Incredible!
If Athena truly possessed the potential to become the fourth-generation ruler of the gods, Night was fully prepared to raise both hands in absolute support of her ascension, replacing that pervert Zeus once and for all.
Could any other high deity deliver a reinforcement of this caliber?
What was the point of a future king, a little Zeus without lightning, compared to this?
Ares was completely a thing of the past.
At this moment, let alone a single Ares, even if another version of the War God manifested alongside him, Night would dare to secure a solo kill.
This time, there would be no Apollo rushing in to save his skin.
"Athena! You have crossed the line!" a deep, majestic masculine voice boomed from the heavens at that exact moment.
Immediately after, the roaring thunder of a vast ocean rose across the flat ground as another massive titan composed of energy materialized over the battlefield.
It was the Sea God Poseidon.
His true body hadn't descended either, which meant that as long as the physical form didn't appear, this couldn't be classified as an open war among the gods, right?
The immortals played their semantic games with absolute fluency, and clearly, the status-conscious King of the Oceans could no longer sit still after witnessing his dependent being crushed so easily and miserably.
This was especially true after seeing Athena display such profound favoritism toward a single human hero.
In that single split second, Poseidon didn't even know whether he should be jealous of Griffith or jealous of Athena.
Failing to obtain what one desired always drove one to madness.
An aging god couldn't handle a provocation of this caliber, prompting him to personally enter the fray to stir up trouble.
The Poseidon of this world was every bit as shameless and fragile as the one found in the world of Kratos, entirely incapable of handling a loss.
A true sea god!
Looking at the energy titan of Poseidon, which stood two heads taller than Ares, it was obvious that the Sea God had divided a far greater and more potent share of his power for this manifestation.
This master of the oceans was no cheap knockoff like Ares; he was an intensely ambitious sovereign who had always coveted the throne of the King of the Gods.
Without formidable raw strength, how could he dare to scheme against Zeus's throne?
In certain mythological variations, Poseidon's pursuit of Athena was driven entirely by his recognition of her immense potential and strength.
To overthrow Zeus, he was willing to cast aside all shame to pursue his own niece.
Unfortunately for him, Athena harbored absolutely no interest in him.
"Do not fear, Griffith. I am with you," Goddess Athena whispered, her silhouette instantly vanishing the moment the blessing was complete.
Yet Night has a faint premonition that she was still right beside him, and might actually be clinging directly to his back.
No, surely not?
Thinking about the latter possibility, a scene that intimate didn't seem like something the dignified Goddess of Wisdom would ever pull off.
But this Athena was a bit unusual; considering her recent behavior and that line about the "love of Athena," it might actually be true.
"Then, Athena, lend me your strength!"
Night locked his fierce gaze onto the two massive energy titans, which stood over a hundred meters tall, towering over the landscape like fortress walls.
One was composed of oceanic elements, moving like fluid water, while the other was formed from chaotic crimson magic, bubbling like scalding magma.
"Let's give them a thorough thrashing!"
Seeing that Athena completely ignored his words and chose instead to indulge in an intimate exchange with the hero Griffith, Poseidon's fury intensified.
He actually took the initiative to strike, moving a step ahead of the War God Ares.
As he hoisted his hand, his eyes flashing with a brilliant divine light, an oceanic trident materialized in his grasp.
Immediately after, a terrifying tsunami surged from behind his form, sweeping toward Night with apocalyptic force.
An unavoidable strike?
Noting the sheer height of the tsunami, and looking at Briseis whom he was protecting behind him, Night came to a decision.
'In that case, I shall destroy it head-on!'
He put away the Arrow of Artemis. Since the obstacle was a tsunami, he would utilize sun fire to evaporate it entirely.
He funneled a vast reserve of true ether into the Sun Spear, completely activating the divine weapon's authority as he faced the incoming tidal wave.
A human appeared entirely minuscule before a cataclysm of that magnitude.
Briseis's face turned stark white at the sight, yet she chose to place her absolute trust in Night, her heart gripping with silent anxiety, as the man declared, "Witness the compassion of the Sun King! Helios, watch closely! Absolute annihilation lies within this single strike!"
Boom!
This was the spear of certain destruction, forged from gold lightning and fire born from the radiance of the sun.
After witnessing the grand sacrifice of the hero Griffith tearing away his own armor, Helios had bestowed this spear to help him complete his heroic path and witness the end of his courage, a weapon capable of thoroughly purging all filth from existence.
Accompanied by Night's final, resounding holy chant, the radiance blooming from the spear shaft seemed to sing in perfect resonance with his voice.
In the next instant, the scene looked exactly like a dreamscape many individuals had envisioned, the image of a hero reversing the tide of fate in a desperate corner.
Bang!
Night leaped high into the air, slowly hoisting the divine spear as his hair whipped wildly, silhouetted against the sun before he unleashed that strike of absolute annihilation.
The imagery of that single moment was so beautiful it could be classified as a masterpiece.
"Burn to absolute ash! Vasavi Shakti!"
Boom!
The atmosphere warped violently as the entire sky was dyed a brilliant crimson.
Much like a dawn breaking through the darkest night, a deep red sunrise materialized beneath the stars, and the divine spear descended as if the sun itself were crashing down.
Poseidon let out a roaring shriek of pure disbelief. "What?!"
That terrifying attack resembled the fall of a stellar mass, though it wasn't a literal star descending to earth.
Yet it remained a light cannon capable of easily obliterating a continent, an output on par with a high god fully releasing their authority, carrying an added piercing attribute that allowed the strike to genuinely threaten entities of the high god tier.
Athena's divine blessing provided Night with a surging, boundless reserve of true ether, granting him more than enough energy to release the weapon's full power.
It was a level of abundance that even the Sun God Helios himself had never experienced.
Of course, reaching this level of output was also linked to Night's current madness.
During the execution of this power, because his physical body found it highly difficult to withstand the instantaneous output of such a massive quantity of magic, large quantities of blood erupted across Night's skin.
Yet Athena's divine power and the energy of the red dragon continuously repaired his muscles and bones in a ceaseless cycle.
He ignored the damage completely, unleashing his primal instincts to their absolute limit and deactivating all safety constraints on his life density.
This was a transformative strike.
Though it brought immense agony, it was certain that his physical body would grow even more formidable under the muscle memory left by this output.
The maximum, ultimate output!
With the Goddess Athena acting as his safety net, he desired nothing more than to test the absolute limit of his current output, longing to catch a glimpse of that distant, higher scenery belonging to the realm of the truly powerful.
Night's lips curled into a manic smile, his eyes burning with a fanatical battle intent and fire.
His boiling blood raised his fighting spirit to its absolute zenith.
Boom!
Facing a strike that could be classified as an anti-god weapon, even Ares was swept into the blast zone.
The War God could only let out a furious bellow, manifesting a massive, burning broadsword that he swung with everything he had toward the descending sun-like light cannon, hoping to cleave it apart like cutting through a planet.
However, the moment the tsunami and the giant broadsword collided with the light cannon, a colossal mushroom cloud billowed into the sky.
Hot sand swept across the stratosphere, triggering a terrifying dust storm that left the entire world sounding as if it were wailing in pure agony.
The astonishing power of this single strike thoroughly cleared the heavens and the earth in a flash, leaving even the gods watching from above staring in absolute awe.
It was as if they had just witnessed something completely terrifying.
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(End of the Chapter)