Bomb Vest Athena 2/4

Because the records of the goddess of Ananke, are actually mainly derived from the Orphic Cult, which, like the Primal Serpent Ophion, is a fabrication!

According to the Orphic Cult theogony, Nyx is considered a triadic goddess, possessing three different identities: she can be Ananke, the goddess of destiny; Adrasthea, the goddess of natural law; and Hermene, the goddess of cause and effect.

Damn, this matches up perfectly!

Connecting most of the clues, Samael was somewhat bewildered as he pieced together the Orphic Cult pantheon in his mind.

Since the goddess Ananke, whose destiny is predetermined, was fabricated by some genius taught by Orpheus, then her consort, the first Incarnation Chronos, must also be a fabrication.

Of course, this supreme god of Orphic Cult must have a prototype in Greek Mythology. Who could it be?

Chronos, the super- Primordial Gods of Orphic Cult, whose essence is ineffable, descended and manifested as the Primate Murder, the root of time, creating chaos and order.

His power is singular, superior to all things, existing before the beginning, and he created chaos and order, even the One. He is often confused with the Titan King Cronus...

Etc!

Time...space... the Authority of Destiny ...representing beginningless, endless, and eternal...

Samael looked down at the Cross Spear in his hand, which had transformed into a black scythe, and his lips twitched violently.

If he remembers correctly, the Primal Serpent Ophion and the goddess of order Euryonome are depicted as representing the gods Cronus and Rhea.

Therefore, he was confused with Cronus...

Who compiled the Orphic Cult Bible?! Step forward, and I promise I won't kill her!

Tch, I don't even want to think about it. Someone who would do something as ruthless as undermining the Olympus and shaking the authority of the orthodox Titan Gods lineage is most likely a heartless sycophant of the Mount of Ares.

Okay, this isn't just a nagging little cotton-padded jacket anymore, it's been upgraded to a bomb vest!

Firstly, Chronos? Even Chaos, the true primordial god of chaos in Greece, killed my son! You want your father to die even faster, don't you?

Athena, you're definitely asking for trouble again! Raising you would have been worse than bringing your placenta home back then; you'll ruin me sooner or later!

Samael, having inadvertently discovered a certain future possibility, turned as black as the bottom of a pot, veins bulging on his forehead, and imagined hanging his good-for-nothing daughter from a tree and whipping her a hundred times over.

Furthermore, according to the Holy Scriptures, Ananke and Chronos were husband and wife, so what about Hecate and me...?

The ancient serpent's brow twitched, and he immediately dismissed his speculation. Facing the indifferent and gloomy Goddess of the Dark Moon, he forced a stiff smile, took several deep breaths, and finally managed to calm himself down before solemnly pondering.

"If I remember correctly, Tartarus, the god of the abyss, inherited the demon Demon Ancestor Typhon and was able to move freely between the underworld and the human world, and he was extremely powerful."

Therefore, even if the old gods cannot break free from the void and gain physical form, once they are gone, they should not have fallen to your current state...

Not only are you unable to leave the Underworld, but judging from the current situation, you're even having trouble maintaining your physical form, aren't you? You'll probably soon return to nothingness and become part of the Rules...

Hecate's pale purple cherry lips were pressed tightly together, and her usually lifeless eyes showed a rare hint of annoyance.

"Our old gods' return is the path woven by Zeus on the Loom of Fate! Son of the treacherous Cronus!"

Old cunning bastard!

Samael's lips twitched, clearly understanding what Zeus was planning.

Humanity's decline, through the succession and iteration of races, quickly led to the decline of the divine age. That old scoundrel Zeus actually took advantage of this to manipulate the Loom of Fate, arranging the deaths of a whole bunch of miscellaneous old gods.

Those older Titan Gods who vanished due to weakness or fell into eternal silence were all mysteriously and inexplicably plotted against.

No wonder the Greek World is so clean now. Presumably, apart from the Olympian Gods led by Zeus, the Ocean Gods led by Poseidon, and the gods of the underworld led by Hades, there shouldn't be many Old Gods left who could pose a threat to Zeus.

Hecate was clearly one of the victims who was tricked.

Furthermore, the old gods will likely hold humanity responsible for their weakened state.

Using someone else to do the dirty work, and even framing someone else—that's incredibly insidious!

After understanding the details, Samael angrily cursed, but after calming down a bit, he smiled with narrowed eyes and moved closer to Hecate.

"You have a grudge against Zeus? So that's your reason for helping me."

"..."

"Don't worry, helping is helping. In return, I'll find a way to destroy the spinning Loom of Fate that weaves the [Yuanwen], and incidentally remove the hidden dangers on you, but in return..."

As they passed each other, a wisp of purplish-red blood flowed from between Samael's fingers, quietly seeping into Hecate's extremely unstable divine body. This blood, originating from Tiamat's life power, temporarily alleviated the illusory feeling on Hecate's body.

The ancient serpent lowered its head beside the Goddess of the Dark Moon, its expression growing cold and its gaze sinister.

"... Don't lay a hand on me! Otherwise, I'll send you straight back to the void. If you're hoping Thanatos and the other two will help you revive, they won't survive either!"

Hecate frowned slightly, glancing at the two believers outside the barrier who were completely unaware of what was happening, looking at her with adoration. The antagonism that had been building up in her heart was gradually diluted by harmony.

"I have no interest in living a life trapped in human bodies. However, they have been blessed by my divine power. Once I can no longer maintain my existence, my scattered divine power will automatically flow into their bodies. The side effect is that they will have a certain synchronization with the former Hecate. But even so, this will be beneficial to them. Don't think of gods as so despicable!"

Upon hearing this, Samael smiled ambiguously, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, though he remained vigilant, he secretly relaxed considerably.

Perhaps I'm just being a bit paranoid, seeing everyone as if they harbor ill intentions.

In fact, Diodorus's "Historical Collection" records that the Witch Goddess Circe and the Witch Medea were both daughters of Hecate. Even if the three were not actually related by blood, the two girls were undoubtedly Hecate's successors in power and magic.

After feeling somewhat relieved, Samael was just about to make an alliance with Hecate to fight against Zeus, and also to go through the motions of swearing an oath to Goddess of Oaths Styx.

But suddenly, the Elysium spring-like paradise was transformed into a darkening sky, with leaden-gray clouds gathering and swirling in the air.

"Whoosh!"

A black Cross Spear whistled through the air, snapping the vegetation in its path, and its blade pierced through the shoulder of a figure.

The domineering force dragged a middle-aged man with a sinister face from the nursery, sliding him rapidly backward until he was brutally pinned to an ancient tree, only then did it stop its momentum.

A dark light, mixed with a sinister aura, emanated from the inner wall of the Elysium. It arrived in an instant, grabbing the man's neck with one hand, its Serpent Eyes filled with murderous intent.

"What are you doing?!"

"Rot with me... No one will leave here alive..."

The middle-aged man appeared deranged, his eyes filled with venom.

In an instant, four jet-black beams of light, one large and three small, descended from the lead-gray clouds, accompanied by a surging Death Qi that withered all the grasses along their path.

The ancient Serpent Eyes contracted sharply, its divine intent like a drawn sword, slashing forward and scattering the surging gray mist, revealing several figures within.

The leading figure was a middle-aged male god whose face was quite ordinary, unlike the handsome and majestic one on the Titan Gods. He wore a magnificent helmet with dark divine runes engraved on it, which caused the surrounding space to distort slightly and his figure to become faintly transparent. He held a black, sheathed longsword in his hand, which drew grooves in the ground as he dragged it forward.

Behind them, three people dressed in black armor and robes stood guard, forming a triangular formation.

"Awoo!"

At the same time, a fierce roar came from the side of the middle-aged man. There was a three-headed hellhound with pitch-black hellfire all over its body. The uninvited guest who had rushed into the underworld howled and bared its teeth. In its slightly off-key voice, there seemed to be an indescribable joy.

"This is forbidden territory for living creatures; you shouldn't have come..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were dark as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. The blade, accompanied by a clear, cold whistling sound, revealed its sharpness inch by inch.

In the Elysium, everyone who was busy explaining their purpose to the Heroic Spirit suddenly changed their expressions, their pupils contracting sharply.

King Hades, the Underworld Judge of the underworld, the Cerberus!

That bastard just now, I don't know what method he used, to send a message to Hades!