Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Chapter 575: Defeat Again

"Ares, you have to understand that mortals are ignorant and cannot see too far. They are also blind and will only listen to what they want to believe."

“People who wander around the earth like ants never care about the truth, just as they never have the ability to distinguish what the truth is.”

"That's why they can't understand how powerful that cursed artifact is, and they can't understand how perfect that human's fit with the Styx is."

"Looking up at the sky from the bottom of a well, one can only see a corner of the sky; and in the understanding of mortals, a divine weapon should not be able to bridge the gap between them and the Lord God."

"After all, apart from that cursed sword, no other high-level artifact is powerful enough to allow a non-god to injure a main god on Mount Olympus, so those mortals naturally think that what they see is real."

"They think you lost. The God of War lost to a human in a duel. Your faith and my faith have been lost because of this... So Ares, no matter what, you must solve this trouble as soon as possible."

"If you can't solve it within half a year...then don't ever come to see me again!"

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Ares threw the last wine glass in his hand to the ground, and a sense of satisfaction from destruction surged in his heart as he watched the exquisite vessel, which a mortal craftsman might spend a year to make, break into pieces.

But this brief pleasure was only momentary. The half-drunk god of war thought about Aphrodite's previous ruthless rebuke, and all he felt was annoyance in his heart.

A human being who is most likely dead without a burial place is no longer alive. What can he do?

No matter what, a living person can never defeat a dead person...and that centaur, he actually dared to refuse his orders.

If Ares had not been afraid of the goddess of the magic net who was wandering outside the divine court, how could he have tolerated him until today.

"One last time, I'll give him one last chance."

"If he still dares to refuse me... then let the dead speak for me!"

Under the influence of alcohol, the God of War's last bit of patience was almost exhausted.

The solution he had come up with before was actually very simple. That was, since he couldn't defeat a dead person, he would make the 'dead person' become a 'living person' and take the initiative to select an opponent that he could definitely defeat.

You know, since Achilles is Chiron's student, he is naturally the one who knows that mortal best.

The real cause of Achilles' death was that he was cast down to the mortal world by the Lord of Darkness, and even his corpse flowed into Tartarus along with the water of the River Styx... Strictly speaking, no one can be sure that he is dead, and there is no legend circulating in the world that the Lord of Darkness took action.

Therefore, whether he is dead or not is actually entirely up to him.

In this way, as long as he can find another powerful hero, and then find a way to temporarily change the opponent's appearance, and finally have Chiron "identify" him personally, and finally kill him in public, everything can be saved, and all previous failures can be explained.

Anyway, it is not uncommon for gods to be deceived by humans due to carelessness or other reasons. Adding one more person like me would just be another joke.

Everything seemed perfect, at least Ares thought so. Mortals couldn't see the truth, so he would give them the truth.

Having made up his mind, the God of War immediately came to Olympia... However, what he didn't expect was that the Centaur actually rejected him.

Without the cooperation of the other party, Ares' plan would be difficult to succeed. Even if it succeeded, as long as Chiron stood up in the future and pointed out that the man was not Achilles, his actions would become a bigger joke again.

So the days passed one by one, the Centaur never gave in, and the patience of the God of War grew thinner.

Until today, under the influence of alcohol, he no longer wanted to endure it.

It would be better to kill Chiron, and have someone manipulate his corpse to challenge Achilles together, and then kill them both. If the goddess of the magic network wants revenge, let her do it!

In the temple, Ares swallowed the last sip of wine, strode out, and ordered the waiters around him to leave.

"Okay, all of you, get out of here!"

"Chiron, you are such an ungrateful fellow... Since you are determined to die, I will just grant your wish!"

There was a hint of cruelty in his eyes. Without the grace of the goddess of beauty, Ares's nature derived from his priesthood was gradually no longer suppressed.

Duels, mutinies, blood, brutality, unjust wars... The authority composed of all these fields was beating slightly in the embrace of divinity, and he had long wanted to find an opportunity to vent.

Achilles was just an unrepeatable accident. Now even a tiny centaur dared to ignore him because of Hecate's existence?

"This cannot be allowed..."

"--Um?"

The originally jumping priesthood moved slightly, Ares was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.

Turning around and looking outside the city, the God of War perceived that something seemed to be approaching him in that direction.

The vigorous energy and tenacious spirit are even enough to trigger the induction of the war priest. There is no doubt that he must be a powerful hero who is destined to look down on all enemies.

This feeling...even Perseus once did not give Ares such a strong feeling.

Under normal circumstances, upon seeing such a rare person, the God of War would most likely choose to send down an oracle, even at the cost of granting eternal life, to allow that human to join the embrace of his church and spread his name among the people.

Just now...

"…I can't help it. I can only say that you are unlucky."

"I was having a headache before, thinking about what kind of human to find to play the role of Achilles. After all, he has fought against other mortals, and others know how powerful he is."

"I never thought that even fate would be on my side today..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Ares laughed loudly and flew up, planning to go and come back quickly and capture the human before the people in the city noticed.

As for whether he could win - that was a joke. Without the power of the Styx and the assistance of divine weapons, Achilles would not be able to defeat him.

What's more, although this place is not Olympus, Olympia is close enough to the sacred mountain.

Although he did not have god-level power, Ares thought that he was much stronger than the top demigod in the world.

Not to mention that he was just a substitute, even if the other party was really Achilles himself, without the magic sword, he could only flee in panic relying on his indestructible body, let alone a human being who came out of nowhere.

One move, or at most three moves.

I can take him down in the blink of an eye.

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"Hercules, pay attention."

"It seems like a god has come from that city, and it looks like he has bad intentions."

Although he seemed to be alone, he actually brought Ander with him.

The moment the great hero got off the Star Shuttle, he rushed towards Olympia.

He didn't intend to cause trouble here, he just wanted to end the battle quickly and rescue the people.

But what he didn't expect was that when he was halfway through the journey, the puppet in his pocket suddenly reminded him.

"god?"

"Who is it? How can you be sure he has bad intentions?"

He spoke in a deep voice, and after Ander's reminder, Hercules immediately became alert.

But he didn't choose to believe everything, even though Ander was now his friend.

Everyone has his or her own stance, and this is true between evil gods and righteous gods.

Although many of the gods of Olympus disappointed him, there was never a shortage of kind and benevolent gods like Hestia.

Ender was not offended by being in the hero's pocket.

He just smiled and called out the other person's name.

"Hehe...If I'm not mistaken, that's Ares."

"Believe me, Hercules, you must have heard of his duties and stories... No matter how you look at it, this half-goddess is not someone who is easy to talk to."

No further explanation is needed, because at this moment, the ancient bronze chariot is galloping towards the horizon.

Four war horses named Aethon (burning), Cornabos (riot), Phlogios (flame), and Phoebus (terror) galloped and neighed in front of the chariot, with no intention of slowing down.

And sitting in the middle of the chariot, Ares held a spear in his hand and threw it at the hero with a loud laugh.

There was no communication. The God of War wanted to capture this sudden human hero alive as soon as possible, so he aimed at the enemy's thigh and threw it out with all his strength.

He believed that no human being could take this blow head-on. Being in the realm of Olympia, this was no longer a force that belonged entirely to the human world...

Then, as Ares watched, the great hero reached out and grasped the spear shaft that was flying towards him.

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A tiny bloody mark was left on the palm of his hand. Although the speed of the powerful spear suddenly decreased, it still hit Hercules.

Carrying the impact of a galloping divine horse, the bronze thatch tip finally collided with the tough fur with a loud bang, and then it could no longer move forward an inch.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, looking at the God of War with a frightened look on his face, the great hero nodded slowly.

He had to admit, Ender was right.

"Andre, you're right. He does have bad intentions towards me."

"Ares, the god of war... is he here for Perseus?"

Heracles didn't know if that was the case, and he didn't need to know.

To a god who attacks you the first time you meet him, he simply has to respond in kind.

He turned the spear over and threw it back, then strode forward to meet the galloping Pegasus.

If he can't bring the Centaurs out in a low-key manner, then there's nothing unacceptable about trying another way.

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"..."

"……boom……"

“…Whew…”

“…Boom…”

"..."

Olympia, the entire city is shrouded in the shadow of the central colossus.

Perhaps it was because of the coming of Ares. Although the reputation of this god of war in the world was not as high as that of other gods, this devout city that regarded the gods as everything was still happy.

But today's Olympia seemed a little different from the past, because although Ares's departure had not been noticed for the time being, in the distance of the city, waves of increasingly clear movements affected the peace of the city.

Some devout believers frowned and condemned in their hearts the existence that disturbed the gods.

Some people looked worried, as they didn't know whether the coming God of War would punish them for this.

But no matter what, the noisy movement attracted a lot of attention in the city.

Even the imprisoned Centaurs could vaguely feel the shaking of the earth, but they had no idea what was happening outside.

As time went on, the earth's turbulence got closer and closer, and the houses in the city could be seen shaking noticeably.

Only in the center of the city, the tall statues of the God King and the Queen of Heaven remained motionless, as if some force had fixed them in place, unaffected by any external force.

"What's going on here?"

"What happened? Are the gods angry?"

"Could it be that the Lord of the Sea, the Earth-shaking God Poseidon, has come to Olympia?"

"Don't be afraid, His Majesty the God of War is still here. Olympia is the city favored by God!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion in the city, but the shaking of the earth only became more intense.

A steady stream of prayers spread out, and the most recent and largest recipient was the God of War who was present here.

Logically speaking, Ares should step forward to quell this chaos instead of letting people's suspicions continue to ferment...but at this moment, he can do nothing.

The bronze chariot that was originally under him had long gone somewhere unknown. The bridles of the four celestial horses were tied together and held in the hands of the human whose name he had not yet asked.

The horses were galloping, and they were terrified and wanted to get away from this terrifying existence. However, the hero just pulled them down with his left hand, and the four horses were unable to move.

Striding forward, Hercules stared at Ares.

This was another main god he met, but this one still disappointed him.

Is this God? It doesn’t seem like anything special.

Without the innate power and authority, what would be left of these gods?

"The Goddess of the Magic Web created witchcraft... The Goddess of Wisdom brought a lot of knowledge to the world."

"Every creature in the human home is in the shadow of the Hearth Goddess... The Queen of Heaven determined human marriage, and she and the Black Goddess respectively perfected the rules of fertility and reproduction."

"God of War Ares, what about you? Tell me, what did you do?"

"Do you have anything that is uniquely your own, other than what you were born with?"

Hercules asked seriously, not mockingly.

"You...human!"

"How dare you laugh at me - what I was born with is what you will never have!"

Shine——

Ares drew his sword and looked grim.

Damn, where did this monster come from?

When did so many things that go against common sense appear among humans? And the most important thing is...

“Why do they all come to me?”

Unable to understand, Ares thought about it over and over again, and could only come to one conclusion.

I am the God of War. Perhaps this is the fate that a God of War must face.