Zeus's Blood and Tears Accusation 2/3

Olympus, beset by various troubles and somewhat overwhelmed, rubbed Zeus forehead, leaned back on his throne, and closed his eyes for a short rest.

However, as a gentle breeze wafted in from outside the palace, a delicate fragrance filled his nostrils, instantly invigorating the somewhat weary Wise King of Gods, who subconsciously followed the scent.

Before he knew it, Zeus came to his senses and found himself standing in front of his wife Hera's magnificent palace.

Hera sat reclining on her Golden Throne, looking somewhat melancholy due to loneliness, her flawless white arms wiping away feigned tears from her beautiful face.

Realizing that he had neglected his wife for a long time, the King of Gods felt a pang of guilt and slowly stepped forward.

After all, Hera, without her usual irritable and jealous demeanor, appeared even more pitiful and endearing when she looked tearful and resentful.

Zeus, his heart burning with passion, naturally stepped forward and embraced his wife's shoulders, gently comforting her with sweet words.

However, as Zeus's thick, bronze-colored arm touched his wife's fair arm, his mind, which was immersed in the web of love, was instantly jolted awake by a needle-like pain.

Not good!

The King of Gods suddenly awoke, but it was too late.

The strong chains that stretched from the Golden Throne, under Hera's cold manipulation, spread like venomous snakes towards Zeus's limbs, binding him tightly.

Almost instantly, as a trident pierced the air and revealed its true form, a salty, briny scent of the sea swept in from the right side of the Golden Throne. The profound and vast Authority over the Seas formed a pressure of billions of tons, shattering the wisp of divine power that Zeus had just gathered.

King of Gods Zeus, groaned in silence, about to resist again, when Queen Hera, clasped her fingers together and gave a cold shout. The chains binding her husband's limbs tightened further, digging into his flesh like giant pythons.

This imprisoning artifact, crafted by the Hephaestus the Craftsman God, had divine runes that flickered and swirled, frantically intercepting the bound divine power, forcing even Zeus to struggle to break free for a time.

Once these runes are completely imprinted on his body, deep within his blood and divine core, he will become a pitiful creature, like Hera, imprisoned on Golden Throne.

"Get out of my way!"

In this precarious situation, the Wise King of Gods was enraged. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and a strange and mysterious rhythm spread from the mountainside to this place, as if the creaking sound of a spinning wheel could be heard in his ears.

Poseidon and Hera stood there stunned, their grip loosening.

In that moment of distraction, the enraged Zeus seized the opportunity, summoning his Thunderbolt Scepter. Lightning, like exploding fireworks, swept through Hera's temple, turning countless exquisite artifacts into fragments and debris.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the arcs of light from the rhinoceros darted and converged before falling downwards. The summoned lightning power, amidst a deafening roar, relentlessly and violently impacted the Queen of Gods Hera. The dazzling divine might made the surroundings a white blur, obscuring all vision.

Zeus knew very well that to get out of his predicament, he had to first get rid of his wife who controlled the Golden Throne.

Moreover, even if she takes a solid hit, she will only be injured and will not die for the time being.

This punishment is already considered lenient for a sinner who attempted to overthrow divine authority.

However, at that very moment, the air to the left of the Golden Throne began to ripple strangely, and a figure holding a shield appeared at the critical juncture, smashing the golden shield into the ground and blocking it between the Thunderbolt Scepter and Hera.

"Boom!"

In an instant, King of Gods Zeus, struck the golden shield in a furious rage. Amidst the deafening explosion, the earth-shattering force caused space to twist and shatter violently. Athena, who had withstood this immense divine power, couldn't help but let out a soft groan from behind the shield.

If the enemy retreats, this meticulously planned rebellion will be in vain.

Athena clenched her teeth, her well-defined arm muscles tensed, her feet slightly apart, and her body sank, dissipating the force in all directions.

Instantly, the ground, inscribed with intricate incantations, cracked inch by inch, and the entire temple shook violently, dust falling in a flurry. The divine patterns on the building's surface gradually faded and peeled away, and spiderweb-like cracks spread everywhere.

The power of faith that Hera had accumulated over a thousand years and poured into this place was almost completely depleted.

So strong!

The three conspired to kill Zeus, but Zeus was suddenly alarmed and dared not hold back. He frantically activated his divine power to hasten the imprisonment of Zeus.

Poseidon held his trident high, and a massive tsunami erupted in the Stormy Sea Region of the distant Sea of Okeanos. Ten beams of light of different colors rose from the vortex, intertwining and converging into a chaotic gray-black wave that echoed the azure light patterns that appeared above Olympus.

As Sea King swung his weapon forward, a chaotic torrent formed by the fusion of the powers of the Ten Machine God surged forth like an inverted celestial river, crashing powerfully against Zeus's back. It not only shattered the divine shield around him but also caused him to stumble, further tightening the restraining chains around him.

Athena then stepped forward and swung her scepter, knocking aside Zeus's other arm to prevent him from summoning another Goatskin Divine Shield to protect himself.

Zeus, who had repeatedly lost the initiative, was greatly alarmed, for he had seriously underestimated this rebellion.

Athena inherited the King of Gods Bloodline, and in terms of power, she was no less than him. Even the full force of the Thunderbolt Scepter could not shatter the defensive weapon, the Goatskin Divine Shield.

Poseidon's Authority over the Seas is not to be underestimated, and the power of that sudden chaotic wave was something he had not anticipated.

Although Hera's own strength was limited, the chains of restraint she manipulated were painstakingly crafted by the Hephaestus the Craftsman God, and even he was helpless against them.

What's even more infuriating is that the three of them, not content with secretly colluding, actually resorted to underhanded tactics to conceal the ambush and disrupt his mind.

Even though he, as a King of Gods, possessed extraordinary abilities, he was now nearing his limit, and if things continued this way, he would inevitably face imprisonment.

There was no other way but to take a risky gamble.

Zeus's mind raced, and he gritted his teeth, making a firm decision. He then stomped his feet on the ground, his back muscles bulging violently, and his eyes flashed with silver-white lightning. Instantly, dark clouds gathered over the Sea of Okeanos, and thunderstorms accumulated within the clouds, quickly forming a sharp spear of lightning. With a brutal slash, it parted the seawater, revealing three bronze secret doors deep within the seabed, inscribed with intricate incantations.

This is something you brought on yourselves!

The King of Gods, having exhausted his physical strength to still obey commands, unleashed his power, his silver-white eyes gazing at the sea surface where towering waves were rising. He wielded his Thunderbolt Scepter with all his might, choosing to gamble everything.

"Boom!"

The Thunder Spear melted into the three bronze secret gates without any hindrance, drawing a brilliant arc in the gloomy and gray sky above the underworld, like a silver-white meteor falling straight down towards a certain place.

Right now, in the Caucasus Mountains.

The group gathered at the Mount of Ares of Mount Ares sensed the overwhelming divine power in the sky and subconsciously looked up at the sky above Olympus.

Medusa gazed at the thunderstorms that resembled silver dragons dancing in the clouds, instinctively gripping Samael's arm, her eyes filled with worry, and she murmured a question.

"Will Athena be in danger?"

Samael patted Medusa's hand gently, chuckling comfortingly.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine."

"But what if Zeus wielded his Thunderbolt Scepter..."

Medusa still felt a little uneasy and subconsciously continued to ask questions, clearly genuinely worried about Athena's safety.

As if these fears had come true, a silvery pillar of light descended from the Sea of Okeanos, and the sea surface was churned with towering waves.

Samael gazed into the distance, his eyes narrowing, a sinister smile curving his lips.

"Then Zeus will only be defeated even faster!"

At this time, in the underworld, in the Elysium.

A silver-white beam of light, densely covered with tadpole-shaped divine patterns, crashed into the Ley Lines, intending to unleash the Taboo of the Gods.

However, as soon as the divine power, a mixture of thunder and fate, touched the ground, layers of dark golden light patterns surged out, shattering the silver-white pillar of light piece by piece with an almost overwhelming force.

"Puff!"

Inside the Ra in Olympus, the silver-white lightning symbol on Zeus's forehead suddenly dimmed, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark Reverse Blood, his expression was listless, and the Thunderbolt Scepter in his hand clattered to the ground.

As the divine power of the Wise King of Gods Zeus was exhausted through his stubborn resistance, the restraining chains on the Golden Throne seized the opportunity to embed repressive divine runes into Zeus's blood and marrow, enveloping his divine core.

At this moment, Zeus, who could only struggle to hold on, looked at the Thunderbolt Scepter on the ground that was wailing incessantly, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Which bastard added a restriction composed of the Authority of Destiny inside the Elysium!