The atmosphere fell silent once more. The gods appeared deep in thought, each lost in their reflections, maintaining a calm silence devoid of emotional fluctuations.
After a long while, Zeus was the first to speak. His voice was quiet and indifferent as he said, "Hades, Poseidon, the war in the mortal realm must come to an end. It is time for everything to conclude. Thousands of years have passed; now we must prepare to launch an attack on Mount Othrys."
"Agreed."
"Indeed."
Hades and Poseidon saw no issue with Zeus's statement. Since he had declared it, they naturally agreed.
Afterward, the two gods departed separately. Neither was one to engage in idle chatter; if the situation was nearly resolved, then it was time to conclude matters. As they left, Zeus's expression darkened.
However, after so many years, he would not display his feelings casually. Although they were all gods, Zeus understood that this was merely theoretical. Were their loyalties genuine? That remained uncertain.
Hestia, Demeter, Hera, and Mnemosyne. Were the four goddesses truly loyal to Zeus? This question loomed large, and no one, not even Zeus himself, could answer it with certainty. Soon, the four goddesses also rose to leave, leaving only Zeus and Metis in the temple.
"Metis!" Zeus's face was grave as he spoke in a low voice, "Has Hades's Underworld warrior inherited the power of killing gods?"
God-Killing Power!
This was the most terrifying force of all.
Whether it was the God-Killing Thunder created by Koios or the God-Killing Flame conjured by Hades, they were all techniques that stemmed from the essence of god-killing power. But the most fundamental form of this power was the most formidable.
"It's not," Metis replied with a smile. "Zeus, there's no need for such alarm.
This isn't the power of killing gods. When skills are pushed to their limits, the resulting force can indeed slay gods.
This is known as God-Slaying Combat Skill! And these two Underworld fighters have clearly developed it to this extent through clever means."
"Ah."
After hearing Metis's explanation, Zeus nodded seriously and considered further. "Metis, you should discuss this matter with Prometheus. Since the Underworld fighters possess such power, we must remain vigilant. It would be prudent for us to develop our own god-killing combat skills and train the heavenly fighters accordingly."
"Yes!"
Metis wore a confident smile; she was never intimidated by Zeus's ambitions. In fact, she welcomed them. She wanted her husband to grow and strive for greatness. If Zeus lacked ambition and became complacent, it would be intolerable. This was good.
War among the gods!
It was never a conflict that could be resolved quickly, and the battle of the Titans was undoubtedly significant.
Although Cronus seemed unprepared, no one dared to underestimate the dangers of Mount Othrys.
Every step taken on that mountain held endless peril, as it was the temple of the Titan Gods and the dwelling of the supreme Titan.
Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus, despite having surpassed the status of god kings, remained cautious. They set a time limit of 30,000 years to clear the battlefield, gradually stabilize their forces, and prepare thoroughly in every aspect.
In the realms above, Hades took the twin gods to Earth, while the other Underworld deities returned to the Underworld.
"Lord Hades!!!"
Charon, Chubb, Tyron, Maggie, Nicholas, Ramses, and Delus, the seven Underworld fighters, knelt respectfully on one knee, their eyes filled with unwavering respect. Hades scanned the seven fighters, noting that their numbers had increased.
There were four Heavenly Underworld fighters and seven Earth Underworld fighters.
Though the total number stood at eleven, no one dared to underestimate the Underworld fighters. Even god kings like Poseidon and Zeus recognized that Underworld fighters possessed remarkable potential. If unleashed, this potential could become a formidable force.
Hades observed them briefly before moving forward. The twin gods followed closely, with the seven Underworld fighters trailing behind them. Regardless of the circumstances, the Underworld fighters remained weaker than the divine warriors, a fact that was beyond dispute.
The occupation of territory was, in essence, a battle of divine warriors. As time passed and many gods fell in battle, the mortal battlefields became increasingly cleared. With no divine sanctuary left, the once-powerful gods became easy prey for the relentless divine warriors, who dealt with them swiftly.
Along the way, Hades saw corpses scattered across the land—fallen divine warriors who, in their final moments, refused to admit defeat or surrender.
In silence, Hades raised one hand, unleashing radiant divine power that enveloped the entire land. In an instant, all the corpses vanished, accompanied by shimmering light, leaving no trace behind. He bore no ill will toward these loyal fighters.
Since he harbored no hatred for them, he allowed them to rest in peace.
Exposing corpses to the wilderness was not a fitting tribute.
"Lord Hades!"
As they continued onward, the four ghost fighters—Huihuo, Quinn, Chris, and Ochs—approached and knelt respectfully on one knee. Behind them stood a newly formed ghost fighter. The war had ended, and all the Underworld fighters had been absorbed by the Underworld garment, serving as nourishment for the Underworld, while the surviving Underworld fighters had become perfected warriors.
Thus, this warrior of the Underworld knelt respectfully on one knee, bowing his head like a noble knight of old.
"Earth Star Furneus: Lu Qi!"
"Greetings, Lord Hades!"
The newly reborn fighter knelt respectfully.
In this Titan conflict, the number of fighters had increased by six, each having been forged in the crucible of battle and tears. They would grow stronger.
To protect their supreme Lord Hades, they were willing to sacrifice everything.
Faith!
Life!
Soul!
All were willing to offer themselves to Lord Hades.