The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 407 - 277: Male on Top of Male? (5k)_3

Chapter 407: Chapter 277: Male on Top of Male? (5k)_3

Apollo reviewed the entire sequence of the battle with Typhon, his eyes betraying contemplative thoughts.

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“You’re saying, learn from that progenitor of magic’s successful experience, and prevent him from touching his Origin Artifact?”

“That’s what you came up with, it has nothing to do with me.”

Luo En raised his hands hastily, trying to clear himself of any involvement, his face feigning innocence, but his eyes were filled with malevolent hues.

Well, Apollo wasn’t wrong, this was indeed the suggestion that dutiful son wanted to convey.

Previously, Themis’s sword strike, risking fragmentation of her divinity, had already caused cracks in His Majesty the King of God’s royal authority, Zeus’s power certainly wasn’t as formidable as before.

If, before the rebellion, they could find a way to strip Zeus of his arms, weaken his Divine Authority, and significantly reduce the strength he could wield.

Then, with seven Chief Gods joining forces, they might very well overturn His Majesty the King of Gods.

And according to the “Homer’s Epic,” if it weren’t for the meddling of three Hundred-Handed Giants, the rebellion might have succeeded.

Moreover, in the original history, only Hera, Apollo, Poseidon, and Athena, four Chief Gods participated in the rebellion, but now there were seven.

Even if Hestia gifted her divinity to him and couldn’t join the battle, and Poseidon had become a solitary warrior with diminished Divine Authority, the current rebellious forces were undoubtedly stronger than those recorded in history.

Considering this, Luo En didn’t mind lending a hand to these Chief Gods, coming up with a few more devious ideas, to fan the flames of rebellion in Olympus.

After all, even if they failed, they could still further force Zeus’s trump cards and make His Majesty the King of Gods suffer.

At this moment, Apollo, completely beguiled by the rebel leader, furrowed his brows in serious contemplation of the plan’s feasibility.

“It won’t be easy, ever since the battle with Typhon, he’s been very cautious with his Divine Artifacts, and few know where those things are hidden.”

“We could go find the three Cyclops on Sicily.”

“?”

“The Thunderbolt is immensely powerful and requires regular maintenance, and after all, they were the ones who forged this Origin Artifact for Zeus together; they must know more secrets about the Thunderbolt, and the Aegis Shield.”

Luo En spoke with a smile, actively offering suggestions to the rebel leader before him.

The offspring of Heavenly Father Uranos and Mother Earth Gaea, aside from the Twelve Titans, included three battle-skilled Hundred-Handed Giants and three expert smithing Cyclops.

Uranus, finding them noisy, had locked both the three Hundred-Handed Giants and the three Cyclops in Tartarus.

Kronos, after overthrowing Uranus, also considered these six aberrant children to be dangerous, so he kept these brothers locked up in Tartarus as well.

It wasn’t until Zeus sought to overthrow the rule of the Twelve Titans that he personally entered Tartarus to rescue these uncles and made pacts with them, leading to the six Titan Giants seeing the daylight once more and loyally serving Zeus, who had liberated them.

Now the three Hundred-Handed Giants are stationed in the Primordial Ocean, guarding Poseidon; the three Cyclops, for the most part, live reclusively in the Volcanic Region, forging and maintaining Divine Artifacts for the gods.

Apollo cast a dubious glance at someone, opening his mouth full of suspicion.

“How do you know all of this?”

“It’s common knowledge, my friend.”

Luo En answered as a matter of course, and then shifted the blame to the God of Craftsmanship

“Moreover, Hephaestus mentioned it to me during an idle chat.”

“So that’s how it is. Hephaestus does often forge together with the Cyclops, and they are on good terms,” Apollo nodded, apparently more inclined to believe the second assertion.

In Sicily?

The God of Light murmured outside the prison cell, his eyes shimmering with a profound glint.

Luo En caught the chill in the depths of Apollo’s eyes and smiled silently.

In the original course of history, Asclepius was struck dead with a Thunderbolt by Zeus for transgressing into the realm of immortality that only the gods could wield. An enraged Apollo, seeking vengeance for his son, murdered the three Cyclops who had forged the Thunderbolt for Zeus.

It seems that this God of Light, to clear the path for the rebellion, is about to mercilessly strike down the poor three Cyclops again.

“Fate,” although subject to various deviations due to “chance” interventions, also corrects itself in strange ways to a certain extent, achieving a kind of marvelous closure.

In a moment of reflection, Luo En couldn’t help but think of himself.

After all, in the battle against Typhon, his maternal grandfather Cadmus had fetched back the Thunderbolt for Zeus, which resulted in being rewarded with the foundation of Thebes.

After the battle against Typhon, he, the grandson, was born, and now he was assisting the rebels in Olympus, stealing Zeus’s Thunderbolt—was this another form of closure?

The dutiful son chuckled sarcastically and then turned to Apollo outside the prison door, offering a friendly reminder.

“The time is almost up. If there’s nothing else you wish to ask, you should head back. It’s better to be cautious these days.”

Apollo nodded subconsciously, turned, and walked towards the exit of the prison, ready to go back and thoroughly digest the valuable information gained from the conversation.

However, just as he was about to step out of the prison door, the God of Light seemed to remember something, stopped, turned his head toward Luo En inside the cell, and spoke with grave seriousness.

“Wait for us, we will save you.”

Having said this, Apollo did not linger any longer, leaving a dashing figure as he disappeared into the twilight of Olympus.

After what felt like an eternity, Luo En shivered violently, snapping out of his daze, and quickly reinforced a particular mental stamp in his mind.

I’m straight, not bent!

~~

The long night was sleepless, from moonset to sunrise.

“Creak~~”

The familiar sound of the prison door being pushed and pulled echoed for the sixth time.

Luo En, crouching in the corner, opened his eyes and looked at the figure outside the prison door.

A man! Male upon male?

The moment he confirmed the other’s gender; the psychologically shadowed ironclad straight man subconsciously leaned further into the corner.

But then he snapped out of it, his gaze touching upon the face in the dark that commanded authority without anger and could not help but feel a chill settle in his heart.

It was Zeus!

The Divine King, having finished his escapades outside, had finally come home.

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