Red Umbrellas, White Stems, Sleep Together After Eating 3/4

Once its body was out of Themis's gaze, the ancient serpent, like a spineless salted fish, slumped down and immediately wanted to embrace the Young Goddess Form that had just come to its rescue.

However, just as the rebellious son closed in to within half a step and was about to succeed, Daphne's loud shouts came from the distant marshland.

"Tina! Come quick, come quick!"

"There are mushrooms here! The red and green ones are so vibrant, they look incredibly appetizing!"

Upon hearing the call, Tina's eyes brightened, and she instinctively turned her head sharply, her Touch of the Earth sweeping across the air.

Here we go again!

Suddenly, everything went black, and the person was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into and breaking several trees as thick as a bowl.

Samael, who had crawled out of the grass, felt a dull ache all over his body and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Although in front of others, Tina would consciously suppress her Monstrous Strength to avoid harming those fragile lives.

In front of a certain rebellious son she is close to and trusts, she will always unconsciously relax her restraints and show her true colors.

For this reason, Samael has a psychological aversion to that Touch of the Earth.

As a well-known Grand Archer once said, the love of a goddess can sometimes be truly heavy.

However, now is not the time to dwell on this.

As soon as Samael regained his composure, he leaped up from the grass, grabbed Tina who looked guilty and anxious, and charged into the depths of the swamp, roaring with a dark face, utterly exhausted.

"Daphne, shut up!"

"The more brightly colored the mushroom, the more poisonous it is. That's common sense, you idiot!"

At that moment, the Nymph on the lakeside heard the sound, opened their mouths in surprise, and the half-eaten green mushrooms fell to the ground.

Half an hour later, several tiny Nymph, green and purple from head to toe, were taken back to the ancient snake's dwelling for treatment.

Fortunately, these darlings of nature have good resistance to toxins.

Unless it's a highly potent, god-level venom, the poison can be easily expelled, and after lying down for a few hours, one can be lively and energetic again.

However, you are creatures nurtured by mountains, rivers, and forests. You are a disgrace to the Nymph species. I don't know how you have survived to this age.

Inside the house, Samael looked at the group of tiny creatures lying stiffly on a large banana leaf, waiting for their bodies to recover their resistance and their skin to fade. He twitched at the corner of his mouth and was speechless.

Faced with this farcical mass poisoning incident, even Themis had to step in to help.

"Boom!"

As night deepened, a sudden gust of wind rose over the marshland, and a series of thunderclaps spread through the air like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, instantly illuminating half the sky, their muffled roars echoing across the land.

The weather doesn't look like it's going to rain.

For some unknown reason, the chaotic and slanted lightning bolts went berserk, exploding one after another, with a deafening roar that never ceased.

Tina's Cross Star Pupils flashed, piercing the thunder in the night sky, and she grinned, revealing her fangs.

Similarly, Samael felt a chill run down his spine, and a strong sense of oppression grew in his chest.

"Sorry, I might have something urgent to take care of."

"I'll need you to take care of Daphne and the others these next few days."

At this moment, a hint of surprise flashed across Themis's beautiful face. After giving a few simple instructions, she hurriedly rushed into the night and disappeared as a streak of light.

Something happened on Mount Othrys? The only thing that could make a mighty god like the Tenth Prince change color is probably that incident.

It's Zeus!

Zeus has freed his five brothers and sisters from the womb of his father Cronus!

Samael instantly deciphered the most likely answer from the subtle clues, and his gaze gradually became serious.

Hurry, the war of the gods is about to begin, and it's happening even faster than he expected!

The ancient serpent glanced at Tina, whose expression showed concern for him, with relief, and gently stroked the long blue hair of the Young Goddess Form.

Then, Samael glanced back at the dense lightning outside the window, his eyes finally settling on the banana leaf, where the little ones were fast asleep, secretly detoxifying themselves, and he couldn't help but rub his forehead.

It seems no one will get through the night.

After a night of thunder and lightning, the sky was exceptionally clear and bright the next day.

However, the towering Mount Othrys were shrouded in a thick haze, the rubble of the temple was scattered everywhere, and the former council place of the gods was covered with scratches and ravines.

The banquet hall, once filled with wine and delicacies, is now a scene of utter chaos, with overturned tables and chairs, broken cups and saucers.

"Bang!"

With a dull, loud crash, a golden wine jug was crushed by the thick, hairy arm of the temple, breaking the oppressive silence.

"Just last night, someone offered poisoned wine, intending to murder the King!"

With a gloomy expression, Cronus slammed his fist on the table, like a hyena that had been wronged, veins bulging on his neck, baring his teeth and roaring angrily.

"A provocation! This is a provocation against all the Titan Gods!"

The Titan Gods, summoned in an emergency, reacted in various ways: some were filled with righteous indignation, some frowned in deep thought, and some remained expressionless.

Immediately, a Nymphs with a broken shinbone and tears in her eyes was dragged from under the feet of the King of Gods and thrown into the courtyard like trash.

"The king has already investigated and found that this scoundrel has colluded with six treacherous traitors."

"Now, those traitors have taken advantage of the chaos to escape to Mount Olympus. For the sake of the Titans' authority, those scourges must be eradicated!"

The Titan Gods outwardly responded, each vowing to hunt down the six traitors.

"Eliminate them! Leave no one alive!"

However, they had long been aware of the identities of those six rebels.

After all, this King of Gods, who spends all his time indulging in fine wine and women, is far too clumsy when it comes to acting.

It's utterly ridiculous to have Nymphs serving as a servant use poison to murder a King of Gods.

The most potent effects of this Magic Potion are to induce unconsciousness and vomiting.

Its purpose was obvious: to release the six children that Cronus had swallowed.

Furthermore, although the blame was placed on the hostess, Rhea did not attend the meeting.

These brothers and sisters tacitly ignored this reality.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the gloomy-faced King of Gods who continued to gulp down wine, the other gods, each with their own distinct expressions, left to prepare for the upcoming upheaval.

It's likely that debt collectors will soon be knocking on our door.

Destiny? That's Cronus's destiny, not ours.

The world should belong to Titan!

As Mount Othrys returned to its desolate state, Themis, who was at the very end, paused briefly and turned back.

She looked with pity toward a certain spot and waved to the Nymph attendants who remained in place to bury their sisters.

"But Your Majesty the King of Gods..."

The Nymph, trembling with fear, looked sorrowful and hesitant.

"Don't worry, I'll tell them over there."

Themis a gentle word of comfort, then rose and walked toward Cronus's palace.