Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 289 - 291: Reinforcements, Hercules, Hundred-Armed Giant

Chapter 289: Chapter 291: Reinforcements, Hercules, Hundred-Armed Giant

“To be honest, what’s the deal with Gaia Mother Goddess’s genes anyway? Typhon is one thing, but why are there these three brothers?”

Qin Muye felt a bit perplexed; he believed his worldview had been refreshed once again.

This time, the reinforcements Gaia had found for him were no ordinary beings: first and foremost, the three Hundred-Handed Giants with fifty heads and a hundred arms each, massive in size.

These were Gaia’s offspring, named Briareos, Kotos, and Geges, respectively, with formidable strength.

There were also three Cyclopes, but unfortunately, Cronus had taken them to the Horror Universe to fight a war.

Not to mention, these three Hundred-Handed Giants were truly ugly, more monster-like than monsters, after all, cramming a hundred heads onto one body made for quite the bulky figure.

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Keep in mind that they were Giants, and their heads were naturally proportionate to their massive body sizes, unlike humans.

Therefore, from the upper to the lower body, heads and arms were crammed everywhere.

Their combat power was certainly sufficient. Moreover, Hecate had also agreed to help him, at Gaia’s request no doubt, probably with some calculation in mind.

Next was Hercules, a burly middle-aged man with a big beard, who looked somewhat plain but whose strength was unquestionable. He might not be the strongest in the Titan Divine Race, but he definitely ranked among the top divine Titans.

Unlike Hercules and the Hundred-Handed Giants, Hecate came with her own direct troops.

It was probably because Hades had also promised something, otherwise she might have come alone.

Qin Muye was actually quite surprised; he hadn’t expected Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft and the night, to have her own direct forces.

Empusa, pale-skinned with red eyes, sporting tusks, one leg of a donkey, one leg of a human, and specialized in drinking human blood—a female demon.

Her strength was of the 7th order, but not on par with Cerberus, looking like a vampire.

There were also half-serpent Lamias and other various 7th order demonesses, all Hecate’s handmaidens. In summary, they were not winsome, but their combat power was impressive.

“Dionysus, you should have enough respect for Gaia,” Hecate reminded.

Qin Muye nodded. It wasn’t that he looked down on them, but their appearance was genuinely startling.

“Then I’ll be counting on everyone. This time the difficulty might be somewhat high, facing an intelligent AI that cannot be dealt with by conventional means,” Qin Muye said.

In fact, he knew that with such a luxurious team, unless there was an accident, let alone a mere Demon Machine Emperor, even the rest, such as the Demon Insect Dominators and other entities, would be no match.

They were all at least of the 7th order, including five of the 8th order—absolute overkill.

Using them against the Demon Machine Emperor seemed like overkill.

“Rest assured, I’ll do my best,” Hercules spoke in a gentle tone, having been silent ever since his arrival as he observed Qin Muye.

He was intrigued by Qin Muye, of whom he had heard, and curiosity showed in his expression. The feat of charming his way up the Nether River had become the stuff of legends on Mount Olympus.

Even in his childhood, drinking the milk of Hera did not grant him such abilities.

Lately, it was said that he was supposed to become Dionysus, but unfortunately, due to his unique status, he failed to achieve it.

Now, to embark on a campaign against a powerful enemy with Qin Muye excited him. Ever since becoming Hercules, he had rarely had the chance to exert himself in combat.

His strength truly lived up to the title of Hercules, making even Ares, the god of war, unable to match his power.

The three Hundred-Handed Giants, however, looked lackluster, each head seeming to have its own thoughts, with each head controlling two arms, buzzing about their different opinions.

It seems that in everyday life, it was hard for them to come to a unified decision. Probably only in battle would they show a fiercer side.

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Qin Muye discovered that Zeus’s involvement or the fact that several Titans belonged to factions that were rather chaotic might be at play here.

There was no need to mention Hercules, who was Zeus’s offspring and had the character of a traditional hero, representing truth, virtue, and beauty.

The three Hundred-Handed Giants, despite their ugly appearances, were the offspring of Gaia but had a very close relationship with Zeus. They had provided considerable help when Zeus defeated the twelve Titans and could be considered his loyal retainers, later assigned to guard the Place of Suffering.

Among them, Briareos even became Poseidon’s son-in-law. It didn’t matter that he was ugly; there were always some divine beings in the Titan Divine Race with bizarre preferences.

Even Zeus liked to work in the guise of animals, so it was inevitable.

“Dionysus, I’d like to ask about that intelligent AI. It’s something I’ve never heard of, this kind of demon creature,” Hercules spoke up.

The Divine Domain he belonged to had not yet fully embraced modern technology and only had some basic equipment.

Thereby, he didn’t know much about intelligent AI.

“Probably like your lightbulb at home, Hercules, suddenly gaining consciousness and taking control of the fridge and water heater,” Hecate interjected, offering a simple description.

This made Hercules imagine his lightbulb turning into a fairy and shutting off his refrigerator: “That’s really bad, my wine will all be ruined.”

“It’s much worse than that. Intelligent machines will massively collect resources to improve themselves and then keep evolving, creating duplicates, and so on. Eventually, according to some unknown Rectification Agreement, they will initiate a great extinction of life across the world.”

While the description of a sentient lightbulb was accurate, the actual threat was much smaller; such a thing would be a joke in the eyes of the Titan Divine Race.

“What’s truly terrifying is not their hardware but their software. As long as a single server is not destroyed, they won’t die and could even rise again from that server,” Qin Muye explained the danger of the intelligent machine. Without going into details, the Demon Machine Emperor was at the pinnacle in terms of nanotechnology, not to mention other technological aspects. Unless their software could be obliterated, all hardware would have to be destroyed physically.

This was not an easy task, and Qin Muye could only let these few try their hand for starters. If all else failed, he would have to ask the Death God Thanatos to come and strike temporarily.

The Demon Machine Emperor might not be human, but death was still something it could possess.

However, Hecate also had such authority; it remains to be seen if it would be effective.

“We need plenty of projectiles, weapons,” one of the Hundred-Handed Giants suddenly said.

Although they didn’t understand what lightbulbs or refrigerators were and couldn’t comprehend Qin Muye’s explanation fully, they did grasp that they were facing a formidable opponent; otherwise, their mother Gaia wouldn’t have sent the three brothers to help.

To spread modern hedonism throughout the Titan Divine Race was no simple task. Take, for example, the habitat of these three Hundred-Handed Giants—it had not just lost network connection, but even lacked water and electricity and was almost like living in the wild.

“No problem, do you have any specific requests?” Qin Muye inquired.

Individuals like Hercules, Hecate, and their accompanying troops came with their weapons, and even Hecate’s subordinates brought their dry rations.

Unlike these three Hundred-Handed Giants, who came with nothing but animal skins wrapped around them, it wasn’t just poverty; they looked as if they had just emerged from a primeval forest.

“Heavy, the very heavy kind,” another Hundred-Handed Giant added.

“No problem. However, it’s not about being as heavy as possible. I’ll have someone tailor-make a set of equipment for you,” Qin Muye promised. He didn’t mind these minor details.

He had also considered that although the Hundred-Handed Giants were not pleasing to the eye, they were comparatively honest. Having been imprisoned deep within Tartarus by Uranos for their ugliness at birth and only released by Zeus to fight in the war, they were placed back to continue overseeing the Place of Suffering once the battle ended.

Thus, Qin Muye pondered whether he could win them over; after all, they possessed the power of an 8th-tier. As for Hercules, it was also possible, but since he had already achieved fame and success, it would be more difficult to sway him. Unlike the Hundred-Handed Giants who were accustomed to hardship, a bit of temptation might be enough for them to follow Qin Muye.

Nonetheless, Qin Muye did not underestimate the Hundred-Handed Giants; being honest didn’t mean they were foolish, and their monstrous nature also gave them a ferocious temperament. It was possible they were emotionally unstable, as fifty heads meant fifty different thoughts. Although there were only three Hundred-Handed Giants, there were actually one hundred and fifty minds at play.

“If there are no issues, then let’s set off. We’ll head to my territory to rest first and discuss the details once we arrive,” Qin Muye said, opening the Super Space-Time Transmission Channel.