Chapter 101 Zeus's Prophecy
Chapter 101 Zeus's Prophecy
"Take this!"
Perseus was furious and swung his sword at Zeus.
This is a sword strike that surpasses even the Golden Warrior and can barely reach the level of a "hero." Even if there is a rock or a piece of steel blocking its way, it will undoubtedly be cleaved in two.
however.
Before Perseus stood a god.
The sword flashed across Zeus's body, unimpeded, with only a few arcs of electricity flashing by.
When Perseus looked up, he found that his sword could not harm Zeus in the slightest.
The sword sliced through Zeus's body as easily as it sliced through water or air.
Apart from a few ripples from the electric arc, there was no other reaction.
You can't hurt me...
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"Just like you can't harm the sky, you can't attack the thunder..."
"For I am Zeus, the ruler of all things, the king of the Olympians."
"Perseus, put down your hatred..."
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"You have my blood flowing through your veins; you are my mortal offspring..."
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His voice seemed to be both on the horizon and right next to my ear.
Perseus knew that by force alone... even a hundred of him couldn't defeat Zeus. He could only lower his sword and, filled with rage and hatred, roared at Zeus: "Where were you when I was born? Where were you when I was found at sea? Where were you when Dicttis raised and taught me? Where were you when I was on the verge of death amidst the wolves in the wilderness?"
"Now I have grown up...and passed the Golden Trial, becoming the strongest warrior in Middle-earth!"
"And now, you've come knocking on our door?!"
"Stay away from me!"
"You were never my father, go back to being your Olympian god-king!"
"I am the son of Dicttis!"
Perseus's words seemed to leave Zeus speechless, and the old man's expression darkened.
After a moment of silence, Zeus, the king of the gods, said: "Even if you cannot erase your hatred for me..."
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"But that doesn't change the fact that you have my blood flowing through your veins; you are a hero chosen by God!"
"Your fate has already been decided by the gods in the Pantheon."
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"The ancient prophecy continues, just as the King of Argos died because of you..."
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"And the destruction of Argos."
"It will all start because of you!"
Zeus, the king of the gods, slowly disappeared from the mountaintop.
At the same time, thunder rumbled from the sky, and when Perseus turned to look ahead, the scene had changed—
No longer mountains and clouds.
Instead, it was a gigantic monster with countless tentacles, destroying cities and buildings, with flames and wailing sounds everywhere... What shocked Perseus was that he saw a familiar figure, Isaac, on the city wall.
He was utterly astonished.
In that illusion, Isaac was standing right opposite him...
Perseus and Isaac.
Standing amidst the ruins, bathed in the flames.
The two drew their swords and began to fight.
"What?"
However, before he could ponder this further, the scene before him vanished, and the thunderous sound echoed once more from the heavens—
Perseus...
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"This is not a dream, but a scene destined by fate..."
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"Perseus, whose blood flows with mine..."
"This is the ending that fate has revealed to you."
"You died by the sword of that evil god's apostle, causing your country to be destroyed and your family to perish..."
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"Or, by my blood, in my name, become heroes of the gods, and kings of all ages!"
Perseus...
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Make your choice.
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Perseus...
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He suddenly woke up from his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar and beautiful figure in front of him.
He slowly came to his senses...
"Perseus, my brother, what's wrong?"
"I kept calling you but couldn't wake you up, it worried me terribly."
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, and her face was absolutely beautiful...like a fairy from mythology.
Wearing a pristine white Heaton dress, simply adorned with a few gold chains tied around her slender waist, arms, and ankles, she exuded a touch of elegance amidst her pure beauty...
It was Dixtis's own daughter:
Perseus's secret lover and half-sister;
The most beautiful princess in the kingdom—
Andromeda.
"It's alright, Andromeda... just like before, it's still that nightmare."
Perseus rubbed his head, looking quite troubled.
Upon seeing this, Andromeda quickly climbed onto Perseus's bed like a soft kitten, her fair fingers gently stroking Perseus's temples, trying to relieve some of his pain.
However, this position was not elegant, because Perseus was still lying down, so the princess could only help massage him by riding on his back, and as she massaged... the princess's hand inexplicably slid down to his lower body.
"No, Andromeda, now is not the time..."
"You're still too young!"
Perseus lifted the girl with one hand; her slender limbs thrashed wildly in the air. He then carefully placed Andromeda on the ground...
"Perseus! I'm not a child anymore!"
The princess was a little angry. She put her hands on her hips and straightened her body, trying to put on a show, but... it didn't work.
Perseus did not play with Andromeda for long after he got up.
Now is not the time for romance.
Last night in his dream, Zeus's words... and the so-called prophecy he heard, filled him with anxiety about the possibility of him and Isaac turning against each other.
A gigantic monster destroyed Argos...
If he doesn't figure this out, how can he possibly care about romantic relationships?
"It seems... His Holiness Saint Zack knows something..."
Perseus then remembered the parable that Zach had told him earlier.
Perhaps it has something in common with Zeus's prophecy?
Argos, a port.
A dark, gloomy attic, this is the second prince's villa in the port, in a very remote location.
You have to navigate around several corners to reach this hidden gem nestled in the heart of the city.
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A man holding a black staff, his entire body shrouded in a black cloak.
The door to the attic was slowly opened.
Inside was a round table with a candle on it, its flame flickering.
It illuminated the faces of the people around it.
"I've arrived, Your Highness..."
The man in the black cloak held a black staff.
The staff was engraved with unknown, mystical patterns that originated from the magic crystal on the staff and spread throughout its entire length. The inscriptions shimmered faintly because of the magic crystal.
"How are the plans going?"
The young figure hidden in the darkness asked.
The black-robed wizard nodded, held his staff horizontally in front of him, and stroked the patterns on it.
His cloudy eyes, hidden beneath his cloak, gleamed with a sharp light as he said, "Everything is ready..."
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"If the temple's reputation is tarnished, Perseus will be crippled."
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The young man looked worried and asked again, "What about Saint Zack?"
"He's no ordinary character; the claim that his holy water can cure all diseases and injuries is true."
"The revelations and prophecies that were performed also have some explanation..."
"Are you really capable of dealing with him?"
The black-robed wizard seemed to be born unable to smile, his face remaining cold as he said, "There is no need to worry, the gods are with me."
At that moment, another voice rang out from the darkness: "Your Highness..."
"The Temple is just one of them; don't forget the Hall of Heroes."
"That's Perseus's main base..."
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"If you want to gain absolute dominance, then you must control the Hall of Heroes; the three hundred golden warriors... are the most direct source of power... But if you cannot control the Hall of Heroes, then it's best to destroy it!"
The young man then asked, "In the Hall of Heroes, I was no match for Perseus."
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"How can we destroy the Hall of Heroes?"
A voice came from the darkness: "Let that confederation crumble."
"I know a secret: the core of that confederation was to find a woman..."
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"However, Perseus and your father... actually knew about this all along, but he kept it a secret, concealing the woman from them for eighteen years. If this were made clear to Athens and Memphis, the Confederation would lose trust and subsequently fall apart..."
The young man was extremely surprised when he heard the news. He asked, "What?"
Why did Father hide this from us?
The figure slowly emerged from the darkness and stepped into the candlelight.
It was that who possessed the blood of the former King of Argos...
The commander of the Praetorian Guard who fled from Argos to Sparta eighteen years ago.
He recalled the blood of that day, the crown he had missed, the candlelight flickering in his pupils, and he slowly said, "Because...the Messiah..."
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