War Is Not Tired of Bombing, May You Rest in Pieces

When a whole host of ferocious gods attacked without sparing their divine power, the battle group's defeat was inevitable.

Inside Lein's divine kingdom, Hestia watched the scene, then turned to Lein. "What kind of tactic is this?"

Lein swore on his E-grade conscience. "War is not tired of bombing. May you rest in pieces."

"Huh?" Hestia exclaimed softly.

"Would the Chaos Devils serving as cannon fodder ever complain about explosions? And if they weren't blown to pieces, how could we be safe?" Lein was increasingly pleased with how his conscience felt.

Hestia blushed and said nothing.

Lein was undeniably domineering. In this chaotic world, where even gods could easily perish, Hestia, like most goddesses, didn't dislike that kind of strength.

Only when she surrendered to a great being who could easily bring other God Kings and Chaos Lords to heel did it not feel like a loss.

Hestia had never been enamored with power. She could not care less whether she was a chief deity, but she couldn't accept losing every shred of security just because she had fled.

By now, she had almost forgotten how much of her sweet intimacy with Lein had been an act and how much had been sincere. In any case, everything in Olympus seemed to have left her behind completely. Even though she could see it every day, her sense of home grew fainter by the day.

The Physics School's two-digit number of combat deities spent three whole days surrounding and beating up Angron's battle group.

Relying on the Chaos power stored in the meteorite, Angron put up a tenacious fight that left the gods speechless. His body had started out half-living flesh and half-stone. As the battle wore on, he became a stone man, and finally his entire body turned into metallic ore.