The God of Underworld-Chapter 36: You Traitorous Brother

A force of tens of thousands of divine warriors; gods, divine spirits, and divine beings, stood assembled before the towering stairs of Mount Othrys.

Their combined divinity surged across the battlefield like a rising tide, the sheer force of their presence making the very air tremble.

At their forefront stood the mightiest of them all.

Hades, Lord of the Underworld.

Zeus, the God of Thunder.

Poseidon, the God of the Seas.

Hera, the Goddess of Marriage.

Demeter, the Goddess of Harvest.

And behind them, their legions—their banners raised high, their weapons gleaming with divine might.

At the top of the stairs, waiting in silent defiance, was Atlas.

The Titan of Endurance sat motionless, resting his colossal club on the ground. His eyes burned with quiet intensity as he gazed down at the approaching army, his armor radiating raw power. freёnovelkiss.com

Despite the overwhelming numbers before him, he remained unshaken.

On either side of Atlas stood Adanus and Lelantos, two formidable titans, their strength second only to the Four Pillar Titans.

Adanus, the Titan of Unyielding Force, whose mere presence made the ground quake. His arms were crossed over his chest, his crimson armor etched with the scars of countless battles.

Lelantos, the Titan of Stealth and the Unseen Wind, stood with his greatbow resting against his shoulder.

His form flickered like a mirage, his power making him nearly imperceptible. His cold gaze locked onto the approaching gods with quiet calculation.

The two titans could feel the weight of what was coming.

But none spoke.

And at this moment, Hades took a step forward.

With that single movement, the world cracked.

A massive shockwave erupted across the battlefield, flattening the ground beneath him and sending tremors through the air.

The sky above darkened, as if reality itself struggled to bear the weight of the moment.

Atlas slowly stood, lifting his club onto his shoulder. His expression remained unchanged, but his golden aura flared to life, colliding with Hades’ dark energy.

The heavens split open.

Mountains crumbled.

The earth screamed as the two forces clashed.

It was as if the cosmos themselves rebelled against their existence.

Adanus gritted his teeth. Even for him, the pressure was immense.

Lelantos clenched his fist, his form flickering, barely holding his ground.

A moment later, both titans stepped forward, their combined energy reinforcing Atlas’ aura, just to counteract Hades’ mere presence.

For a brief moment, the battlefield teetered on the brink of oblivion.

They stared at each other, their eyes conveying more than mere words.

Eventually, as if coming to an understanding, they retracted their power.

The world stabilized. The sky remained cracked, but the immediate threat of destruction had passed.

Atlas rolled his shoulders, as if shaking off the weight of Hades’ power. His eyes locked onto the Lord of the Underworld.

"You can pass." His voice was calm, unwavering.

The Olympians stiffened in surprise, but Hades remained still.

Atlas exhaled slowly.

"There is no point in trying to stop you," he admitted. "We cannot beat you."

He then raised his club and stabbed it into the ground.

"Instead, we will defeat your siblings and your army. Then, we will march to aid lord Cronus." His gaze swept across the Olympians before him. "And when that happens... you will fall."

Hades stared at him, and simply ignored his words, then without sparing another glance, his black cloak billowing behind him as he ascended the ancient, crumbling stairs of Mount Othrys.

Each step he took sent ripples of dark energy through the stone, and the oppressive aura surrounding him forced the Titan’s soldiers to instinctively move aside, their very instincts screaming at them not to stand in his path.

None dared to block his way.

A faint mist flickered behind him, almost imperceptible.

Hecate had vanished into a veil of purple smoke, silently following him. Though unseen, her presence remained, a specter of sorcery lurking just beyond the edge of perception.

Atlas watched them go, his eyes narrowing, hesitating. He wanted to stop Hecate, but doing so would take too much time and would injure him.

So in the end, he made no move to stop them.

Instead, he turned his attention back to the Olympians.

His golden aura surged, twisting the air around him as he pointed his colossal club forward.

"You will not take another step further." Then, like a signal, he roared, "DEATH TO THE REBELS! HAIL CRONUS!"

"DEATH TO THE REBELS! HAIL CRONUS!"

The moment his words rang out, the Titan’s army roared, tens of thousands of gods and divine spirits erupting forward like an avalanche of destruction.

Their weapons blazed with divine energy, their armor gleaming under the fractured sky.

Zeus and Poseidon did not hesitate.

"DEATH TO CRONUS! MY SOLDIERS! PUSH FORWARD!"

The army of gods behind them roared as they threw themselves at the opposing side.

Zeus threw his arm forward, and the very sky split apart. Thunder roared in response to his will, as massive bolts of lightning came crashing down upon the Titan’s army.

Poseidon stomped his foot, and the ground shattered. Cracks spread like veins, and from them erupted torrents of seawater, an entire ocean conjured from nothing, crashing into the enemy ranks with the force of a divine tsunami.

It was chaos.

The two colossal armies clashed, and the very land trembled beneath them.

Campe, standing among the frontlines, threw her head back and laughed.

"I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS!" she roared, her crimson hair billowing in the storm of divinity. "I’LL BURN YOU ALL TO CINDERS!"

In the next instant, her body began to twist, her limbs stretching, bones cracking as she morphed into her true form.

A massive red dragon, her scales gleaming like molten fire, erupted into existence.

Her wings, large enough to blot out the battlefield below, unfurled with a single movement, and with a single sweep of her tail, she sent dozens of Titan soldiers flying.

With a guttural growl, she exhaled, and a storm of fire swallowed the battlefield whole.

Among this chaos, the key battles began.

Adanus, the Titan of Unyielding Force, turned as Demeter approached him, her two sickles glowing with divine light.

The ground cracked beneath them, the force of their power twisting the battlefield itself.

Lelantos, the Titan of the Unseen Wind, remained still as Hera stepped forward, her divine mirror floating in orbit around her.

They stared at one another for a brief moment, their divinities colliding. Lelantos’ form flickered, shifting between reality and illusion, but Hera remained as composed as ever.

"You won’t be hiding from me," she declared, as her mirror shimmered, revealing every possible movement he could make.

Meanwhile, the Five Underworld River Gods, leading their own elite legions, pushed forward, their sights set on Cronus’ temple.

They don’t want to waste time fighting here, they must assist their king as soon as possible!

The armies of the dead surged, their war cries echoing like a chorus of the damned.

As the battlefield burned around them, Atlas turned to face Zeus and Poseidon.

The two Olympians stood before him, their weapons crackling with divine might.

Atlas exhaled slowly, shifting his colossal club. His body radiates power, so much so that even Zeus and Poseidon doubted if they can win this alone.

"I hope you two are prepared," he said, his voice like rolling thunder. "Because you won’t leave this battlefield alive."

Zeus hid his worries and simply smirked. "We’ll see about that."

Poseidon twirled his trident, the air around him warping with power. "Let’s find out who breaks first."

However...

Before Zeus and Poseidon could advance, a massive wall of fire erupted between them and Atlas.

The inferno roared, its flames twisting and crackling like a living entity, casting an eerie golden glow across the battlefield.

From the heart of the flames, two figures emerged.

Prometheus walked forward first, his ever-present sly smirk playing at his lips.

His eyes flickered mischievously, a stark contrast to the weight of the situation.

Beside him, his brother, Epimetheus stood silently, his gaze more hesitant, but his stance unwavering.

Zeus and Poseidon halted in their tracks, turning to them.

Prometheus stretched his arms out in mock exasperation. "Oh, so cool. Look at you two, all fired up for battle. You’d think you’d at least give me a chance to have some fun first."

Poseidon huffed. "Prometheus. This isn’t the time for your jokes."

Prometheus chuckled, unfazed. "It’s always time for my jokes. That’s what makes me, me."

Zeus narrowed his eyes. "Then why are you here? Go take your jokes elsewhere, you sly loach."

Prometheus’ grin widened. He jabbed a thumb toward Atlas. "I’ll handle the big guy over there. You two go on ahead. You’ve got bigger fish to fry—namely, our dear old king."

Poseidon hesitated for a moment, glancing at Atlas, whose golden eyes remained locked on Prometheus.

But Zeus, without any hesitation, simply nodded.

"Understood. Don’t die."

Prometheus placed a hand over his heart, mockingly touched. "Aw, look at you, all worried about me."

Zeus and Poseidon wasted no more time. In a flash of light, they shot forward, leaping past the burning wall and continuing their march up the stairway to Cronus.

As soon as they left, Prometheus turned his full attention to Atlas.

"So," he greeted, rocking back on his heels. "Been a while, hasn’t it, dear brother?"

Atlas remained seated, his colossal club still stabbed into the ground beside him. His gaze did not waver.

"Prometheus." His voice was deep, steady, like a mountain speaking. "You traitor."

The flames around them died down, but the air remained thick with tension.

"I will give some chance, leave. Or I will be force to end you." Atlas stated.

Prometheus laughed. "Oh? And miss out on this? Come on, Atlas, I can’t let you go around messing with the natural order. You know how I feel about that."

Atlas exhaled through his nose.

"The natural order?" His fingers tightened around his club. "You know better than anyone that there is no natural order. Only power."

Prometheus shrugged. "Exactly. And right now, the Olympians are the ones with power. So, here I am. Keeping things balanced."

Atlas’ eyes narrowed. "You can’t defeat me."

Prometheus gave a mock bow. "Oh, believe me, I know."

"Then why appear before me!?" The ground trembled beneath his foot, his towering form casting an overwhelming shadow over Prometheus. "Are you mocking me!?"

Prometheus grinned, rolling his shoulders. "Of course not, oh brother of mine. It’s just that, I don’t have to beat you."

Epimetheus, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. "We only need to keep you busy."

Atlas tilted his head, then let out a low, amused snort.

"Keep me busy? Are you two qualified?" he rumbled.

Prometheus cracked his knuckles. "Let’s see, why don’t we?"

Atlas laughed, before giving a nod.

"Then, let’s find out. You traitorous brother!"