Chapter 316 Even if it takes one hand to hold up Olympus
The majestic sacred mountain is located in the sea of clouds. The giant god waved his hand and waved the sea of clouds away like smoke.
The true appearance of this sacred mountain was finally exposed to mortals for the first time.
The wall stands thousands of feet high, towering into the clouds, like a beam rising from the earth to the sky.
Every step taken by Atlas, who transformed into a Titan, made the people in the arena feel the tremors of the earth, and they reached out to hug the sacred mountain that towered above the sky and the earth.
The muscles as strong as mountains exploded inch by inch, not relying on any divine power or authority, but purely supported by the strength of the body itself.
The Titans who once ruled this world and were born from Gaia using herself as a template are also very different from the gods today.
The astonishing and perfect Titan body was the strongest proof in the era ruled by Uranus and Cronus.
Only a few of the children of the Twelve Titans inherited the divine body of the Titans.
Atlas is one of them. Unlike his compatriot Prometheus, he is a perfect Titan god with no gender distinction.
What this perfect body brings to him is the ultimate power, the power to lift the sky and carry it on his shoulders.
Folding his arms, Atlas exhaled an angry sound like wind and thunder from Atlas's mouth, and suddenly exerted force.
With His exertion, this majestic sacred mountain actually had a tendency to be shaken. Rocks rolled down, birds and animals were frightened, and trees swayed.
This mountain range is so majestic that it blocks out the sky and the sun. It seems as if it will collapse when it shakes, smashing the entire Altis at the foot of the mountain into powder.
Mortals were frightened by this, and even the demigods who had divine power and could tear tigers and leopards apart couldn't help but feel terrified when they saw this scene.
If this giant god misses and the sacred mountain collapses, won't they all turn into flesh and dust, with no bones left?
“Drink!”
Atlas held up the swaying mountain with his arms, forcefully pulling Mount Olympus up from the ground.
The giant god is like a cast of bronze and iron. The bulging muscles on his arms have green gold-like meridians flowing through them, showing unparalleled strength.
Even though the sacred mountain is majestic and weighs several times more than the entire sky, Atlas still trembles and slowly lifts it.
His feet kept sinking toward the ground due to the weight, and his arms slowly lifted the entire Mount Olympus.
Many gods marveled at the power of Atlas, which was purely physical power without the aid of any authority.
He actually lifted the dazzling sacred mountain, which symbolizes the authority of the gods, and tried to lift it above his head.
The arms that lifted up the sky are now slowly lifting the sacred mountain up, until it is accompanied by the last roar that suddenly erupts.
Atlas's voice broke through the sky, and amid the violent shaking, he lifted the entire Mount Olympus above his head.
The body that was originally half-kneeling on the ground struggled to stand up, and his rickety back gradually straightened.
Until the sun penetrates the sea of clouds, the peak of Olympus pierces the sky, and penetrates deep into the universe.
This towering giant god finally stood upright on the earth and lifted the sacred mountain.
“You are indeed a giant who has inherited the power of the Titans. This kind of divine power is really impressive.”
“Among the gods, no one can match you in terms of strength. Match.”
Even Zeus couldn't help but praise after seeing this.
"It's just a pity that he is just an ordinary little god after all."
In the astonished eyes of all the gods, Atlas's back, which had just straightened up, became Gradually it bent down.
The legs that were sunk deep into the ground were gradually trembling, and the whole person seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and would be unable to bear the weight of this 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 quickly! Put it down quickly!" What if Atlas fails to hold it steady and the entire Olympus collapses?
But the more I think about it, the more things develop in this direction.
The weight of the sacred mountain is such that even Atlas, who can carry the sky on his shoulders for many years, cannot bear the load.
The body, which was made of fine iron, was gradually crushed. Green-gold blood flowed down the shoulders, dripping into lakes on the ground.
Even so, Atlas still did not let go. He tried his best to put Olympus back to its original position, but the weight of the mountain far exceeded his load.
During the shaking, countless rocks rolled down the cliff, hitting the ground and the arena.
"Good fellow, are you so humble?"
Zeus lifted it up, and the rolling stone stopped in the air instantly, and people survived.
“Since you can’t hold it, let’s put it down.”
Overwhelmed, Atlas suddenly felt a lightness on his body. The heaviest sacred mountain in the world had been lifted up by another hand.
Zeus had lifted the sacred mountain with one hand. The weight that made the Titan miserable seemed as light as nothing in her hands.
There was no sign of using the authority of the God King. Zeus easily lifted the mountain simply by relying on his own unparalleled strength.
Compared with the heavy and tired look on Atlas's face, Zeus's light and calm expression seemed particularly relaxed.
“Your strength is indeed good, but it is only good.”
"You have tried your best, now go and rest."
Faced with Zeus's words, Atlas couldn't hide his surprise on his face, and then there was a trace of depression.
To be completely crushed and suppressed in the field that you are best at is really frustrating and satisfying.
There is a saying that everyone has their own things that they are good at. Kings are not necessarily more powerful than slaves, they are just good at governing.
But this common sense was completely broken in front of Zeus.
As long as she wants to, she can achieve perfection in anything in this world, making it impossible for any god to compare with her.
Because she is the Almighty God, this is a realm above the divinity of authority, and has long gone beyond the scope of the gods' understanding.
Atlas's Titan-like figure gradually shrank and returned to its original size.
It’s just that compared to the beginning, when he was as tall as a pine tree, his figure now looks a bit stooped.
Helios also wanted to comfort Him and say something else.
For example, as the king of gods, Zeus must have some abilities that they cannot discover or understand, so he can do this easily.
Although to some extent, she was right.
But Zeus's performance indeed far exceeded the cognition of the gods. Only a few, such as Themis, did not care about it.
Only gods who can get close to this position can understand the special nature of the position of God King.
Every god-king is an existence that far surpasses other gods, not to mention Zeus, a special existence that even surpasses the position of god-king.
Without waiting for the gods to wonder and speculate, Zeus spoke up again.
"Come on, all of you, come up and let me see how much weight the gods have?"
Come on, come on, stay up late every day.
(End of this chapter)