Chapter 120 Golden Scepter

'Yes, I know, Father God." At that time how to say it was still up to her, seven parts true and three parts false, Zeus who had lost his wisdom essence thought he couldn't tell the difference. 'Alright, you go ahead and get busy, I still have some things to do here." Zeus waved his hand and let Athena leave the God King's Hall. 'Yes." Athena brought along Nike, the Goddess of Victory, and left Zeus' palace. After Athena's figure disappeared on the divine mountain, the great king of the gods also hid his figure and quietly came to the earth, the pale and majestic Great Caucasus Mountain, the place where Prometheus the Prophet was imprisoned. Today's divine eagle had just pecked Prometheus's liver, and his waist still bore a hideous wound, speckled with blood, and the intense pain made the wise god unable to resist frowning, the years of torment had already tinted his originally youthful and handsome features with a few moments of pallor and haggardness. 'You don't look as if you're doing well, son of Iapetus, the cunning Prometheus." Lightning flashed, and the majestic figure of Zeus, the king of the gods, appeared in front of Prometheus, taking a look at the god's current miserable state and smiling with satisfaction. '......" Prometheus looked up at Zeus and lowered his head again in silence, clearly not wanting to take him on. 'Wise Prometheus, why are you doing this, the generation of humans you created has long since been destroyed, and the only reason you had for being an enemy of me has also disappeared. Look at the current generation of humans I have created, short-lived, weak, and not very intelligent, the only ones that are best manipulated, the ones that don't have thoughts they shouldn't have, the ones that are in constant awe of the gods, the ones that provide us with a constant stream of faith." Zeus lifted Prometheus' chin and forced him to meet his eyes, 'Cooperate with me Prometheus, tell me the way to break the curse, and for your former offense I can overlook it and restore your freedom." 'Having lost the wisdom of Metis, I didn't realize you weren't a fool yourself, no longer obsessing over who the Son of Prophecy really is, instead you seek a way to break the curse from me, King of the Gods." The corner of Prometheus' mouth curled up into a mocking smile, his dark green eyes looking faintly at Zeus, his demeanor bland and fearless. Zeus's hand tightened violently, the force almost crushing Prometheus's jaw, but looking at the other party's painfully furrowed brow but always calm eyes, Zeus suddenly loosened his hand again. 'Prometheus, I give you the opportunity you don't know how to cherish it, let me show you something good." Divine light surged in the hands of the king of the gods, in the dimly lit underworld, before the abyss where the Titan gods were imprisoned, a bronze gate loomed, and three hundred-armed giants of gigantic stature were guarding before that gate, the three outstanding children of Gaia, the mother of the earth. Once the hundred-armed giants had sworn allegiance to Zeus for releasing them from the confinement of their heavenly father, Uranus, and they had helped Zeus achieve victory in the Battle of Titan, only for the king of the gods to utilize the power in his hands and once again beat them back into the abyss, beautifully guarding the imprisoned sinful gods. Although the hundred-armed giants were angry, but in front of the oath, they also no matter how unwilling they could only obey Zeus's order, and at this time in the middle of them, there was a tall god sleeping, that even in sleep, also still can't cover up a simple and stupid temperament. 'Epimetheus!" Prometheus opened his eyes wide, no wonder after the great flood, they no matter how to search for the figure of Epimetheus on the earth, the original was imprisoned by Zeus. Since childhood grew up together brother now fell into the hands of the other side, but also by the ferocious hundred-armed giants guarded, which makes the consistent calm wisdom god also can not help but anxious, he coldly stared at Zeus, 'what do you want?" 'It's simple, tell me the method to break the curse and I'll let him go, otherwise, as a God King, it's no simpler to knock a god into Tartarus." Zeus's gaze was sinister, this kind of thing he could indeed do. '......" Prometheus fell silent, his complexion revealing a slight struggle. Zeus look at a play, immediately in the heart of great joy, in order to get rid of the curse carried on the body, he is willing to use all means. In order to shake the prophet's mind, he intends to give each other another dose of medicine: 'I believe you already know, Hera and I divorced." '!!!" Prometheus snapped his head up to stare dead at Zeus, his dark green eyes that were always calm and collected flared with gusts of murderous intent. 'You're angry? But what can you do about it? That's right, I don't intend to give her up, she's my favorite queen of the gods, how could I possibly let her leave me, let me think, what am I going to change into this time? A peacock? Or a pomegranate tree? These are all Hera's favorites ......" 'Enough!" Prometheus interrupted Zeus with a furious shout, his eyes flashed up with streams of light, the divine power of the Prophet shone in his eyes, and all of a sudden, his pupils fluttered, and two lines of blood tears flowed from his eyes. Prometheus looked to Zeus in front of himself. 'King of the Gods, give up Hera and let my brother go, and you will get what you want." 'Hahaha, wouldn't it have been better if this had happened earlier, being negative won't do you a bit of good." The great king of the gods was excited beyond words inside at this moment. For thousands of years, the curse of Kronos had been like a sharp thorn stuck in his throat, making his heart jittery. At last, he was finally going to know the answer to gaining relief! 'Take the oath, Zeus, to the River Styx." Prometheus, whose eyes were streaming tears of blood, looked to Zeus and said slowly, as if he had regained his senses, his voice terrifyingly calm. 'That is of course, I, Zeus, king of the gods, swear by the Styx River that after Prometheus, the wise seer, gives me the answer I want, I will release Epsimertus who is near the abyss, and also, I will give up my right to enter into marriage with Hera, the goddess of marriage." The only role of Epsilomotus for Zeus was to threaten Prometheus, otherwise he wouldn't want the god of fools as a henchman for nothing. As for Hera, of course Zeus loved her, but the new law of marriage was very unfavorable to him, and Zeus, who regarded his authority as his life, had long ago decided not to step into the marriage hall. There is a word he did not lie Demeter, Hera will be his last god queen, after all, will only be his god king Zeus lover, Hera, naturally, can also be one of his lovers. So making these two oaths was simply painless for Zeus. After swearing an oath to the Styx River, Zeus then looked urgently at Prometheus and said, 'Come on, Prometheus! What exactly do I have to do to break the curse left by Kronos!" The deal having been struck, the seer bound on Mount Caucasus was silent for a few moments before he finally spoke slowly, 'Controller of Thunder, King of the Gods, the key to breaking the curse sent down by the supreme power lies precisely in the human being whom you have relegated to the dust." As he said this, Prometheus' dark green eyes sneered at Zeus. 'Over the years, there have been quite a few gods on the Divine Mountain who have broken through the Divine Power Rank, right? Those realms that need to be reached after thousands and thousands of years of tedious enlightenment of the Godhead, the gods have easily broken through in just a few decades, and the great King of the Gods should know the reason for that as well, right?" 'Faith!?" Zeus' eyes widened, the gods' knowledge of faith was still relatively shallow, they only knew that it was a more convenient and quicker breakthrough resource than world elemental power, but they hadn't thought that faith had other roles. Humans, Zeus did not think that the key to his game with the curse would be in the tiny humans. 'That's right, even though humans don't have a nearly eternal lifespan like the gods, great strength and physique, they are the beings I created based on the gods, there is no existence in this world that is closer to the gods than them, and as the will of the gods is able to influence the world, so can humans. The will of one human may be small, but ten, a hundred, a thousand, billions and billions of beliefs converge and can even pry heaven and earth apart!" Prometheus' eyes flashed with a hint of madness. 'They receive gifts from the gods, and with gratitude, they naturally hope that the gods guarding them will become even stronger, and under the weight of this wisp of conviction, the laws of the world are forced to drop affirmation on this will, which is the key to the gods being able to advance quickly." 'Zeus with his forward thinking, what do you think would be the result if the humans all shared the hope that the curse on you would be removed?" Prometheus's words were like a bolt of lightning that cut through the dark clouds in Zeus's heart and bloomed into a bright, bright future. The fog in front of his eyes seemed to be wiped away by an invisible force, he saw, he really saw the turnaround!