Chapter 92: Typhon (4)
Endlessly regenerating vegetation surged like falling waterfalls, sweeping across the world.
Blue and golden lightning bolts shattered those growing forests, widening the battlefield.
Rumble—! BOOOOM!!
As massive serpents made of roots lunged for Zeus,
And pure bolts of lightning struck back at Typhon,
The clash of their powers wreaked havoc everywhere.
—Aaargh!! Move! Typhon’s poison is splattering!!
—Fall back! Zeus’s lightning is scattering in all directions!
—Don’t even let the leaves touch you!! Each one carries deadly poison!!!
Their battle was unlike Poseidon’s duel with the serpent.
While Poseidon’s fight resembled a pure martial art—elegant, precise—
Zeus and Typhon embodied the raw essence of destructive divine authority.
A gigantic forest exhaled toxic vapors, transforming into countless shapes—
Serpents, lions, dragons, even nightmare creatures said to dwell in Nyx’s infernal realm.
And Zeus burned them all to ash with lightning.
He demonstrated that the most dangerous thing in a battlefield is not countless weapons—
But one perfectly crafted spear.
Though his lightning resembled a mere spear in shape,
Each thrust spawned storms of lightning and currents that annihilated everything.
CRACK—! BOOM!
Without exchanging a single word, Typhon and Zeus clashed with overwhelming ferocity— And the very battlefield trembled.
Their powers surged outward, sweeping allies and enemies alike,
Making it nearly impossible for lesser beings to even approach.
Everyone watching had only one thought:
This duel will decide the outcome of the entire war.
***
No one sensed this changing tide more keenly than Hera, who faced a towering Gigante before her.
“I can’t go help Zeus now.”
“Apologies, Lady Hera. But we have our own stance to uphold.”
“Hmph! A monster talking about ‘stances’? You and your kind are the same.”
“Haha, true. But we did not come here with the intention of fighting recklessly. My name is Alkyoneus. If we meet again, I hope you’ll greet me properly.”
“Go to hell.”
Hera flipped him off, biting her lip at the same time.
The Gigantes were far stronger than expected,
And the monstrosities Typhon had birthed were not foes she could dismiss lightly.
This war… is lasting longer than planned.
Zeus…
***
The lands surrounding the Thessalian plains were cracking, splitting, melting.
Huff… huff… huff…
On a patch of melting earth lay a massive serpent, bleeding black ichor.
A battered mage stood atop it, panting,
His staff—also his trident—stabbed deep into the beast.
His body steamed from exhaustion and burns.
His neatly tied ponytail had been severed, leaving short, uneven hair.
His skin bore bite marks from venomous fangs,
Whiplash scars from thick coils,
And patches of flesh reddened by corrosive acid that had eaten through both clothing and skin.
—Heh. I can only be impressed. I expected to lose, yes…
But to lose this badly? That was unexpected.
“Shut it. Three ribs broken, organs half-poisoned, can’t even move right… And you’re saying this is fine?”
—Precisely why it’s incredible. By my calculations, the giants were supposed to finish you easily. Yet here you are—still able to fight.
Poseidon frowned.
Despite sounding disappointed, Typhon’s avatar radiated a certain satisfaction—
As though his true goal had already been accomplished.
“You… what are you planning?”
—Fufufu. Telling you would spoil the fun, wouldn’t it?
You’ll see it soon enough.
With those final words, Typhon’s avatar melted into the ground and was absorbed into the earth.
Poseidon wanted nothing more than to reach down and drag the creature back up,
But he couldn’t.
In the distance, he could already see the giants approaching.
“Haah… So it’s you lot now? Come on, hurry up. I’ll beat you like I used to.”
Groaning, Poseidon forced his battered body to stand and crooked a finger at them,
As though inviting them to finish the fight.
In reality, he had no idea if he could handle the entire giant tribe in this condition—
But posturing was better than nothing.
Their chieftain, Bergelmir, silently watched the arrogant gesture…
Then hurled his massive axe with full force.
KA-BOOOOM!!
The axe tore past Poseidon and embedded deep into the already-ruined ground beside him,
Shattering what remained of the terrain.
“Do not insult the honor of the giants. We may be searching for a new paradise for our people, But we have never abandoned the honor of warriors.”
With that, Bergelmir turned his back confidently—
Clearly unwilling to hear objections from anyone—
And roared to his tribe:
“The contract has FAILED!! We will fight Neptune House’s Nyord another day— With our honor as warriors on the line!!!”
Clank, clank, clank.
At their chieftain’s declaration, not a single giant objected.
They all turned away together.
Their blood boiled from witnessing the fight,
And though they had long since lost their ancient glory,
They still possessed a warrior’s dignity.
The sight was eerily similar to the first time Poseidon had seen earth’s giants long ago.
“You all…”
Bergelmir didn’t even look back.
He simply left—
Leaving his axe behind, refusing even to reclaim it.
Poseidon blinked.
“…No way…”
“Are you wondering if a King of Giants has been born again?”
The only one who had remained—Hrungnir, the tribe’s sage—
Spoke to him with a knowing expression.
“Yes. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it. Giants who have reclaimed their honor.”
“Yes, indeed. In that sense, we owe Poseidon-sir our thanks. You stirred our chieftain’s blood. When we received that request to abduct Lady Persephone, We truly believed the fate of our tribe would end here.”
Hrungnir bowed deeply.
Though she was technically an enemy, This was respect paid to a great warrior— And reverence to a god who had influenced the fate of her people.
“Tch. And yet you treated me like a sworn enemy before, Hrungnir.”
“Well, you crushed the king I spent centuries creating— So thoroughly the giants lost even their pride.”
Poseidon sighed and looked up. At some point, Hrungnir had slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
She was small for a giant,
A mage rather than a warrior—
An extremely rare existence.
She had survived since the age when giants truly had a king,
And had once been deeply entangled with him.
She was also one of the few who wanted to steal his “seed”
To restore giants as a mythic race.
“…Enough. We’ll talk about that later. For now, it’s good the giants have withdrawn. Olympus is the urgent matter. My body… isn’t exactly in fighting shape.”
Poseidon never liked dealing with Hrungnir.
Though giants never recognized her as a “sage,”
Poseidon knew the truth:
Her cunning and insight were sharp enough to deceive gods themselves.
Speak with her for too long, And you risk getting dragged into her pace.
“Are you sure you’re leaving for Olympus now? Dionysus and Persephone might already be in danger, you know.”
“…How do you know that?”
***
The sage of the giants had seen through everything Poseidon and several gods had prepared—
Persephone remaining underground, Dionysus’s whereabouts, And more.
“That’s why I give you things like this.”
Hrungnir handed him a folded slip of parchment.
Poseidon unfolded it.
(There are signs that monsters from Nyx’s hell may break loose.
Whether Dionysus will awaken his divine name due to Typhon’s uprising is uncertain.
If he does, Olympus has a guaranteed path to victory.)
“…I really have no idea how you predict these things. Honestly.”
This—
Precisely this—
Was why Poseidon hated talking to highly intelligent people.
They always made his head hurt.
***
The battlefield of the gods.
The battle between Typhon and Zeus was so fierce that it seemed impossible for either side to gain a decisive advantage.
Typhon’s black blood and Zeus’s golden blood flooded the ground.
Giants, Typhon’s monstrosities, and the armies of the gods slaughtered one another without hesitation—
No one caring about losses, only madness filling their eyes.
Only one voice laughed in joy amid the carnage:
“Hahahahaha! This is war!!!”
Of all beings present, Ares alone exulted.
Everyone else was being swallowed by pain, frenzy, and despair.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Even as blood poured from their bodies, Typhon and Zeus maintained perfect control of reason and instinct—
Driving each other harder, more violently, aiming for the other’s throat.
From Typhon’s shadow, dozens of grotesque beasts burst forth.
From Zeus’s hand, radiant spheres of compressed lightning exploded outward.
King versus King.
A duel that was raw instinct, sharpened intellect, and absolute killing intent—
With no words exchanged, no calculations spoken.
Just pure, unrestrained combat.
—“For Olympus!! Charge!!”
—“For Typhon!!”
And just as fierce as the duel between Zeus and Typhon were the clashes between their champions:
On Olympus’s side: Athena and Hera.
On Typhon’s side: Garm and Alkyoneus.
—“GRAAAAH! You damned goddess! Fight me head-on!!”
“Hmm? You’re not worth the effort.”
***
—“You wretched woman! You’re nothing but a bite-sized snack for our father of wolves!!”
The battle between Garm and Athena was utterly one-sided.
Athena’s divine names—Wisdom and War—
Granted her a localized, yet near-perfect precognition.
Her owl-like eyes could read every movement of a creature like Garm,
Whose entire specialty lay in ambush and assassination.
Though, she reminded herself, that doesn’t mean I can let my guard down.
Meanwhile, Hera and Alkyoneus fought with even greater ease.
Their goals were aligned: To delay, to restrain, not to kill.
Thus, the two exchanged blows only to keep the other in check.
“Honestly, it would be nice if we just stayed like this.”
“That’s only your wish.”
“Oh? Yet you’re not using your full power either, Goddess Hera.”
“Tch.”
Hera clicked her tongue. He wasn’t wrong.
Alkyoneus, wielding a greatsword larger than her own body,
Radiated a presence similar to Atlas, the Titan who bore the sky.
Which meant—
If he gets serious, he could turn the battlefield into even more of a disaster than Zeus and Typhon already have.
The greatsword fell, splitting the air with a crushing shockwave.
Lost momentarily in thought, Hera barely managed to conjure a dozen magic circles with her scepter to block it.
“Don’t get distracted,” Alkyoneus said coolly.
“If you show an opening, I’ll exploit it— Just like Typhon is doing over there.”
“…What? What do you—”
***
The battle that had seemed endless came to an abrupt conclusion.
A colossal black serpent erupted from nowhere—
Part of Typhon’s hidden plan, created by sacrificing his own limbs and divine power to conceal it.
GROOOOOAR!!!
The serpent struck.
Zeus took the full blow.
His roar—half fury, half agony—shook the entire battlefield.
—“What!?”
—“FATHER!!!”
—“Lord Zeus…!”
—“Dammit! Get him out of there—save Zeus first!!”
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