King of Underworld

Chapter 154

Gigantomachia - Part 2

Flash—Boom!

Zeus’s thunderbolt illuminated the battlefield, revealing the chaos below. Gigantes roared as they hurled boulders and mountains, while the gods countered with their divine powers, charging into battle.

Not far away, Poseidon swung his trident, summoning the sea to his side. Living waves surged, crashing into the Gigantes with relentless force.

“Die!”

“This cursed war ends today!”

Crash! Whoosh!

Except for a few isolated skirmishes, the battle quickly devolved into a sprawling melee.

Most striking was Zeus, wielding his thunderbolt and the mighty Scythe, clashing against Eurymedon, the Gigantes’ king, who swung an enormous torch. That torch—possibly a gift from Gaia herself—managed to withstand Scythe’s blows, though it was clear Zeus would prevail if no other forces intervened.

Elsewhere, Poseidon unleashed his power to sweep through the battlefield, but several Gigantes surrounded him, closing the distance. The largest and most imposing among them stepped forward.

“Poseidon, Lord of the Sea! I am Polybotes!”

“Your name doesn’t interest me.”

Nearby, Apollo loosed shining arrows that pierced through monstrous forms, while Hephaestus, wreathed in flames, burned Gigantes alive. One by one, the gods engaged their foes, finding counterparts suited to their strengths. With the Gigantes holding the numerical advantage, the Olympians needed every ounce of their divine might to turn the tide.

“Hyaaaaaah!”

Crash! Boom!

Hercules shattered a mountain hurled at him with the massive steel club forged by Hephaestus. Proving himself as a god, the former mortal rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through the Gigantes like a storm. Even as a mortal, Hercules rivaled divine powers; now, as a god, he was unmatched save for the Three Great Gods.

“Th-that power...!”

“How is he so strong if he’s not even one of the Twelve Olympians?”

Monsters foolish enough to stand against him were torn apart, heads separated from bodies or exploded into grotesque sprays.

Amid this chaos, my role was clear.

Instead of overwhelming the masses, my task was to spread confusion, weaken morale, and eliminate key commanders. I slipped into the shadows, wielding the bident with precision, invisible under the Helm of Darkness, Kynee.

Squelch—Shkkk—

Gigantes fell, pierced through vital points as I moved unseen, ensuring they had no chance to counter. Staying in one spot would give away my position, so I darted from place to place, emulating the swiftness of Hermes.

Whizz—

An incoming spear—a mistake from Hera. Twisting my body, I dodged the deadly projectile as it tore through a line of Gigantes, causing a destructive shockwave.

The Kynee’s advantage lay in rendering me invisible to all but the primordial gods. However, amidst the chaos of this battlefield, such invisibility could also become a hindrance.

“Kill him before he disappears again!”

“He removed the Helm of Darkness? Fool!”

There were always fools like these, even during the Titanomachy—those who thought me an assassin whose power was meaningless if I could be found.

“Return to the Underworld, Hades!”

“For King Eurymedon!”

Like beasts scenting prey, they charged at me. I gestured calmly, summoning the Underworld’s power.

Whinny—Shriek!

The spectral chariot of the Underworld emerged, pulled by ghostly horses. Mounting the chariot, I urged the steeds forward, cutting a swath through the ranks of Gigantes with my bident. Even without the Kynee, they had underestimated me.

“Run and hide like the rat you are!”

“I’ll claim the glory of defeating one of the Three Great Gods!”

Many Titans once held similar delusions—before they were cast into Tartarus.

A war for the dominion of the world.

As mountains, boulders, and divine powers obliterated the landscape, something unusual stirred amidst the carnage.

Sssaaa—

“...?”

“Ah...”

All heads turned momentarily, even those locked in combat. Beyond Zeus, locked in a titanic duel with Eurymedon, and Poseidon, whose waves swept away entire ranks of Gigantes, another presence made itself known.

Craaaaack!

A black figure streaked across the battlefield, wreathed in an aura far darker and more fearsome than the war god’s red glow. Like a meteor in the night sky, it tore through the Gigantes, leaving destruction in its wake. None failed to recognize the figure.

“It’s Lord Hades.”

“He’s finally stepping in for real.”

The King of the Underworld unleashed his full power. Having sown chaos under the guise of invisibility, he now donned the mantle of one of the Three Great Gods, standing as a harbinger of death.

From his chariot, Hades wielded his bident, each strike emitting a pitch-black light that erased all within its path. Gigantes, creatures mighty enough to challenge the gods, disintegrated without a trace wherever the black radiance struck.

The battlefield clearly favored Olympus. With no way to suppress all Three Great Gods, the Gigantes faltered. Unlike the immortal gods, the Gigantes could die—and their corpses now littered the plains.

Drip...

The bodies of the fallen seeped into the earth.

Unbeknownst to most, the blood and flesh of the Gigantes soaked into the ground, as if returning to their mother, Gaia.