Chapter 103: Trembling Poseidon
Zeus smiled, his smile full of meaning: “No hurry.”
He looked at Campe, his voice carrying a gentle, unrefusing tone: “Daughter of Pontus, would you like to have a private chat with me?”
Campe had no other thoughts; it was good that they could talk!
She could only obey, nodding repeatedly and heavily in haste, like a chick pecking for rice.
Zeus pulled her aside, and with a wave of his hand, concealed their figures and voices, creating an independent space where they began to talk quietly.
After a long while, a sharp cry suddenly came from the darkness, filled with determination and grief: “Enough! The God King has bestowed honor upon me, and I, Campe, will forever be loyal to the God King!”
“You don’t need to say anything else, I’ll fight you!” the beautiful Gorgon’s voice was filled with the valor of facing death.
The concealment instantly dissipated. Campe’s divine body resumed its size of ten thousand miles. Fifty ferocious beast heads around her waist roared and tore, and her cold, ethereal scorpion tail swung, her claws and teeth bared, like a completely maddened giant beast, she charged at Zeus.
Poseidon was taken aback, then his face was full of schadenfreude. He laughed out loud: “Zeus, so there are gods whom even your silver tongue cannot persuade, hahaha! It seems your charm is not always effective!”
He prepared to step forward, with the tyranny of being rejected, “I’ll deal with such an ungrateful fool!”
Zeus seemed to be angered as well, only coldly snorting: “I’ll handle it myself!”
Looking at Campe lunging at him, he initially wanted to kill her with a single punch, but upon seeing Campe’s divine body, he found it hard to strike.
It would be a shame to strike her face, and even more of a shame to strike her upper body.
As for her lower half, which was covered in countless vipers, Zeus didn’t even want to touch it.
Finally, Zeus flashed his form, bypassing to the back of Campe’s neck, and with a swift hand chop, cleanly broke her neck.
Campe’s massive body instantly went limp, losing all vitality, but not completely dissipating.
Zeus’s swiftness even surprised Poseidon somewhat. Looking at the now limp Campe, he secretly thought it a pity, but he didn’t say anything, and this small feeling of regret vanished in an instant.
Zeus removed the dark chains wrapped around her snake tail, then threw her colossal divine body to Hades: “Hades, shroud her with darkness, do not allow her divine consciousness and laws to return to the world, and I will hand her over to Pontus later.”
Hades nodded, his handsome, indifferent face showing no ripples. He waved his hand and summoned endless darkness, which, like a tide, quietly enveloped Campe’s massive body, hiding it completely.
Melisseus was stunned. This development was too bizarre, far beyond his understanding. However, he had no time to think, as a more important moment had arrived.
Zeus had already begun a sonorous and solemn chant, his sacred verses echoing in the darkness:
“All things be silent, light and shadow recede, in the desolation of the world’s beginning, great Goddess of Night, not the night of the mortal world, not faint starlight, primordial abyss of darkness, endless void, beside chaos, that first mysterious veil, eternal night, great primordial night, please accept my call and come to my aid.”
The eternal Nyx quietly appeared from the darkness.
Her form was as deep and flawless as the night itself, with extreme darkness entwining her perfect and abundant divine body.
A dark veil, faintly visible and seemingly non-existent, covered her deep eyes, adding a touch of mystery and charm.
Her deep peripheral vision cast a meaningful glance at Hades and Campe, who appeared utterly dead in the darkness.
Then, she smiled and bowed to Zeus, her voice filled with endless tenderness: “Majestic ruler of all, Dark Night heeds your call.”
Zeus said gently: “Great Night, thank you for coming. I request your assistance. Please, together with Hades, completely obscure this endless darkness beneath the world, so that everything that happens now remains unknown to any god, until our objective is achieved.”
The deep and mysterious Nyx nodded again, her exquisite face bearing a gentle smile: “As you wish.”
As the words fell, the great authority of the Dark Night began to operate, and the boundless power of the Primal Great God was unleashed. The formless darkness, like the deepest ink, began to spread silently in the abyss, enveloping all visible and invisible existences, obscuring all sight.
Hades also wielded his own authority over the gloomy darkness. The void darkness churned under his command.
Darkness had not welcomed its true master for too long, and at this moment, it rejoiced due to Hades’ power.
The night merged silently with the churning, endless darkness without a ripple, adding an absolute layer of security to the abyss that already obscured everything.
At this moment, the darkness and night of the underworld had become a complete black hole, concealing everything within it, not leaking a single fluctuation.
Seeing this, Zeus let out a majestic roar, his voice echoing in the endless darkness with immense divine might.
He displayed his incomparably majestic Olympian God King form. His colossal and imposing figure, even in the darkness, exuded a divine radiance that inspired awe in the gods.
Campe’s previously ten-thousand-mile-long divine body was as insignificant as dust before Zeus’s majestic God King form.
He tightly gripped the anchor point of the darkness-turned-chain in his hand and waved it. A simple movement contained the might of heaven and earth, instantly shattering the void space where the anchor point was located.
Then, he pulled on the unbreakable anchor point of the chain, churning and fishing in the endless Sea of Nothingness, dragging the bodies of the Giants.
In the concept of Tartarus, which was pure void, there was not even the concept of space; everything was chaos and emptiness.
Even with an anchor point connected, it was an extremely arduous task to “pull” them back from that profound void.
There were no strange entities to disturb him, mainly because nothing could survive in Tartarus.
Even ordinary Great Gods, without this anchor point as a coordinate and energy support, would only face destruction, completely devoured by Tartarus, and ultimately return to the void, with no other possibility.
Tartarus could not immediately wear down and devour Great Gods, but without an anchor point as a coordinate and energy support, they would only be slowly worn down to their end.
Escape was absolutely impossible, as Tartarus lacked even the concept of space, leaving nowhere to flee, no path to escape, and no means to escape.
Unless one possessed supreme power capable of shattering true, pure chaos.
Clearly, although the six Giants were extremely powerful, they were not capable of this.
Relying on the darkness, Zeus fished in the endless void with the anchor point for a very, very long time before he successively rescued the Giants from the endless abyss.
The Giants, who had just “seen the light” again, reacted very slowly.
This was because their consciousness had been ravaged and almost completely collapsed by the endless wear and torment.
Seeing “reality and existence” so suddenly, even though this real world was only darkness and night, they still felt it was unreal.
They even suspected they were still trapped in a hallucination of self-numbness, not daring to believe what was before their eyes.
As for Zeus and Hades, in the Giants’ nearly numb perception, they appeared too “small.” The mentally near-collapsed Giants could not sense their presence at all.
It wasn’t until Zeus flew before them and delivered two powerful punches, knocking them soundly awake.
The intense pain was, for these tormented Giants, a luxurious sensation of reality.
It was only then that their nearly extinguished divine consciousness began to truly awaken, gradually rousing from endless loneliness and submersion.
With their divinity revived, their chaotic divine consciousness finally realized that everything was real!
They had truly returned from the endless void!
They had finally been saved from the endless torment and submersion!
This second time they were cast into Tartarus was even longer than the first.
Countless, immeasurable years had passed, so long that they had almost completely fallen and collapsed, almost losing all sense of self!
They embraced each other, their colossal bodies trembling with ecstasy, shouting loudly, their voices echoing in the darkness. They even embraced the ethereal darkness and the night. Everything in reality made them delirious with joy!
All the Giants were nearly insane at this moment, immersed in the immense joy of regaining their freedom. They didn’t even notice Zeus before them or his companions, and had completely forgotten about being beaten just moments ago.
The wildly dancing Giants even stirred up the endless darkness and the night, their power surging, causing the entire underworld to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse.
If not for the Lady of Night and Hades exerting all their efforts to conceal it, such a large commotion would have inevitably attracted the attention of God King Cronus.
Zeus did not disturb them. They truly needed to vent their feelings at this time, to release the pain and oppression of countless years.
The six Giants were too powerful. Their uncontrolled power erupted in their frenzy. Zeus and the others also temporarily kept their distance, to avoid being caught in the surge of their violent and ecstatic power.
As for Melisseus, if Zeus had not been protecting him, he would have long ago been completely destroyed by the unintentional outbursts of the Giants’ power.
Poseidon, standing beside them, was still shocked by the unimaginably immense and powerful Giants.
Rumors were no substitute for meeting them; no matter how much he had heard of the Giants’ immense power, reality surpassed his imagination.
Zeus’s God King body was already infinitely majestic. The three Cyclopes were fine, but those three Hundred-armed Giants were even larger than Zeus’s divine body!
No wonder each of them could rival a Primal Titan, and no wonder they possessed a power that made the Gods fear them.
Even though he was always arrogant, he had to admit that any one of the Giants was no weaker than him.
Poseidon’s arrogant face was now filled with astonishment and disbelief.
However, after the shock, he felt true fear and trepidation for the first time in his divine life.
