Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 103 The Terrifying Poseidon
Zeus smiled, a smile that held a deeper meaning: "No rush."

He looked at Campbell, his voice gentle yet firm: "Daughter of Pontus, would you like to speak with me alone?"

Camper had no other ideas; he was happy to be able to talk!

All she could do was obey, nodding hurriedly and repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

Zeus pulled her aside, and with a wave of his hand, he concealed her figure and voice, creating a private space where they could chat quietly.

After a long while, suddenly, a sharp rebuke came from the darkness, filled with determination and indignation: "Enough! The God-King has bestowed honor upon me, and I, Campor, will forever be loyal to the God-King!"

"There's nothing more to say, I'll fight you to the death!" The beautiful succubus's voice was filled with the tragic grandeur of facing death.

The concealment vanished instantly, and Campor's divine body returned to its enormous size, with fifty ferocious beast heads around his waist roaring and tearing at him. His cold, dark scorpion tail lashed out, baring its fangs and claws, like a completely berserk beast, and charged at Zeus.

Poseidon was taken aback for a moment, then his face lit up with schadenfreude. He laughed and said, "Zeus, so there are gods you can't persuade with your clever words! Hahaha! It seems your charm isn't always effective!"

He prepared to step forward, with the savagery of rejection, saying, "Let me deal with these ungrateful fools who don't know what's good for them!"

Zeus seemed to be enraged as well, but simply snorted and said, "I'll handle this myself!"

Seeing Campbell rushing towards him, he initially wanted to kill him with a single punch, but after looking at Campbell's divine body, he realized he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Slapping him in the face would be a shame, slapping his upper body would be an even bigger shame.

As for her lower body, which was covered with thousands of venomous snakes, Zeus didn't even want to touch it.

Finally, Zeus flashed around to the back of Campbell's neck and swiftly snapped her neck with a chop.

Camper's massive body went limp instantly, losing all life, but it did not completely dissipate.

Zeus's decisiveness surprised Poseidon. Looking at Campbell, who had collapsed, Poseidon felt a pang of regret, but he said nothing. This feeling of regret vanished in an instant.

Zeus removed the dark chains binding her serpent tail and then threw her enormous divine body to Hades: "Hades, shroud her in darkness, forbidding her divine consciousness and laws from returning to the world. Later, hand her over to Pontus."

Hades nodded, his cold and handsome face expressionless. He waved his hand and summoned endless darkness, which enveloped Camper's massive body like a tide, completely concealing it.

Mauriceus was stunned. This development was too unbelievable and beyond His comprehension. However, He had no time to think about it, because an even more important moment had arrived.

Zeus had already begun his high-pitched and solemn chant, the sacred hymns echoing in the darkness:
"All things are silent, light and shadow have faded, in the desolate depths of the world's beginning, the great goddess of night, not a night of dust, not a night of faint starlight, but the primordial darkness, the endless void, on the edge of chaos, that first mysterious veil, the eternal night, the great primordial night, please answer my call and come to my aid."

The eternal Nyx quietly emerged from the darkness.

Her figure was as deep and flawless as the night, with extreme darkness enveloping her perfect and voluptuous divine body.

A veil of dark black gauze, appearing and disappearing, shrouded her deep eyes, adding to her mystery and allure.

Out of the corner of her eye, she gave Hades and Campbell, who appeared to be dead in the darkness, a meaningful glance.

Then, she smiled and nodded in homage to Zeus, her voice filled with endless tenderness: "Great Lord who rules over all, the night heeds your call."

Zeus said gently, “Great Night, thank you for coming. I beg for your help. Please join Hades in completely shrouding the world in endless darkness, so that no god may know what is happening at this moment, until our purpose is achieved.”

The deep and mysterious Nyx nodded again, his exquisite face bearing a gentle smile: "As you wish."

As soon as the words were spoken, the great power of the night began to operate, and the boundless power of the primordial god began to be unleashed. The formless and shapeless night, like the deepest ink, began to spread silently in the abyss, enveloping all visible and invisible existence and obscuring all vision.

Hades also wielded his dark authority, and the void of darkness boiled under his command.

Darkness, which has not had its true master for far too long, now rejoices because of Hades' power.

The night was silent and still, without any ripples, already merging with the rolling, endless darkness, adding an extra layer of absolute security to this already all-encompassing abyss.

At this moment, the darkness and night of the underground world have become a complete black hole, concealing everything within it without revealing the slightest fluctuation.

Upon seeing this, Zeus let out a majestic shout, the sound echoing in the endless darkness, carrying with it unparalleled divine power.

He displayed the incomparably majestic body of the Olympian king of gods, a massive and awe-inspiring figure that radiated a divine brilliance even in the darkness.

Campbell's divine body, stretching for thousands of miles, appeared as insignificant as a speck of dust before Zeus's majestic divine king body.

He gripped the dark, chain-like anchor tightly in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a simple movement contained the power to shatter the void where the anchor stood, instantly reducing it to dust. Then, pulling on the unbreakable chain anchor, he stirred and fished in the endless sea of ​​nothingness, dragging the giant's body along.

In Tartarus, a concept of pure nothingness, there is not even a concept of space; everything is chaos and emptiness.

Even with anchor points, pulling them back from that deep void is an extremely difficult and laborious task.

There were no strange things that bothered Him, mainly because there was nothing that could survive in Tartarus.

Even for ordinary powerful beings, without this anchor point as a coordinate, there is only one path: destruction. They can only be completely devoured by Tartarus and ultimately return to nothingness, with no other possibility.

Tartarus cannot immediately wear down and devour the great god, but without an anchor point as a coordinate and energy support, he can only be worn down to his end.

There is absolutely no way to escape, because Tartarus doesn't even have the concept of space. There is nowhere to escape, no way to escape, and no way to escape.

Unless, one possesses the supreme power capable of shattering true, pure chaos.

It is clear that although the six giants are extremely powerful, they are not capable of doing this.

Zeus, relying on darkness, used the anchor point to fish in the endless void for a very long time before finally rescuing the giants one by one from the endless abyss.

The giants, who had just regained their "light," reacted very slowly.

Because their consciousness was so tragically ravaged by endless attrition and torment that it almost completely collapsed.

At this moment, when they suddenly see "reality and existence," even if this real world consists only of darkness and night, they still feel it is unreal.

They even doubted whether they were still trapped in a self-numbing illusion, unable to believe what they were seeing.

As for Zeus and Hades, they seemed too "small" to the giants' almost numb senses; the giants, whose minds were nearly broken, could not even perceive their existence.

Until Zeus flew up to them and punched them twice, waking them up.

The intense pain was a luxury they could only experience at this moment, a real sensation for these tormented giants.

Only then did their almost extinguished divine consciousness begin to truly revive, gradually awakening from endless loneliness and despair.

Those who have been resurrected in their divinity have finally discovered that their chaotic divine consciousness is real!

They have truly returned from that endless nothingness!
Finally, I was saved from endless torment and despair!

This second period of being banished to Tartarus was far longer than the first.

The years were so long and boundless that they almost completely collapsed and lost all sense of self!
They embraced each other, their enormous bodies trembling with ecstasy, shouting wildly, their voices echoing in the darkness, even embracing the ethereal darkness and night. Everything that existed in reality filled them with ecstasy!
All the giants were nearly insane at this moment, immersed in the immense joy of regaining their freedom, so much so that they were unaware of Zeus and his companions in front of them, and had completely forgotten the beating they had just suffered.

The dancing giants even stirred up the endless darkness and night, their power surging, causing the entire underground world to tremble violently, as if it were about to collapse.

If it weren't for the Lady of the Night and Hades doing their utmost to conceal it, such a commotion would surely have attracted the attention of Cronus, the king of the gods.

Zeus did not disturb them; they truly needed to vent their frustrations and release the pain and repression they had endured for countless years.

The six giants were simply too powerful; their power erupted uncontrollably in their frenzy, and Zeus and the others temporarily kept their distance to avoid being affected by their violent and frenzied power.

As for Melius, if Zeus hadn't been protecting him, he would have been completely destroyed long ago by the power unintentionally unleashed by the giant.

Poseidon, standing nearby, was still in awe of the giants' unimaginable size and power.

Rumors are not as good as seeing. No matter how much one had heard that the giant was huge and powerful, reality exceeded one's imagination.

Zeus's divine body was already infinitely magnificent, the three Cyclopes were alright, but the three Hecatoncheires were even larger than Zeus's divine body!
No wonder each of them could rival the primordial Titans, no wonder they possessed power that made the gods tremble.

Even though He was always arrogant, He had to admit that no giant was weaker than Him.

Poseidon's arrogant face was now filled with amazement and disbelief.

However, after the initial shock, it was the first time in His divine life that He truly felt fear and dread.

(End of this chapter)