Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest-Chapter 456: The Fall of Olympus 3

Back in the main battle, Adam found himself facing Hera’s volcanic fury. The queen of the gods had watched her husband’s brothers dragged away by the Hecatoncheires, seen three of her fellow Olympians cut down like wheat, and her rage had reached a fever pitch.

"ENOUGH!" she shrieked, her form expanding into her true divine aspect—a being of pure authority and matrimonial power. Golden peacock feathers erupted from her form like razor-sharp projectiles while her eyes blazed with the fury of every scorned wife in history. "I am the Queen of Heaven! I will not be humiliated by some upstart godling!"

Golden chains erupted from the ground around Adam, each link inscribed with wedding vows and oaths of obedience. They sought to bind him in the same way they’d once held Prometheus for eternity, wrapping around his limbs with the weight of divine hierarchy itself. Marriage bonds, unbreakable vows, the sacred nature of matrimonial submission—all of it was woven into those chains that had never been broken by any force in creation.

They shattered like glass the moment they touched Adam’s chaotic aura.

"Oh, that’s precious," Adam laughed, his voice dripping with mockery as the golden fragments tinkled to the marble. "Chains of marriage? Really, Hera? Because yours worked so well with Zeus, didn’t they?" He gestured dismissively, conjuring a thousand static orbs that hovered around him like malevolent stars. "Tell me, how many bastards has your ’faithful’ husband sired this millennium? I’ve lost count after the first hundred."

Hera’s perfect features twisted with millennia of accumulated rage. "You dare—"

"Mock your pathetic excuse for a marriage? Absolutely." Adam’s static orbs crackled with scalding energy. "You spent eternity playing the loyal wife while Zeus rutted with anything that moved. Mortal women, nymphs, his own relatives—and you took it out on them instead of him. How deliciously spineless."

Hera shrieked, her divine peacock feathers transforming into a metallic hurricane. Each feather became a guided projectile, their eyes blazing with hypnotic power meant to entrance and bind. They moved with impossible speed, weaving through the air in patterns that would trap any foe in an inescapable web of divine authority.

Adam blinked out of existence.

He reappeared behind her as the feathers struck empty air, his god-slayer plasma blade already moving in a deadly arc. But Hera spun with queenly grace, her scepter meeting his strike in a shower of sparks.

"You think yourself clever?" she snarled, her scepter transforming into a whip of pure golden light. "I have endured Zeus’s infidelities for eons! I have survived every slight, every humiliation! What makes you think some chaos-touched whelp can—"

The scalding beams erupted from Adam’s static orbs without warning, hundreds of concentrated plasma lances converging on Hera’s position. She raised a shield of matrimonial bonds, but the beams cut through them like they were paper.

"Because," Adam said conversationally as she screamed, golden ichor already beginning to flow from dozens of burns, "you survived by accepting. I thrive by rejecting." His form shimmered with heat distortion as he absorbed the divine fire from her burning wounds, his plasma aura growing brighter. "You made yourself a victim. I made myself an avenger." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Hera’s eyes blazed with desperate fury as she unleashed her most potent authority. Waves of compulsion magic flooded outward—the irresistible command to kneel, to submit, to accept one’s place in the divine hierarchy. It was the power that had kept rebellious gods in line for eons, that had forced proud heroes to bow before Olympian authority.

Adam stood there, completely unaffected, and started laughing.

"Oh, this is rich. The goddess of marriage trying to make me kneel?" He conjured his war hammer, electricity crackling along its obsidian head. "Here’s a revolutionary concept, Your Majesty—some of us choose our own positions."

The hammer came down like a lightning bolt, smashing through Hera’s hastily raised guard. Electrical energy coursed through her divine form, making her scream as her perfect control shattered. She convulsed, golden sparks flying from her eyes and mouth.

"I... I was supposed to be eternal," she gasped, trying to maintain her queenly composure even as electricity ravaged her divine essence. "The Queen of Heaven cannot—"

"Die? Please." Adam’s plasma blade flickered, growing longer and brighter. "You died the first time you chose subservience over self-respect. I’m just making it official."

The blade pierced her heart, and as the last Queen of Olympus crumbled to golden dust, Adam shook his head in disgust. "Queens are made by the consent of their subjects. And your only subject was an unfaithful husband who never respected you anyway."

Hermes had been trying to escape since the battle began, his winged sandals carrying him at speeds that should have made him impossible to catch. The messenger god was practically a blur of motion, weaving between the marble columns as he sought any avenue of retreat.

"Sorry, cousin!" he called out, his voice Doppler-shifting as he zipped past. "Nothing personal, but I’ve got messages to deliver! Can’t die now—think of the postal delays!"

Hermes activated his ultimate velocity technique, moving so fast that he began to exist in multiple locations simultaneously. Time itself seemed to slow around him as he achieved speeds that approached the theoretical limits of divine physics.

Adam’s god slayer enchantments had been steadily building throughout the battle, and when he finally struck, it was with the speed of lightning itself—faster than even divine perception could follow.

He blinked directly into Hermes’ path, appearing in a flash of chaotic energy right where the messenger god would be in 0.3 seconds. His god-slayer blade was already in motion, positioned perfectly to intersect with Hermes’ trajectory.

"Special delivery," Adam said dryly.

The blade took Hermes’ head in a single, perfectly timed stroke. The messenger god’s body continued moving for several steps before momentum finally failed and he collapsed in a spray of golden ichor.

Adam looked down at the severed head, still wearing its expression of shocked surprise. "Message delivered. Return receipt: one dead god."

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