Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 552 - 165: Rise Again_2

at that moment, typhon’s chaotic mind seemed to grasp something. it was a trap, and he was the beast caught in the net.

"surrender, typhon, it’s all over now,"

standing high in the heavens, zeus had no idea where the gods who had fled from mount olympus were now, but he believed they were likely all watching the outcome of this battle.

"swear loyalty to me, the progenitor of demons—i can be lenient with you,"

roar—!

"zeus!"

with a mighty roar, without a hint of hesitation, a savage force was unleashed from typhon the moment he saw zeus.

what of schemes and tricks, what of traps, what of the fruit of one day and fate? could any of that hold a place in his eyes? if so, he would not have come to the surface of the earth but would have obediently stayed underground, heeding gaia’s teachings, waiting for the so-called ’helpers’, waiting for the right ’moment’.

now, the old creature had disappeared somewhere unknown, and the whole world seemed to be against him, but he would not fear or hesitate. he was the demon god of destruction, the frenzied monster, and no matter what stood in his way, he had to overcome it first!

boom—

a storm that reached from the sky to the earth erupted, charging recklessly towards the divine king, followed by typhon’s earth-shaking roar.

e!"

"to kill you, or to be killed by you, there has never been a third option between us!"

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it was as if her escape from olympus had been but an illusion; zeus had never been strung up on typhon’s bones and dragged like a dead dog to the top of the mountain of the gods.

"has time become distorted... perhaps i should take a look,"

"and the sun... if it really was a premonitory dream, what does that signify?"

the sun in athena’s dream felt different from the one she had known before, but dreams and reality are inherently distinct, and prophecies aren’t so straightforward.

thus, after hesitating for a moment, athena chose to approach the battleground of the divine king, but she shifted her course to be a little closer to the star-studded sky.

if it indeed was a premonitory dream, then everything in the dream should hold some significance. she would not encounter any danger; the one who truly faced harm was someone else. in this view, perhaps the change in the sun was a blessing rather than a curse for her.

...

"roar—!"

claws swinging, rage and unwillingness surged in typhon’s heart. bearing the brunt of the thunderous sky, just like the last time, the king of all monsters charged forth regardless of his own injuries.

compared to before, zeus, who held thunder, seemed a tad stronger, but for zeus at this moment, the once-proud divine artifact had lost much of its crucial significance. as for his opponent, typhon, he cared not a whit for such a change; he simply opened his gaping maw and lunged at the divine king.

tear—

the sound of flesh being ripped apart, of skin breaking, but what followed was an excruciating pain.

typhon watched, shocked and angry, as one of his heads was severed. although the flesh on his neck was regenerating and a new head would grow back before long, this was still inconceivable.

he should have easily achieved victory, he could have torn zeus to pieces once more... confusion and anger raged in his chest, and typhon felt uncontrollable fury.

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