Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 316 Even if I have to hold up Olympus with one hand
The majestic sacred mountain is located in the sea of ​​clouds. The giant god waved his hands and dispersed the sea of ​​clouds like smoke.

The true appearance of this sacred mountain was finally exposed to mortals for the first time.

The cliffs are thousands of feet high and tower into the clouds, like a pillar rising from the earth and reaching the sky.

Every step taken by Atlas, who had transformed into the Titan, made the people in the arena feel the earth tremble, and they reached out to embrace the towering sacred mountain.

The muscles as strong and sturdy as mountains exploded inch by inch, not relying on any divine power or authority, but purely supported by the strength of the flesh itself.

The Titans who once ruled the world and were created by Gaia using herself as a template were very different from the gods of today.

That amazing and perfect Titan body was the strongest proof in the era once ruled by Uranus and Kronos.

However, among the children of the twelve Titans, only a few inherited the Titan's divine body.

Atlas was one of them. Unlike his compatriot Prometheus, he was a perfect Titan with no gender distinction.

This perfect body brings Him ultimate power, enough to lift the sky and carry it on His shoulders.

With his arms clasped together, Atlas let out a roar as loud as thunder and suddenly exerted force.

As He exerted His strength, this majestic sacred mountain actually showed signs of being shaken. Rocks rolled down, birds and beasts were frightened, and trees were shaking.

The mountain range was so majestic that it blocked out the sky and the sun. It seemed as if it would collapse as it shook, crushing the entire Altis at the foot of the mountain into powder.

Mortals were terrified, and even demigods with divine powers who could tear tigers and leopards apart with their bare hands couldn't help but feel terrified when they saw this scene.

If this giant god fails and the sacred mountain collapses, won’t they all be turned into meat paste and dust, with no remains left?
"drink!"

Atlas propped up the shaking mountain with his arms and pulled Mount Olympus out of the ground.

The giant god was like a person cast in bronze and iron, with lapis lazuli veins flowing through the bulging muscles on his arms, revealing unparalleled strength.

Even though the sacred mountain was majestic and several times heavier than the entire sky, Atlas still lifted it up slowly and tremblingly.

His feet continued to sink into the ground due to the weight, and his arms slowly lifted up the entire Mount Olympus.

Many gods were amazed at Atlas's power, which was pure physical strength without any authority to assist.

He actually lifted up the dazzling sacred mountain, which symbolized the residence of the gods’ authority, and tried to lift it above his head.

The arms that held up the sky now slowly lifted up the sacred mountain, until it suddenly erupted with a final roar.

Atlas' voice broke through the clouds, and in the violent shaking, he lifted the entire Mount Olympus above his head.

The body that was originally half-kneeling on the ground stood up with difficulty, and the hunched back gradually straightened.

Until the sunlight penetrates the sea of ​​clouds and the peak of Mount Olympus pierces the sky and penetrates deep into the universe.

This towering giant finally stood tall above the earth and lifted up the sacred mountain.

"As expected of a giant who inherited the power of the Titans, this kind of divine power is truly amazing."

"Among all the gods, no one can rival you in strength."

Even Zeus couldn't help but praise after seeing this scene.

"It's just a pity that he is just an ordinary little god after all."

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Atlas' back, which had just straightened up, gradually bent down again.

His legs, which were sunk deep into the ground, began to tremble, and his whole body seemed to be on the verge of falling, and he might not be able to bear the weight of the sacred mountain at any time.

The lifted sacred mountain also began to shake, and panic instantly arose in the hearts of the gods.

"Put it down! Put it down!" What if Atlas failed to hold it firmly and the entire Mount Olympus collapsed?
But the more I think about it, the more things move in this direction.

The weight of the sacred mountain is so heavy that even Atlas, who could carry the sky on his shoulders for years, could not bear it.

The body that seemed to be made of fine iron was gradually crushed, and the cyan-gold blood flowed down from the shoulders and dripped onto the ground to form a lake.

Even so, Atlas still did not let go. He tried his best to put Mount Olympus back to its original place, but the weight of the mountain was far beyond his capacity.

As the shaking continued, countless rocks rolled down the cliff and crashed towards the ground and the arena.

"Good fellow, you are so weak in praise?"

Zeus lifted the stone upwards, and the stone stopped in mid-air instantly, saving the people from disaster.

"Since you can't hold it, let it go."

Atlas, who was overwhelmed by the weight, suddenly felt his body lighten. The heaviest mountain in the world had been lifted up by another hand.

Zeus lifted the sacred mountain with one hand. The weight that made the Titans miserable seemed as light as a feather in her hand.

There was no sign of using any authority as the King of Gods; Zeus easily lifted the sacred mountain relying solely on his own unparalleled strength.

Compared to Atlas's heavy and tired expression, Zeus looked calm and relaxed.

"Your strength is indeed good, but it's just good."

"You have done your best, now go and rest."

Faced with Zeus' words, Atlas could not hide his astonishment, followed by a look of dejection.

It is hard not to feel discouraged to be so completely crushed in the field that you are best at.

There is a saying that everyone has his own strengths. A king is not necessarily stronger than a slave, he is just good at ruling.

But this common sense was completely broken in front of Zeus.

As long as she wanted, she could do anything in this world perfectly, and no god could compare to her.

Because she is the Almighty God, this is a realm above the divinity of authority and has long surpassed the scope of understanding of the gods.

Atlas's Titan-like figure gradually shrank back to its original size.

However, compared to the beginning when he stood as straight as a pine tree, his figure now seemed a little hunched.

Helios wanted to comfort Him, to say something else.

For example, as the king of gods, Zeus must have some abilities that they could not discover or understand, so he could do this easily.

Although in a way, she was right.

But Zeus's performance was indeed far beyond the gods' cognition. Only a few, such as Themis, did not care about it.

The uniqueness of the position of God King can only be understood to some extent by gods who are close to this position.

Each of the Kings of Gods is a being far superior to other gods, not to mention Zeus, a special being who almost surpasses the position of King of Gods.

Before the gods could wonder or speculate, Zeus spoke again.

"Come on, all of you, come up, let me see how much weight the gods have."

　Come on, come on, every day I stay up late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)