( 1st Bonus Chapter) When Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades returned safely to camp and reunited with Hera and the others, the entire encampment of the new generation of gods erupted in earth-shaking cheers.
Gaia’s prophecy was steadily becoming reality, and the scales of victory had finally begun to tip irreversibly in their favor.
Everyone realized that the decade-long war between the Titans and the new generation of gods had finally reached the threshold of its final decisive battle.
“Zeus, although Lady Gaia’s prophecy is unfolding as foretold and the situation is turning in our favor, we must not lower our guard.” Inside the command tent, Metis leaned gently against Zeus, her crimson hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders.
Yet despite her graceful appearance, an unmistakable look of concern remained on her beautiful face.
“I know, Metis.” Zeus squeezed her hand, drawing strength from the warmth and reassurance she offered.
“Even now, we still haven’t been able to completely overpower Father Kronos in a direct confrontation.
His authority over Time and Harvest is simply too troublesome, and his foundation is far deeper than ours.” “Hmph!
What kind of father is he?” Hera snorted coldly, cutting off Zeus’s momentary sentimentality.
She had exchanged her usual attire for a fitted suit of dark crimson battle armor that perfectly suited combat.
Her fiery red hair was tied into a neat ponytail, while determination blazed across her stunning face.
“He’s nothing more than an enemy we must defeat!
Now that the Hecatoncheires have tied down the main Titan army, we should concentrate all our strength and eliminate Kronos—the root of all this evil—once and for all!” Metis’s concern came from her careful understanding of the overall situation.
Hera’s proposal, on the other hand, reflected the decisiveness needed to break a stalemate.
But Poseidon, as the world’s greatest anomaly, knew something they didn’t.
Because of his existence, the course of prophecy had already drifted far from the original mythology.
The problem wasn’t that they lacked the strength to suppress—or even defeat—Kronos.
The real problem was… “Hera, the idea isn’t bad.
But we can’t pour all of our forces into Kronos alone.” Leaning casually against one of the tent’s support pillars with his arms crossed, Poseidon calmly poured cold water over her proposal.
“The Titan army may be intimidated by the Hecatoncheires, but they still vastly outnumber us, and they have plenty of powerful gods left.
On our side, even counting everyone, we only have the six of us plus the giants we recently rescued.” “Poseidon is right.” Hestia spoke in her usual calm yet resolute tone.
She had replaced her elegant robes with a suit of silver-white light armor engraved with patterns of Eternal Fire.
Her platinum-blonde hair was tied back simply, and although her emerald eyes remained gentle, traces of fatigue were impossible to hide.
“Demeter and I have already exhausted most of our strength protecting the goddesses, nymphs, and support personnel following us, while also defending our supply lines against Titan raids and infiltration.” Demeter nodded in agreement.
Dressed in pale golden armor woven with vine-like patterns and carrying a scepter shaped like a stalk of wheat, she added softly, “Our rear lines can’t be neglected.” Hera fell silent.
She couldn’t deny the truth of their words.
No matter how powerful they were individually, victory wasn’t decided solely by battles between supreme gods.
The stability of the rear lines, logistics, and protection of their allies were just as important.
Even the strongest deity couldn’t be everywhere at once.
At that moment, the tent flap was lifted.
Three enormous figures, each as massive as a small mountain, ducked their heads to squeeze inside.
They were the three Cyclopes brothers— Brontes the Thunderer, Steropes the Lightning, and Arges the Thunderbolt.
“We happened to pass by.” “And heard your concerns.” “If quantity is lacking…” “…then make up for it with quality.” “Overwhelming firepower solves most problems.” The three brothers confidently declared that they would forge weapons powerful enough to overwhelm every obstacle through absolute superiority in destructive force.
Thus, over the following days, the Cyclopes displayed why they were revered as the greatest divine craftsmen in existence.
For Zeus, they forged the Thunderbolt, a divine spear that condensed the most violent lightning in the heavens.
For Poseidon, they created an azure Trident, seemingly forged from the very essence of the boundless sea itself.
For Hades, they crafted the Helm of Darkness, capable of perfectly concealing both his presence and his form.
It could also transform to unleash devastating Death Gaze beams that annihilated all life in their path.
They also reforged Hera’s royal crown, allowing it not only to amplify her magical power but also to serve as an exceptional artifact for mental domination and spiritual defense.
Alongside it, they forged the Scepter of Heaven, perfectly suited to her divine authority.
For Demeter, they wove the Veil of Earthly Protection, an artifact created from precious materials infused with Gaia’s primordial divine power—a treasure absent from the original myths.
For Hestia, they forged the ever-burning Sacred Fire Poker and a portable Sacred Altar that could be deployed anywhere on the battlefield.
As if that weren’t enough… The Cyclopes custom-built one hundred and fifty Divine Power Bombardment Cannons for the Hecatoncheires.
Each giant could wield multiple cannons at once, completely eliminating their only weakness—their overwhelming melee strength paired with limited long-range capabilities.
“Firepower is eternal truth.” “Absolute superiority in firepower renders all tactics meaningless.” “What we need…” “…is explosions.” The three Cyclopes seemed almost pathologically obsessed with overwhelming firepower.
Besides forging legendary divine artifacts, they continuously mass-produced Divine Power Catapults, Elemental Bombs, Rapid Bombardment Chariots, and every conceivable siege weapon for the allied army.
Watching the bustling divine foundries, Poseidon couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, Did these guys transmigrate from a world plagued by some kind of “firepower deficiency syndrome” in their previous lives?
The results appeared almost immediately.
On the battlefield, the Hecatoncheires transformed into mobile fortresses.
Each gigantic hand wielded a Divine Power Bombardment Cannon, and all one hundred and fifty cannons unleashed their volleys simultaneously.
Brilliant beams of destructive divine power rained across the Titan army.
Wherever they struck, mountains collapsed, the earth split apart, and even divine bodies were blown to pieces.
For the first time… Absolute long-range firepower completely dominated the battlefield.
Meanwhile, empowered by their newly forged divine artifacts and with the authorities of their divine names now fully awakened, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades all experienced another tremendous leap in strength.
Fighting together, they gradually overwhelmed even Kronos.
His mastery over Time and the Laws of Harvest could no longer completely suppress the three brothers working in unison.
This also meant that within the Titan camp, there was no longer anyone capable of standing alone against any one of the three.
After receiving the blessings of their mother Rhea and the recognition of Gaia’s will, Hera inherited her divine crown and scepter.
With them, her magic blossomed to an entirely new level, becoming more majestic and overwhelmingly commanding than ever before.
Demeter’s Veil of Earthly Protection greatly enhanced her authority over abundance and restraint.
Hestia’s Sacred Fire Poker and Portable Sacred Altar expanded the range and potency of her powers of protection and purification.
After enduring ten relentless years of divine warfare… The six siblings had finally awakened and fully mastered the complete power of their divine names.
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