Chapter 391 - 197: Apollo Retreats, The Battle of Karakura Town! (Part 1)

Chapter 391: Chapter 197: Apollo Retreats, The Battle of Karakura Town! (Part 1)

The air in Elysium seemed to have solidified into lead blocks, viscous and oppressive. The three Olympian chief gods—Apollo, Athena, and Hades—could not stop their divine bodies from trembling involuntarily, struck by a primal fear originating from the very depths of their souls.

The dark ages when the Titan Gods ruled the world were like a dusty nightmare suddenly uncovered.

Cronus’s domineering might as he swung his scythe to shatter stars, Hyperion’s blazing heat capable of incinerating even the sun, and those ruthless massacres and suppressions—scene after scene surged in their minds, making their faces turn deathly pale.

Their past victory was only achieved by a stroke of luck, when Zeus had used a divine potion that caused the Titan gods to collectively lose their divine power.

They never imagined that Alex actually possessed the ability to release the Titan Gods!

Athena and Hades could not help but cast their gazes toward Apollo. The meaning in their eyes was perfectly clear:

"Why did you provoke him?"

"Now that these guys are out, how are you going to clean up this mess?"

Feeling the two condemning gazes, Apollo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly and deliberately raised his voice in an angry shout, attempting to use his majesty to cover up his guilty conscience.

"Cronus, your era has long passed! Now that you have lost your immortal Titan bodies, you are nothing but cornered beasts putting up a desperate fight! Roll obediently back to the Abyss of Tartarus, and I might just spare your lives!"

"Heh, so after my foolish son Zeus... it’s you, an arrogant brat blind to the true order of the cosmos, holding power?"

Cronus’s gaze swept around, eventually locking onto Apollo, the God of Light, in his golden chariot.

Although his voice was not loud, it rang out like a death knell in the hearts of every Olympian god!

"Everything that was once stolen by you shall now be returned to me!"

"As for you saying you might spare my life?"

The corners of Cronus’s mouth curled into an icy arc.

"Perhaps, you should be the one begging me instead."

Before his words even finished falling, he slightly twisted his wrist.

The Angel closest to him did not even clearly see his movement. He only felt a flash of gray light before his eyes, and his body lost all sensation.

In the next second, this Angel who had awakened the Ninth Sense, along with the God Cloth on his body, weathered and disintegrated silently like a sand sculpture washed over by billions of years of time. They turned into the most primordial particle dust, dissipating into the air without even being able to let out a single scream.

A true instant kill!

An Angel who had awakened the Ninth Sense was as fragile as an ant before a freed ancient Titan God!

"Cronus!"

Apollo’s pupils violently contracted, his arrogance instantly replaced by horror.

He felt a fatal threat!

This group of Titans—who had been imprisoned for countless eras and had discarded their immortal Titan bodies only to become even more terrifying—had returned, carrying a bone-deep hatred for Olympus!

Alex had actually unsealed Tartarus and directed the disaster straight toward him!

"Retreat! Retreat to Olympus immediately!"

Without a shred of hesitation, Apollo practically roared his order.

The golden chariot erupted with an unprecedented light. The four Pegasi neighed and abruptly changed direction, preparing to tear through space and flee.

The other Angels were equally terrified. They transformed into streaks of light and followed closely behind, no longer caring in the slightest about capturing Alex.

"Trying to leave?"

Coeus let out a cold sneer. A beam of chaos divine light, containing the power of prophecy and confinement, pursued them.

"Hurry, let’s go!"

Athena made a prompt decision. The staff of the Goddess of Victory erupted with a golden divine light of protection, enveloping all the current Gold Saints and the five core Bronze Saints, purposely leaving only Alex behind.

With a flash of golden light, Athena took the current Saints and disappeared from the spot, escaping this battlefield that was about to devolve into purgatory.

"Hades... my good son."