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The spine that once supported the entire Olympian sky was completely severed at this moment.
"Everything... is entirely up to you."
Chapter 315 The Madman Li Zevheim
It's entirely up to you to decide.
When Zeus uttered those words, when he bent his once invincible back.
The whole world seemed to collapse along with his spine.
Zhou Ye looked at the scene before him with no particular expression on his face.
He simply withdrew his hand and stopped looking at the Greek god-king who had completely lost his spirit.
He turned around and walked back to Helena's side.
"Alright, the farce is over."
"The rest are your internal family matters."
"You can decide how to divide the cake and what the rules are."
"Just let me know when you've come to a conclusion."
He spoke casually.
But every single word determined the fate of all the pantheons present.
He wasn't discussing it.
He was issuing an ultimatum.
After saying that, he didn't even glance at the other god-kings again, and directly took Helena's hand.
"let's go."
"it is good."
Helena nodded obediently, letting him lead her.
Michael and the other angels of the biblical pantheon quickly followed.
Under the watchful eyes of all the gods, they passed through the crumbling barrier of order and their figures slowly disappeared from the spot.
People are gone.
But that terrifying deterrent, powerful enough to crush the entire world, remained.
For a long time.
……
at the same time.
The edge of the underworld, the deepest part.
Inside a hidden space enveloped by endless skeletons and solidified despair.
"Snapped!"
A wine glass carved from obsidian was smashed to the ground and shattered into dust.
Li Zevim's chest heaved violently, his handsome face contorted with extreme anger and fear.
Before him, a water mirror constructed from the power of the Holy Grail of the Underworld and his own magic faithfully played back everything that was happening at the Olympus Stadium.
From Typhon's betrayal to Tartarus' awakening, and then to Zhou Ye revealing his true form and casually annihilating everything.
Every single image is crystal clear.
"fraud!"
"He's a liar!"
Li Zevheim roared at the empty darkness.
"He was acting from the very beginning!"
"He knew everything all along!"
Euclid, standing behind him, was trembling like a leaf, his teeth chattering.
"Lord Rizevim..."
His throat was dry, and he could barely utter a complete syllable.
"We...we..."
“What are we?” Li Zevim whirled around, his crimson eyes fixed on him. “We are self-righteous clowns! We are dirty rags being used to clean up trash, held in someone’s hands!”
This realization was even more humiliating and despairing than if Zhou Ye had simply killed them.
They thought they were chess players.
What a brilliant scheme it was to think that he had successfully seized power from Hades and slipped away right under the nose of the Council of Gods.
Now I can see it clearly.
They were able to escape, not because they were smart.
It was because of Zhou Ye that they were allowed to run away.
That man needs a "dirty hand".
A dirty hand that could kill Hades without hesitation, release Tartarus, and completely muddy the waters of Olympus.
And they are the chosen, the most useful tool.
If it weren't for that idiot Nyx who went too far in the game and angered that man...
He's probably still in heaven right now, watching them, these "pawns," continue their ridiculous drama with great interest.
All their schemes and ambitions were nothing more than a pastime to pass the time in the eyes of that being.
"Why didn't he kill us?" Euclid finally asked the question that terrified him to the core. "If he could kill Tartarus, he could kill us... Why?"
"why?"
Li Zewim laughed bitterly, his laughter filled with self-mockery.
"Because we're not qualified."
"Understand?"
“In that man’s eyes, Tartarus, Nyx, and Typhon were all troublesome people that he needed to deal with personally.”
"And us?"
Li Zevheim pointed to himself, then to Euclid.
"We don't even deserve to be cleaned up by his own hands."
"He left us behind for Sazex and his men."
"It is a sacrifice reserved for the victors, to display their war achievements and to stabilize morale!"
These words completely shattered Euclid's last defenses.
His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
It’s over.
It's all over.
They schemed and betrayed everything, only to end up like this.
To become the dish at someone else's victory celebration.
"Do not……"
Euclid shook his head in despair.
"I don't want to die... Lord Li Zevm, we still have the Holy Grail! We still have a chance!"
"Chance?"
Li Zevim looked down at him, his rage slowly subsiding into a more dangerous calm.
"Yes, we still have a chance."
He paced slowly in this small space.
"Go back and beg for mercy? Do you think Sazex and Seraph will let us go? What we did is enough to warrant being torn to pieces."
"Hide? Do you think there's anywhere on this planet that man can't find?"
"The road has been blocked for a long time."
Li Zevim stopped in his tracks, his eyes gleaming with the light of a mad gambler.
"Since going forward means death, going backward means death, hiding means waiting to die too."
"Then why not just flip the table over completely?"
Euclid looked up abruptly, staring at him in bewilderment.
"Turning over the table?"
"Yes."
Li Zeweim's lips curled into a ferocious grin.
"We can't afford to play this game anymore."
"But some people can afford to play this game."
He walked to the Holy Grail of the Underworld, which was emanating an ominous purplish-black aura.
"Zhou Ye is very strong, so strong that it's unreasonable, so strong that it transcends the standards of this world."
"But he is, after all, a creature of this world."
"And what about outside the world?"
Euclid's breathing stopped.