The God Killer in the American Comics World

Anger has never been a "pure potato chip" that can be crushed by the enemy.

After all, he has seen Odin.

Even against the God King, Anger is not at all inferior.

Not to mention, Anger also brought left and right guards: the moment Ares appeared, Diana twisted her waist and quietly raised her right hand. It seemed that her left hip was slightly protruding, making an S shape, but in fact she was ready to draw her sword; Penthesilea quietly pulled up the right hem of her skirt and made a high slit for her evening dress to facilitate the next battle.

Only Anger was quite comfortable hugging the flexible waists of the two women, looking like he was enjoying the blessing of having two women.

He smiled and lightly resolved the pressure from Ares.

This is a typical hard numerical test. Once Anger's will is not up to standard, there is no need for so-called negotiations. Ares can directly oppress or destroy Anger's mind and make him a pitiful slave.

Humans don't need to negotiate with ants, and gods don't need to reason with mortals.

It's just that simple and crude.

Ang looked at this being written as Ludendorff and pronounced as Ares, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Since he can play a cover, the God of War can do the same.

Ares in this life even disdains to use the identity of the British bigwig Patrick to disguise himself.

"Are you Reinhard von Lohengramm?"

"Are you General Ludendorff?"

The opening remarks sounded meaningless, but in fact they were full of tricks.

Ang didn't even use honorifics.

Normally, this would undoubtedly anger a god, but Ares was obviously in a good mood.

"Do you want to talk first?"

"You can talk or not."

In the second round, Ares was testing, and Ang's seemingly cold response made Ares appreciate Ang even more.

The words just now implied a question about whether to start fighting. It seems that they will fight immediately if they disagree, but what is the price?

Once the war of gods begins, these German nobles at the banquet, regardless of whether they are men or women, will not survive.

Ang's answer is intriguing - I don't care if you fight regardless of the lives of civilians, but if you want to talk, you can talk. This flexible moral bottom line is quite in line with Ares's taste.

Diana and Penthesilea were nervous. They had long been accustomed to Ang's practice of speaking up for them. They didn't know what Ang was up to, but they could suppress the urge to fight in their hearts.

So, in the eyes of others, General Ludendorff admired this young Junker nobleman named Reinhard very much, and even left the banquet temporarily to chat with him privately.

Those who didn't know the inside story all looked at him with envy.

It was so funny!

Ang saved their lives.

When they came to the side hall of this castle, servants served drinks and snacks.

No one touched these things.

Compared to Ange, the hostility of the two Amazon warriors spread unceremoniously at this time. Even the guards guarding the door felt something was wrong and were considering whether to draw their guns.

"Sir?"

"Get out! Stay away from this room. Don't get close no matter what happens."

Since this was the direct order of the general, they had to obey.

When all the servants and guards left the side hall, Ares sat opposite Ange and the others very relaxedly. He looked like a white-haired old man, and naturally had the pride of being the main god.

"Relax! Especially you - Diana, my half-sister!" His low and magnetic voice did have an inexplicable power, and even a woman with divinity like Penthesilea was secretly affected by it.

She was shocked and quickly turned her head to look at the two people next to her.

Diana slightly bent her body, and had already pulled out the sword and shield from the space bag, looking like she was going to fight in the next second.

On the other hand, Ange, he, he actually sat down comfortably.

Seeing Ange's expression, Ares laughed. There was a mysterious power in his laughter that could resonate with their souls: "Right! Diana, learn from your partner, this is the way to do things."

Ange sat in a rather rude manner, with legs apart, sitting carelessly.

This posture made Ares very fond of him: "Kratos, I'll call you this for the time being. Although I don't know what your real name is, I admire you."

"The name is just a code name. As for the appreciation of the great God of War, I can't bear it. The last Menelaos you valued is already a dead man." Ange answered softly but firmly.

"No, no, no! Menelaos is a weak and incompetent fool! I gave him a long life, but he didn't accomplish anything. He spent his long life running a boring empire. You are completely different from him. You... have the potential for [war]!"

Ares' voice was full of strong temptation. In fact, the system on Ang's retina that no one could see had already jumped up and down like crazy, warning: [The God of War Ares is inciting the host's (heart of war), and is conducting a will test... Because the host has received Athena's victory blessing, the difficulty of identification is halved... The test passed...]

Ares forced Ang to conduct a test almost every three sentences.

Theoretically, any failure in the test could push his soul to the side of the God of War.

Ang was extremely grateful that he went to Athena's lair before finding Ares. Without her power, Ang might be able to survive. He was sure that it would not be as easy as it is now.

Diana glanced at Ange several times. Of course she felt the terrifying invisible confrontation. If it were her, she wouldn't dare to say that she would definitely be able to take it. When there was no other way, she held her sword and shield and began to move slowly to the left.

In response, Penthesilea, who was also holding a lower-level artifact, faced to the right, and the three of them slowly semi-surrounded Ares in a 120-degree fan shape.

Ares...actually didn't respond.

Perhaps this is the absolute pride of the strong man who overturned the entire Olympus god system!

He was more interested in Ange than Diana.

When Ares mentioned the word [potential], Ange sneered: "Potential? The potential of being a dog?"

"No, no, no!" Ares shook his right index finger: "Only guys with bad brains can be dogs. I think you and Diana have seen through the nature of human beings - even if they don't In order to plunder and possess the wealth of other existences, they will also start wars themselves. "

"What!?" Diana couldn't help but spat.

Ares continued to talk to himself: "Humans have always been like this and will always be like this. Cowardly, cruel, and selfish! They can do the most terrible things. I have always hoped that the gods can see how evil the humans created by my father are. It's a pity that the gods refused, so I destroyed them. However, for humans, I have the last hope to see if I can find some individuals who are beyond the group, and then cultivate them, and make final observations."

Having said this, Ares looked at Ange and Diana: "I am very satisfied with Kratos. Come to me with Diana, and I will make you my followers!"