The Greece Antagonist

Hercules saw this scene and frowned slightly, not very satisfied.

He had intended to smash the entire passage, and the divine power he had stimulated should have been sufficient, but the result was far from what he had expected.

It seemed that in this dark underground, there was some force that shielded the starlight and thunder from the sky, invisibly limiting his performance.

"Mother Earth Gaea, do you favor these evil spawn?"

Hercules murmured to himself, watching as the collapsed rubble began to wriggle and sink. He then swung his axe several more times, causing more rubble to fall, in an effort to slow down the pursuit of the giant spirits.

Soon after, hearing the calls of his companions, he turned his head and followed the team.

As his imposing figure also jumped in, the entrance to the forked path quietly sealed itself.

In the darkness, the Spartan twins, who worshiped Apollo, transformed their divinity into a source of light, illuminating the path ahead, while one demigod of Hermes and one follower of Artemis were responsible for finding the way and guarding against dangers around them.

Hercules, who was a step behind, unhesitatingly organized the demigods who still had the ability to fight, guarding both flanks and the rear to prevent sudden attacks from the giant spirit clan.

It seemed that the giant spirits in the dark were hesitant to attack due to the heroes' tight formation and Hercules' bravery.

But as time passed, the eerie calm increasingly unsettled the twins.

"There's light ahead!"

The Hermes demigod leading the way shouted excitedly, and everyone followed the sound with joy in their hearts.

After walking another hundred meters or so, they were suddenly met with an expansive view.

An enormous expanse of continuous wilderness came into view, with eleven temples built of black volcanic stone, standing majestically on the plain and arranged in a circular pattern around the central tower.

The colossal tower seemed to be engraved with the glowing mark of a sickle, emitting a scarlet light in the darkness.

Similarly, the surrounding eleven temples were also inscribed with similar ancient emblems, representing time with an hourglass, the sea with waves, light with flame, memory with a book, and justice with a scale...

However, these emblems filled with divinity were varied in color, with some in vivid scarlet, others in a dull gray of death, and still others in a resistant gold.

Regardless, they were all brought together in this way.

Blue-white flames, as if leading straight to the Netherworld abyss, were raging around the eleven temples, with eleven flickering Divine Emblems like pearls forcibly strung together, forming the appearance of a burning crown in the underground darkness, guarding the central tower.

Invisibly, the ancient, majestic, and furious Divine Will hit them like a wave, and the Divine Blood Heroes at the entrance felt as if they were under a deep sea of ten thousand meters or in an infinitely vast starry sky, their breaths halted, and their thoughts and actions slowly stripped away.

"Clang!"

The dark, nameless axe-sword violently struck the rock wall beside it, letting out a piercing boom.

"Wake up!"

The roar, like that of a lion from behind, shook everyone's body and mind, snapping their consciousness back into focus.

"Something's not right ahead, retreat!"

Hercules continued to shout warnings, looking toward the palace complex with rare apprehension and awe.

He had heard from his teacher Perseus that before the Olympus gods ruled the world, Titan King Cronus was the one and only ruler of all. Unlike the current Divine King Zeus, Cronus's dictatorship was more tyrannical; the sky, the earth, the Netherworld, and the ocean were theoretically under his jurisdiction.

The other eleven chief Titan gods had to obey his rule, like pearls adorning his crown.

Though after the Titanomachy, Cronus along with the divine body system of Mount Othrys was no more, as an immortal Chief God, these old rulers still had the potential to return.

The sight of the eleven temples guarding the tower, along with the eleven fluctuating Divine Emblems above, made Hercules think of a possibility.

The giant spirits were conducting a ritual.

A ritual to summon the Old Gods, to welcome the return of Titan King Cronus!

If this place was the main site of the ritual, then they...

Hercules's thoughts reached this point, and he suddenly felt a shiver, his face turning pale.

"Go, let's get out of here!"

"What's wrong?"
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"We've been tricked! This isn't an exit, it's a sacrificial site!"

Hercules responded through clenched teeth, then took a deep breath and looked darkly at the towering underground complex.

"We're the sacrifices prepared by the giant spirits to liberate the Titan Old Gods!"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but feel a shock surge through them.

The Titan Gods had once been defeated and sealed by the Pantheon of Gods of Olympus, and as Divine Blood Heroes, most of them carried the bloodline of the gods of Olympus, clearly making them the ideal sacrifices to break the seals.

In the dim light from the entrance, a few sharp-eyed demigods saw a dozen human corpses, drained of blood, lying in front of the Titan temples, and cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.

"It's those people who died in battle and went missing earlier!"

Upon seeing the tragic state of their fallen comrades, a sound of swallowing saliva arose among the heroes, and they dared not linger in this place any longer, quickly turning back to retreat.

However, after only a few steps, they found that the path they had come through had somehow turned into a cold rock wall.

What was more fatal was that tremors from beneath the underground wilderness began to resonate, and dozens of even larger giant spirits emerged from the soil, wielding stone knives and giant hammers, coming towards them with sinister smiles.