Zeus smiled, that smile full of meaning: "No rush."
He looked toward Campe, his voice carrying gentle refusal: "Daughter of Pontus, would you be willing to chat with me alone?"
What other thoughts could Campe have? Being able to negotiate was good!
She had only submission left, hurriedly nodding repeatedly like a pecking chicken.
Zeus pulled her aside, waving his hand to conceal their forms and voices, creating an independent space as they quietly conversed.
After quite some time, suddenly a delicate rebuke came from the darkness, carrying resolution and tragic anger: "Enough! The God King granted me honor—I, Campe, will forever be loyal to the God King!"
"Nothing more needs to be said—I'll fight you to the death!" The beautiful demoness's voice was filled with tragic heroism facing death.
The concealment instantly dissipated. Campe's divine form returned to its massive ten-thousand-li size, the fifty fierce beast heads at her waist all roaring and snapping, her cold scorpion tail lashing as she clawed wildly like a completely maddened giant beast, attacking Zeus.
Poseidon was stunned momentarily, then his face filled with schadenfreude as he laughed mockingly: "Zeus, so there are actually gods your smooth words can't persuade! Haha! Seems your charm isn't invincible after all!"
He prepared to step forward with the brutality of rejection, "Let me handle such an ungrateful fool!"
Zeus also seemed angered, only snorting coldly: "I'll handle this myself!"
Watching Campe charge at him, he initially wanted to punch her to death directly, but looking at Campe's divine form, he really couldn't bring himself to strike.
Hit her face? What a pity. Hit her upper body? Even more of a pity.
As for her lower body with countless venomous snakes, Zeus didn't even want to touch it.
Finally, Zeus flashed behind Campe's neck and delivered a clean hand chop that broke her neck.
Campe's massive body instantly went limp, losing all vitality, but didn't completely dissipate.
Zeus's decisive action somewhat exceeded even Poseidon's expectations. Looking at the now-limp Campe, he secretly thought it a pity, though he said nothing, and this slight regret vanished in an instant.
Zeus removed the dark chains wrapped around her snake tail, then threw the massive divine form to Hades: "Hades, shroud her with darkness—don't let her divine consciousness and laws return to the world. Hand her over to Pontus later."
Hades nodded, his coldly handsome face showing no ripples as he summoned endless darkness with a wave, covering Campe's massive form like a tide, completely concealing it.
Melius was stunned. This development was too incredible, beyond his understanding, though he had no time to think further because the more important moment had arrived.
Zeus had already begun high and solemn chanting, sacred verses echoing in the darkness:
"All things silent, light and shadow withdrawn, in the lonely depths of the world's beginning, great Night Goddess—not mortal night, not feeble starlight, but primordial deep black, endless void, beside chaos, that first mysterious veil, eternal night, great primordial night—please accept my call and come help me."
Eternal Nyx quietly manifested from the darkness.
Her form was as profound and flawless as night itself, ultimate darkness entwining her perfect and abundant divine body.
A trace of night-dark gauze, visible yet invisible, seemingly present yet absent, shrouded her profound eyes, adding mystery and enchantment.
Her deep peripheral vision meaningfully glanced at Hades and Campe, who appeared thoroughly dead in the darkness.
Then she smiled and nodded respectfully to Zeus, her voice carrying endless tenderness: "Majestic master of all things, night heeds your call."
Zeus said gently: "Great Night, thank you for coming. I request your help. Please join with Hades to completely conceal this endless darkness beneath the world, letting no god know what transpires here until our purpose is achieved."
Profound and mysterious Nyx nodded again, her absolutely beautiful face wearing a gentle smile: "As you wish."
As her words fell, great night's authority began operating. The primordial great god's endless power began manifesting. Invisible and formless night began spreading silently through the abyss like the deepest ink, shrouding all visible and invisible existence, concealing all sight.
Hades also wielded the gloom authority he controlled, void darkness boiling under his command.
Darkness had been too long without its true master—now it rejoiced at Hades's power.
Night merged silently and without ripples with the rolling endless darkness, adding another layer of absolute insurance to this abyss that already concealed everything.
The darkness and night of the underground world had now become a complete black hole, covering everything within, leaking not the slightest fluctuation.
Seeing this, Zeus issued a mighty rebuke, his voice echoing through endless darkness with incomparably majestic divine might.
He displayed his incomparably majestic Olympian God King form—his massive and dignified figure radiated god-inspiring sacred radiance even in darkness.
Campe's form stretching ten thousand li seemed as tiny as dust before Zeus's majestic God King body.
He gripped tightly the dark chain anchor point, raising his hand in a simple motion containing world-creating might, instantly shattering the void space where the anchor point existed.
Then, pulling that unbreakable chain anchor point, he stirred and dredged in the endless void sea, dragging the giants' forms.
In Tartarus, this purely void concept, even spatial concepts didn't exist—everything was chaos and emptiness.
Even with anchor point connection, "pulling" them back from that profound void was extremely laborious.
At least no strange things came to disturb him—mainly because nothing could survive in Tartarus.
Even ordinary great gods, without anchor points as coordinates, would only face annihilation, completely devoured by Tartarus and ultimately returning to void with no other possibility.
Tartarus couldn't immediately consume and dissolve great gods, but without anchor points as coordinates and energy support, they could only be gradually worn down to termination.
Escape was absolutely impossible because Tartarus lacked even spatial concepts—nowhere to flee, no path to flee, no way to flee.
Unless one possessed supreme power capable of shattering truly pure chaos.
Clearly, though the six giants were extremely formidable, they couldn't accomplish this.
Zeus relied on darkness, pulling anchor points to dredge in endless void for a very long time before successively rescuing the giants from the endless abyss.
The giants who had just regained "light" reacted very slowly.
Their consciousness had been devastated too cruelly in endless consumption and torment, nearly completely collapsed.
Suddenly seeing "reality and existence"—even though this real world contained only darkness and night—they still felt it unreal.
They even suspected they were still trapped in self-numbing illusions, not daring to believe everything before them.
As for Zeus, Hades, and the others, in the giants' nearly numb perception, they appeared too "small"—the nearly collapsed giants couldn't sense their existence at all.
Until Zeus flew before them and delivered two solid punches, harshly awakening them.
Intense pain was now a luxury of real sensation for these torment-endured giants.
Only then did their nearly extinguished divine consciousness truly revive, gradually awakening from endless lonely sinking.
With revived divinity, their chaotic divine consciousness finally discovered everything was real!
They had truly returned from that endless void!
Finally saved from endless sinking torment!
This second time cast into Tartarus had lasted far longer than the first.
Endless ages, so long they had nearly completely sunk and collapsed, nearly losing all self!
They embraced each other, massive bodies trembling with mad joy, shouting wildly, voices echoing in darkness. They even embraced the ethereal darkness and night—everything real made them ecstatically happy!
All giants were now nearly mad, immersed in tremendous joy of regained freedom, unable even to notice Zeus before them and his companions, completely forgetting even their recent beating.
The wildly dancing giants even stirred up endless darkness and night, power surging, the entire underground world violently shaking as if about to collapse.
Without Lady Night and Hades doing everything possible to conceal it, such commotion would certainly attract God King Kronos's attention.
Zeus didn't disturb them—they indeed needed to vent thoroughly, releasing endless ages of pain and repression.
The six giants were truly too formidable. Their power exploded uncontrollably in madness. Zeus and the others temporarily kept their distance to avoid being affected by their violent, frenzied power.
As for Melius, without Zeus constantly protecting him, he would have been completely destroyed by the giants' unintentionally explosive power.
Poseidon nearby was still shocked by the giants' unimaginably massive and formidable nature.
Hearing wasn't like seeing—no matter how much he'd heard about the giants' size and might, reality exceeded his imagination.
Zeus's God King form was already infinitely magnificent. The three Cyclops were acceptable, but those three Hecatoncheires were actually even more massive than Zeus's divine form!
No wonder each could match Primordial Titans. No wonder they possessed power that made gods fearful.
Even with his usual arrogance, he had to admit any single giant was definitely not weaker than him.
Poseidon's arrogant face was now filled with amazement and disbelief.
However, after the shock came the first genuine fear and terror of his divine existence.
(End of Chapter)
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