Apollo reviewed the entire sequence of the battle with Typhon, his eyes betraying contemplative thoughts.
"You're saying, learn from that progenitor of magic's successful experience, and prevent him from touching his Origin Artifact?"
"That's what you came up with, it has nothing to do with me."
Luo En raised his hands hastily, trying to clear himself of any involvement, his face feigning innocence, but his eyes were filled with malevolent hues.
Well, Apollo wasn't wrong, this was indeed the suggestion that dutiful son wanted to convey.
Previously, Themis's sword strike, risking fragmentation of her divinity, had already caused cracks in His Majesty the King of God's royal authority, Zeus's power certainly wasn't as formidable as before.
If, before the rebellion, they could find a way to strip Zeus of his arms, weaken his Divine Authority, and significantly reduce the strength he could wield.