[FGO]: 92

A terrifying old man, dressed in a white ancient Greek robe with his upper body exposed, emerged slowly. Lightning wrapped around his body, his hair and beard were silvery-white, and his eyes flickered with golden lightning. He exuded an aura of authority without anger as if he were the incarnation of thunder.

However, as soon as this old man opened his mouth, a lecherous aura immediately permeated the air.

"Oh~ My dearest daughter, it seems you've run into some trouble~"

He was Zeus, the current king of the Olympian pantheon, god of the sky and lightning.

Yet, despite his majestic and imposing entrance, Zeus now exuded the aura of a creepy old man ogling a young lady's legs.

His gaze roamed over Athena's body as if he wanted to lick her with his eyes.

Athena immediately showed an expression of disgust.

"Shut up, you pervert who leers at his daughter!"

"Hahaha! You never change. Serves you right to be scolded!"

The voice came before the person arrived.

At that moment, the faint sound of ocean waves could be heard, followed by a huge column of water gushing from the ground. The air filled with the slight smell of the sea.

An old man with blue hair, whose face bore a strong resemblance to Zeus, stepped out slowly from the water column holding a trident. He was Poseidon, Zeus's brother and the king of the sea.

"Hmph!"

Zeus snorted coldly and immediately defended himself.

"You old fool? How can caring for my daughter be called perversion? This is called fatherly love!"

Zeus explained shamelessly.

"You can explain that to Hera," Poseidon scoffed coldly.

"Alright, we three haven't seen each other in a long time. Why do you start arguing as soon as you meet?"

At this moment, Hades also walked out silently from the shadows, smiling as he played the role of peacemaker.

"Hmph!" x2

Zeus and Poseidon, in almost identical movements, folded their arms and turned their heads away, refusing to look at each other.

"Sorry to interrupt your reunion, but if you keep dawdling, the enemy will kill all our allies," Athena interjected, her face showing no sign of apology.

The three Olympian giants' expressions darkened as they looked toward the battlefield.

Perhaps sensing the presence of strong enemies, Scathach's fighting spirit grew even stronger.

As a result, the gods who had been tricked by Athena to serve as cannon fodder met with great misfortune. In the time it took for the three god-kings to speak, Scáthach unleashed her divine might and, with Ishtar's help, killed nearly a hundred gods in one fell swoop.

The ground was littered with divine corpses in various gruesome states.

When the Queen of the Land of Shadows got serious, no one could stand in her way.

"It seems our reunion will have to wait," Zeus said seriously.

"I thought you'd be stupid enough to get horny over her," Poseidon instinctively retorted.

"Would you get horny over a god-slaying spear?"

Zeus immediately looked at him with eyes full of concern for the mentally challenged.

"You...!"

"Both of you, enough!"

Hades' face suddenly turned cold as he placed his hands on Zeus's and Poseidon's heads simultaneously.

"Yes." x2

Zeus and Poseidon, now serious, seemed to transform into different people. Their expressions became imposing, displaying the supreme majesty of the God of the Sky and the God of the Seas.

Golden lightning and azure seawater swirled around the two of them.

As their aura rose, the sky flashed with lightning and thunder, and the distant sound of tidal waves could be heard.

Sensing her opponents' fighting spirit, Scathach's battle intent similarly soared.

Those crimson eyes gradually changed from coldness to excitement and bloodthirst, as if a demon beast in the abyss had finally begun to open its eyes.

The sheer force of her aura was enough to paralyze the gods surrounding her.

Simultaneously, the three God-king—Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades—engaged Scathach in battle.

Though the three gods appeared to have a poor relationship on the surface, their teamwork was highly coordinated.

Zeus led the offense, sometimes hurling lightning like javelins at Scathach, other times condensing lightning into whips to lash at her repeatedly.

Poseidon focused on defense, constantly wielding his sea king's trident to summon seawater from the ground. He either formed water walls to defend against Scathach's thrusts, created water whips to entangle her ankles or shot countless water arrows to harass her.

Hades continuously cast various god-level curses, occasionally summoning undead spirits from the underworld to restrain Scathach.

For a time, the four exchanged blows back and forth. Thick bolts of lightning occasionally plowed through the surroundings, the ground was littered with various creatures' skeletons, and seawater nearly submerged the nearby land.

Suddenly, the four figures separated simultaneously, with the three God-King facing Scathach.

As for the allied army of gods, they had long since retreated hundreds of meters away.

The three gods exchanged glances, each discovering horror in the others' eyes.

They no longer looked as composed as when they first appeared.

Zeus, who led the attack, had about a dozen bleeding holes throughout his body, gushing golden divine blood. Fortunately, none hit vital areas, and with his powerful strength as the king of gods, Zeus could barely hold on.

Poseidon, being more cunning and skilled at manipulating water, had a better defense. Despite this, a long bloody gash appeared on his face, marring his handsome visage.

Only Hades fared slightly better, with just a bloody hole in his right arm that temporarily disabled his right hand.

In contrast, Scathach still looked composed, with almost no visible wounds except for a small charred mark on her shoulder, likely from a lightning strike.

Outside the battlefield, Athena watched with shining eyes as Scathach displayed her divine might, overpowering the three great god-kings. She subdued these powerful Gods, whom even Athena herself feared, appearing as the war goddess among war goddesses, exuding an overwhelming queenly aura.

For the first time, Athena felt intensely jealous of a mortal.

How could a mortal command such a powerful and beautiful war goddess?

She was nearly driven mad with envy!

"Aren't you coming over~"

Scathach licked her alluring red lips, her body exuding a deadly charm as the Queen of the Land of Shadows' fighting spirit soared.

However, even Zeus, the number one womanizer, dared not let his mind wander.

A moment's distraction would mean death!

"Then I'll come to you!"

Before her words faded, Scathach's figure appeared before Zeus, her crimson magic spear thrusting directly at his throat!

Zeus was greatly alarmed and hastily erupted with a terrifying lightning storm, desperately forcing her back. The cost, however, was another bloody hole in his shoulder.

This can't go on, or we'll lose.

The three God-king, connected in thought, almost simultaneously came to the same conclusion.

With a glance at each other, their millions of years of tacit understanding allowed them to know what the others were thinking, and they began to act almost in unison.

Scathach seemed to welcome this development, surprisingly not taking the opportunity to attack. Those crimson eyes observed the three gods with interest as if appraising high-quality prey.

Zeus's divine power surged, golden thunder manifesting around him like lightning-forged armor.

"In the name of the Lord of Thunder, come forth, ThunderBolt!"

Zeus shouted, raising his right hand. A thunderous boom resounded as the sky instantly filled with dark clouds. Suddenly, a lightning pillar over ten meters in diameter descended from the heavens and grasped firmly in Zeus's hand.

The massive lightning pillar was instantly compressed to its limit, condensing into a spear-shaped light weapon in Zeus's grip.

Lightning continued to fall, and the light spear in Zeus's hand grew more solid, its radiance increasingly dazzling, emanating an aura of world-ending destruction.

Meanwhile,

"Seas, heed my command! I am Poseidon, God of the Oceans!" Poseidon's hair and beard stood on end as he raised his golden trident.

A distant rumbling could be heard. From a bird's eye view, one would be shocked to see the sea beside Orario suddenly recede, followed by a hundred-meter-high tsunami rushing toward them with overwhelming force.

As the eldest of the three supreme gods, Hades was not to be outdone.

"Souls of the Underworld, I am the ruler of Hades. By the ancient contract, become my power!"

Instantly, ghostly winds arose, filled with wails and howls. Despite it being midday, the surrounding light dimmed, and the temperature plummeted. The living could hear the whispers of the dead, sending chills down their spines.

Hades made a grasping motion with his empty hand, his eyes glowing an eerie green as he fully embodied the ruler of the dead.

Countless souls emerged from the ground, wailing as they flowed into Hades's palm.

A gray sword slowly formed in his hand, covered in intricate, strange patterns. Upon closer inspection, these patterns were faces with gaping mouths, screaming in agony!

"This is quite the spectacle~ How about it, Queen of the Shadow Realm, need any help?"

Ishtar's voice reached Scathach's ears.

A cold smile played on Scathach's lips.

"No need. This level is barely enough for a warm-up."

"Is that so~ How reliable. Then I'll just watch this good show from the sidelines~"

With that, Ishtar truly took on the appearance of a bystander, reinforcing the defensive barrier of the Gudako Hotel.

With her intervention, the barrier that had been on the verge of collapse under the supreme god's power suddenly stabilized.

'Shishou, are you sure this is okay?'

Ryou's telepathic voice reached Scathach's mind.

After all, the might of the three supreme gods' attack was truly extraordinary. If just the preparation stage had such a grand effect, one could only imagine the devastation when the attack landed.

'They are no match for me.'

Scsthach stated this fact calmly in her mental reply.

'I understand.'

Ryou immediately chose to trust her unconditionally.

Just as he was about to end the communication, Scathach's voice suddenly came through.

'This is a good opportunity for a live lesson. As my disciple, you only need to know one thing: killing doesn't rely on grand displays!'

With that, Scathach began to move.

A dense, crimson energy continuously emanated from Scathach, slowly gathering into her magic spear.

This unnamed energy was the god-slaying power infused with endless curses, formed from Scathach's slaughter of countless deities.

As the god-slaying power poured in, the magic spear seemed to come alive, as if the entire weapon had gained sentience.

However, the aura generated by Scathach's preparation paled in comparison to that of the three supreme gods.

It was like comparing the sun to a flashlight.

Seeing such a vast difference in their displays of power, the gathered gods couldn't help but show expressions of joy.

This invincible woman who had slain nearly a hundred of their divine kin was finally going to die!

The high and mighty gods would never admit they were afraid.

Even the unparalleled strategist Athena did not doubt that the three supreme gods would win.

She only felt regret that such a beautiful and powerful female warrior was about to turn to ashes.

Faced with the gods' gazes that regarded her as already dead, Scathach's heart didn't waver in the slightest. She slightly lowered her body, assuming the stance most suitable for a thrust.

Almost simultaneously, the three supreme god's preparations entered their final stage.

As if by prior agreement, both sides launched their attacks at the same time!

Almost without any visible movement, Scathach's entire body transformed into a sharp red light, thrusting forward.

Zeus pulled back, fiercely hurling the light spear formed from countless thunderbolts toward the approaching red light.

Poseidon swung his golden trident downward with force. A tsunami, larger than an endless mountain range and carrying hundreds of millions of tons of seawater, crashed down violently.

Hades, with a solemn expression, raised the gray sword composed of countless souls and slashed forward.

The void suddenly filled with the cries of souls. Even the nearby gods felt waves of nausea, while most adventurers in the vicinity, save for a few with iron wills, fainted and collapsed.

To defeat their formidable enemy, the three supreme gods fully revealed the cruel side of divinity that views mortals as mere insects.

What mortal could withstand even the residual force of such a terrifying attack?

The tsunami summoned by Poseidon swept through the city, effortlessly destroying all buildings in its path and nearly wiping out all residents within.

To forge the soul sword, Hades forcibly transformed the land of Orario into something akin to the underworld.

Though he didn't cause direct damage, the transformed land spawned undead creatures crawling from the earth, attacking every living being they saw with a deep-seated hatred for the living.

Moreover, after becoming underworld soil, the entire land of Orario was polluted. Any living beings residing there long-term would rapidly lose their life force, with various curses emerging endlessly. Without purification, this land was no longer suitable for the living.

Cold and merciless, the three supreme gods displayed the aloof nature of gods to its fullest extent.

Adventurers near the battlefield watched in despair as the great tsunami approached.

Fortunately, to save time in nurturing her pawns, Athena had called upon the gods to protect the adventurers and guild soldiers on the battlefield.

Just then, the attacks from both sides collided head-on at the center of the battlefield!

As Scathach had said, god-slaying doesn't rely on who has the grander display.

The moment the attacks made contact, the outcome was decided.

Zeus's lightning spear, formed from all his thunder, shattered upon impact with the red light.

Poseidon's great tsunami was pierced through and dispersed by the red light.

Hades's soul sword only lasted a few seconds before breaking apart piece by piece.

The red light, now slightly dimmed, continued its advance toward the three gods as if nothing in the world could impede its progress.