Teacher Ma, Very Honorable in Combat 3/3

"Damn it! What are you bastards doing! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Cronus roared furiously and struggled desperately.

Beneath the deep sea, as Poseidon wielded his Sea King's Trident, three dark whirlpools formed beneath the feet of the Titan Gods.

The eerie passageway extended into the inner side of the three interlocking copper walls, which were engraved with intricate incantations.

"The three Titan Gods will replace the three Hecatoncheires to fill the void of the Abyss. This is the agreement I made with Tartarus."

"I hope you like your new home, dear father and uncles..."

Zeus lightly tapped his Thunderbolt Scepter, a sinister sneer on his face, and silver lightning pierced through Cronus's still-struggling arm.

As blood splattered, severed limbs, connected by muscles and bones, along with the Scythe of Time, fell into the surging waves.

Despite rapidly repairing his body, the severely wounded Cronus's divine power was disrupted and he could no longer resist the tearing force from the abyss of Tartarus.

The three Titan Gods sank inch by inch, and in an instant, most of their bodies were swallowed up.

"You bastard! I curse you! I curse you!"

"You will be replaced by your own offspring just like me! Your fate will only be more miserable than mine!"

"I'll be waiting for you down there, Zeus!!!"

As Cronus continued to sink, in despair, his eyes blazing with fury, he hurled a venomous curse at his own bloodline.

When the last glimmer of the Old Gods was completely swallowed by the abyss of Tartarus, the age of Olympus Shiki began.

Zeus looked at his two brothers and three sisters who had accompanied him, and the smile on his face turned dark.

Meanwhile, the Olympian King of Gods's expression grew increasingly grim as his gaze fell upon his wife Metis's pregnant belly, which was on the verge of giving birth.

While the gods were busy scheming against each other, an inconspicuous black fish darted out like lightning from the unnoticed rocky reefs.

Its upper and lower jaws stretched wide, swallowing the fallen gray-black scythe and half an arm whole.

Immediately, the blackfish followed the undercurrent, flicked its tail, and burrowed into the belly of a humpback whale, gnawing at its flesh and forcing the monster to flee with a mournful cry.

Several days later, the exhausted humpback whale crashed into a pile of rocks, its body covered in bloody wounds, its body bobbing with the waves, and its life gradually dying out.

"Buzz!"

A sudden, violent tremor struck, and Samael, who was hiding in the belly of the giant whale, paled.

Inside the abdominal cavity, the gray-black scythe, which had been enveloped and corroded by the golden light of the Fate Tablet, immediately pierced through the layer of light that imprisoned it.

The gray-black light patterns twisted and spread, and the power of creation and destruction in space and time was then released to the outside world bit by bit.

In an instant, the giant whale carcass touched by the aftershocks of the spacetime power had half of its body turn to ash and peel away.

Samael, who was the first to be affected, reverted to his serpentine form, with his scales withering away and his flesh rotting and falling off.

But a Camel Thorn -like, luminous bud, emerging with layers of green, a faint yet tenacious vitality, spreads and proliferates from the skeleton of the forest.

As soon as the regenerative organ continued to function in the abdominal cavity, the destructive power from the Scythe of Time caused the flesh to disintegrate and peel off once again.

After being washed several times, the budding light of the Immortal Herb was on the verge of collapse.

Driven by an intense will to survive, the Spirit Core that had accumulated in his stomach melted rapidly, and the complex Aether Tide frantically maintained the body's vitality, attempting to suppress the rampage of the Scythe of Time.

Sure enough, I was still too greedy.

Samael was in unbearable pain and filled with regret, yet he had no choice but to endure the torment of two forces.

Half of his body was skeletal and the other half was full of flesh and blood. His body was curled up in a ball, and his consciousness gradually swayed and blurred under the influence of rebirth and decay.

At the critical moment, countless Golden Light Patterns emerged and coalesced from the dim, yellowish-brown particles within the host's body, pouring into the host's limbs and bones.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and Samael subconsciously connected the two ends, forming a perfect circular loop, his mind buzzing with divine intent.

"I will not die!"

"I am complete!"

"I am the world!"

"It is an infinite circle, the principle of destiny— Ouroboros!"

Suddenly, under the divine pronouncements, the patterns on the Fate Tablet gradually coalesced into the divine design of Ouroboros.

Samael, as the host, maintains a certain balance between life and death by connecting head and tail.

The struggling, buzzing Scythe of Time, under endless cycles, saw its light of resistance grow dimmer and weaker, eventually subsiding.

The serpent's mark, little by little, broke through the barrier of the gray-black divine power, gradually and deeply imprinting itself onto this divine artifact.

In this state between sleep and wakefulness, it felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like an eternity.

Finally, Samael felt the chaotic time-manipulating power within his body completely contained within the Scythe of Time, its head and tail unfurling, and his consciousness slowly returned.

However, as soon as the divine mandate was lifted, the Ouroboros entered an "infinite" special dormant state.

The lingering sensations of pain, numbness, itching, and tingling, which erupt later, continue to gnaw at one's nerves.

At the same time, as its aura leaked out, the ancient serpent sensed that many sea monsters were gathering in the vicinity.

In his frantic state, he immediately leaped into the water and rushed towards the shore with the waves.

But the sudden switch from sea to land caused the man's heart to clench violently, and his vision to go black.

With sheer willpower, Samael managed to overcome the physical strain and stagger across the beach.

As they entered a more secluded valley, the ancient snake relaxed its guard slightly and then collapsed headfirst into the side of a tree with oval, broad leaves and slightly gray bark.

I can't sleep!

As soon as Samael touched the ground, he bit his lower lip with his steel teeth, forcing himself to snap back to reality.

This is the perilous Age of Gods. To fall unconscious in the wilderness is tantamount to delivering takeout to the nearby gods and monsters. Such a death would be extremely unjust.

The ancient snake, leaning against the old tree beside it, swayed as it tried to get up.

Unexpectedly, a steady and rhythmic sound of footsteps came from inside the valley and echoed behind him.

Did we actually stumble into the lair of gods and monsters? Could we be that unlucky?

Samael's heart sank, his Serpent Eyes shrank to the size of pinholes, gathering the little divine power he had left in his body, intending to fight back.

"Guest from afar, since you are injured, don't act impulsively."

Just as the ancient serpent's aura reached its peak, poised to strike, an arm gently pressed on his shoulder, and a gentle voice spoke.

"Get some sleep, I'll figure out how to help you..."

Samael subconsciously turned around and his gaze fell on the blond-haired, green-eyed figure who exuded a natural and approachable aura.

Immediately, when the shifting gaze reflected the blond man's four long, slender legs, the ancient snake rolled its eyes and fainted with a sigh of relief.

Well, long legs are a treat for foot fetishists, and since it's him, safety shouldn't be a problem.