Poseidon explained the advantages and disadvantages of revealing his weaknesses, then extended an olive branch.
"So, during these three hundred years, if you agree to serve and allow to ascend to the throne of the Divine King and take control of all Olympus, then I can clear the stigma you once bore, grant you this ocean, and give you the paradise to live and the power to walk in the sunlight!"
The tal Core was silent for a long ti, as if it were deep in thought, before eventually emitting a sound in response.
"Agreent accepted. I hope you will keep your promise..."
"Of course!"
Poseidon nodded happily, waiting for his newly recruited subordinates to fall into his hands.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
The tal Core [Chaos] vibrated with a buzzing sound, and the sky full of starlight transford into three beams of light, pouring into three chanical divine bodies displayed in the corridor.
Monts later, three tallic giants, each a hundred ters tall, turned into pools of rcury-like liquid, and under the activation of runes sketched out human contours and faces, representing two males and one female.
The males stood on either side, one with blue hair and red eyes, dressed in Golden Armor, having brown skin and explosive muscles, handso in appearance and fierce in aura, like an unsheathed sabre; the other with red hair and golden eyes, powerfully built arms, and an ancient look, radiating a hot aura;
The female in the center also had red hair and golden eyes, her features and figure embodying ultimate beauty, seemingly a pair with the similarly colored male.
Moreover, the three of them each had a pair of wings on their backs, as if ready to take flight.
"[chanical God · Ares], [chanical God · Hephaestus], [chanical God · Aphrodite], from now on follow the true god Poseidon's orders, enact his will, and seek the power for our survival!"
A solemn voice ca from the trembling tal Core, echoing through the Star Sea.
Instantly, the two n and one woman, imbued with divine aura, slowly opened their eyes, took steps forward, and knelt before the tal Core in the starlight.
"As you command, Father God!"
The Bronze Giant race viewed their own chanisms as divine authority, revered their most outstanding individuals as deities, established personalities for them, compiled myths, and gave them new aning to their existence.
Then, through battle, they collected and devoured the divinity of so weaker indigenous deities at the ti, continuously perfecting and evolving themselves, and thus the machines beca chanical Gods.
And their existence corresponded one by one to the mythology and characteristics of the Olympus deities.
[chanical God · Ares] possessed exceptional combat and destructive capabilities, designed for close-range annihilation;
[chanical God · Hephaestus] had the skill to shape tal, granting certain directional enhancents to the tal, designed for the craftsman forging model;
[chanical God · Aphrodite] was skilled in infiltration and disguise, designed for information intelligence attack models.
To facilitate their activities, they also once mimicked the gods' images to create similar intellectual entities for themselves.
Clearly, the two n and one woman before us were disguises they had woven for themselves.
Watching his three newly recruited subordinates, bearing the nas of false gods and kneeling before him, Poseidon's heart swelled with gratification, as if he had already ascended to the throne of the Divine King and was enjoying the worship of the Olympus gods.
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anwhile, in Olympus, Great Temple.
"Bang!"
Zeus, sitting on his throne, slamd his fist on the armrest, scolding his daughter who had humiliated him.
"You're good for nothing but trouble! Who told you to act on your own?!"
"I-I was just trying to defend your honor."
Eris shrank back, her face full of grievance.
Looking at the empty Great Temple and Eris's pitiful appearance, the Zeus who wanted to scold felt suddenly disheartened.
Almost everyone had left Olympus, and he had few subordinates he could use.
If he adopted a harsher approach, he might not even be able to retain the few subordinates he had left.
Eventually, Zeus suppressed his anger, and reluctantly waved his hand.
"It's done; let it be. Don't act impulsively without my command next ti. You're also badly hurt, go and rest well for a while."
"Yes, Father God!"
Seeing that she had luckily avoided punishnt, Eris was overjoyed, quickly agreeing and then hurriedly flapping her sowhat leaking wings, fleeing the Great Temple like escaping for her life.
Although she was very thankful that the Father God had offered her a helping hand at the crucial mont, the atmosphere around that Father God and in the temple was too oppressive.
If given a choice, it was best to slip away first.
Watching his subordinate, who he had gone to great lengths to pull out from under Athena's control, run away without a second thought just after being scolded, Zeus looked even more displeased.
In the future, he could hardly count on such a worthless being.
Forget it, he hadn't really planned on relying on this kind of material.
After a good deal of ntal adjustnt, Zeus managed to calm the furious beating of his heart. He rubbed his sowhat sore temples, and his Divine Staff tapped against the ground.
A beam of starlight fell from the sky into the Great Temple, transforming into a young man clad in Golden Armor, with purple short hair and golden eyes, exuding a solemn and heroic deanor.
As his consciousness returned, the young man raised his hand to his chest and half-kneeled towards the figure on the throne.
"Father God, what are your orders for summoning ?"
Observing the young man's humble deanor, Zeus nodded in satisfaction, his expression solemn.
"Perseus, although you have completed great deeds in the human world and returned to the Celestial Realm, your brother, your Blood Descendant — Hercules, is still lost in suffering, unaware of his mission. Therefore, I want you to be his ntor, to guide him on the path he should take, and to reassemble [the Glory of the Gods]!"
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