Upon hearing Athena's words, the gods of Olympus awoke as if from a dream, scattering like monkeys when a tree falls. They quickly fled from Olympus in all directions. Apart from some mortal servant races who were unable to escape, the vast Olympus now only had Ares and Athena left.
At this point, Ares and Athena were too weary to continue their struggle. Seeing Typhon taking steps towards Olympus, seemingly preparing to climb it, Athena immediately descended to command the armies of mortal servant races responsible for guarding the gods. She ordered them to activate Olympus's defensive facilities. Meanwhile, Ares grabbed his sword and shield, leaped down from Olympus, and fiercely struck at the monstrous Typhon.
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Although Typhon was already attacking Olympus, Ares did not focus his main energy on Typhon, because on the other side, his Cadmus clone had already seen the God King Zeus, who had plummeted from the sky, his tendons severed by Typhon, leading to his crushing defeat.
Zeus clearly noticed the team led by Cadmus. Perhaps fearing that his current weakened state would lead to him being harmed by the humans he had always persecuted, he concealed his divine power and disguised himself as a paralyzed, wandering old man. When Ares approached, he saw Zeus curled up under the shade of a tree, looking very pitiful, which filled Ares with satisfaction.
However, although Zeus was like a tiger brought low, he had not truly reached the end of his rope. And Ares, considering himself not a canine, naturally would not bully him at this time. He feigned an unintentional glance, saw Zeus curled in the shadows, and then ordered his team to stop.
"Give me some dry food and water."
Ares turned his head and instructed his servants.
"Your Highness, our food and water are not plentiful," a subordinate advised, but Ares waved his hand firmly and told them, "I have embarked on this journey with the blessing of the gods, so on this journey, I should also follow the instructions of the gods and not ignore those in need of help. Just give me the dry food and water."
At Ares's request, the servants could only helplessly comply, taking out dry food and water and handing them to him. Ares then took these items, approached Zeus under the tree's shade, squatted down, and offered them to him, saying:
"Eat, old man. These things should help relieve your hunger and spiritual fatigue."
Zeus slowly raised his head, his disguised, lifeless eyes scrutinizing Ares, who squatted in front of him without a care, even deliberately revealing the War God-blessed aura of his human body.
Zeus clearly sensed this aura. He stared at the coiled snake staff and curved hook knife deliberately exposed at Ares's waist for a moment before accepting the items Ares offered, saying:
"Thank you, kind person. I never expected that in this era, there would still be someone willing to help a lonely old man like me."
"You're welcome," Ares said, feigning a devout expression. "This is all the will of the gods."
"Heh heh, well said. It seems our meeting is also the will of the gods," Zeus chuckled, but he did not eat the dry food and water. He tucked them into his embrace, then whispered:
"Young man, there is an opportunity to become a hero before you now. Do you want it?"
"Hmm?" Ares deliberately showed a strange and bewildered expression, looking at Zeus, not understanding his meaning.
"If you want to be a hero, then tonight, go to the slope of the mountain ahead."
Zeus smiled, and then a gentle breeze suddenly appeared around him:
"Farewell, kind young man."
As his voice faded, a violent gust of wind swept through, causing everyone present to instinctively shield their faces with their arms. Ares also pretended to be blinded by the strong wind and closed his eyes.
When people opened their eyes again, the old man under the tree's shade had vanished.
"What happened?" Seeing this, the servants asked somewhat fearfully, "Prince Cadmus, where is that old man?"
"It's nothing," Ares replied, turning his head to reassure his subordinates. "He just went home. Let's continue our journey."
At his call, the group continued their journey. After Ares left a small portion of his attention here, he transferred most of his energy back to Olympus.
While he was feigning civility with Zeus, his divine power clone was also fiercely fighting Typhon on Olympus. Of course, both Zeus and Poseidon had been defeated, and Ares had not expected to repel it with just a clone. Therefore, he merely stalled for time, using his agility to race his chariot through the clouds, dodging Typhon's snake-like hair while continuously firing with the Python bone bow, kiting from a distance.
Typhon wanted to climb Olympus at this time, so its two massive hands, capable of supporting the sky, were not extended to attack Ares. This significantly reduced Ares's pressure. However, Ares also had no way to harm Typhon. Every fiery arrow shot from his great bow now possessed power akin to an anti-fortress Noble Phantasm, but when they landed on Typhon's body or face, it was like tickling the giant monster, having no effect whatsoever.
While Ares was distracting Typhon, Athena also led the servant army remaining on Olympus, continuously harassing Typhon. She knew that even the main gods' attacks had no effect on Typhon, and the servant armies' falling rocks and flaming arrows would be treated as nothing. So, the Goddess of Wisdom changed her approach, leading the servant armies to run back and forth on Olympus, focusing their attacks on the protruding rocks that Typhon would use as footholds, specifically targeting the mountain body of Olympus.
Under the efforts of Ares and Athena, Typhon seemed to grow annoyed. It tried to climb Olympus several times but kept collapsing its footholds and falling back to the ground.
Therefore, it simply stood on the ground, directly extended its arms, and grabbed at Ares on his chariot.
Despite its immense size, Typhon's movements were incredibly agile and precise. Ares's chariot, compared to Typhon's size, was like a mosquito, yet the giant easily caught this "mosquito," gripping Ares and his chariot in its palm.
"Zeus's son, well done." After catching Ares, Typhon let out a terrifying laugh, then chuckled at the Goddess Athena on Olympus, "I'll let you off for today. Tomorrow morning, I'll come and conquer Olympus!"