The King Has Always Been Generous 2/3

After the meal, the leader of Crete Island, whose excitement had slightly subsided, sat in the hut, recalling the Great Sacrifice, and felt inexplicably uneasy.

It seems to be going too smoothly.

Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted by, Pyrrha, the wife, draped in a light veil, her milk-white skin still glistening with water droplets, gazed at her husband with seductive eyes, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The whispers in his ear stirred a fire within Deucalion, causing him to temporarily forget his unease.

Humans are no longer burdened with the arduous task of serving the gods with all their energy, and food is plentiful. Isn't this a good life? What is there to worry about?

"Honey, let's have more children."

Then, Deucalion leaned close to his wife's ear and breathed hot air into her ear.

The blazing flames danced and rose in the eyes of the man and woman, their intertwined figures extinguishing the flames and beginning the magnificent reproduction of life.

Meanwhile, on the Peloponnese Peninsula, in the nascent city of Mycenae.

Several figures seemed to sense something, rushed out of the house, went onto the street, and frowned as they looked up at the night sky.

As the clouds scattered across the sky, streaks of crimson light, like meteors, streaked from different directions, trailing long fiery tails as they swept across the heavens and converged at Olympus.

A cold wind blew, and four figures on the street had different expressions.

Tina remained bewildered and confused, her blinking Cross Star Pupils seeming to be watching a meteor shower with great interest.

Medusa gently bit her cherry lips, looked at the humans living in the city of Bi, and then glanced at Prometheus's dwelling, her eyes filled with worry.

Athena's eyes flickered as she raised her hand to stroke her chin, lost in thought.

Samael sighed helplessly, feeling inexplicably tired.

A silent murmur arose in the hearts of the three.

Or perhaps, it's coming...

In Olympus, on Mount Olympus, in the magnificent golden hall, the Sacred Flame burns brightly.

Zeus, the King of Gods, holding Thunderbolt Scepter and gripping Goatskin Divine Shield, surrounded by blue and white arcs of light, was the first to arrive and waited on his throne.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining Olympian Gods, including Apollo, God of Light who drove the Sun Chariot, Artemis, Goddess of Hunting who held a bow and arrow, and Poseidon, King of the Sea, the god of the sea who drove a seahorse out of the water, arrived one after another. After paying their respects to the King of Gods, they rose and took their seats.

"Your Majesty, it's so late. Why did you light the Sacred Flame and summon us so urgently? Is there something important? Is war about to break out?"

Ares, God of War, suddenly brightened up as he pondered. He couldn't help but lick his dry lips, his eyes flashing with excitement and madness, his heart burning with passion.

Zeus frowned as he looked at his handsome and strong son, who exuded an aura of tyranny.

Although Ares was the son of Ares and Hera, he had a rather wicked personality and loved to wear armor, wield weapons, and fight with his servants in the palace.

Scenes of splattered blood and severed limbs, the thrill of the strong abusing the weak, and the twisted nature of trampling on life—these are what he loves most.

Even though he was given the power of a god of war, this power was often associated with killing, destruction, terror, and disaster.

Therefore, what he represents is an unjust war.

Rather than a god of war who determines the fate of city-states, it would be more appropriate to call him a god of battle who acts like a brute.

In Ares, Zeus seemed to see all the flaws of the ancient Titans; the contours of his face and his personality also overlapped quite a bit with his father Cronus in his memory.

Therefore, the wise Olympian King of Gods disliked this son very much.

However, by speaking, he saved himself the trouble of getting to the point.

Zeus looked around, and when the atmosphere returned to solemnity, he slowly spoke.

"Humans have performed Great Sacrifice, offering sacrifices to the gods. As is customary, I have specially summoned you to hold a feast and enjoy the offerings from humankind."

Upon hearing this, Ares frowned, looking somewhat dejected, while the other gods breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease.

However, when this Olympian King of Gods summoned the offerings to the table, peeled back the grease to reveal the stark white bones beneath, the atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, and the gods' faces darkened with rage.

After each grand Great Sacrifice, the feasts of Olympus would often feature the most important human offerings, displayed prominently and shared as a sign of favor and appreciation.

But now these things have brought them unprecedented humiliation, and their faces are grim.

Even Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, frowned slightly, her eyes showing surprise.

"Father God, the sacrifices of mankind have insulted you and the gods! They must be punished! Please let me teach them a lesson in blood!"

Ares suddenly stood up, cracking his knuckles, grinning maliciously, his face full of eager anticipation.

War! War! Only by starting a war and letting him taste blood will everything become so wonderful.

However, the gods fell silent at this moment, their gazes secretly scrutinizing the King of Gods sitting high on the throne.

"Your Majesty, as far as I know, these humans have done their utmost in their sacrifices to us."

They were, after all, merely earthly beings, and because of the frequent service they were receiving, they were on the verge of collapse, which is why they chose to deceive the gods.

Hestia, who was in the corner, hesitated for a moment, then slightly parted her lips, breaking the silence in the hall.

Seeing that someone had started, the relatively moderate faction, including Demeter, the goddess of agriculture; Apollo, God of Light; Artemis, Goddess of Hunting; Hephaestus, the god of fire, successively spoke up in agreement.

"Indeed, the gods should show magnanimity."

Zeus pondered for a moment, his brow relaxed slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully.

"We can't let them get away with this! They've been insulted and are still expected to expand the world for humanity. What dignity do the gods have left?"

Seeing that the King of Gods' attitude had softened, Ares, with his fiery temper, glared fiercely at the few gods who had spoken, his expression grim.

"Indeed, humans have insulted the gods and deserve punishment. Why should they worship us if they yield without any restraint?"

Zeus spoke calmly, but then changed the subject.

"However, a large-scale massacre is unnecessary, but a little punishment is reasonable."

But since there is some controversy, let's vote by raising our hands.

After saying this, the hot-tempered Ares was the first to raise his hand, followed by Hera, Aphrodite, Hermes, and a host of other neutrals.

Several moderates also largely agreed with the King of Gods's approach, and together with Hestia, they raised their hands in approval.

Zeus looked around, nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand and cast his vote, sealing the deal.

"Since our celebration cannot proceed..."

As he pondered, the Olympian King of Gods's gaze fell upon a certain spot, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Then, Hestia, you shall collect the fire from the earth, preventing the flames from rising and burning, so that humanity may also taste this bitterness..."

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Hestia looked slightly taken aback, but finally pursed her lips, lowered her head, and reluctantly agreed.

The gods' expressions hardened, their eyes flashing.