Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest-Chapter 365: Tartarus Trembles

WOOSH

Noises of pierced winds blasted behind Adam.

Alarmed, he lunged forward. Rolling on Tartarus’ soil, he slammed his right palm down, jerking his body into a front flip. Arms blurring to his god slayer and hammer, his eyes darted to his previous location as he landed.

Yet, his frown deepened—still, no one. Worse, his sharp instincts were silent until the very last moment. And even then, he didn’t know if a blade, a spear, or a goddamn hammer almost shattered his skull.

’Illusions? I’m immune. Too fast? Can’t bypass my instincts. Invisibility?’ His eyes narrowed. ’Hades’ cap!’

How could he not remember it when it was a divine item in many games? According to the most common legends, Perseus escaped Medusa’s sisters with it. ’The wearer is invisible, his energy untraceable, and aura hidden. Troublesome.’

He clenched his jaw, glaring at his allies. "Hades is attacking us! Get Achilles and escape." Garduck locked eyes with him. But he didn’t care about his determination or loyalty right now. "I’ll catch up with you. Go!"

Before his voice faded, Cottus gripped Garduck and lunged into the still-swirling vortex. Briareus and Gyge took a second to nod before following, their steps heavy.

The ruler of the underworld was impossible to fight in his domain. Their only hope was to escape, and they believed Adam would follow them soon.

As they disappeared, Hades’ voice echoed again, mocking this time. "Free them? Is that all your ambitions amount to? How pitiful. Hahaha! Once over with you, I’ll drag those wretched things back in chains—right beside their brothers."

The wind moved again, and another attack aimed at Adam’s head flashed. However, this time, he was ready... and pissed.

He craned his neck at the last second, stepping to the left to face Hades’ supposed position. Dark plasma erupted from his god slayer as he chopped down, smirking. "That’s one of the three major Olympians? Pathetic."

However, a sudden rumble drowned his words as the ground rumbled under his feet. Caught off guard by the tremors, his strike veered and brushed air.

Instantly, he moved his hammer before him and stomped the ground to fix his balance.

CLANG

A deafening impact crashed against the hammer. He tried to endure the pressure, but it felt like a mountain pressing on him. Unable to, he skipped the second-best option since he would never step back and went for the third. After all, fighting against the current wasn’t always the best answer. Instead, he’d cleave it in halves!

Primordial chaotic essence roared in his veins as lusterless spatial blades condensed around him. With a predatory growl, he launched them forward.

A gasp instantly echoed, and the pressure vanished. He grinned, picking up a soft splash and a drop of golden blood dropping to the ground. Yet, he crouched low, frowning. ’Something’s wrong.’

He had ascended, true. But to wound Hades in his own realm this easily? Clearly, he didn’t remotely come close to Achilles’ melee skill, so why didn’t he bombard him with essence while invisible? freēwēbnovel.com

His eyes narrowed, many possibilities flashing in his mind, but only one thundering answer: he had to esc... leave, evolve and master his strength. Only then would he have a chance to kill Hades.

But... his pupils spiralled into chaotic pools as they darted to the chained Titans. ’I like this cap very much. Change of plans.’

Jerking his head back, he took a deep breath, then thundered. "Listen, Titans! Hades foolishly entered Tartarus weakened. The time for revenge has come."

Thousands of spatial blades tore at the thick golden chains tying the Titans.

CLANG

Links sliced in perfect halves before they rattled in a shrill cacophony. Colossal yet emaciated arms that had been immobilised for eons and would still be for eons to come snapped forward.

"No!" Hades clenched his jaw, his voice cracking. "You have no idea about the cosmic horrors you’ve released, you undeserving fool!"

A thunderous voice drowned his complaint, followed by three others.

"I’ve seen what you’ve done, mortal. Don’t think the great Titan of mortality and craftsmanship, Iapetus, will forgive you for killing my brother. You’re next, right after I annihilate Hades!" With a flick of his fingers, divine armor and weapons condensed from thin air, each piece as intricate as Hephaestus’ most renowned work.

A violent snicker echoed beside him as muscles as finely carved on skin as his armor cracked. "I’m free, FREE. But you’re right, father. Celebration calls for just retribution, and what’s better than to stomp this insolent brat who dared imprison us?" He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with rage. "The Titan of violent anger does not forget, does not forgive. You’ll all bow before Menoetius’ wrath!"

"Humph." The third Titan’s eyes narrowed right on Hades, making him shudder. "I can see you as clear as a flame burning in the darkness, nephew. Heed the words of the Titan of intellect and prophecy, Coeus: Your rule ends today!"

Light more blinding than the sun encased the last one as his voice reverberated. "Zeus played it dirty by turning those vile Hecatonchires and Cyclops against their little brothers. Without them, you’re merely drying meat under the midday sun—under Hyperion." He turned toward Adam, his voice growing darker. "And you, bastard, will not escape their fate, not after killing Cronus."

Hades trembled, but Adam followed Coeus’ gaze, smirking. ’It’s now or never!’

With Hades still processing the threat and his location revealed, he lunged. In an ashen blur, he crossed five meters in the blink of an eye, his hands snapping like vicious snakes to where he believed the ruler of the underworld’s head was.

His smirk widened—something solid and cold met his fingers. Without wasting a second, he pulled on it with all his strength as he continued to charge.

Flung off his feet, Hades gasped before his eyes narrowed. He couldn’t lose his cap. The Titans were trouble, too, but were weak. As long as he recovered, he would chain them back. Adam had to die first for his impudence, the chaos he created, and for the threat he could represent in the future.

Knuckles white, he hurled his weapon at Adam’s head, the ground quaking with the strike.