The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 550 - 55: The Immoral Dragon Lady Scores Big (5.2k)

Seeing the giants branded with the crest of the Old Gods, Kronos, the Divine King, nodded in satisfaction, his gaze flickering slightly.

Everything has a price, gods and demons alike are nourished by blood.

And sacrifice is necessary to achieve greatness.

It has always been so, it is so now, and it will be so in the future...

Silent murmurs flowed through his mind as Kronos bowed his head to look at the giants holding Golden Daggers, his gaze gliding over one whose blade was stained with gold-red blood, and he spoke leisurely.

"I sense the presence of my dear daughter—Hera on this," he said, "Have you clashed with her?"

The moment The Atlas Titan, Atlas, heard this, he couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.

Although with the Divine Tool of Deicide bestowed by His Majesty the King of Gods, they had successfully inflicted severe damage on the Queen of the Heavens, Prometheus, who was in charge of the pursuit, had let that woman escape.

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His brother had just been rescued from the tormenting punishment of the Old Gods, not having the chance to achieve any merits, and now he had messed up a task. To tell the truth outright might well displease His Majesty the King of Gods.

Moreover, in the battle against the Titans, Prometheus had chosen the wrong side, mixing up with the New Gods of Olympus, which was undoubtedly another huge stain on his record.

If Kronos really decided to investigate, it was uncertain whether he wouldn’t take this opportunity to make a point.

Just as Atlas was contemplating how to make excuses for his brother Prometheus, the King of Giants, Alcyoneus, stepped forward and explained with a dry cough in front of the altar.

"Your Majesty, although we have inflicted heavy damage on her, the hundred-headed dragon Ladon guarding the Sacred Garden took her away," he said.

As he spoke, the King of Giants subtly threw an ambiguous glance towards Prometheus in the corner.

Previously, the other had excused him when Kronos had questioned him. Read exclusive content at novelbuddy

Now, returning the favor, he considered the debt of gratitude repaid.

At this time, The Atlas Titan Atlas and the giants who had participated in the pursuit also came to their senses, echoing loudly in agreement.

"That’s right, the dragon was too strong; a hundred heads casting Magic simultaneously almost leveled the entire mountain."

"And she didn’t engage in battle at all, creating chaos and then immediately fleeing with Hera."

"Plus, there were three Nymphs who could control the weather and clouds causing trouble, impossible to guard against."

Although Prometheus, the team leader, would bear the brunt of the responsibility for letting Hera escape, they who had also been part of the pursuit would likely not fare well when blamed.

Besides, having just basked in the glory of the Seer, enjoying the treasures of the Sacred Garden and enhancing their Divinity, it only seemed right to reciprocate and protect him.

And hearing the uniform response of the giants, Kronos, the King of Gods, indeed did not harbor any suspicions but instead nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, as Typhon’s eldest daughter, she is the creature closest to the original form of the Demon Ancestor, and her strength and potential are beyond doubt," he said.

"With Ladon’s help, Hera has escaped to the Sea of Chaos. The incident in the Sacred Garden cannot be concealed for long; with our current forces, capturing both Ladon and Hera at the same time is somewhat tricky—please instruct us on how to proceed."

The King of Giants, Alcyoneus, asked opportunistically, glossing over the issue of letting Hera escape.

Kronos smirked, speaking in an unhurried tone.

"Since she is a progeny of Typhon, let the Demon Ancestor personally discipline her," he said.

"You mean..."

The King of Giants, Alcyoneus, scratched his head, somewhat confused for a moment.

Kronos narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and made a grabbing motion at the Magic Beasts in the Sacred Garden that had gorged themselves round-bellied during the recent feast, their Divinity overflowing, and then clenched his fist violently.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

In an instant, space twisted and collapsed, and in the surprise of the moment, blood splattered as the flesh and bones of the hundreds of Magic Beasts burst open, their viscera falling to the ground, sketching a massive Magic Circle Diagram.

Looking at his handiwork, Kronos let out a sinister, cold laugh.

"Old friend, awaken from the Abyss, it’s time for you to join me in the sunlight of the earth!"

Suddenly, the ground covered by the blood-colored Magic Circle Diagram tore open, forming huge rifts that led straight to the Abyss, devouring and absorbing all the remnants and flesh of the Magic Beasts scattered on the ground.

"Roar!"

Dense red-black mist surged up, filled with a cacophony of sounds: sometimes human-like, sometimes bellowing like an ox, roaring like a lion, barking like a dog, thunderous and resounding to the ends of the earth.

Feeling that terrifying presence, Magic Beasts all over the hills and fields couldn’t help but prostrate on the ground, trembling and emitting fearful whimpers.

Typhon, born at the junction of the earth and the Tartarus Abyss, the father of destructive winds, progenitor of billions of demon monsters, with a hundred dragon heads, black tongue, fire-spouting eyes, a colossal deity so terrifying that even the stars and clouds could not compare and had to conceal themselves.

As the origin of the Bloodline of beasts, this Demon Ancestor wielded unparalleled dominance over the Demon Species it had spawned.

And seeing Typhon’s Divine Will emerge, Kronos reached out and grasped at the three-headed Poison Dragon from under the Golden Apple tree, lifting it into the void and throwing it directly into the Magic Circle Diagram, laughing loudly.

"This body, take it for now," he said.

Instantly, the dense red-black mist in the Magic Circle Diagram, like a waterfall that had found an outlet, furiously poured into the body of the three-headed Poison Dragon.

But the powerful and domineering Divinity clearly exceeded the limits of what a mere Poison Dragon could endure; even having partaken of the Sacred Garden’s treasures and absorbed some of the earth’s Divinity, it was still as fragile as clay before Demon Ancestor Typhon.