CHAPTER 405: CHAPTER 397 IS THIS CALLED GOD’S BATTLE?_2

At a glance, he locked his eyes on the enchanting Hera, the Divine Queen, and with a big hand, he grabbed Hera’s skirt. Hera let out a sharp scream as lightning flashed from her hand and struck Perpilyon’s chest—but it was completely useless.

The other giants, seeing their leader had already climbed the Divine Mountain, began howling loudly and desperately scaling upward. The pressure on All Gods increased immediately. Zeus, though he loved betraying others, definitely didn’t like the idea of being betrayed himself—especially not while performing publicly before All Gods.

The lightning in his hand erupted into dazzling white light, instantly electrocuting the three giants in front of him into charred corpses that fell to the ground. Yet in just moments, the giants absorbed the strength of the earth and revived once more.

He hurriedly threw another bolt of lightning in Perpilyon’s direction to stop his further actions and roared, "My most valiant son, Hercules, what are you waiting for? Now is the perfect moment for you to shine!"

Nezha curled his lips, muttering under his breath, "Ha, trying to act like Laozi’s Laozi, huh? I’ll show you real filial respect soon enough."

Though he couldn’t stand idly by while Hera was truly humiliated in front of him—she’d at least once fed him a meal. Channeling his own vital energy and blood power, dark red light radiated from his body and intertwined around him.

With a leap, he landed atop Mount Olympus. Perpilyon, who had been struck down by Zeus, had already recovered, and now reached out again to tear off another large section of Hera’s gown. Hera, the Queen of Heaven, finally showed fear in her eyes—not because she lacked combat ability, but rather because she stood powerless against a giant who was stronger than her and impossible to kill.

The vile hand was just about to press into her softness, and the dignity of the Divine Queen was on the verge of completely shattering—when a slender hand suddenly gripped the giant’s filthy wrist tightly.

"My used bowl is off-limits to you. Even if it’s old, it’s still off-limits!"

Nezha grabbed Perpilyon’s wrist, executed an over-the-shoulder throw, and smashed beautiful tiles into fragments. Then, with one swift kick, he sent his foot flying straight at the giant’s groin.

With a sudden "poof," something seemed to burst apart completely. Amidst a mixture of blood traces streaking violently across the ground and shrill screams of agony, Perpilyon shot off Mount Olympus in the blink of an eye, disappearing without a trace.

As for where he flew to? Nezha didn’t know either.

The male gods present instinctively clamped their pant legs tightly at the sight of that kick, their knees trembling. If they were to take a hit like that—sure, the injuries might heal after the battle—but could the psychological trauma ever be repaired? Could... certain "things" still serve their purpose?

Nezha smiled at Hera, "Long time no see, Divine Queen Wet Nurse."

Hera, thoroughly rattled by the ordeal, could no longer maintain her queenly poise and stared blankly at Hercules, muttering, "Hera... Hercules..."

Nezha pulled out a piece of cowhide garment and handed it to Hera for her to cover herself, then turned around and decided to end this farcical scene.

Inside the Olympic Temple, a group of gods who usually spent their days singing and dancing roared in unison upon seeing Hercules demonstrate such might, "Hercules!"

"Hercules!"

"Hercules!"

The other gods immediately felt their morale surge. Breaking the fate decreed by divine prophecy, All Gods began to fight back fiercely.

Nezha pulled out his Fangtian Halberd, itching to strike Zeus on the spot, but ultimately chose to thrust it into a giant with a snake-tail torso. "You little thing dare to cosplay as my teacher?"

With a single thrust of the spear piercing straight through the giant’s chest, Nezha twisted it sharply, shredding its innards into irreparable messes. The death was utterly gruesome. The other gods also unleashed their Divine Skills—one little brat had switched to an assassin class and started sneaky tactics, Poseidon wielded mountain-sized rocks to crush his enemies.

Even more absurdly, Athena had swapped to a Beast Master class, releasing snakes to bite people, while several grim-faced women wielded iron rolling pins to smash giants’ skulls.

An injured lame man frantically lashed out with searing hot branding irons on all sides, leaving one uncertain if he was there to battle or interrogate. Meanwhile, a dignified-looking woman swung a torch recklessly at foes, though a boy armed with just a wooden staff and started whacking seemed to be the most normal one of them all.

Nezha couldn’t help but marvel at the diversity of gods.

These giants didn’t have exceptional Martial Skill but relied solely on their strength and durability. Yet against Nezha’s overwhelming power, their resilience proved meaningless—they were nothing more than super-soldiers in his eyes.

After slaughtering four or five of them, solidifying victory, Nezha ceased his killing spree.

Those gods who loved fighting had already rushed off to chase the retreating giants. Apollo, who originally wanted to join, was dragged back by Artemis. Thus, only Artemis’ sibling duo, Athena, Dionysus, Hera, and the unarmed Beauty Goddess Aphrodite remained atop Mount Olympus.

Artemis lowered her silver bow, smoothed her disheveled hair, and approached Nezha, saying, "Oh, my adorable little brother, you’re now the hero of all Olympus. Your strength has shocked All Gods. Would you care for some mooncakes?"

Athena, who had been silently observing Hercules, burned with jealousy upon witnessing this scene. "It was me who noticed him first! Meeting Hercules just now... (cough cough, getting off track...)"

The giant she had been fighting became the tragic victim as Athena shattered its skull with her shield and skinned it bare.

Nezha, staring at the blood-streaked hide Athena wielded, felt puzzled. "Are you seriously the Peace Goddess? Did you scare enemies into cowardice and then declare ’peace’ or something?"

"Artemis! Where’s your dignity as a goddess? There’s still a pile of post-battle matters that need tending to. Now isn’t the time for cozying up!"

Artemis, unfazed by Athena’s ire—it seemed friendly relations between them stemmed only from unaligned interests. Now, however, things were different.

"Athena, you’re supposed to be a Wisdom Goddess. How can a responsibility like this be entrusted to someone as barbaric as me, a mere hunting goddess?"

"Artemis!"

"Athena!"

Nezha stared at the two increasingly heated goddesses in bewilderment. "Uh... don’t think we three are all that close, right?"

The Beauty Goddess Aphrodite, who had been lying low during the war, now gazed lasciviously at Hercules. Initially curious about him, she grew even more interested upon seeing Athena and Artemis’ rivalry. "These two always act so high and mighty—finally found a man they like? Hah! If I snag him first, I can’t wait to see their petty little faces light up!"

Becoming increasingly ecstatic, Aphrodite approached Nezha, grabbed his arm, and pressed it deeply into her lush charms.

Batting her lashes flirtatiously at Nezha, she purred, "Ah, dear sisters, Hercules has just won this brutal war and needs rest. You two are only bickering here; I’m different, though—I truly know how to care for men, especially strong ones."

Athena and Artemis, despite their disdain for Aphrodite’s promiscuity, couldn’t deny her exotic allure to men.

However, Nezha himself had zero interest in catching someone else’s so-called "bus service"—perhaps only briefly sitting for the feeling. But Athena and Artemis interpreted his hesitation as a sign that the Beauty Goddess might be leading him astray.

Both goddesses stopped quarrelling and shouted in unison, "Get away from him!"

With that, each grabbed Nezha from a side, practically sandwiching him tightly.

Far from being upset by their treatment, Aphrodite’s sparkling pink eyes brimmed with excitement. "The more you care, the more thrilled I’ll feel when I succeed in using him!"

Nezha easily discerned Aphrodite’s agenda. "Boy’s self-defense protocols engaged! Out in the world, always protect yourself!"

"The sheer number of perverts in this world... All Zeus’s fault!"

Hera, observing Hercules surrounded by three rival goddesses, felt an unutterable mix of emotions. The infant she had once nursed had now truly grown to become her glory.

But couched amidst her efforts to torment, humiliate, and kill him in the past—those cold-hearted decisions born of jealousy and obsession—her newfound kindness and regret now rebounded upon her, consuming her with agony.

What moved Hera most hadn’t been Hercules’ act of stepping in to save her amidst crisis, but rather the simple words he uttered with a youthful smile: "Long time no see."