Greek Mythology: God Of The Gods

With Hades laughing loudly.

In the gloomy darkness, many Titan gods seemed to be ordered.

Rush towards where Poros is.

The power of all kinds of authority, madness strikes from the darkness.

Poros' silver eyes were indifferent.

A strong power of hope bloomed from his hands.

Derived from the root power of light, life, dreams, reality, illusion, etc.

Formed in front of him was an invisible light curtain intertwined with reality and illusion, just like a dream.

Fluffy!

Many high-level Titan gods of the main gods.

Power hit the light curtain, bursting out waves.

But let the muffled sound continue.

There is no way to shake the light curtain at all.

"It doesn't matter who you are.

Just relying on these high-level main gods produced in batches, they can't scare anyone!"

Standing behind the light curtain, Poros stared indifferently at Hades on the throne of bones.

Turn your palms over at the same time.

The enveloping light curtain instantly dissipated.

Turned into the power of the root of the intertwined meanings of grand hope, light, dreams, and life.

It struck fiercely on the numerous Titan gods.

These main gods, the high-level Titan gods, roared at him.

But let them crazily explode their power.

Under the majestic root power and the absolute crushing of quality.

Each one is like a fly.

Was shot by Poros casually.

The personality of the root law, crushing the high level of the main god, is no different from swatting flies and mosquitoes.

This is not only a gap in strength, but also a dimensionality reduction attack on the authority of the main god by the power of the source.

Although there are many ninth-level main gods who are the apex of gods.

But it's like after Typhon was controlled, he gradually slipped from the tenth rank of the main god.

The ninth level of the main god, which is accumulated by external forces and manipulated by people at will, cannot be called the apex of gods at all.

They have no spirit and will of their own.

It is impossible to condense into a point and resist the power of the source.

It's just that he has the power of the ninth level of the main god.

There is no condensed and cohesive power of the apex of God.

The power of the ninth level of the main god and the eighth level of the main god is not much different in front of Yuan Chu.

"Relying on these ants-like servants to deal with a root law, I am indeed rude!"

Leaning on the throne of bones.

A faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Hades' mouth, like a blood noble in a fantasy movie.

He clapped his palms.

Beside him are the Titans who are waiting to receive the crystals containing the power of the root.

Immediately turned around abruptly, releasing the mighty aura that surpassed the main god.

Come on Poros!

"These three are excellent seedlings that I have carefully selected among this group of ants.

They are specially given the qualification to be 'fallen' and have their own will. "

While watching the three fiercely rushing backs, Hades sat on the throne of bones and whispered while explaining.

"If they hadn't met me before, they would have eaten too many law crystals, resulting in too much authority.

I have already trained them to be rooted first.

But too much authority is also good.

The main god who completely controls a certain field is not inferior to the original root.

Poros, pay attention!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

The three menacing Titans have already approached Poros's body quickly.

From the front and both sides, three angles, attacking at the same time.

In front of him was a mighty man with a naked upper body and skin as hot as magma.

The whole body exudes a terrible breath of destruction.

Like an erupting volcano, a gushing tide, and a violent storm form a dark world of destruction.

Waving his fists, violently bombarding.

Boom bang bang bang!

A series of explosions is the space where the fist strength is shattered.

Deep and violent destructive power.

It rained down on Poros' face.

It reminds Poros of the old days of smashing people with the 'King of Destruction'.

But now the ‘Lord of Destruction’ has fallen behind the times.

hum!

A radiant root power, flashing the brilliance of hope and truth.

In an instant, it turned into countless fist shadows in the void.

He greeted him vigorously.

bang bang!

bang bang bang!!

The continuous sound of intense collisions is like stars colliding in the vast starry sky.

Endless flames burst out.

The loud noise rippling in all directions.

The dark space was shattered and shattered, igniting a blazing flame.

"Hope" represents will, "truth" symbolizes realization, and the combination of the root of hope and the root of truth is the absolute realization of ideas.

Poros don't have to do it themselves.

There are countless pairs of fists in the void, surrounded by the big man with magma-like skin.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

What's more, on the opposite side are countless powerful fists ready to go.

A man with magma skin.

After the initial violent offensive.

Immediately it becomes difficult to keep up with the Poros rhythm.

The fist shadows manifested by the power of the root cause them to retreat with heavy blows.

But at this time, two other majestic figures also came from both sides of Poros.

It is different from the big man with magma skin.

These are two white-haired and strong old men.

One is full of natural weather such as strong wind, rainstorm, thunder and lightning, intertwined with grand atmosphere.

The other is brimming with the breath of life, leaning on a crutch, lifting the knocking room, as if to dominate life and death, and judge the number of lifespans.

Just after the magma-skinned hunk is repulsed by Poros.

The two attacked in tacit agreement, one left and one right.

First, there is the strong old man on the left, triggering countless squalls, rainstorms, lightning, hailstones, etc.

Clashed fiercely at the top of Poros' head.

On the occasion of Poros parry.

An old man with a cane on the right.

A beam of light that deprives lifespan and counts vitality shrouds it.

Just when this fierce offensive fell.

The figure of Poros standing in place.

Suddenly disappeared like a bubble.

The turbulent attacks of the two fell into the darkness.

This is Poros back in the dark, deriving false roots from the roots of hope!

Create a false figure.

And his real body of the 'body of tomorrow'.

Already quietly dived to the side of the strong old man who released natural weather such as strong wind, rainstorm, thunder and hail on the left.

Attack him violently.

The old man was blown out by him.

The white-haired old man leaning on a cane quickly lifted his cane.

Shooting at him the light that strips life and vitality.

Poros chuckled.

The root of hope derives from the root of life, and surges with surging vitality.

"As much as you want to deprive, I have it all!"

With an indifferent chuckle, a 'hope' of his acted on the old man's feet.

The old man, who had left his crutches, suddenly slipped and knocked on the ground.

Poros immediately took the opportunity to patch his feet.

Hades, who was sitting on the throne of bones, couldn't help saying coldly:

"I don't think you will fail to recognize them.

In the memory of this body, you are a student of the prophet Prometheus, and Hecate, the goddess of opportunity, has a very close relationship with you.

As for my three servants, one is the father of Prometheus, and the other two are the father and grandfather of Hecate, you can really do it......

"Then you probably don't know."

Poros smiled, "We gods are talking about it, they are not related.

If I care about this, what else should I do?"

Of course he had already seen it.

The magma-skinned man was none other than Hecate's father, Perseus, the God of Destruction.

Release of natural weather such as strong wind, rainstorm, thunder and lightning.

Clios, the god of weather and father of Perses.

The other one holding a crutch and depriving life and vitality is Prometheus' father, Iapetus, the god of life.

All three were imprisoned in Tartarus on the side of Cronus during the Titan War.

Unexpectedly, they were all brought out by Hades and became his servants.

But even if you know your identity, so what.

As he said, which of the Greek gods is not related.

If he was concerned about this, then he would subvert the gods, he might as well dig a hole and bury himself.

He is not an indecisive, timid character.

Really killed these three people on the spot.

He only apologized to Prometheus and Hecate afterwards.

There is no hesitation in life and death.

when speaking.

The magma-skinned God of Destruction, Perses, had once again swung his fierce fists to kill him.

Clios, the god of weather, also danced violent wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and his son echoed him.

"Hey, father and son team!"

muttered.

Poros kicked Iapetus, the god of longevity, under his feet.

He hit hard.

All I could hear was the cracking sound of bones breaking from the gray-haired old man in mid-air.

He staggered and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

At this time, they faced Perses and Clios who were attacking quickly.

Poros wants the roots to regenerate.

A peaceful and quiet halo of dreams shrouded the two people who had been killed violently.

The god of destruction and the god of weather stagnate at the same time.

Stunned in place, both eyelids jumped up and down.

After a while, I was stunned as if I fell asleep.

Hope has authority over dreams, and the realm of dreams is also its closest relative.

Poros has known Hypnos, the god of sleep, since he was a child, and has a deep research on the field of dreams.

The root of 917 dreams is the best root among his derived roots.

And Perses, Clios and others.

Although it seems to enjoy different treatment from other Titan gods.

It is not controlled like a puppet, but retains some will to make the tenth-level personality of the main god real.

Rather than a puppet with empty power to be fiddled with.

But it also allows them to face spiritual attacks such as dreams, because they are vulnerable.

Because they have only a little consciousness, they still cannot be autonomous.

Between the two, Poirot glanced at Iapetus on the other side.

The same root of the dream pulled him into the dream.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Sitting on the throne of bones, Hades, with a cold face, clapped openly.

"It was a wonderful battle, your strength, wisdom, determination and judgment.

You are all first-class fighters, I really appreciate you!"

"I accept your praise, but after I knock you down, I will humiliate you severely.

Because you talk too much nonsense, and you like to let your subordinates send you off one after another, at first glance, you are a second-rate villain!"

Poros spoke lightly, his figure flashing rapidly.

Instantly appeared on the side of Hades' throne of bones, releasing the majestic power of the source, rushing towards the opponent.

"Hey, young god, why are you so anxious to welcome the embrace of dusk?"

"Forget it, I will accept your body, you will be my most satisfying collection recently!"

Sitting on the throne of bones.

Hades spoke indifferently.

Suddenly, a huge pitch-black eye appeared.

Appears above Poros' head.

It seems to be composed of the most filthy dark forces, darkness is its pupils, death is its eyesight, and depravity is its sight distance.

When it emerges for a moment.

The surrounding dark space trembled and roared.

Countless laws, authority, and even the root power hidden deep in the world.

They are all like humble subjects meeting the supreme king.

Prostrate and trembling, worship.

"Poros, under the eyes of the fallen, fall into the embrace of me and the dusk!"

Hades stood up high from the throne of bones, with his arms wide open.

In an instant, a black and purple staggered light descended from that pitch-black terrifying eye.

Over the head of Poros. .