The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 562 - 63 Bluff, Keep on Bluffing

Above the Sea of Okeanos.

Boom!

The furious Aether Tide stirred up towering waves, and Ladon, who had yet to approach the typhoon’s core region, had his bones crack under the terrifying divine might, with threads of golden-red blood seeping out from beneath his dull scales, forming a thin mist of blood.

Mounted on the dragon’s back, Luo En swung his spear to cut through the towering waves, clearing the way for Ladon.

"The sky reigns above all, your might below, my power above..."

At the same time, he chanted the holy word, and behind him emerged a golden wheel within the pervasive mist, rotating to the twelfth slot.

—The twelfth incarnation embodies the eagle, symbolizing the sky and thunderbolt.

In the battle against Typhon years ago, the Demon Ancestor was brutally defeated by the thunderbolt of the Divine King, Zeus.

As everyone knows, in the era of myths, that which constrains the great is the sky, and the Sun God’s divinity is targeted.

"—Thunderbolt, to this place!"

At his command, the sky darkened with dense clouds, lightning flashed, and arcs of light as if serpentine dragons converged into one, twisting as they fell, piercing through the layers of giant waves and the typhoon, and with their violent divine power, struck straight at Typhon’s main body.

In an instant, the Demon Ancestor let out a wretched scream, with light arcs shooting around his body, and dozens of tragic blood holes blasted open across his flesh, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

The Divine Authority of Zeus?

A familiar feeling surged in his heart. Humiliation filled Typhon’s vertical pupils, and in his rage, he immediately raised his arms high, transforming the vicious winds and raging tsunamis into an enormous Stormhammer, encompassing the terrifying divinity of disaster, and struck towards his formidable opponent.

"I am the father of terror, the source of disaster, here to play the song of despair, proclaiming the end of the world—Stormhammer, grant eternal damnation to all things!"

The roars issuing from his hundred heads varied in tone: now speaking as a person, now bellowing like a bull, roaring like a lion, yelping like a dog; the sounds as loud as thunder echoed to the ends of the earth.

Wherever the storm and the angry waves went, the world began to twist and crack, showing signs of reverting to Chaos.

"Die, you little mongrel!"

Typhon saw his locked target, surrounded by space that was annihilating, with laws decomposing, and a bloodthirsty grin appeared on his face.

His Stormhammer was a divine artifact forged by the Giant Spirit Clan out of the primordial light at the behest of the Mother Goddess Gaea, its power no less potent than Zeus’s prized Thunderbolt, a formidable creation of the Abyss and Earth Divinity, possessing the force to dissolve heaven and earth back into Chaos.

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A mere Chief God, even one who was not bound by the Covenant of Fate and surpassed their Divine Power, was doomed to never compare in the essence of Authority.

Do you really think I’m afraid of you? Fool!

Facing Typhon’s mockery, Luo En paid no heed, kissed the Nation-Founding Spear in his hand, and hurled it forth.

Where the spearhead passed, heaven and earth momentarily brightened, and the surging typhoon and waves seemed to encounter a coastal defense forest, unable to advance an inch further.

Immediately after, the dry-branch-shaped spear fell into the sea, and dark thorn-like patterns writhed and spread wildly beneath the surface, instantly covering nearly the entire chaotic region.

A towering tree pierced the clouds, ignited in raging flames, and became a pillar supporting the world.

Luo En slightly raised his hand, a blazing white flame appeared in his palm, reflecting countless mortal lives within it, all praying and chanting together.

The voice of one, the voices of millions.

Flocks of sheep begging the Shepherd for salvation, the world praying for its continuation.

"The dusk has arrived, I command you to restore light, branch’s destruction, world’s rebirth!"

Accompanied by the deity’s low chant, the flame fell upon the dry-branch spear, and the blazing light spread in all directions, with Luo En crowned like a monarch above the twelve-slot golden wheel.

"—Radiance, to this place!"

He spoke as he lifted his hand slightly.

The Nation-Founding Spear blazed furiously, like a torch illuminating that chaotic world, with fiery waves rolling outwards, and the scorching winds caused by the intense heat twisted the surrounding space violently, dispersing the irresistible typhoon and giant waves.

Under the light, the sea water burned, the sky burned, the world burned.

And with every inch of light and heat burned by all things, the large palm tree formed by the Nation-Founding Spear grew thicker by one portion, securing and dissolving more chaotic clumps on the sea surface.

—The dry branches of the great palm tree nurtured the seedling of a small Divine Era world;

—The Promethean flame stolen from the Celestial Realm by Prometheus marked the beginning of human civilization;

Both superimposed upon each other, existing mutually, forming eternal light and heat.

To extinguish it would require the destruction of all things in the world, the cessation of life, and the depletion of its nourishment, and only in that desolate and barren world would it lose its pillars.

Right now, Typhon, whose Authority was limited by the Covenant of Fate, clearly could not accomplish this.

"Don’t think you can defeat me, you little mongrel!"

As he saw his attack thwarted once more, the Demon Ancestor raged, swinging the Stormhammer toward the burning great palm tree on the sea surface.

If it’s this tree that’s blocking the typhoon and waves from making landfall, then uproot it first!

Almost at the same time, Luo En raised his right hand held aloft, as countless lights and heat converged into his palm, transformed into a fiercely burning Sword of Flame, slashing towards the furiously approaching Demon Ancestor Typhon.

"Boom!"

Terrifying brightness, intense explosions, flaming cinders like burning meteors falling from the sky, incinerating and flattening dozens of nearby islands in sequence, the soil under the high temperature turning into scorching magma, overflowing and flowing in torrents, and the sea water boiling violently, thousands of Sea Beasts and Divine Monsters perishing on the spot, their cooked carcasses floating en masse on the sea surface.

This once vibrant marine region now seemed like a smoky, lava-filled hell.

And the residual shockwaves of the fierce battle soon swept across the sea, heading straight for the shore.

As soon as they made contact, Luo En’s multiple magic barriers along the coast vibrated violently and then, like soap bubbles lightly pricked, burst one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, beams of light, still carrying the aftermath’s force, brutally tore through the walls inscribed with dense runes, rampaging toward the heart of the Peloponnesian Peninsula.

The roaring explosions were deafening; fierce flames spread in all directions, melting rocks into seething, boiling liquid.

Looking out, the land was crisscrossed with chasms; forests were ablaze, rivers steamed dry, mountains collapsed with a thunderous roar, and amidst the doomsday catastrophe, the sporadic screams and groans seemed so trivial, easily scattered amidst the various noises.

The gods, who were preparing to respond from behind, couldn’t help but gasp in unison at the terrifying aftermath of the battle, their faces gradually turning sour.

Although they had long known that the Fate Contract imposed weaker restrictions on the Old Gods, the current situation was admittedly too disadvantageous for them, the New Gods.

Besides, the one taking action now was only the Demon Ancestor Typhon...

Meanwhile, atop the Sea of Okeanos.

As the shockwaves dissipated, a vast mist steamed up, and the father of a thousand monsters staggered backward, several heads severed, leaving behind nothing but scorched, blackened burns from the flames, clearly grievously injured.

In contrast, Luo En had also suffered in the recent exchange.

But it was only a shattered tiger’s mouth and several scratch marks on his face, far less miserable than Typhon, who’d lost several heads.

"So what if you have beaten me? You still can’t kill me, the king!"

The most defiant mouth on the body of the Demon Ancestor grumbled bitterly, struggling to save face.

Luo En did not waste words and raised his right hand again; the Wheel of Light behind him turned in sync, shooting out dazzling bands of light, illuminating the stars in the firmament above.

The eighty-eight constellations lit up one by one, responding to each other from a distance, spreading out an endless ring of stars above Luo En’s head, composed of dense light patterns. The radiant starlight, like an inverted Milky Way pouring down on the large palm tree on the sea surface, intensified the light and heat it emitted.

——The power of the Sanctuary was available to Athena, and so it was to him.

Sensing the divinity and destructive power of that bizarre tree rapidly climbing, Typhon’s heart pounds uncontrollably, his mouth watering involuntarily.

"Boom!"

Just then, a dull rumbling of the earth came from the depths of the Peloponnesian Peninsula, and Typhon, filled with trepidation, suddenly showed a look of ecstatic joy, erupting in a triumphant sneer.

"Fool, you’ve been tricked!"

Luo En glanced back at the rolling smoke in Thessaly and the towering figures emerging from the ground, then nodded thoughtfully.

"The Giant Spirit Clan? It seems they still haven’t given up on Thessaly."

"Can’t be helped, that’s the site of the ancient battlefield from the Titan War, the underground is rich with Titan Divinity, it is the most suitable place for building a sanctuary of the Old Gods, to reclaim authority, it is an inevitable path for the Giant Spirit Clan!"

"Hmm, thank you for telling me such important information."

"?"

Typhon showed a moment of confusion at these words.

"Thank me? Do you have no idea that with only you showing up, I would not guard against that Titan King?"

Luo En nodded and asked lightly,

"And then what?"

"..."

Seeing such a calm response from his adversary, Typhon, who was awaiting his moment of triumph, grew frustrated.

"Thessaly is nearly lost, and you’re surrounded on all sides in the Peloponnesian Peninsula, yet you’re not worried in the slightest?"

"Worried?"

Luo En laughed and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Did you really think that I wouldn’t take precautions against that Titan King after only seeing you?"

"...!"

Typhon was startled by this revelation and then shook his head repeatedly.

"Impossible! You can’t have any other allies to hold off the advance of the Giant Spirit Clan!"

Suddenly, as if realizing something, the Demon Ancestor above the sea had an epiphany, his cruel eyes widening as he sneered at his opponent.

"You must be trying to trick me into retreating, then you’ll go back to help Thessaly yourself! Dream on! As long as I hold you here, whether it’s Thessaly, or the lost glory and divine authority, we will have them within our grasp!"

"I advise you, don’t always assume you’re the smartest, and don’t trust those you shouldn’t..."

Watching the reinvigorated Typhon, Luo En shook his head with a light laugh, speaking meaningfully.

"Guess how I found out about your attack plan?"

While Typhon maintained his skeptical sneer, taking this talk as a bluff, a swath of pale silver thunder burst above the Peloponnesian Peninsula, and a familiar presence descended onto the battlements of Thessaly City.

This scene sent a shock through the face of the Demon Ancestor.

And in that moment of distraction, a giant sword, gathered from starlight and flames, fell towards Typhon’s head with a speed faster than thunder.