G Major Ensemble

As for whether this "export model" Titan could beat the original, downgraded version of the Fallen Chaos Titan, nobody knew.

Whatever the case, the enemy had them, and so did they.

It was a kind of psychological comfort.

Even if they couldn't win, at least they could help take a few hits.

The only small problem was that Crius's purification was nearly complete, but refitting him so he could be handled like an extension of one's own arm, then adding some armor and the like, would still take about a month.

With the broad strategy settled, the gods understood one another: stall. At worst, they could still fall back further along the front. They were used to wars of attrition by now. They weren't afraid of a drawn-out fight; they were afraid of losing all hope.

Still, the gods couldn't help grumbling about Zeus, that Pig Teammate of a God King.

"If I had a God King like that, now that would be despair."

"How have the Olympus Gods made it through these past few days?"

"Did they take things too far and blow up their own plane?"

"Good. I could use something to fill a gap in the line."

"As long as they don't end up making a whole bunch of Fallen Titans, I've got no complaints."

"Well, that's hard to say."

As the saying went, comparison only made things worse. Chaos had Lein, an "operations-minded God King," keeping the rear secure. Supplies kept coming, and he often brought in fresh cannon fodder to help plug the line. More than a year had passed, and even Chaos's gods who still couldn't stand Lein—like the Dragon Goddess—had accepted his existence as their "God King."

As long as Lein didn't directly order them to go and get themselves killed, they accepted