The Greece Antagonist

"Hum~!"

Immediately, a strong thrumming sound arose from deep within the earth, as dense and twisted patterns of light spread across the ground, interconnecting and amalgamating into a vast magic circle diagram spanning hundreds of miles.

Following that, columns of gray-black smoke surged upwards from the fissures in the earth, and the thick ash-colored fog pervaded the air, enshrouding the entirety of Athens and War God Mountain, turning this land, originally owned by the living, into a realm for the dead to dwell.

And when the transformation was complete, Athena raised her hand to catch the Spear of Victory, which had turned back into Nike, and struck the ground with it, letting out a piercing battle cry.

"The fight is not yet over, victory has not yet arrived!"

"Ye fallen, pick up your heads, and fight for me!"

In an instant, the bodies of the slain warriors struggled to rise up from the ruins—picking up their heads to set upon severed necks, picking up their arms to reattach to shoulders, or dragging their bisected trunks, gripping their weapons tightly, they looked enviously and fervently towards the goddess destined to bring them victory and glory.

"For Athena!"

"For Athena!"

"For Athena!"

As their chants echoed like collapsing mountains and tsunamis, driven by their passions and unfinished courage from their lives, they stepped over gravel and crossed through flames, charging towards the dense offspring of Typhon outside the temple in the fiercely burning blaze of flesh and bone.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

The new King Theseus, with his remaining arm, drew his dagger from his waist and roared in fury.

Behind him, the deities, divine monsters, heroes, and warriors, pushing their exhausted bodies to their limits, launched an attack. The cutting Aether Tide enveloped the battlefield, like the God of Death swinging his scythe, following in the footsteps of those who went before.

At this moment, the living fought shoulder to shoulder with the dead;

At this moment, freshness and decay shared the same glory;

At this moment, life had already transcended life itself.

Seeing the whole of Athens transformed into the Netherworld, with the fully unleashed netherworld authority of Hades and Persephone crushing down on them, Demon Ancestor Typhon actually looked towards Athena in surprise and fury.

"Madmen! You're all mad! Going as far as to mobilize the entire Netherworld's authority to suppress me? Even if you defeat me, what then? Without anyone to restrain Kronos, he's not something those brats of Olympus can contend with. He'll surely cleanse Thessaly in blood!"

"It doesn't matter, as long as we eliminate you quickly, we can send troops to support Thessaly."

Athena effortlessly wiped the blood from her lips and spoke indifferently, her cold gaze hauntingly fixed on Demon Ancestor Typhon, whose body's self-healing abilities had come to a halt under the pressure of the netherworld authority.

Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, lightly shook the golden bough in her hand, the rich miasma of death miraculously transformed into a rich breath of life, streaming into Athena and the surrounding assembly of deities and divine monsters.

Watching the figures closing in around him, Typhon shook his head and roared in anger.

"Defeat me? What a joke! My divine soul has long been immortal; even if you destroy this vessel, you cannot completely erase me!"

Yet, despite his words, his body was involuntarily retreating.

Clearly, the Demon Ancestor was afraid.

But Hades, the God of the Underworld, and Persephone had already spread out, flanking Athena to form a triangular formation, ensnaring Typhon firmly in the center. The powers of the Netherworld and the Labyrinth intertwined, turning the area into a prison that seemed sealed and shut.

"I am immortal!"

Typhon raised his only remaining head in a ferocious shout as his authority violently surged in all directions.

Athena raised the Spear of Victory high, Hades whirled his bident, Persephone swept the Garden Golden Branch—three powerful divine forces shattered the ink-like disaster of divinity, revealing Typhon's scar-covered body.

The only head left on the neck did not multiply, and the various injuries and losses on his body did not heal.

Clearly, in this harrowing and prolonged battle, Typhon's own divinity and authority had been expended to the brink of exhaustion.

In an instant, a hundred streaks of light shot through the sky.

Hestia pulled the trigger, Gorgon unfolded its magic eye...

The Three Graces scattered petals, The Nine Muses played the chords...

Circe raised her tin staff high, Mother of Serpents chanted divine words...

All present—deities, divine monsters, or heroes—unleashed their attacks on the Demon Ancestor Typhon without exception.

Scorching projectiles, lashing magic beams, swinging spears, and sharp blades descended upon Typhon, and the already battered dragon body burst open in thick clouds of blood mist. Chunks of flesh and shattered bone were peeled from the body.

"Argh~!"

Typhon couldn't help but let out a piercing scream, his eyes filled with shock and rage.

Because he suddenly realized that he was not only losing flesh and blood but also portions of the divine soul that dwelled within.

Those foundations that sustained his immortality were also torn apart by the relentless bombardment of the deities, scattering with the chunks of flesh and blood that left his body.

They were actually dividing My Divine Soul!

A shiver went through Typhon's heart, and he hurriedly dispersed his authority, attempting to call back those torn fragments of soul.

However, as soon as he reacted, several agile figures flitted over, snatching up the divinity-laden flesh that fell from his body and gulping it down like a pack of scavenging hyenas.

Typhon took a closer look and nearly exploded with fury.

Because those brazen hyenas that stole his divine flesh were none other than his undutiful sons and daughters.

The Nine-Headed Hydra, the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, the Nemean lion, the three-headed King of Monsters Chimera, the lion-bodied Sphinx, the harpies... Each one, a member of Typhon's progeny aligned with War God Mountain, unabashedly devoured the divine flesh and blood that burst forth from their sire Typhon, reenacting the classic Greek familial drama of father's kindness and filial piety.

"Damned spawn! Give it back to me!"

Enraged, Typhon raised his head and spewed poisonous flames, trying to reclaim his divinity and divine soul fragments.

However, Athena's Spear of Victory, the Underworld King's bident, and the Queen of the Underworld's garden golden bough simultaneously smashed down, not only scattering Typhon's barely gathered authority but also each severing a large chunk of divine flesh from the Demon Ancestor's body.

The Hellhound Cerberus and the two purple serpents behind the Gorgon opened their mouths wide, seizing these three substantial portions of divine flesh at once.

Such selfish behavior incited discontent growls from the rest of Typhon's offspring, and the more cunning ones, not satisfied with picking up scraps from the outskirts, actively penetrated the barrier and bit down on their sire Typhon's core.

"Get off! Get off!"

Struggling in vain under the forceful suppression of Athena and the Underworld King couple, Typhon roared desperately, his eyes filled with anger and shock as he looked toward his undutiful offspring charging at him.

Because, he realized that due to the compatibility of their bloodlines and divinity, the divine flesh and soul fragments that were peeled from him were quickly being digested after being swallowed by these treacherous young.

If he continued to be cut to pieces and then reduced to fodder for these treacherous young, his own self might consequently dissolve.

The so-called immortality would cease to exist!

"All of you give to me—"

Just as Typhon was about to assert his dominance as Demon Ancestor and Father God, and order these undutiful children who wanted to burst his Gold Coin apart to get lost, an icy chill suddenly struck him below, followed by an intense pain that penetrated his soul.

"...Argh!!!"

Typhon let out a mournful howl, his eyes blood-red as he looked at a Golden Hound that had emerged below him.

Seemingly detecting the hate-filled and murderous gaze of the Demon Ancestor, the hound whimpered, quickly grabbing a stick-like object that stretched dozens of meters, like a thick tree trunk, from the ground with its tail between its legs and dashing out of the barrier that besieged Typhon.

It seemed like a habitual offender.

When did this dog slip in?

And, what it had in its mouth seemed to be...

Vaguely, the deities responsible for surrounding and dismembering realized something, and all looked toward Typhon, blood gushing from beneath him, with weird gazes.

"Die! All of you die for me!"

A surge of humiliation instantly flooded the Demon Ancestor's mind, and the furious Beast Power erupted from him, shaking War God Mountain so violently that the deathly grey fog carrying the Netherworld authority roiled.

"Puff!"

A Victory Spear piercing through the air shattered Typhon's head, causing the Demon Ancestor to become compliant once again, only able to silently experience that egg-crushing sorrow.

"Speed up!"

Athena, while tossing large bones and chunks of flesh to Typhon's progeny behind her, turned to look at the intensifying Divine Energy rising from Thessaly Battlefield and solemnly reminded,

"We... don't have much time left!"