Disaster of the Stars! 4.8k

The Caucasus Mountains, at their summit.

As Samael, Atalanta, Medusa arrived, Heracles, who was in charge, had already broken the chains binding Prometheus and was helping the human prophet to sit down and rest, along with his companion, the horse Teacher Chiron.

The ancient serpent found the scene intriguing.

In Greek Mythology, it was Heracles who fulfilled his duty as a human being and rescued Prometheus, the human prophet and mentor, from the sea of suffering in the Caucasus Mountains.

However, Zeus interfered, so Hercules had to find Chiron, who was wounded by a poisoned arrow, to replace Prometheus.

Furthermore, in order to fully carry out Zeus's judgment, Prometheus had to wear an iron ring forever, with a pebble from the Caucasus Mountains set in the ring.

In this way, the King of Gods could proudly proclaim that his enemies were still chained to the cliffs of the Caucasus Mountains, and that the authority of Olympus was not to be desecrated.

However, as Sisyphus said, those who laugh at others sometimes inadvertently become the laughingstock themselves.

Now, it's Zeus's turn to perform.

Just then, a chirping sound came from the sky, and a Caucasus Eagle swooped down and landed on Samael's outstretched arm, happily preening its feathers.

"You're finally here! I'm so sick of all the food around here..."

A Caucasus prisoner with a thick, bushy beard and rough skin from being exposed to the wind and sun spread his arms and slowly approached his old friend, jokingly complaining.

The ancient serpent stepped forward to embrace Prometheus, gently patted his back, and laughed heartily.

"Okay, what do you want to eat? I'll cook it later. But the important thing is, the Olympus performance is waiting for you."

Upon hearing this, the prophet gazed at the gradually calming storm clouds and the Mountain of the Gods, and couldn't help but smile with delight. He leaned close to Samael's ear and teased him.

"Then, my dear God of Opportunity, Your Highness Poros, take me with you to welcome the end of Olympus."

The ancient serpent smiled and nodded, then took a deep breath, gently closed its eyes, crossed its hands in front of it, and its fingertips glowed with a silver-gray divine light as it swung down with great force.

Under the rhythm of spatial power, the rift leading to Olympus was formed.

Just as Samael was preparing to lead the people of Mount of Ares to the Ra, the Sea of Okeanos behind them roared and thundered incessantly, as if a pair of invisible giant hands were trying to tear the sky apart and completely suppress Zeus's stubborn resistance to any trace of divine authority.

Poseidon, you're too impatient...

The ancient Serpent Eyes, gazing back at the dark, cloud- Sea of Okeanos, and murmured softly.

At this moment, the power of the ocean is still gathering frantically, and giant waves are rising one after another, hundreds of meters... thousands of feet... tens of thousands of feet...

Samael's face was grim, and his gaze was solemn.

Something seems off... He didn't remember Poseidon's powers being this strong...

Meanwhile, at Olympus, at the Ra.

As Zeus's counterattack grew weaker, his defeat became inevitable.

Seeing the throne within his grasp, Poseidon pressed his trident down on Zeus's shoulder, forcing him to kneel. He impatiently intensified his use of the Authority over the Seas, his eyes blazing, and declared triumphantly from his superior position.

"Zeus, you have sat in this position long enough. Surrender! If you submit to me and acknowledge me as your king, I will forgive your sins!"

"Ha, you think you're worthy to usurp power? Even if I were to give it to you, could you handle it?"

Zeus looked disdainful, then turned to Hera and Athena, his mockery of Poseidon growing even stronger.

"Then let's see if I'm qualified to replace you!"

Enraged, Poseidon's eyes turned bloodshot as he wildly brandished his trident. Under the flashing blue light, billions of tons of seawater relentlessly bombarded Zeus, causing the King of Gods to cough up blood and his body to sink deeper into the ground.

As if sensing the Sea King's anger, twelve pillars of light shot up from the stormy sea, intersecting and merging to form a chaotic torrent that spread and expanded across the sky.

Correspondingly, waves surged on the sea surface, layer upon layer, engulfing several swathes of seawater that had turned pure black, sweeping across with a roar.

In an instant, one after another, isolated islands were swallowed up. Wherever the giant waves passed, walls collapsed, houses crumbled, trees were broken, and even birds and beasts could not escape. The scene was one of devastation!

"You're insane!"

Just then, Athena's cold shout reached Poseidon's ears.

As if waking from a dream, Sea King, resonating with his powers, gazed at the Sea of Okeanos, at the towering waves that had swallowed dozens of islands and were now sweeping towards the city-states along the Greek mainland coast, and his expression changed slightly.

If a tsunami of this magnitude were to make landfall, the entire Peloponnese Peninsula would be completely submerged.

What's even more deadly is that this seems to be just the first wave!

If this happens several more times, and the Greek land is ravaged by floods, it could potentially lead to the complete extinction of the human race.

"Let go!"

Athena's gaze was icy, and her voice rose.

"No! This is our best chance. We're just one step away from success!"

Poseidon gritted his teeth and glared at the prisoners whose divine core was about to be completely eroded and sealed. Instead, he put even more pressure on Zeus, intending to make the success of this rebellion a certainty before the Great Flood arrived.

"Bang!"

Seeing that Poseidon was still determined to go his own way, Athena did not hesitate to swing her golden scepter, sweeping it horizontally and knocking away the swirling trident.

"You!"

The sudden defection of his ally caused Poseidon, caught off guard, to stumble backward. Once he regained his footing, he was filled with rage.

However, Athena, who had successfully disrupted Poseidon's maritime powers, did not show any relief on her face; instead, her expression became even more stagnant.

Because, when Hera looked out at the Goddess of Wisdom, Sea of Okeanos, she discovered that even without Poseidon and his trident, the waves of the sea were still stacked high, and their power was even greater.

That inexplicable feeling of palpitation came wave after wave.

It seems that something terrifying is about to emerge from the deep sea.

Upon seeing this, Athena's heart sank to the bottom. She immediately withdrew her Goatskin Divine Shield and hurriedly rushed outside the temple.

"No, you can't!"

Poseidon, looking like a madman, hurriedly got up, suppressing Zeus while trying to stop him, even lowering his stance and speaking softly to remind him.

"Athena, have you forgotten your mother, who is still imprisoned inside Zeus's body? Have you forgotten the fear and humiliation Zeus has inflicted upon us? This is our best chance, and perhaps our only chance!"

The Goddess of Wisdom at the door paused briefly, turned around, and gave a cold smile.

"Idiot, what's the point of seizing the throne if Greece is swept away by storms and tsunamis!"

Besides, as long as I live, if I can defeat Zeus once, I can defeat him a second time!

"Right now, I'm very busy. As for this boring game, I don't have time to continue playing with you guys."

The instant Athena resolutely stepped out of the temple, a silvery shadow swept across the sky, folded its wings, and landed in front of the courtyard, snorting gently. The pointed horn on its head and the pure white wings were none other than Pegasus, the winged horse.

You're not mad at me, are you, Dad...?

The Goddess of Wisdom reached out and grasped the reins of the celestial horse, then mounted it. A knowing smile appeared on her face, and the slight apprehension she had felt vanished.

"Poseidon, for the sake of our alliance, let me give you one last piece of advice: wake up! Is this really the power you should have? The Sea of Okeanos is in serious trouble. Aren't you worried at all about your own Atlantis?"

Athena casually uttered a warning, then spurred her winged horse into the sky, heading straight for the gateway to the Peloponnese Peninsula, the Mycenae kingdom.

At this moment, a transparent ripple in the air, slightly wriggling, revealed the form of the Sleeping God, who also quietly withdrew.

Atlantis... I am Atlantis!

Poseidon seemed to awaken from a dream, looking at the Stormy Sea Region that was spreading with the chaotic currents and constantly expanding. His expression was uncertain. He was reluctant to give up, but he was also very unwilling.

Zeus is now at his last gasp. Even without Athena, with the combined strength of Hera and me, and given more time, we can still...

"Clang!"

Just as Poseidon was wavering, a blue-white arc of light suddenly exploded before his eyes, and chaotic lightning spread to his limbs and bones, instantly plunging him into a brief state of paralysis. The trident in his hand was also knocked away by the force of the lightning.

"Buzz!"

Amidst a tingling, chilling sensation, Zeus raised his Thunderbolt Scepter, its tip aimed directly at Poseidon's brow.

As a price, Hera manipulated the chains, which were now completely embedded in the flesh and blood of this King of Gods, sealing his divine core.

Zeus, positioned in the center, remained silent for a moment, then turned the brick toward Hera and smiled faintly.

"My love, if you want to take my life, then go ahead. After all, I have repeatedly broken my marriage vows, and your revenge is justified."

"No, Your Majesty, I just..."

Hera was taken aback by what she heard and instinctively shook her head.

"If it's just about venting your anger, then this farce has been enough! Let go, and I swear to Goddess of Oaths Styx, that you will be exempt from any punishment!"

Zeus then turned cold and hard, his voice low and deep, his eyes fixed intently on his wife.

The Queen of Heaven was immediately thrown into turmoil. With just a few words from Zeus, the resentment and anger that had been building up in her heart were gradually dissipated by his interrogation, which combined soft and hard tactics. She unconsciously loosened her grip on the chains.

Without Hera's divine power, Zeus reclaimed his divine authority over the sky, forcing out the suppression curse embedded within his body.

With the Thunderbolt Scepter pressed against his forehead, Poseidon dared not make a move from beginning to end, and could only watch helplessly as Zeus escaped, his thousand years of painstaking planning going to waste.

When the Wise King of Gods finally tore off the chains that bound her, Queen Hera, who had already regained her composure, dispelled her divine power and stood relaxed on the steps, clearly aware that she would not suffer any serious punishment.

As for Athena, who ran away early, Zeus still had some of his trump cards in her hands, Mount of Ares still not at a loss.

On the contrary, Poseidon, who had been busy with everything, not only became the perfect scapegoat, but even the Atlantis he had painstakingly founded seemed to be in turmoil, with its future uncertain.

The once spirited and Sea King now hangs his head in defeat, as if all his ambitions have been washed away in an instant, like an old man awaiting his fate.

Having safely weathered the crisis, Zeus snorted coldly, ignoring Poseidon and leaving his brother Poseidon aside, before rising and heading out of the Ra.

"What do you want to do, my king?"

The Queen of Heaven's expression hardened, and she nervously asked a question.

Zeus paused outside the porch, raised his hand to light a torch, and spoke softly.

"Let's go, it's time to light the Sacred Flame, summon the gods, and hold a grand feast..."

At the same time, on the Peloponnese Peninsula, along the coast of the Mycenae kingdom.

The nearshore waters were turbid and churned, with mud and sand churning up and large patches of pale white foam piling up and washing towards the shallows and shoals on the shore.

As the waves rose and fell, large numbers of drowned cattle, horses, and human corpses, shattered shipwrecks, and stranded sea creatures were pushed ashore.

The markings on those bronze armors and ship fragments sent shivers down the spines of the sentry soldiers along the way, who frantically rang their bronze bells as a warning.

It's over! Crete is over! The Kingdom of Minos is over!

However, before even striking a single note of the bronze bell, the sound abruptly stopped.

The soldiers watched as the colossal waves, towering ten thousand feet high and seemingly piercing the heavens and earth, advanced toward the shore. In the blink of an eye, they were nearing the sea. Their faces turned deathly pale, their limbs went limp, as if their bones had been removed. Leaning against the city wall, they were powerless to slide down, their hearts filled with utter despair.

Mycenae is doomed too...

This is the end of humanity...

"Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, a sharp arrow shot from the sky above the Caucasus Mountains and disappeared into the towering waves with lightning speed.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the golden light, deep within the water curtain, frantically absorbed the surrounding ether, twisting and compressing it until its aura reached its peak, then exploded with a bang.

Instantly, accompanied by a burst of golden light, an incomparably powerful shockwave cut the towering wave in half.

"The laws of the earth, upon my body, the deepest and most profound, hear my plea— the Earth Authority! Harmonize, solidify!"

Almost instantly, a purple light, like a comet, crashed onto the beach, followed by solemn chanting that echoed in everyone's ears.

At this moment, thousands of meters of gray-white rock walls rise from the soil beneath the purple light and shadow, guarding the coastline along the way.

Boom!

The violent impact caused a thunderous roar that continued incessantly, shaking the rock walls and sending salty seawater flying into the air. This seawater then poured down like a torrential downpour, slamming onto the soldiers guarding the shore.

The tiny water droplets, the size of soybeans, clattered as they hit the armor, and the exposed skin, once touched by the rain, would soon become bruised and swollen, with the limbs feeling sore and numb.

"A miracle! The gods have come to save us!"

In a daze, the soldiers suddenly realized that the serene goddess with flowing purple hair was actually the same figure worshipped in the ancient Mycenae Mother Goddess.

The Mycenae soldiers who survived the calamity at the outpost, gazing upon the coastal wall standing before them, were overjoyed and couldn't help but prostrate themselves in worship to the deity who had descended upon them from the watchtower.

"Fool! Instead of wasting this time, why don't you immediately get out of here and deliver a message to your King, urging the people to take refuge and summoning the country's heroes, Magecraft, and priests to come here to reinforce the coastal wall and prepare for the next wave of impact!"

Samael, sparing no effort, tore open a spatial rift and descended upon this place. He coldly snorted and reprimanded the soldiers, who then snapped out of their daze and hurriedly ran down from their posts to obey his orders.

"Don't concentrate so much. Spread the message in groups of three. Not only Mycenae, but also all the nearby coastal city-states should be notified. Light the Sacred Flame in the temples along the way, ring the alarm bells, send more people, and use all available early warning methods!"

Seeing the soldiers running around like headless flies, completely disorganized, Samael could only shout loudly, forcibly awakening their minds and giving them a divine command.

As the soldiers scattered to their respective places, the ancient serpent leaped onto the coastal wall, gazing at the dark Sea of Okeanos, where thunderstorms were surging, and the marked remains on the shore. He took a deep breath, raised his hand and placed it on Medusa's fragrant shoulder, his voice soft and gentle.

"Anna, don't worry, your sister and the others will be fine..."

Medusa pursed her lips and nodded, the worry in her eyes disappearing. She took several Heart of the Earth from Samael's hand and embedded them into the coastal wall to further reinforce the defense in preparation for the next wave of tsunami impact.

At this moment, the tide surged, and the twelve beams merged into one colorful pillar of light, which fell and scattered like ribbons, resembling a Gilgamesh veil that illuminated the dark sky over the Sea of Okeanos.

Amidst the stormy sea fog, a majestic, vast, blue-white humanoid silhouette gradually became clear and solidified, with a deep blue vortex in its abdomen, as if encompassing the stars of the universe. Its entire body seemed to be composed of countless brilliant starlight, with golden-blue star patterns shimmering rhythmically, creating a beautiful and mysterious effect.

Whoosh!

Immediately, two disproportionately large, beast-like claws swung forward, and a tsunami thousands of feet high surged forth from the sea as if a level twelve gale had been whipped up.

At that moment, under the glow of the sky, Samael saw a White Giant on the sea. The giant had the appearance of a human female and long, rabbit-ear-like organs on its head.

The ancient snake's breathing became labored, and its pupils contracted sharply.

Damn it, civilization reaper— Star-Chaser Zephyrus! Why this deadly thing?!