Chapter 1 No Living Greek "Gods" Remain in Hades' Temple on Mount Olympus

No living Greek "gods" remained in Hades' temple on Mount Olympus.

Following the distribution map of the demon hunter garrison that Hassu remembered, the group evaded the few enemies in the Underworld Temple and moved swiftly through the now completely desolate palace. At this moment, the tall and magnificent hall was a scene of devastation. The once glorious murals were stained with blood, the mighty statues were covered with the marks of blades and axes, and the tall ancient Greek columns had collapsed. The marble cross-sections had a glassy texture, as if they had been melted and then cooled and solidified. The dead Olympian gods and their servants were discarded on the battlefield like slaughtered livestock.

The tall "gods" were the most conspicuous on the battlefield, but their corpses were rarely seen. The palace was filled with modified mortal servants, genetically degraded god descendants, and demigod heroes of mixed human and divine blood. Their ornate armor could not prevent them from meeting their demise in this apocalyptic catastrophe. Compared to the demon hunters' unreasonable destructive power, the Olympian "gods'" armor and protective spells were as powerless as those of infants. The blood of "gods" and humans flowed throughout the temple. On some of the most fiercely contested staircases, the congealed blood had even flowed down the steps, forming "red carpets" hundreds of meters long.

It was easy to imagine the terrible sight of blood flowing down these long steps before the battle ended.

Lily carefully stepped high as she walked past a corpse killed by a demon-breaking crossbow bolt. The strong smell of blood made her particularly uncomfortable, but Hesperianna and Little Hesperianna, being vampires, were quite fond of this environment. Hesperianna even sighed regretfully, "Ah... enough for a three-day feast."

"Can you not say that? I'm about to throw up," Lily said with a pale face. "Make a joke at another time..."

"Tch," Hesperianna clicked her tongue in disdain. As she passed another corpse, she casually kicked it over and bent down to examine it, shaking her head slightly. "This one's also human... but it looks like it's been modified."

It was a corpse wearing relatively thin armor. Compared to the tall Olympian "gods" (whether large or small), he was only a little over 1.7 meters tall. From his physique to his appearance, he was a standard human. However, his eye sockets were inlaid with shining red gemstones, and his limbs also showed obvious signs of modification. Hesperianna then turned the human's upper body over, revealing several soft tubes connecting his back of the head to his spine.

"This is a slave who was 'lucky' enough to be selected to serve the 'gods' on Mount Olympus. It's very common," Hassu said casually. "Pure-blooded Olympians are, after all, a minority. Even with those genetically degraded descendants, there aren't enough to rule this land. Plus, they consider their bloodline to be noble, so even demigods with only half their blood wouldn't personally do things like serve tea and water. Therefore, there are always a large number of human servants on Mount Olympus for these 'gods' to command. Give them some power, extend their lives for a few years, and add a little nerve control technology, and these servants will be extremely loyal."

"How many truly pure-blooded Olympian gods are there?" Hao Ren asked curiously.

"You mean those three or four meters tall? Not counting those who were mutated like Cronus and expelled from the clan, there are probably dozens of them," Hassu said. "Most of the rest are genetically degraded descendants who have reproduced on Earth, as well as the so-called 'demigod heroes' born from their union with humans. The status of these two is about the same; they are considered the most basic rulers in the Mediterranean region's theocratic society. However, occasionally, some quite excellent individuals will emerge from the genetically degraded descendants. Although they are inferior to their fathers or grandfathers, they still inherit the ability to use their innate talents and can skillfully use the supernatural powers of the Thunder Giants. This part of the genetically degraded descendants will be promoted and allowed to enter a higher class, even possessing a 'divine office.' You know, Hesperides is one of them."

"I see..." Hao Ren nodded, silently noting these things down. Although they sounded like unimportant trivialities, the information he gathered here could still be used to judge the impact strength suffered by the various races of the Dream Plane when they passed through the Wall of Reality. If there was enough data, perhaps the Data Terminal could even use it to calculate the total decay range of the Wall of Reality over the past ten thousand years and its state when it was first damaged.

Leaving these already cold corpses behind, Hao Ren and his group turned into a small path. They walked through the rugged crevices of the palace and did not encounter any wandering demon hunters along the way. The battle here was already over. The Holy Crusade, driven by their hunting instincts, would not pour too much energy into a place that had lost their interest in killing. Except for the few sentries who had to stay behind, the main force of the demon hunters had all rushed to the Poseidon Temple.

But Hao Ren knew very well that they would have an encounter battle ahead.

The path ahead suddenly opened up. After emerging from the small path, the group arrived at the side entrance of a wide square.

Hesperianna looked up ahead and saw a vast metal platform extending from the end of the square, all the way to the cliffs of Hades Peak. At the end of the platform, there was a constantly rotating beam of bright light that shot out from the platform and pierced into the clouds. In the golden clouds filled with high-energy radiation, it outlined a vague bright line, and the other end of that line fell onto another mountain peak across the sea of clouds.

The scenery on that mountain peak was vague and indistinct, and one could vaguely see another towering group of palaces standing on the top of the mountain. Blue light constantly surrounded the palaces, looking like a piece of seawater floating in the clouds.

That was Poseidon's domain, and the line of light in the sky was clearly the light path that Hassu mentioned.

This was a transportation hub, so it was obviously impossible for it to be unguarded. Even if the demon hunters could not destroy the light path itself, which was mainly built in the radiation energy field, this did not prevent them from setting up guards at the entrance and exit of each light path to prevent the enemy from escaping. In fact, every time they captured a temple, they would first block the light path platform. The already completely fallen Underworld Temple was naturally no exception.

Hundreds of demon hunters stood guard on the platform, highly vigilant. Half of them were paying attention to the movements in the light path, and the rest were constantly scanning in other directions. Their surveillance had no blind spots.

This number was slightly beyond Hao Ren's expectations.

"Three master-level commanders, and the rest are all veterans," Hassu made a judgment after a glance. "Those qualified to guard here cannot be ordinary warriors. We need to plan carefully... Solving them is not a problem. The problem is that we can't give them time to send a warning signal."

Hesperianna looked at Hassu with a strange expression. "You're becoming less and less psychologically burdened to attack your own people. I remember when you were in the Amazon jungle, you hesitated for a long time before attacking the demon hunters."

Hassu said expressionlessly, "I only hesitated for a few seconds at the time, not that long. And I'm used to it. This is just a phantom of history anyway—you don't hesitate to attack vampires now either."

"Nonsense, when have I ever hesitated to beat them up?" Hesperianna waved her hand. "You don't know what the vampire families in the Athens Sanctuary were like back then..."

Hassu: "..."

Was this something to be proud of?

Hao Ren observed the movements of the hundred or so demon hunters on the platform, noting their patterns of movement while thinking about how to eliminate these formidable sentries as quickly as possible. He diverted part of his mental energy to check the remaining munitions in his portable space, and finally hesitated between small tactical nuclear weapons and graviton bombs.

But just as the portable space was about to open, he forcibly stopped his impulse.

Lily was the first to notice and turned her head to ask in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Perhaps we don't need to take action," Hao Ren said mysteriously. "There are 'reinforcements' who will help us attract the attention of those demon hunters."

Lily didn't react for a moment. "Reinforcements? Where did the reinforcements come from?"

Just as the husky girl finished speaking, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook.

Accompanying the shaking was an angry roar from afar.

A soaring red lightning bolt suddenly pierced the sky, leaving a dazzling bright mark in the background of the Underworld Palace. Then, the sky in that direction suddenly distorted as if it were collapsing. The radioactive energy clouds, which were originally located hundreds of meters in the air, were drawn by a powerful force and began to rotate into a vortex while approaching the earth. In just a few breaths, they formed a huge storm funnel, and as these radioactive energy clouds descended, the suddenly emerging powerful force intensified again!

Cronus had climbed Mount Olympus.

Lily knew what Hao Ren meant by "reinforcements."

"He opposes heaven, opposes earth, and opposes the air. After opposing his descendants, he opposes the mountains. The life of old Mr. Cronus is a life of battle, a life of uncompromising, and a life of not doing anything good," Hao Ren said with a chuckle. "Now, let him lead those Titan giants to oppose the demon hunters..."

As Hao Ren had expected, the demon hunters left behind in the Underworld Palace were all alarmed by the sudden movement. After seeing the power of the storm in the distance, no demon hunter could remain indifferent.

Following the most obvious logic, the demon hunter commander immediately recognized this as the last counterattack of the surviving Olympian "gods."

The demon hunter squads from all over the palace quickly gathered and ran towards the place where Cronus and the other Titan giants were landing. Soon, the first batch of warriors engaged those terrifying ancient giants. However, facing opponents of Cronus's level, even the heaven-defying perfect race of demon hunters could not easily win. Soon, the news of the urgent situation at the front reached the ears of the commander on the light path platform.

The three master-level demon hunters quickly discussed and decided to send half of their manpower to intercept Cronus.

Watching half of the demon hunters leave the platform under the leadership of a master-level commander, Hao Ren breathed a sigh of relief: This way, it would be much easier.

(The author's backend crashed at noon and just recovered...)