The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 547 - 54: Saying No with the Mouth, but the Body is Honest (5.1k)

The Far West, Sacred Garden.

Once a tranquil and beautiful paradise, it was now a complete mess.

The clear rivers had become muddy, and the lush greenery was withering and decaying. Magic wolves, magical pigs, poison dragons, hydras, chimera composites, sphinxes, and other demon species nurtured by the blood of Typhon roared as they patrolled the mountains and forests.

One by one, the dark and burly giant spirits stepped over the exquisitely carved stone steps, trampling the withered roadside flowers and plants into the mud. After turning several corners, they arrived at the entrance of a secret place shimmering with an earthy-yellow light pattern.

A brawny man leading the group, bare-chested, raised his arm and slapped the light-formed barrier. A crimson divine emblem immediately lit up, and the door in front of him rippled like water, opening to a host of ferocious species.

As the giant spirits stepped in, the scene before them suddenly opened up into a lush green landscape with winding rivers.

This was the Sacred Garden that once belonged to Queen Hera, where rainbows rose from the mist, and the dense aether almost condensed into colorful mists, stunningly beautiful.

But now, this place had changed hands.

From afar, although the garden’s nursery was untouched due to its value, the sculptures of the gods in the temple had been toppled, and murals depicting the battles of the Titans and Typhon had been trampled and shattered.

The seven Nymph daughters of the giant spirit king Alcyoneus were watering the plants, singing and dancing joyfully among the flowers, sprinkling ambrosia to nourish the rare plants in the nursery.

At this time, the king of the giant spirits was sitting under a large and beautiful tree brimming with yellow fruits, the rich earthly essence flowing from the tree’s roots into his body, infusing his dark and tough skin and muscles with a golden glow.

The serpent-legged giant Pedrolus flicked his tongue, swallowing handfuls of rare herbs, eagerly absorbing the rich life force within them.

Even a three-headed poison dragon, used as a mount, lay dozing under the tree, occasionally sneaking bites of the tree’s extending branches to enhance its divinity, appearing quite content.

Seeing this scene, the brawny man felt a surge of anger, swiftly stepped forward, and slapped the thieving three-headed poison dragon away from the tree.

Like a cannonball, the poison dragon crashed into the magical plants, startling the seven Nymphs who were watering the flora into screaming.

Hearing his daughters’ cries, the giant spirit king Alcyoneus suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from under the tree, and turned angrily toward the brawny man.

"Atlas, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I should be asking you that!"

The Atlas Titan, freed from seals and curses, snorted coldly, his gaze darkened as he looked at the leader of the giant spirit clan.

"The battle isn’t over yet, and here you are, making yourselves comfortable as if you owned the place!"

"So what? We were driven underground by the gods, fed on rocks, drank foul water, never seeing a sliver of sunlight, just like filthy rats. Now that we are back on the surface, having claimed this wonderful place, don’t we deserve some enjoyment? We’ve earned this!" Alcyoneus retorted angrily, his face filled with resentment.

Atlas, hearing this spirited argument, grew even angrier: "You’re mesmerized just by some fruits and cold water?"

He then glanced at this "nest of comfort" and, pointing towards the Sacred Mountain that barely peeked through the stars, rebuked them disdainfully.

"A bunch of spineless creatures! We want more than just this broken garden; we aim for Olympus at the zenith of the stars, for the vast entirety of the world! As scions of the Titans, children of Uranus, we should reclaim everything we’ve lost and restore all things to Titan order!"

Hearing this impassioned proclamation, the naturally fierce giant spirits ignited with zeal, their hearts surged with excitement, and they regarded their leaders with a hint of contempt.

They had been fighting tooth and nail outside, while these cowards hid in the Sacred Garden enjoying luxury, a disgrace to the Titans!

Seeing the atmosphere turning slightly hostile, the giant spirit king Alcyoneus immediately softened his tone, explaining to Atlas across from him.

"Seizing the Sacred Garden, occupying this place, isn’t for ourselves, but for all our kinsmen and the ultimate victory!" Experience new tales on novelbuddy

"What do you mean?"

"Years of subterranean living have left our kin weak and depleted, and the last assault on Thessaly cost us many siblings. Even with you and Prometheus, we could hardly shake Olympus’ divine authority..."

Atlas remained silent for a moment, nodding reluctantly.

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Although he hated to admit it, it was an undeniable fact.

Since the decline of Mount Othrys and the division of the Twelve Titans’ divinity, the entire Titan community had been inevitably declining in power.

Even though due to The Three Fates’ contract, the former chief gods were ordered to seal themselves and walk the world only as split spirits and descending spirits, today’s giant spirit clan couldn’t afford to provoke them loosely.

Even with the backing of the Old Gods, dreaming of storming Olympus and establishing Titan order was virtually a fool’s errand.

"So, we need to conquer this Sacred Garden and seize the ’Immortality’ that belongs to the gods!"

Giant spirit king Alcyoneus turned around, his eyes burning as he gazed at the lush Golden Apple Tree.

When Olympus was established, Mother Goddess Gaea presented this Golden Apple Tree at Zeus and Hera’s wedding.