Chapter 93: Each Unleashes Divine Power!
Under her will as the supreme flames primal law, countless forms of flames of all kinds, varieties, colors, and hues blazed fiercely from within the universe.
Pale blazing flames from stellar cores, deep blue cold flames from the universe’s edges, void incineration that annihilates all things.
Myriad of the most ferocious flames, driven by the master’s whims, turned into streams of heaven-burning, sea-boiling destruction floods, surging toward the death titan Iapetus!
The terrifying weaver of death, Iapetus, the symbol of cycle of recurrence and death harvest, now held nothing back, fully unleashing his terrifying power!
The Cronus before him perfectly overlapped with the invincible figure from his deepest memories!
He firmly believed that Cronus, filled with courage, was absolutely invincible!
For the first time, he unleashed without reservation, utterly disregarding consequences, revealing his own terrifying death titan divine body.
In his hand, he tightly gripped the “primal demise” that changes at will, harvesting all things.
The entire god transformed in this moment into a death shadow enveloping the universe, fully liberating his terrifying authority of weaving death and harvesting life!
The vitality of all spirits was merely fragile threads in his hand!
All life, under the dance of the life-mastering scythe, could only shatter inch by inch!
Even though Hestia was now immensely powerful, her life thread was repeatedly and precisely plucked and mercilessly slashed by Iapetus’s scythe, both formless and formed, symbolizing end and death.
Her majestic flames divine body continuously fractured into pieces, collapsing and dispersing!
Fortunately, endless stellar energy surged madly, reshaping her form.
But she could only bitterly hold on in this cycle of destruction and rebirth, unable to achieve any substantial results.
Even eternally burning flames have their life pulses.
And this life pulse, before the fully erupting Iapetus, before the current death harvester’s cold death authority, could only be mercilessly harvested and annihilated.
One brilliant star after another was drained of energy by Hestia, instantly extinguishing, falling into utter silence, becoming cold cosmic tombstones.
And in the next instant, their cold remnants were turned into cosmic dust by the great god’s battle aftershocks.
Yet even with nearly infinite energy sources, Hestia facing Iapetus’s unsolvable death laws could only burn impotent rage, roaring repeatedly, yet unable to truly harm him in the slightest.
Were it not for Hyperion and Crius secretly mobilizing the universe’s stars, continuously sending them to her side.
Were it not for sun god Helios and moon goddess Selene continuously supplying her with pure stellar energy.
Were it not for goddess of fertility Demeter continuously providing her with inexhaustible “firewood” and granting the flames undying life vitality.
Relying solely on her alone, she absolutely could not match the death harvester wielding primal demise.
However, even though the weaver of death was so formidable, facing the powerful combination of Hestia, Demeter, sun god and moon goddess, plus the covert aid from Clious and Hyperion.
He too was powerless to intervene in other battlefields, only able to fully cope.
For a time, the battle here fell into an intractable stalemate, endless energy clashing with death, trembling the starry sky.
As for the other battlefield, Poseidon’s ferocious smile grew ever more evident on his face.
Under the covert support of ocean god Oceanus, lord of celestial bodies Hyperion, and cosmic framework Crius.
Plus the aid of the stars titans—Astraeus, Pallas, Perses, sons of Crius, these three brothers.
He wantonly exercised the authority of sea and ocean.
The sea of stars is also sea!
Endless primal ocean pure water roared out from the void depths, engulfing endless stars, condensing into towering giant waves and surging tides roiling with celestial bodies!
With the momentum to drown all heavens and myriad realms, it majestically crashed toward god of insight Coeus!
Petty-minded furious Poseidon was determined to take revenge!
Earth-shaking god was now shaking and controlling the sea of stars tides!
Every drop of “water” in those stars tides was a star driven by divine power!
Every drop of water resonated and surged with each other, forming an absolutely unstoppable destruction resonance.
With an absolutely unstoppable momentum, forming an utterly terrifying destruction resonance, vowing to thoroughly shatter the insight-seeing primal titan!
But this seemingly unstoppable world-destroying flood was utterly useless before Coeus.
Poseidon’s majestic offensive was merely child’s play, clumsy and ineffective, easily dodged at will before god of insight and thought Coeus.
No matter how terrifying Poseidon’s attacks, no matter how violently fearsome his offensives, Coeus could always lightly evade their edge in the billionth instant before destruction arrived.
Even more terrifying, under his insight and thought divine authority’s influence, Poseidon even kept forgetting how to coherently wield divine power, his originally sharp offensives always intermittent, unable to form effective linkage.
Then, those uncontrolled stars tides exploded in go with the flow chaotic resonance, turning into the cosmos’s most brilliant, grandest, most tragic chain fireworks!
The violent energy detonation even shook the instigator Poseidon himself, leaving him dazed and confused.
For a time, utterly embarrassed.
Poseidon could only roar in frustration repeatedly, his offensives growing even more frenzied.
However, though Poseidon and his allies could not overcome Coeus, Coeus also could not quickly defeat them for the moment, both sides similarly locked in stalemate.
Wisdom goddess Metis’s bright eyes were now sharply scanning every corner of the battlefield, perceiving everything.
Wisdom’s clarity and intellect bolstered deep in the gods’ divinity; under wisdom’s boost, the two insight intelligence gods mired in bitter struggle could no longer effectively debuff the gods unleashing full force.
White-armed Hera, her exquisitely beautiful face now cold and stern, gaze like ice.
She was indeed the gentle loving-kindness mother goddess.
But most goddesses’ minds were no larger than a needle’s tip.
Previously, Phoebe’s sneak attack on her had made her suffer a loss, and she had been keeping that account.
She was happy that Zeus avenged her, but thinking of Zeus and Metis now being lovey-dovey filled her heart with both sourness and bitterness.
Frustrated in love and mood knotted, her recent mood had been truly poor.
And she was not the type to casually vent temper on other gods or take out anger on the innocent, so her pent-up rage was truly stifled.
Now she urgently needed to vent her spleen properly!
