CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Damn, how many weapons did you make for these nutjobs?” Hades asked as they made it to Hephaestus’s main chamber. “That hall must have been miles long,” he finished. “Yes, all of those weapons look fancy but they are just hunks of metal, all of their power is expended. I have been planning my escape for a long time so I needed a weapon for just such an occasion,” he said as he moved to the far side of the room to what looked like a molten metal version of a waterfall.
“Great, did you make anything new for me or do I need to use my old stuff?” Hades asked as the god reached into the falling metal. He pulled out something that was inspired by humanity more than the gods. Hades lifted an eyebrow. “So, this is your plan?” he asked as he saw Hephaestus pull out a minigun
