Darius Supreme

There was a loud bang as the round table was struck by Odin. 

"Preposterous! Insane! Rubbish!" 

His spittle flew as his face became red from anger. He couldn't believe what was being reported to them by Theseus, who was visibly severely injured. 

The other Gods also had put on ugly expressions. 

How long had it been since they had suffered a loss like this? Most couldn't even remember the last time they had been forced to consider measures to take to protect themselves? 

The very idea of it enraged them. 

Hel tapped the table and asked thoughtfully. "You identified them?" 

Theseus bowed to her and replied. "Partly. However, using a bit of subterfuge and deception, I was able to glean some secrets from the group while in captivity. Please allow me to share it with the Great Deities." 

Hel nodded and Theseus began speaking. "The ringleader is indeed a newly born Dragon who has the bloodline of the Dragon Ancestor, his heritage made him very arrogant and reckless. He believes his ancestor to be invincible, allowing him to do as he pleases." 

"He is aided by a violent Giant pretending to be a half-Giant that seeks revenge on us for sealing the Titans. There is also a wicked Elf with them who wants to steal the Divine Fire of the Gods, so that her race can use it to nurture those fake Concepts of theirs." 

Hearing this, many Gods nodded, though angered. This was reasonable and fit in with what they had gleaned for far. Theseus had just added more color to the painting, allowing them to see the full picture a bit clearer. 

"So, what was their purpose on Pokterr?" Zeus asked coldly. 

Theseus bowed to him and explained. "As far as I could tell, they were there to vanquish the Insects and lay claim to the continent in order to form their own territory." 

For once, the Gods were silenced, as this wasn't even on the list of possibilities in their mind. 

Hades was the first to break the silence as he asked calmly: "And? Did they succeed?" 

"Yes, My Lord. I personally watched them slaughter Insects of every stage, and I even saw the corpse of the injured one, leftover from the previous invasion, who had been protecting the final dredges of his race." 

The room was silent for a long period of time, with many eyes piercing into Theseus deeply, using various means to ascertain the truth of his statement. All they could find was that he was indeed not lying, meaning the Insect race had truly been vanquished. 

Then, one by one, as if choreographed, the Gods began laughing. 

From the lowest God up to the four Main Gods, all of them began expressing the most fundamental method of showing mirth known to sapient beings. 

It was a steady rumble that slowly climbed into an uproarious thundering. Poor Theseus just stood there, completely lost about what was going on. 

Eventually, the Gods calmed down as they grinned towards each other, with Odin smacking his belly as he spoke. "Hahaha, I can't believe it! Those bloody Insects have been dealt with! Pokterr is ours for the taking now!" 

Hel clenched her fist with excitement. "That continent holds many secrets, especially that strange energy source we sensed, as well as many relics of the old Polito Civilization." 

Hades smiled. "With it, Elysium can take one step further in power. With it, we can finally suppress Armadon enough to swallow up Houto and Pan as well!" 

Zeus crackled with lightning as his lips curled slightly. "It has been too long since we have been cooped up here, unable to claim our rightful place as rulers of the world!" 

Zeus turned to the dumbfounded Theseus. "You have done well this time, Theseus. Your intel has been crucial in giving us a clear view of the situation, enough that we can capitalize on it and expand." 

Theseus nodded slowly and bowed. "Then I shall take my leave, my Lords, so you may discuss." 

Theseus was about to leave when Zeus stopped him. "Wait. So Medea, Achilles, and Pyrrha are still held by this Dragon youngling?" 

"Yes, my Lord." Theseus answered demurely. 

"Hmm… we certainly don't want to fight the Dragon Ancestor as he is clearly a foreign element to this world with his level of power, and he might be protecting his descendant." Zeus revealed, which startled Theseus deep down. 

If they knew that, then why had they been laughing so happily, talking about claiming Pokterr as if it would be no problem? Were they ignoring everything Theseus had told them about the likely mechanical army that had defeated even Demi-Gods with ease? 

Zeus could see Theseus doubt and smiled. "You appear to think us hasty for claiming Pokterr as ours despite what you faced?" 

Theseus did not pretend with them, because he had never done so before and never would. The Gods knew him as a sharp-minded fellow and a very clever one to boot, making him one of their best tools, so they had indulged him often. 

Like now, Zeus simply smiled and explained. "It is true, we cannot defeat the Dragon Ancestor yet, and harming his fledgling too is dangerous, but the forces under them do not enjoy that protection." 

"Not to mention, we will be launching a war of reclamation, conquest, and justice. If we win, we'll have earned the right to claim Pokterr and can get rid of the fledgling without incurring the wrath of his ancestor." 

"No, it should be said that he wouldn't dare to act since everything was done properly." Zeus concluded with ease. 

Theseus understood what they were thinking and trying to achieve, and couldn't help but feel disdain deep down. Then again, they were acting like this based off the info he had provided them, which was not fair on them, so there was that. 

Theseus did not ask what the Gods would do if they lost. He was smart enough to know that if he dared, he would only share Hercules' fate. They would regard him as a potential danger, which would make them slowly ostracize him, which would be contrary to his mission. 

The Gods believed that they would always win and never lose, so he - as a Demi-God - had to believe the same from the bottom of his heart. Doubting the Gods in any way was the first step to disaster, and Theseus wouldn't make such a rookie mistake. 

Besides, everyone who was someone knew exactly what would happen to these Fake Lords of Faust once they lost to Darius.