The Story of Typhon - (4)

Mount Olympus, the divine palace atop lofty clouds.

Reclining and savoring his victory, Typhon found it odd that Cadmus hadn't returned. He had promised to grant him a goddess in exchange for playing the lyre by his side.

Could he have fled? No mortal would reject the reward of embracing a goddess. Perhaps it was Zeus's scheme.

As Typhon pondered this, he was about to summon his monster subordinate, Delphyne, to fetch the insolent human when he sensed numerous divine powers approaching.

"Do the minions dare challenge me again?"

No matter how many fleeing gods gathered, it would be useless...

"Typhon! I have returned!"

Zeus, holding Astrape, stood upon the black clouds. The sinews that should have been severed... That wretched human!

Rising quickly, Typhon saw black clouds gathering above, unleashing a fierce lightning bolt.

Crack! Boom!

"Aaargh!"

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

It felt as if his entire body was burning.

Lightning that should have merely stung was now excruciating.

Typhon gritted his teeth at the power of Zeus's lightning. It hadn't been this severe when he ambushed Olympus.

Those accursed old crones, the Moirai, and their strange fruit!

"I won't be careless this time. Let's see who truly deserves the throne of the gods!"

Zeus, having regained his sinews, wielded his destructive blue lightning, radiating power. His thunderous voice roared as he launched Astrape again.

"Aargh!"

Typhon wasn't idle. As the god of storms, he unleashed winds strong enough to topple mountains, scorching everything around. Zeus's lightning was painful, but the weakened Typhon couldn't be killed easily.

A massive hand, wrapped in a whirlwind, lunged at Zeus. If he could just crush the king of the gods...

'Once I subdue Zeus, the others are nothing.'

As Typhon thought this, a sweet voice reached his ears.

"Hey, look here for a moment."

A small, weak voice from the ground. Yet, it was irresistibly alluring, diverting Typhon's attention downward.

A beautifully adorned woman, Aphrodite, smiled brightly, meeting Typhon's gaze. The full charm of the goddess of beauty halted his reaching hand.

"Zeus! Is it alright if Mount Olympus gets a bit damaged?" "Less talking, more action, Poseidon!" "Then I won't hold back!"

The blue-haired god raised his trident high and struck the ground with all his might. The masterpiece of the three Cyclopes, the Trident of Poseidon, caused the earth to shake violently.

"Earth, tremble. Reveal your depths to me."

Demeter, with a cold, steady voice, touched the ground.

The earthquake assisted by the goddess of the earth disrupted Typhon's balance, making it hard for him to move.

Hestia's warmth enveloped the gods, while Hephaestus's hammer unleashed fierce flames, burning everything.

The storm raged so fiercely that even trees turned to dust, and the ground cracked. Mount Olympus was gradually losing its form.

Not far from Mount Olympus, the city of mortals faced a catastrophe.

Crack! Boom!

Thunder resounded from the sky, and the earth shook with earthquakes. Buildings collapsed, and storms raged as people cried out to the gods.

"Aaah! Zeus! What have we done wrong?" "It must be Poseidon's wrath! Did you offer the sea's tribute on time?" "Save us!"

Rumble—

People desperately fled the city, while some stayed to pray at the temples of the gods, hoping their prayers would appease the deities' wrath.

Crack!

Again, thunder and storm battered the buildings.

"Something's wrong. The gods wouldn't punish us like this!"

The priest of Demeter in the city sensed the oddity. The disasters were too varied—thunder, lightning, heavy rain, earthquakes, and fierce winds.

No single god could wield such diverse powers. Yet, the destruction of the city required only the power of one god.

"Could the gods be fighting among themselves?"

Mortals soon realized that this was merely the aftermath of a battle, like crumbs falling from bread or sparks flying while mining.

The true disaster was occurring on Mount Olympus.

"Hahahaha! War! It's war!"

Red divine power surged like a storm from Ares. His war chariot's divine horses snorted fiercely, galloping through the air.

The god of war, laughing madly, drove his chariot towards the monster's face, not caring if his attacks failed to wound.

Unlike the scent of defeat he previously sensed, he now felt the melody of victory drawing near.

"You... you worm!"

Enraged by the combined assault of the gods, Typhon swung his arms wildly, marking the world with more destruction.

The war god's chariot was shattered, and Ares was flung into the mountainside.

"Ares!"

Even the floating clouds scattered, and the stars ascended higher in fear of Typhon. Helios's sun chariot's horses bolted skyward in fright.

In the darkening sky, Zeus's lightning and Hephaestus's flames illuminated the world.

Crack!

"Aaargh!"

Again, Zeus's blue thunder struck Typhon, causing smoke and unbearable pain. As he howled in agony, gleaming arrows struck his eyes.

"I'll take the right eye. You aim for the left!" "The next prey is a big one, brother."

Apollo, the god of the sun, and Artemis, the goddess of the moon, fired arrows imbued with the powers of their celestial bodies.

The twin gods, children of Zeus and the goddess of motherhood, Leto, were master archers. Their arrows never missed.

Following this, Hephaestus's fiery forge engulfed Typhon, and the armored goddess of wisdom struck the monster's ankles. The Olympian gods' attacks continued in succession...

"If not for those Moirai's tricks, you'd have fallen long ago!"

Yet, the monster remained resilient. Though the Olympian gods had the upper hand, Typhon, Gaia's ultimate weapon, wouldn't easily fall despite being battered and wounded.

Seeing Typhon's persistence, the god of the sea resolved to use his full strength. Submerging Typhon in the ocean's depths would surely vanquish even an immortal monster...

"Damn. That monster... Surge, waves..." "Poseidon! Summoning waves will kill the mortals on land!"

Hestia hastily warned Poseidon, who intended to bring massive waves to drown Typhon. The gods were winning, and there was no need to sacrifice the mortals.

"But how long can we keep this up..." "Just wait a bit longer; there will be a turning point!"

Athena dodged Typhon's kicks, shouting, while Poseidon sighed in frustration. Typhon, like the gods, was immortal. His storm-wielding powers implied he held the domain of storms.

Even weakened by the Moirai's trick, only Zeus or Poseidon's powerful attacks could inflict significant damage on Typhon.

Any wound not caused by their divine might would quickly heal, thanks to his tremendous vitality.

"Hahaha! Apart from those two, the rest of you are mere insects... Ugh!"

As Typhon mocked, a pitch-black, ominous slash struck him. He hastily raised an arm to block, but golden ichor, the blood of the gods, flowed from his wound.

Golden liquid splattered on the ground, marking the wound of the storm god.

The power was... weaker than Zeus but similar to being struck by Poseidon's trident. Typhon turned his gaze toward the direction of the slash.

A figure exuding a chilling aura walked toward him from a distance.

A god with black hair, wearing a worn helmet and holding a large scythe.

"...Hades!" "Uncle has succeeded. This is the end for that monster."

The scythe was the one Typhon had stolen from Zeus and hidden, the Scythe of Adamantine! A weapon strong enough to threaten even Typhon.

"One of the three gods who rule the world, Hades, king of the underworld, pronounces your fate. Listen well, monster."

The god with a gloomy appearance continued as he raised the helmet above his head.

"You will be cast into Tartarus for eternity."

As the lord of the underworld donned the helmet fully, even Typhon, who could catch Hermes with his speed, lost sight of him completely.