Chapter 832: Chapter 314 âRescue the Emperor
Midnight, the moon was full in the sky.
The silver moonlight shone from the west, casting long shadows over Mount of the Gods.
At the side and rear of Olympusâs main peak, in a majestic hall entirely cast of bronze, the War God awoke with a start from his bed.
Moonlight streamed through the skylight, illuminating the sculptural figure of Ares, whose expression was a bit discontented.
Due to Aphroditeâs ârewardâ today, he had just fallen asleep.
But before he could rest, the sharp spiritual sense brought by the divine authority of War had startled him awake.
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At this moment, he wasnât the only one in the palace, but compared to Ares, the Goddess of Beauty continued to unconsciously stretch her body on the bed strewn with roses, pomegranates, and gillyflowers.
Even without actively exerting her power, the sleeping Aphrodite was still captivating to all beings.
However, the awakened War God had no time to admire this beautiful scene, which had been appreciated by countless others, because, in his perception, a magnificent and vast aura was rising from one corner of the mountain range.
Whooshâ
In the next moment, just as Ares had expected, a brilliant beam of light shot up from the ground, seemingly connecting the sky and the Mount of the Gods.
Yet, feeling the aura emanating from that pillar of light, Ares instead exhaled a breath of relief.
âItâs the power of the Sun⊠What is Hephaestus up to, causing such a commotion in the middle of the night?â
âHmm, no, thatâs right. He did mention the day before yesterday that the smelting of the Divine Artifact was about to make a breakthrough. So this must be his methodâŠâ
Without suspecting anything else, Ares merely shook his head slightly. At the moment, he couldnât help but somewhat envy Hephaestusâs talent.
Since the Sun was sealed, many deities had shown interest in the remains of the Ancient Sun God that replaced the Sun.
Yet, besides Apollo being able to leverage the power of the Sun Chariot for control, no other deity could harness its might.
Until today, no one knew that even the God of Craftsmanship could invoke the power of the Sun.
Even if only used indirectly, it was a remarkable ability.
âHmph, born from the same Mother Goddess, yet he doesnât compare to me in appearance or strength, nor has he a beautiful wife like mine.â
âSo what if he can forge iron? Heâs still just a craftsman.â
Snorting coldly, Ares decided not to continue observing the otherâs casting.
Being startled in the middle of the night, thinking something had gone wrong, was indeed a waste of time.
Especially upon seeing that even Aphrodite seemed to be awakened by this commotion, Ares hurried forward.
âMm⊠What happened?â
âNothing, just what Hephaestus mentioned during the day.â
âThe breakthrough in forging the Divine Artifact doesnât concern us.â
Even though the faint premonition persisted, Ares still spoke nonchalantly.
One must know, his spiritual sense from the divine authority wasnât always effective.
For instance, there was once an unexpected incident that left him embarrassed, which ultimately resulted in nothing happening. (see 3-113)
Perhaps it was merely because the power of the Sun was too overwhelming. One must know, the Mother Goddess once remarked, if not for the Sunâs division, the Ancient Sun God would likely have mastered power today to rival even the God King Earth Mother.
In such circumstances, it was natural for him to instinctively feel threatened.
âIs that so⊠It seems the progress is going smoothly.â
Opening her eyes, Aphrodite stretched lazily, causing the War Godâs eyes to widen.
Disregarding Aresâs fiery gaze, Aphrodite looked through the skylight towards the distant pillar of light rising.
The power of the Great Day was so warm and exuberant. This noonday sun, rising in the deep night, alarmed all on the Mount of the Gods.
Yet, just like Ares, even though the pillar of light soared, no deities went to investigate.
For over a month now, Hephaestusâs casting had been well-known, so no one was surprised.
But while watching, Aphrodite suddenly noticed that something else seemed to appear within her line of sight.
âWhatâs thatâŠ?â
The beam of light dissipated in an instant, as if the originally scattered light had returned to its origin.
On the peak where Hephaestus resided, a spot of light flickered momentarily.
Immediately afterward, facing the Goddess of Beauty directly, Ares felt a sudden, inexplicable alarm rise in his heart. He couldnât help but instinctively turn his head.
However, what appeared in his sight was nothing but a light as if it could part the sea.
âAresâŠâ
âMeet your doom!â
Boomâ!
Like a morning star colliding with the Earth, Mount Olympus paused for a moment, then starting from the War Godâs mountain peak, one-sixth of the southern mountain range began to fracture.
In an instant, all the deities who remained on the Mount of the Gods realized something was amiss, but they were already too late to intervene.
Simultaneously, soaring above the sky, Achilles watched in shock at the result of his single strike.
He had merely waved his hand, and before him, the peaks of Olympus, stretching for a thousand miles, collapsed, sending plumes of dust skyward.
Even though the main peak stood unmovable, for the young hero, this was the first time witnessing such a scene in the past years.
Once, the Centaur had told him that a true divine battle could pierce the Earth and even tear the Sky.
The supreme Primordial Deity could make the stars fall, bring the Great Day to the sea, and even shatter the sky.
But from childhood until now, Achilles had never truly witnessed such a sight.
In his understanding, even the Hunting Goddess had to draw her bow and nock an arrow, and the Monarch of the sea remained silent before the top-ranked Demigods.
Amid the power of the Styx River, until being struck by divine power not long ago, the might of all the gods hadnât moved Achilles.
However, at this moment, this scene of overturning mountains and seas left the young hero speechless.
âThisâŠâ
ââŠIs this the true power of a deity?â
âOr, is this divine might unique to this Divine Sword?â
Gripping the sword hilt, the hero, who had never truly wielded such power, could not judge its strength. He only knew that the combined commotion from the godsâ previous attacks on him didnât compare to the grandeur of this single stroke.
His eyes slightly bright, Achilles strode forward, striking a sword where Aresâs aura lay.
Strike while heâs down.
Though unaware of why the War God hadnât reacted to his previous attack, Achilles wouldnât show mercy either.
The boundless feeling of power was flowing towards him along the sword blade. At this moment, the young hero felt invincible.
âAres⊠come out!â
Boomâ!
The resounding voice echoed over the Mount of the Gods, and Achilles laughed heartily.
So what if he was the Divine King? First, deal with this obstacle, then learn the measure of these gods one by one.
âComeââ
ââand fight!â
As though the Great Day rose upon the Mount of the Gods, the entire eastern Olympus turned from night to day.
The clash of Sun and War began to unfold upon the Mount of the Gods.
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Boomâ
Boomâ
Boom boom boomâ!
âŠ
In the skies above the Olympus Mountain Range, a divine battle unseen for millennia was erupting.
Yet atop the main peak, everything seemed untouched by the chaos.
Zeus sat in the principal seat of the Golden Palace, cheerfully witnessing the distant commotions and thundering.
Like a musical accompaniment to the nectar, or a grand spectacle.
The Divine King merely fixed the main peak of Olympus with his power and then turned a blind eye to it.
Unlike Zeus, within the Golden Palace, one god after another entered, taking their respective seats.
All of them were deities awakened by Achillesâs commotion, here to await Zeusâs command.
Ares was fighting valiantly, but none of the gods present went to assist him.
It wasnât due to any grudge, but because everyone knew that the Divine King hadnât ventured out in recent days.
If Zeus hadnât left, there must be a reason why he didnât immediately suppress the mortal who shook the Mount of the Gods.
Rather than stopping this battle itself, the gods wanted to know the answer to this question more.
If Zeus actually had another connection with that human⊠then why bother intervening?
âYour Majesty.â
As time ticked by, once most of the gods who remained on the Mount of the Gods had gathered, someone finally stepped forward.
âThe prisoner captured by the War God is rampaging on the mount, Ares is currently engaged in battle with the enemy.â
âI wonder⊠does Your Majesty have any orders?â
ââŠHmm?â
Having drunk a cup of fine wine, Zeus signaled the Goddess of Youth by his side to fill it, as if only then noticing the outside commotion.
Lightly tapping his finger on the table, the Divine King surveyed all the gods, then smiled as he began to speak amidst their varied gazes.
âThe mortal causing trouble outside, I am already aware of him.â
âHe is but the offspring of a sea goddess and a mortal, fortunate to receive aid from the Goddess of the Styx River, achieving an immortal body.â
âHowever, his own power is limited; he shouldnât have been able to wreak such havoc on the Mount. It is only the weapon in his hand that granted him the might to display such divine prowess today.â
âYet, having seen that weapon⊠I find it unsuitable for me to act.â
âA weapon?â
Some gods were surprised, having arrived in haste, they hadnât noticed the long sword in Achillesâs hand.
Other gods were discreetly observant, having glimpsed the mighty Divine Sword while on their way.
It was a high-grade divine artifact comparable to the Thunderbolt Arrow, inexplicably wielded to full potential by that mortal.
Judging from Zeusâs attitude, there truly seemed to be a secret involved.
âYour Majesty, what is special about that Divine Sword?â
From the high platform exclusive to the chief gods, the Wind God, just returned to the Mount today, made a slight bow.
Although Zeus said nothing upon seeing this, inwardly, he was very satisfied.
As expected of his most valued subordinate, purposely summoned back today.
Even without prior instructions, he knew where the crux of the issue lay.
âThis sword is not mine, nor is it a treasure of mortal deities.â
âSeveral millennia ago, upon my ascension as Divine King, I went to visit the Spirit Lord and Mother Earth.â
âAs expected, that sword should indeed originate from the Spirit Realm.â
With a smile, Zeus noted the changes in the godsâ expressions.
âYou all are aware, since assuming the title of Divine King, I have always shown great respect to the Primordial Deity.â
âEven when Mother Earth attacked, had she not attempted to overturn Mount of the Gods, I would not have troubled her.â
âNow that this mortal has been given a sword from the Lord of the Spirit Realm, he must indeed be greatly favored. Should I slay him, it would unavoidably provoke trouble.â
âTherefore, I wonder if any of you would be willing to act on my behalf and capture this madman who dared defy the Mount of the Gods?â
In silence, Zeus blurred the concept.
No rule determined that possessing a sword from the Spirit Realm meant being subject to the Spirit Realm Lordâs will.
Moreover, whether this sword was truly related to the Spirit Realm was merely Zeusâs statement.
Yet at this moment, no one pointed out the issue.
After all, it was a high-grade divine artifact thatâs never been seen before, likely only wielded by the Ancient Gods of creation.
And from the perspective of the gods of Olympus, apart from the Primordial God himself nodding, no one would dare to lend such a divine artifact without permission.
Thus, the matter shouldnât be false, and indeed, the mortalâs background was genuine.
But having established this identity, the question persisted. Given that this was true, who should take action to capture him?
Though few of the gods present had seen Laenne full force during battles, three words â Primordial God â were enough to silence them.
ââŠYour Majesty, this matter may not be simple.â
In the calm, the West Wind God once again broke the silence.
While Zeus raised his hand slightly, gesturing for him to continue.
âConcerning the matter of Lord Ares and this human⊠dismissing rights and wrongs for a moment.â
âIf the gods of the court intervene, itâll inevitably lead to complications.â
âOne must know, ever since Your Majesty ascended, your divine might has been unsurpassed; first, suppressing Mother Earth, then defeating Typhon, even the Ancient Gods of creation would not dare to underestimate Your Majestyâs fame.â
âThis assuredly is a good thing, but precisely today, regarding this matter, should the gods of the court act, it would likely be seen as a contest between Your Majesty and the Ancient Gods. Regardless of victory or defeat, itâll only invite trouble.â
With firm conviction, regardless of how one may view Zephyros ordinarily, at this moment, all gods could not but nod quietly.
Avoidance was best; the disastrous scene from the battle against Typhon was still vividly recalled.
Meanwhile, Zeus slightly nodded as well, as if troubled by Zephyrosâs statement.
âWhat is your opinion on how to handle it?â
âI believe Your Majesty could write a letter, dispatching it to invite those secluded deities to assist in the battle; they would certainly not refuse.â
âThis way, not only could a conflict between Your Majesty and the Ancient Gods be avoided, preventing calamity, but the courtâs dignity remains intact, ensuring no mortal dares to belittle the godsâ presence henceforth.â
Maintaining a respectful demeanor, Zephyros continued to speak.
âMoreover, capable individuals abound across the stars and seas, matching the chief gods. If we could invite one or two, I believe there would surely be someone able to subdue this mortal, restoring peace to the Mount of the Gods.â
âExcellent!â
Gently clapping, the Divine King, upon hearing this, couldnât help but laugh heartily.
His gaze slowly swept over the gods, then inquired about their opinions.
âDo any of you have objections to the Wind Godâs suggestion?â
With Zeus having spoken, naturally, no one would dissent.
Since they werenât the ones exerting effort, it didnât matter who else it was.
Seeing the consensus reached, Zeusâs gaze returned, continuing with a question: âSince all gods have no objections, things are settled thus.â
âYet precisely whom to invite as reinforcements remains a matter of consideration.â
âBut rather than bother two hosts, Zephyros, carry my token and undertake this journey on my behalf.â
âLike before, I trust you will not disappoint me.â