"Sorry, we still couldn’t hold off the Divine King for even three breaths of ti." The man held up the Blazing Heaven Covering Seven Rings that had been pierced through and smiled bitterly.
"Ajax..." Xue Dili looked at the man in front of him.
"No, we haven’t exerted our final strength yet..." Hector ca to Xue Dili’s side and pointed to the Nether River below, "This is the Netherworld, we, the dead, can crawl out of the Nether River at any ti!"
"Hector..."
"Odysseus..."
Every hero resisted the pull and erosion of the resentful souls in the Nether River, standing up by sheer will.
Not only the twenty heroes who ca to the Netherworld, but also the six who fell to the Sea Sirens, the three who died at the hands of the Scylla Sea Monster, and the two laid to rest by thunder and storm in the Aegean Sea.
They all crawled out of the Nether River.
The thirty-one heroes of the Celestial Thunder, all gathered except for Achilles.
"What slogan should we call this ti?" Soone joked with a smile, "We just said the na of our holand, didn’t we?"
"Then, let’s fight for a better tomorrow." Odysseus chid in, his fist eting Xue Dili’s.
"For those who long for life." Hector extended his fist.
"For the friendship we’ve shared all along the way." More and more heroes joined in, extending their fists.
"For our dreams."
...
Several fists t together, finally, Xue Dili also extended his fist.
"For the future of the world!"
The thirty-one heroes of the Celestial Thunder once again brought their fists together.
...
All of this transpired in less than 0.01 seconds, thirty-one heroes stood behind Xue Dili, their war cries echoed through the heavens, their fury unquenchable.
Thirty-one javelins shot forth like thirty-one teors, headed straight for Zeus!
"Heroic Xediles!" Zeus bellowed hysterically.
Thirty-one teors targeted him, and Zeus desperately avoided Xue Dili’s javelin, but in the next mont, a spear grazed his skull, splitting it open and sending fragnts into the Nether River.
Another javelin pierced his chest, filling him with rage.
Zeus was overco with shock and anger, for each javelin now triggered the Second Generation God King’s curse!
According to the curse’s judgnt, each javelin was an extension of Xue Dili’s attack.
Run! Zeus! Run!
This third-generation God King now resembled a dog that had lost its ho, his skull peeled back, the brain within quivering, his chest shattered, the heart’s location empty.
Yet he was still not dead, as long as he could escape the Netherworld...
Call Typhon? It’s too late! Typhon is in the deepest part of the Abyss, and he’d be dead countless tis over by the ti it gets here.
He didn’t understand why it was happening like this, why these heroes were risking their lives against him.
Clearly, he was the venerated God King, welcod by all wherever he went.
But suddenly, this Netherworld seed destined to beco his grave?
And these heroes, why were they shouting these incomprehensible words about the world, tomorrow, the future, even after their deaths, as they charged at him?
Zeus trembled with rage, his body icy cold.
Endless Heroic Spirits suddenly burst forth on his escape path, so clutching at his legs, others stabbing at him with spears of Cursed Blood.
He didn’t care anymore, his only thought was escape.
However, ahead was not an exit, but rather he saw a colossal triple-masted ship breaking through the Nether River, barreling toward him like a cannonball with no intention of changing course.
"Impossible, how can the Celestial Thunder sail on the Nether River!" Zeus stared in horror as the Celestial Thunder charged toward him, seeing on its deck the Divine Power belonging to Hades!
He understood, he understood everything.
"Hades! You betrayed !" Zeus’s angry roar echoed, and then the Celestial Thunder crashed straight into him.
"Boom!"
The ship shattered, the Celestial Thunder’s undefeatable impact crashing through the Nether River, hitting Zeus and slamming into the Netherworld’s rocky wall.
This ship carrying the brilliance and glory of thirty-two heroes broke apart, scattering into splinters, forever sinking into the Nether River.
At this point, the mission of the mortal heroes was complete.
A battered and defeated Zeus struggled to rise from the ruins, fleeing desperately, afraid to look back at how close Xue Dili might be.
His multi-layered curses exploded, his body like a candle flickering in the wind, but it didn’t matter, as long as he could reach that place, as long as he reached the skies of Greece...
"Zeus, I will stop you until the very last mont!" Achilles finally caught sight of Zeus, seeing the Celestial Thunder entering the Netherworld just monts ago.
He was willing to follow those aboard the Celestial Thunder into the afterlife!
"Get out of my way!" Zeus had no patience for this boy, with an angry thunderous punch he sent Achilles flying, the raging thunder instantly engulfing him.
He didn’t care at all about the fate of that boy, because the exit lay just ahead, he could already see the sunlight streaming in from outside the Netherworld.
Then, a tall and strong figure blocked that light.
It was a robust man draped in a golden lion skin, raising the bow and arrow in his hands, aiming at Zeus.
"Whiz!"
The arrow cut through space, the arrowhead smothered in the Nine-headed Hydra’s venom piercing Zeus’s abdon.
This strike, seemingly torn Zeus’s heart wide open.
"Hercules, my child, why!" Zeus’s expression was one of sheer agony, "In the new world, I had prepared a position among the Power Angels for you, my child, why, why do you do this!"
"You shouldn’t destroy Greece!" Hercules nocked another arrow, "That’s my holand, the place of my birth and upbringing, and the last place I can reminisce about as my old ho. If anyone dares to destroy it..."
"I’ll fight them with everything I’ve got!"
Hercules drew his longbow to its full extent, roaring: "Martial Art: Hundred-Headed Shooter!"
In an instant, nearly a hundred arrowheads coated with the Nine-headed Hydra’s venom launched toward Zeus...
...
Ten seconds later, Hercules died.
But he held Zeus off for more than ten breaths of ti.
At this mont, Zeus was covered in injuries, the curses of Xue Dili erupting multiple tis, and combined with Hercules’s successive strikes of venomous arrows, Zeus was now at his weakest point.
At this mont, he saw a group of Greek gods standing at the entrance to the Netherworld, plunging him into complete despair.
"Hades...Apollo...Artemis...Protheus..." As each na was uttered, the forr King of Gods fell further into silence.
He turned his head and saw Xue Dili, equally feeble, holding a Blood Spear.
He leaned against the rock wall of the Netherworld, panting continuously. Upon closer inspection, one could see a large hole in his palm, from which the blood gathered into the spear in his hand.
At that mont, Zeus knew, his fate was sealed, interconnected calculations and machinations, with mortal heroes and Hercules delaying him, buying these major gods ti, and finally trapping him completely in the Netherworld.
If the gods at the Netherworld’s entrance attacked with full force, it would be enough to hold him until nightfall.
He was finished.
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