Can't Carry Them, Can't Carry Them 3/3

Meanwhile, in Olympus, in the Celestial Divine Court.

"Zeus, look at what that bastard has done!"

With a furious roar, a surging Aether Storm burst through the outer barrier and the gate. Hera, her face contorted with rage, strode up the steps, opened one side of her robe, and revealed her bare chest to her King of Gods husband.

The left peak, which should have been flawless and white, was now marred by a faint, dark gold-black crack.

Furthermore, with the movement of her body, waves of sharp pain seeped into Hera's heart and lungs.

"Heracles?"

Zeus frowned slightly as he looked at his disheveled and undignified wife.

"That's right! I'm going to kill that bastard, execute him, immediately!"

Hera was furious. Veins bulged on her once fair and elegant face, and her teeth clenched, filled with a murderous rage.

"You provoked me first, didn't you?"

Zeus glanced at his wife and asked casually.

"So what if he did! He actually harmed my flawless body! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"

Hera became even angrier at her husband's indifferent response.

"We had an agreement: you can indirectly test him, tempering his mind and body, but you must never use this as an excuse to personally persecute my son..."

"Zeus! You're going to favor this bastard, aren't you? Fine, if you won't do it, I'll do it myself!"

"Enough!"

Zeus's Thunderbolt Scepter crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar, instantly filling the temple dome with thunderclouds. Branching arcs of silvery light spread and crisscrossed, instantly covering the entire sky of Olympus like roots.

At the same time, the King of Gods stood up from his seat, his tall body looking down, his eyes flashing with a terrifying silver light. The powerful pressure made Hera tremble all over, and the anger in her heart was poured over her head like a bucket of ice water.

"Have you forgotten who the true king is on Olympus, my dear sister?"

Zeus stared coldly at his wife before him, asking a meaningful question.

"I apologize, Your Majesty, I lost my composure..."

Hera snapped out of her daze, gritted her teeth, lowered her proud head, and responded humbly.

For thousands of years, her King of Gods husband has been adept at resolving conflicts among the gods, maintaining balance, and solving problems with wisdom.

But when Typhon attacked Olympus and the gods were forced to retreat in defeat, it was this Wise King of Gods who stepped forward and defeated the raging Demon Ancestor Typhon.

Compared to that profound wisdom, his strength has always been far greater!

However, she had completely forgotten all of this.

"You are forbidden to lay a hand on Heracles again! The trial is to be given to Eurystheus; his glory is related to the fate of Olympus!"

"...Understood..."

The Queen Hera gritted her teeth, and finally, amidst the increasingly somber and sharp thunder, she lowered her head and responded in a muffled voice.

Zeus gave his wife a deep look, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, before coldly rebuking her with a disheartened expression.

"Go out."

"Yes, my king..."

Hera slowly retreated, and only when she reached the foot of the court did she realize that her son Ares was awkwardly squeezed in a corner, his eyes constantly darting back and forth between her and Zeus.

Clearly, the father and son had been discussing something.

"Bang!"

The Thunderbolt Scepter struck again, and the dull echo made Hera's heart skip a beat. She immediately adopted a respectful posture and stepped out of the Celestial Divine Court.

However, as soon as Hera returned to her temple and sealed the barrier, the respect on her face was immediately replaced by gloom and distortion.

In an instant, the milky-white divine power that had originally protected marriage and procreation burst forth and swept across the room, causing the sounds of objects being impacted and smashed to echo incessantly.

For a full half hour, the once elegant and magnificent temple was left in a mess, with fragments and pieces of exquisite artifacts scattered everywhere.

Along with the lifelike marble statue, it was innocently broken in two and lay horizontally on the ground.

Zeus! How dare you treat me like this! You will regret it!

Queen Hera roared with rage and resentment in her heart, filled with injustice.

Sitting on the bed, after sulking for a while, the proud white-armed goddess, her eyes flashing with cold light, rose and transformed into a stream of light, silently flying towards the Sea of Okeanos.

In the Celestial Divine Court, Zeus glanced at Ares below with a playful expression.

"I heard that you lost to Athena in the last battle for Athens?"

"Father God, I..."

Ares was extremely embarrassed when his father exposed his past.

Zeus smiled reassuringly, his tone carrying a profound meaning.

"Actually, it's nothing. To obtain that pearl, one doesn't necessarily have to do it personally. The war of the gods can be carried out by humans."

By the way, I've heard that the Spartans you protect are incredibly brave and skilled in battle. How do they compare to the Athenians?

Ares understood his father's hidden meaning. His face lit up with joy at first, but then his expression turned strange, and he gave a embarrassed reminder.

"Alas, Father God, those wretched Spartans worship Apollo, and they do not obey my commands at all."

In reality, because this God of War from Olympus represented more unjust wars and sometimes personally engaged in battles, killing without regard for friend or foe, he was always respected and kept at a distance by the Greek states.

Even the warlike Spartans, after receiving Ares' blessing, resolutely turned to the embrace of Apollo, God of Light, and most of their festivals were to commemorate Apollo, the patron god of the city-state.

They managed to steal their territory, what a bunch of losers!

Zeus's breath hitched, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Seeing the faint crackling of lightning emanating from the Father God's body, Ares hurriedly spoke up.

"Father God, my daughters, Amazon warriors, inherit my will and are ready to serve you!"

Zeus calmed his anger slightly and waved his hand somewhat listlessly.

"Then let them do it, to win you vast lands and more faith."

"Yes, Father God, I will definitely make them teach those Athenians a lesson!"

Ares Zheng pounded his chest and nodded excitedly, his tone surprisingly tinged with pride and boasting about his daughters.

After his impetuous son left excitedly to carry out his orders, Zeus slumped wearily on his throne, rubbing his aching brow.

"You're going to harm our daughter?!"

However, before this Wise King of Gods could even catch his breath, a buzzing sound that made his head throb with pain suddenly came from his mind.

"No, Metis, my dear, let me explain! The patterns that the Loom of Fate was meant to weave have been repeatedly disrupted. Athens has gathered too many unstable factors, and I must keep them within a controllable range!"

But Zeus's explanation still failed to satisfy Metis, whose mind was still filled with pain.

"I promise I won't hurt Athena!"

Everything I've done is to weaken humanity, to prevent them from amassing power enough to challenge the gods! Athena is now bound to humanity; do you really want to see me and our daughter locked in a life-or-death struggle?

The King of Gods had no choice but to pound his head and respond in a hoarse voice.

"Besides, how much time can that fool Ares hold off Athens? Do you really think our daughter is inferior to that brute from before?"

Finally, the goddess he was "madly in love" with stopped causing trouble.

Exhausted, Zeus leaned back on his throne to catch his breath and recover for a moment. Just as he was about to remind Ares to control the scales, he suddenly saw a sneaky figure leave the Celestial Divine Court and immediately slip into the palace of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love.

The wise King of Gods was speechless, and roared with grief and indignation in his heart.

What the hell is going on?!