CHAPTER 404: CHAPTER 397 IS THIS CALLED GOD’S BATTLE?

Athena had no idea about the stories behind these two ultimate weapons for filial duties; she simply thought Hercules had picked a nice name. Nowadays, Divine Artifacts were typically named by combining the god’s name and the weapon’s name—Frost’s Sorrow and Fangtian Halberd sounded just perfect!

After learning Nezha’s request, Athena hurried off to the Fire God’s residence, but not before telling him that the battle between the Giants and All Gods was about to erupt, urging him to prepare for participation.

Nezha had no objection to things that boosted his exposure. He had discovered that the greater his fame grew, the more this world focused on him, and once it reached a certain threshold, he would gain a special qualification.

Casually picking up some bird carcasses, he returned again to Mycenae and showed the corpses of the weird birds to Oulistros, thus completing the task.

Since these useless birds were far from edible, the two decided to continue eating beef. There were many ways to cook beef, and plenty of cattle—they’d have enough food for quite a while.

Meanwhile, the All Gods, who had been keeping an eye on Hercules, were now too busy to spare a thought for him. The Giants, born of Earth Mother Gaia, totaled twenty-four in number.

Back then, Earth Mother had helped Zeus overthrow his father’s rule, on the condition that Zeus would release Gaia’s children—the Titan Giants. Unfortunately, Zeus reneged on his promise in favor of securing his own dominion, thereby inciting Earth Mother Gaia’s revenge.

Of course, this was just the surface-level info that Nezha had heard. As for what really transpired in this world and the specifics of the deal between Earth Mother and Zeus, perhaps only the two of them knew.

Frankly, Nezha found this all quite absurd. The so-called Greek God War essentially boiled down to twenty-four Giants fighting against the Twelve Main Gods with a group of cheerleaders on the sidelines—it was as childish as a playground brawl between elementary school kids.

Look at Hao Tian during the Heavenly Court’s most downtrodden days—even then, The Immortal of Colossal Spirit would march out with a five-hundred-member marching band. Whether or not this showed strength, the grandeur and atmosphere were undeniably impressive.

In contrast, this group of thirty-six Greek figures scrambling for supremacy didn’t even seem as exciting as a snowball fight in Northeastern China.

Nezha stayed in Mycenae for three months, consuming over a thousand Divine Bulls—most of them went into his stomach. Oulistros tried his best to eat, but even bulking up almost two sizes couldn’t help him finish off just three of them.

In fact, out of concern for his health, Nezha even taught him a Body Refining Skill. But the effects were negligible; Oulistros’s talent was simply too poor, and he lacked diligence.

One day, while the two were eating again, Nezha sensed Athena’s arrival and downed the wine in his cup all at once.

"Old Ou, I have to leave. The remaining cattle are yours. Once I’m gone, you still need to watch your weight. Don’t let people say I plotted to overthrow the throne if you end up dying from obesity."

Although Nezha didn’t explicitly say he wasn’t coming back, Oulistros felt a subtle intuition as a man. Men’s goodbyes need no tears, only blessings.

"Hercules, safe travels."

Oulistros couldn’t imagine what trials this convenient younger brother would face, but as a friend, he could only wish for Hercules’s safety.

Nezha rose and casually left the palace, saying, "I’ll definitely be safe; my enemies, on the other hand, might not fare so well."

Outside the palace, Athena was already panting heavily, clearly showing that even a powerful goddess like her struggled against the Giants.

"Your farewell with Hercules is done? Mount Olympus needs you now!"

Without much ado, Nezha stepped onto Athena’s bronze chariot. Athena also wasted no time, driving the chariot swiftly back to Mount Olympus.

In truth, though the Twelve Main Gods of Olympus were pitted against twenty-four Giants, they held the overall advantage. The difficulty lay in their inability to kill the Giants.

Upon reaching the base of Mount Olympus, Athena took out a coarse-looking giant sword and a bronze spear, shoving them into Hercules’s hands and saying, "These Divine Artifacts—Frost’s Sorrow and Fangtian Halberd—were forged for you by the Fire God Hephaestus. Now it’s up to you!"

Once Nezha disembarked from the chariot, Athena impatiently drove it upward and rammed directly into two Giants. Her spear struck down but failed to inflict any harm on them.

Nezha didn’t charge forward immediately—not because of fear, but because he found the scene ludicrous.

The twenty-four Giants resembled kids playing in the snow: some were building snow forts at the mountain’s base while chucking stones up toward Mount Olympus. Even Northeastern youngsters knew to mix a bit of sand into their snowballs for extra damage—this divine war? Just hurling rocks? What kind of lethality could that even achieve?

Other Giants were recklessly climbing up Mount Olympus. The War God Ares and Athena drove their bronze chariots, repeatedly ramming into climbing Giants, while Zeus and Poseidon launched lightning and waves, knocking Giants back down to the earth one by one.

Apollo and his sister shot arrows ceaselessly, while other Main Gods showcased their Divine Skills. Yet even gravely injured and near-death Giants would quickly recover upon landing, then resume their assault on Mount Olympus.

Moreover, the Giants were utterly bizarre in appearance—one had a snake for a tail; another, retaining a Human Form, wore ragged animal-skin briefs; others simply ran around stark naked. The scene was absurdly comedic.

Simplistically, Nezha would describe this as the Olympus version of "Plants vs. Zombies."

Casually, he glanced at Zeus. Based on prior encounters, Nezha was certain this Zeus was merely a sub-soul of Thunder God, possibly inserted into this world like himself.

The true Thunder God was far away in Chaos fighting a decisive battle with Kong Xuan. How much awareness this Zeus retained from Thunder God was a mystery known only to him.

The endurance of All Gods wasn’t infinite. While Hercules watched the spectacle, one of the Giants’ leaders—a noticeably larger Giant named Perpilyon—seized his opportunity and broke through War God Ares and Poseidon’s defenses, charging up the Divine Mountain.