rebel army—"

Zeus seemed to be weighing something.

He had likewise watched this war from beginning to end.

He knew that Moran was the key core of the Pelasgians. As long as he was crushed, everything would end completely.

"He is the king praised as a hero... He once arrogantly claimed that the future guided by us is inefficient. He is merely a human reed, yet he dares to speak such grandiose words! Heh, how interesting!"

Zeus had received Hephaestus's report.

He had also learned of the discussion that night.

Thus, he had become interested in this human.

The war upon the ocean continued for several days.

The blood shed by humans, monsters, and divine beasts dyed the sea red, while the wreckage of warships and corpses drifted together across the surface.

Several days of bloody fighting had resulted in unprecedented misery.

This was undoubtedly a bitter victory.

The four great Greek coalition armies had been defeated. Even after using every bit of aid provided by the gods, they had failed to fulfill the Divine Oracle bestowed by the gods.

"Whew... Hah... Huff..."

Moran stood atop the raging sea.

In his hand, he gripped a Golden Sword coated in congealed blood.

The blood staining his handsome face had long dried, and his long hair was clumped together with blood.

Every part of his armor was covered in cracks.

Though outsiders saw him as invincible, every victory left him with wounds of its own.

"Lord Moran..."

Medea released magical power with trembling hands.

She had already lost count of how many times she had treated Moran's injuries.

For the past few days, there had been nothing but blood.

Her eyelids had not closed for days, yet even as exhaustion made her entire body tremble, she persisted.

Compared with the death drawing near,

she feared losing the one she loved even more.

"...Did we... win...?!"

A soldier lying atop a piece of driftwood gasped for breath.

Six or seven swords, spears, blades, and halberds had pierced through his back. He was only barely alive through the vitality provided by the Monster Factor within him.

There was far more than one soldier like him.

But most of them had died.

The Pelasgian army did not even have the strength to cheer for victory. They had exhausted everything to endure this war.

That was right. You had led your people to crush countless armies.

The intelligence Artemis provided had, to a great extent, ensured your people's survival and victory in the war.

If one looked only at humanity's achievements, no king in all of Greece could compare with you.

But you also knew the war was far from over.

The Greek coalition army was merely the vanguard. The beings behind the Divine Oracle were the true enemy—

"—Divine Core, awaken."

"—Divine Core, manifest."

"—Synchronization with the divine artifact Cronus Crown complete."

"—Performing Divine Core projection from the true body."

Suddenly, a voice that rang across all of Greece echoed from above once more.

Its tone was neither that of a god nor a human.

It was machinery cold to the extreme.

"—Divine Core manifestation within the Great Altar domain."

"—Divine Core Avatar designation: Zeus."

"—Manifest. Manifest. Manifest. All sapient life within this sea region is advised to establish mental defenses—"

An immense pressure of magical power descended from the heavens.

At the same moment, Medusa tensed and unleashed her Divine Authority.

Using Divine Authority of equal scale to resist that Divine Might, she protected the people who still survived upon the sea.

She had endured without taking action all this time.

Moran had instructed Medusa that unless the entire army stood on the brink of annihilation, she was never to act first.

The true enemy had not yet arrived.

Her power had to be saved for this final moment.

The war between humans would be left to him, the king, while the war of gods would be taken over by her.

Now, that moment had arrived.

Rumble—!!

Azure lightning like a colossal dragon struck down from the sky.

The immense thunderclap robbed every human of their senses. Only Moran and his beloved could barely remain standing.

Even the retreating Greek coalition forces

fell into darkness the instant they saw the lightning.

If not for the gods' protection restoring them, those people would likely have remained blind for the rest of their lives.

"—This is the mercy of the Almighty God.

It is a blessing, and also recognition of your valiant struggle."

A pure white figure of lightning appeared.

So abruptly, it emerged before Moran.

Almost as if the symbol of lightning itself had descended, he had moved here from Olympus's mobile divine temple.

The most powerful Great God of Greece's Age of Gods.

He had even completely destroyed the former Titan Fleet and seized the authorities of Uranus and Cronus.

The supreme god who had nearly reached eternity.

The Almighty God, Zeus.

"Great God... Zeus!"

Medusa was the first to widen her eyes.

Something at the root of her divinity sounded like an alarm.

As though it conveyed hatred and rage.

The unforgivable nature of the gods of Olympus, and fear of their boundless power.

Yet faced with Medusa's gaze,

Zeus kept his attention fixed upon Moran.

The Primal Mother Goddess seemed utterly unimportant to him.

"—Therefore, to receive this grace.

Kneel."

Zeus's gaze was exceptionally calm.

Yet what followed was entirely contrary to his demeanor.

Rumble—!!

As though nature itself had responded to him,

the invisible atmospheric pressure abruptly expanded hundreds and thousands of times, and everyone felt as if a mountain had been placed upon them.

"...Ugh!"

Medea and Atalante immediately sank downward.

The two women forced themselves to endure with pale faces.

An invisible pressure that no one could see bore down upon them, forcing their knees toward the ground.