"Great God... Zeus!"
[dusa's eyes widened first.]
[Sothing from the root of her divinity rang like an alarm.]
[As if conveying hatred and anger.]
[The unforgiveness towards the Olympian Gods, the fear of the infinite power of the Olympian Gods.]
[However, facing dusa's gaze.]
[Zeus always focused his gaze on Moran.]
[The Primordial Mother Goddess seed completely unimportant to him.]
"—Therefore, to receive this grace.
You, kneel!"
[Zeus's gaze was extrely calm.]
[But the following situation was completely opposite to his attitude.]
[Rumble—!!]
[As if natural phenona were responding to him.]
[The invisible atmospheric pressure suddenly expanded a thousand tis, and everyone was subjected to a pressure comparable to a high mountain.]
"...Ugh!"
[dea and Atalanta imdiately lowered their stances.]
[The two won paled and braced themselves.]
[An invisible pressure that no one could see was being applied, and their knees were moving towards the ground.]
"Guh—!!"
Moran was the sa.
The bones all over his body were making cracking sounds, to the point where it wouldn't be strange if they broke at any mont.
"This... pressure...!"
"...My loyalty will only be given to my Emperor... How could I, how could I... to a foreign god who is subjugating us... Guah—!!"
"The Great God's pressure... is so...!"
[The Pelasgian soldiers on the battlefield all knelt down.]
[Even if they had wills of steel.]
[In the face of the Great God's power, it was all in vain. Absolute divine authority is the embodint of omnipotence.]
[Finally, even dea and Atalanta couldn't withstand it.]
[The two of them could only kneel before Zeus.]
[What was even more despairing was that dusa couldn't intervene to resist Zeus's oppressive authority.]
[dusa could only support the suppressed people.]
[Moran was the only one left standing.]
[Seemingly noticing the problem of the excessive ti required, a hint of displeasure appeared in Zeus's eyes.]
"Kneel!"
[Zeus shouted again.]
[This was not the so-called divine pressure.]
[But a more crude and barbaric machine god authority.]
"Damn it... you great god... people say you're tolerant... but in these strange places... you're particularly petty...!"
[Your body was bent into a bow shape.]
[Even at this point, you were still resisting.]
[As the King of the Pelasgians.]
[You had thousands upon thousands of people watching behind you.]
[You understood that if even you knelt before Zeus, then the words of defiance against the gods from the beginning would beco empty talk.]
[You could kneel to anyone, but not to Him.]
Seeing Moran's knees about to touch the ground, his dark purple eyes flashed with light.
The action of kneeling imdiately stopped.
"...Heh, I see."
Zeus's originally dissatisfied expression lted away.
As if he had seen so wonderful scenery.
The pressure imdiately dissipated from everyone's bodies.
Looking at Moran again, he was still maintaining a bent-over posture.
"You old bastard! What? Not going to continue?"
Moran cursed without any politeness.
His knees had already turned into hard stone.
Since he couldn't resist the Great God's pressure.
Then, he would make it so that he couldn't kneel.
This was the answer Moran gave.
"Hmph, just a trivial trick. If I really wanted you to kneel, I could have hundreds or thousands of ways..."
[Zeus's words were not false.]
[This pressure belonged to the gravity authority of the divine artifact, the Crown of Cronus, whose heavy ion bombardnt was an unbearable poison to humans.]
[It was not shaful to kneel before it.]
"However, should this be said to be the work of fate? I can see that your wives are shrouded in the colors of my fathers, the Titans. They are all comrades who were once eliminated by . Is this not a kind of fate?"
Zeus's gaze turned to the two won.
[The Titan Fleet once operated in Greece.]
[Even now, Greece still has traces of them left behind.]
[dea's teacher was Hecate, and Atalanta's ancestor was that Oceanus.]
[Both of these were Titans.]
[The Titan Fleet was destroyed by Olympus long ago.]
[The Titan gods who now live throughout Greece have lost their bodies and have beco conceptual gods weaker than machine gods. As fathers, they endure humiliation and survive under the rule of Olympus.]
"However, what attracts my attention the most is you. The King of the Pelasgians, the hero who defeated my Olympian people. The Omnipotent God Zeus asks, why are you unwilling to submit to us?"
"What else could it be! It's still that sentence: my people will have no future under the rule of you Greek machine gods. We are not lambs raised in a greenhouse! Therefore, in order to obtain happiness, we will of course choose to defy you and raise the banner of rebellion!"
Moran released the petrification on his knees.
He straightened his back again and looked directly into Zeus's eyes.
Just like when he answered Hephaestus, he conveyed the reason for his resistance to this omnipotent god.
The others wanted to stand up from the ground.
"Ha—hahaha, hahahaha! You are rebelling against us with this tenacious heart? It makes want to praise you. It is very much in line with the human style. However, how can you assert that humans have no future? Such a statent is nothing but nonsense."
Zeus's laughter caused tremors.
Once again, he made the people who wanted to stand up kneel down.
The aftershocks of just talking and laughing had such terrifying power, and even he himself didn't realize this.
"I know about your conversation with Hephaestus. In the Age of Gods, when our divine authority reigns supre, the gods guide everything, and the gods decide everything.
Humans do not need to explore the light of ignorant darkness. Because you will always live with different wishes and troubles. Such bodies are so small and fragile—
Tell , King of the Pelasgians, Ancestor of All Demons, human hero nad Moran! How do you want , the Omnipotent God Zeus, to be convinced by your words!"
Zeus's shout was like the descent of thunder.
Rain-like lightning bolts fell from the sky one after another.
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