War Isn't Fought Like This

The Sea of Okeanos, Chaos Sea, with its surging waves.

The two camps of Mount Othrys and Mount Olympus are filled with numerous gods, some driving chariots, some standing on clouds, and some standing on reefs.

Indeed, in terms of quantity, the New Gods far surpass the old gods, but in terms of quality, the ancient gods gathered on Mount Othrys all exude a powerful etheric energy.

Cronus, wielding the Scythe of Time, and Zeus, clutching the Thunderbolt Scepter, stood facing each other, surrounded by their respective allies, unleashing their power and clashing fiercely.

Driven by divine power and authority, the surging Aether Torrent collided and tore at each other, forming a terrifying vortex of magical power in the core area, distorting and shattering space.

The gray-black waves of destruction and the silver-white thunderous power clashed and swept across the world, dividing it into two completely different parts.

When the dazzling aurora borealis burst forth in all directions amidst the thunder and dark clouds, Zeus immediately swung his Thunderbolt Scepter and launched the first attack with his horn.

"Overthrow the tyranny of Oterus! Glory belongs to our New Gods! Kill!"

With a roar, the New Gods- king took the lead, his scepter shooting out several silver-white lightning spears.

Caught off guard, several Titans from the enemy camp were pierced and shot down, their bodies shattered into charred chunks of flesh that plunged into the deep sea, their golden-red divine blood spilling onto the waves.

Having gained the upper hand, the Olympian Gods were greatly encouraged and charged towards the Mount Othrys, closely following the figure of King of Gods Zeus.

"Court death!"

Faced with the sudden attack by this group of young people who lacked martial ethics, Cronus was enraged. He swung his Scythe of Time horizontally, aiming at Zeus, who was leading the group.

Wherever the eerie, gray-black arc of light passed, a terrifying sense of rupture was created in space and the ether. The Olympian King of Gods, who was directly hit, immediately raised his Goatskin Divine Shield, intending to block the attack.

"Buzz!"

Layers of Golden Light Patterns and gray-black time turbulence then exploded, blasting Zeus dozens of meters away, nearly causing him to drop his Goatskin Divine Shield.

That old guy is amazing!

The Olympian King of Gods was secretly alarmed, realizing that he could not defeat his father in a one-on-one fight.

Fortunately, he never intended to give his opponent a chance to duel.

Seeing Zeus stagger backward and reveal an opening, Cronus, in a fit of rage, rushed forward impatiently.

However, it seemed as if a thousand mouths were simultaneously emitting a noisy roar, coming from the salty sea fog.

In an instant, three giants, each over 1000 meters tall and wielding thousands of arms, swords, shields, spears, axes, and other weapons, roared across the waves under the control of the sea power of the Queen of Gods Metis, and stood in front of Cronus.

"Get out of my way!"

Seeing that Zeus had escaped his sight, Cronus roared repeatedly, but his attack was thwarted by the three monsters.

The Titan King, possessing immense destructive power, activated the power of the Scythe of Time, believing he could quickly end the battle.

But the surging torrent of time, after turning only a few arms of the giants to ashes, attracted these monsters, who then launched an even more ferocious counterattack.

They had been imprisoned in the Tartarus Abyss a thousand years, enduring the relentless onslaught of death day and night, until their resistance had reached its peak.

Cronus was shocked to discover that even the nearly indestructible Scythe of Time could not easily and quickly deal with these three thick-skinned brothers.

"Coeus! Iapetus! My good brothers, what are you waiting for!"

"Let these rebellious saplings see what it truly means to be the masters of this world!"

The Titan King fought three monsters alone, constantly trimming their arms. Seeing that he could not break through the blockade of the three long-armed giants in a short time, he turned his head and roared at his two loyal followers behind him.

Upon hearing this, the two Titan Gods roared and rushed forward to help, attacking Zeus and the other six Divine Offspring.

The six new main gods joined forces to fight against their two uncles, unleashing an Aether Torrent around them, causing the sky and sea Sea of Okeanos to shatter repeatedly.

To avoid the raging void storm, both sides fought and retreated, constantly engaging in round after round of fierce battles in the deep sea area where they could fight freely.

War raged across the seas, and all the gods, monsters, and titans involved in the war went mad, engaging in fierce battles.

The sounds of blades piercing flesh, bones shattering, and bodies colliding, mixed with the desperate roars of the two forces, echoed continuously above the sea.

Minced flesh, severed limbs, and divine blood continuously fell into the churning sea, causing golden-red ripples to spread outwards.

The rich ethereal atmosphere attracted a variety of sea monsters, including giant octopuses several meters long with barbels, towering humpback whales, and schools of razor-toothed fish.

Lured by food and the promise of evolution, the sea monsters swarmed in, engaging in a bloody struggle for the enormous number of sea god corpses.

The sky belongs to the gods as their battlefield, while the sea belongs to the predators as their dining table.

One side is driven by honor and power, the other by evolution and survival; neither is more noble or civilized than the other.

But just as lions disdain competing with hyenas for food, eagles don't care if mosquitoes and flies target carrion; the two sides maintain a kind of harmony similar to the operation of a food chain.

In the chaotic corner of this world, two battles rage on independently, without interfering with each other.

However, there are exceptions among them.

In a certain deep, dark sea, a pair of red and black Serpent Eyes, with faint cross-shaped light patterns, gazed at the entangled battlefield in the sky, curled their lips, and made a conclusion in their hearts.

Tsk, no need to watch anymore, Cronus is doomed to lose.

Samael opened his mouth and bit into the Spirit Core of a high-ranking god, and the enormous ether within surged into his own body.

Transforming into a black fish, hiding beneath the seaweed, the ancient snake sensed the divine power originating from within the body, refining and strengthening it thread by thread, and comfortably uttered a silent groan.

As for the New and Old God Wars, the outcome was already a foregone conclusion, and he was too lazy to even look at it.

If it were truly a simple and honest folk tournament, with the strength of the veteran Titan, Mount Othrys might still have a sliver of a chance to turn the tide.

However, this was war! It was a massive divine war that mobilized almost 70-80% of the power of both the old and new pantheons of the Greek World!

Only three Titan Lords remained from Mount Othrys. Driven by immediate hatred, they were drawn to the giants with limbs and the bloodline of six King of Gods. The old gods suffered a complete defeat, both strategically and tactically.

It should be noted that after Metis and Zeus persuaded the gods, most of the old and new gods were either pacified or obliterated by Mount Olympus.

The reaction was already several rounds slower than Cronus's. Even if he went down the mountain in person, he could only gather a handful of the older generation of Titan Gods, and most of them were of little use.

A massive war that was worth everything was turned into a chaotic free-for-all by the enraged Cronus, with everyone fighting their own battles and arranging fights at the village entrance.

The consequences of forcibly piecing together these troops and leaving them haphazardly on the battlefield are predictable.

That's not how you fight a war!