It wasn't just the two guns. The bullets they used were even more absurdly powerful.
The guns alone could only threaten ordinary God King Guards. They posed no threat to a deity like Hercules. But with special bullets, that changed completely.
A single shot that would normally only wound a God King Guard could instead blow both body and soul to pieces!
Hercules had lost his left arm because he'd let his guard down at first. One shot had blown it apart, and it still hadn't grown back.
But losing an arm had brought Hercules an unexpected reward: the bullet that struck him had fallen into his hands.
He hadn't offered the bullet to Zeus. He had secretly kept it for himself.
A short while later, Hercules left Zeus's temple.
His failure was understandable, but it was still a failure. His entire force had been wiped out, costing the Titan Race dozens of elite God King Guards. Even with its deep reserves, the loss stung.
As commander, Hercules couldn't escape responsibility. In the end, he had to bear the blame. But with the Divine War underway and every fighter needed, Zeus showed mercy and gave him a chance to redeem himself.
Only when Hercules the Mighty returned to his vast, shabby Palace and sat upon his Divine Throne did he go still. His face showed nothing, but his thoughts were in turmoil.
Hercules's Palace stood at the edge of the Titan Race's core territory. He was called its bravest warrior, but that described how he fought, not how strong he was. His status as an illegitimate son also left him in an awkward position among the Titan Gods.
What was more, the two Saint Spirit Rank experts who had served under him had died in the previous battle, making his