The divinely majestic goddess of righteous order, Themis, was forever so sacred and noble, dignified and holy, with golden hair and golden eyes that radiated warm radiance.
She was always dressed in white robes, pure and flawless, with an absolutely beautiful jade countenance, sacred and inviolable, with beautiful bright eyes, resilient and steadfast.
However, this goddess so beautiful and flawless also had very hard fists! Every god capable of defending order was an extremely formidable god.
Without formidable power, one cannot defend order.
At this moment, this sacred and noble goddess, upon hearing Iapetus's words, immediately scolded with dignity: "Enough, Iapetus, do you understand what sacred order is better than I do?"
The sacred goddess of justice unceremoniously scolded Iapetus: "Mother Goddess and the Lord of Radiance spoke correctly. This is not a matter of violating cosmic order. The sons of the God Queen and God King have not destroyed the order of the universe. This is merely the God King's family affair, and the gods should not interfere."
After beautiful Themis finished speaking, she also felt her tone was a bit harsh, softened slightly, and said to Kronos: "Your Majesty the God King, if anything truly violating righteous order occurs, I will certainly take action to punish it."
As soon as Themis finished speaking, she transformed into golden light and departed, leaving Iapetus speechless and unable to utter a single word.
Kronos now wore an expressionless face, his countenance covered with frost, completely silent.
Mnemosyne, the goddess of civilized memory, with her gentle and tender eyebrows, gloatingly raised them slightly, a meaningful smile hanging at the corner of her mouth.
She spoke softly: "Respected Your Majesty the God King, son of Uranus, I have no combat abilities whatsoever. Your family affairs are even less something I can participate in."
After speaking, she also turned and left without hesitation.
In this short while, the great gods in the temple had departed by seven or eight tenths.
Or rather, except for God King Kronos, only Iapetus and his children remained.
For a moment, the temple left only Iapetus standing there awkwardly. He was now even wondering whether he should also leave?
Whether he really should have heeded his wife Clymene's dissuasion?
But his deep-rooted loyalty to Kronos ultimately made him choose to stay.
Kronos's expression was no longer just unsightly; he now looked simply like a God King of frost, with a terrifyingly frightful demeanor.
He backhanded and smashed the God Queen's throne beside him to pieces, yet the rage in his heart could not be extinguished at all, but burned more fiercely, almost threatening to devour him once again.
He looked at the hesitant Iapetus, his heart startled, fearing that this only loyal one would also leave him.
He hastily said: "Iapetus, my dearest comrade-in-arms, do not believe their discouraging words. They have already betrayed the sacred oaths they once swore."
"They have forgotten why our honor exists. They fear the enemy, and they harbor unspeakable sinful thoughts in their hearts."
"They may forget, but we cannot forget. For our honor, we must unite as one and defeat these destroyers of order."
Iapetus nodded heavily. He still decided to believe in Kronos.
Just like countless times before, Kronos could always achieve ultimate victory.
The one who would ultimately possess all honor would only be Kronos.
He was the God King with the most courage and the most power.
At this time, Atlas, who had been slapped away by Gaia, finally returned.
He had not suffered any substantial harm, merely lost face. But being disciplined by Mother Goddess Gaia could not really be considered too shameful. He had long since returned to Mount Othrys, but he had not dared to directly enter the temple. Instead, he quietly watched many great gods leave from outside. Seeing that there seemed to be few gods left, he then cautiously entered the temple.
After entering the hall, he quickly scanned around, confirmed that Mother Goddess Gaia had also left, breathed a long sigh of relief, then strode forward with head held high.
"Your Majesty the God King, Father God, what happened?" Atlas asked loudly.
Kronos glanced at him, too lazy to speak, merely waved his hand.
Prometheus pulled Atlas aside and quietly told him about the course of events and everything that had happened in the temple.
After hearing this, Atlas immediately flew into a rage. His rough voice was high-pitched and resonant, shaking even the magnificent temple: "Cowardly gods! They have betrayed their sacred oaths and trampled upon sacred order!"
"Great Your Majesty the God King, there is no need to rely on these cowardly gods. With just us, it is already enough to completely destroy all the rebellious thieves!"
Prometheus, this prophet and prescient one, was responsible for the "literary talent" portion in the Iapetus family's combination of both literary and martial abilities.
However, his father and brother did not seem to think much of this "literary talent" ability. They were more obsessed with formidable power.
He was now secretly lamenting in his heart. Big brother's divine blood contained only rage, second brother's brain contained only recklessness.
Father God's brain contained even more only blind loyalty to the God King! If the God King were still that God King whom all gods admired, still that unmatched God King, then firmly following by the God King's side would absolutely be the most correct thing to do.
But now it was very obvious that the sons of Kronos were already far more like the dominators of the universe than Kronos himself.
All the gods had already turned away from the God King, going their separate ways, growing increasingly distant.
To continue dying loyalty to the God King—this was probably a dead end!
Prometheus looked at Father God and his elder brother, and gave up the idea of trying to persuade them.
Although he was the one responsible for strategy in the family's brave-and-wise series, his father and brother often did not want to listen to plans that differed from their opinions.
Watching the God King discuss with his father and brother how to wage war, knowing he could not stop it, Prometheus was anxious and distressed.
He knew clearly that he must find a way to win over formidable Primordial Titans as allies, otherwise only failure awaited.
He thought and thought, calculating constantly, and finally pessimistically discovered that there seemed to be no good way to pull the Titans into the war.
Oceanus and his wife need not be considered. They had already stopped pretending. Their support for Zeus was already plainly obvious. That they were not personally taking action now was already the greatest "mercy" and final restraint toward Kronos.
Hadn't they seen that the God King was so angry, yet in this summoning of the gods, he still dared not mention Oceanus's matter, as if there were no Ocean God in the world.
The Ocean God had openly supported the sons of Kronos!
There was also Crius, this cosmic framework, as well as the radiant Titan Hyperion and his beautiful wife Theia. They also could not possibly join. Their opinions of the God King could hardly be concealed anymore.
Look at what they said today—ten parts evasion contained seven or eight parts mockery.
The excuses they found made even gods unable to keep straight faces. What family affair?
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