The God Killer in the American Comics World

Chapter 350 An apology is required...

Ange has been a little irritable recently, just like the feeling of not getting the test results after the exam because of a system bug.

He looks more serious than Artemis and Hestia imagined, because they originally thought that this new god who seemed to have a brain full of yellow garbage and was deified in a human body might pester them day and night.

In fact, they guessed half right.

If the world is really peaceful, it is not certain that Ange will inherit the great mantle of the King of Olympus, but he can distinguish the important from the unimportant.

Most of the time, he will enter a state similar to meditation. This is to spread his divine thoughts to a farther place.

Based on the solar system, almost the entire old territory of Asgard is under his monitoring range.

In order to search for the enemy, he even lent some of his divine power to Heimdall, asking the former gate god of Asgard to help scan the nine kingdoms and find the enemy's traces.

This kind of work requires a lot of patience, and Ange's performance is beyond everyone's expectations. Unless his own girl comes to him and asks for a kiss, he spends almost all his time on this matter.

So much so that Artemis has time to attend the [New York Game Festival].

In this grand game manufacturer and player close contact, Artemis used her own avatar and the identity of an official Coser to cosplay a female hunter.

Naturally, her "innate" temperament has won the crazy love of players, and they all said that she is the number one female hunter of the blue star in the hearts of players.

Ahem, a hunting goddess who went astray has gained a considerable amount of divine power.

But only this episode is worth mentioning.

Until... the reception area of ​​the villa suddenly lit up with the light of the portal.

"Be alert!" [Hunter] Helena vigilantly reminded her Amazon companions.

Although this spatial coordinate is only provided to familiar powerful beings, such as some Olympian gods, it is ultimately a portal to a vital location. No matter what time, it is not too much to be vigilant.

To the guards' surprise, the person who stepped out of the gate was a woman wearing a Greek long skirt, floating like a fairy, dignified and elegant.

The sacred halo around her and the iconic snakeskin armor on her upper body made the guards guess the other party's identity at once.

"Meet the goddess Athena!" The guards saluted in unison.

"Kratos... Is he free?" Athena just opened her mouth, and a voice floated from the living room not far away.

"He may be free, or he may not be free." Athena is no stranger to the owner of this light and gentle voice.

In the past, Athena could have ignored the other party's face, but now when she met this woman in a white dress with a 'ridiculous' double ponytail whip and a blue band around her lower abdomen to highlight her curves, she felt that she was naturally inferior to the other party.

"Good morning, Hestia." Athena's voice went down.

"Haha! Isn't this Athena? Artemis and I thought you would never come here in your life." The goddess with a typical girlish aura narrowed her eyes, as if she was talking about family matters.

Only the gods involved would understand that every word she said was a knife piercing the heart!

Athena decided to avoid the main point: "The Pantheon was attacked by Darkseid, and Zeus, Hera, Poseidon and Hades decided to defend it to the death."

Compared with Athena, Hestia is still too shallow.

Her little complaint was interrupted by this earth-shaking event, and she immediately forgot it. She hurriedly said: "He, he is in the meditation room on the underground level, I will take you there."

After that, Hestia hurriedly pulled Athena's left wrist and rushed to the basement with fast-paced small steps.

She didn't know that these unconscious little movements of hers were seen by Athena, and Athena secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a big thing naturally could not be hidden from the owner of this place.

Even before they reached the basement, Hestia informed Ange of the matter through divine thoughts. As a result, when they rushed to the meditation room, Artemis had already come through the portal opened by Ange.

"Tell me." Ange said lightly.

Athena told him everything about the sudden attack on the Pantheon and Darkseid's public statement that he would not let Zeus go.

"Oh? So now a large number of gods are left outside the space protection array of Kamar-Taj, and you came here to report the news first?"

"Yes."

"Got it. You can go back." Ange waved his hand very casually, and the momentum was like sending a dog away.

Athena was embarrassed on the spot.

She certainly knew that Kratos could not save Zeus. In her cognition, Kratos was the god of war on Earth, definitely not the god of war in the airspace of the Pantheon. In that place, even if Zeus immediately opened the divine power authority to Kratos, Kratos would have no power to borrow.

After all, the Olympian pantheon is a typical poor family. The power that can be squeezed out of the entire Pantheon is probably not as good as the power that Hestia has now.

They are just beggars!

But she dared to come to Ange at this moment, because she believed that Ange would want to take the Olympian gods as his subordinates, or like he took Artemis and Hestia...

So she was allowed to go back?

Athena, who was a little unwilling, couldn't help but say: "Aphrodite, the goddess of love, is still waiting for my reply, so I'm going back like this?"

She was secretly bundling up the gods and planning to package them for promotion.

Anger raised his eyelids: "Darkseid, our Earth League of Heroes will deal with it. As for you... whether or not you have the help of the Olympian gods is not important to us."

He said it so lightly, as if he was saying that he refused to rescue a group of stray dogs that were about to be slaughtered from the dog meat factory.

Athena was stunned.

She knew that she had calculated too much before. She had calculated everything, but she didn't expect that Darkseid would blow up the Pantheon first. Without a foundation, how could she have the confidence to negotiate with Kratos.

She was a little at a loss.

At this time, it was still the "good sister" Hestia who was soft-hearted. She secretly used her divine mind to tell Athena the correct answer: "You have to pout when you apologize."

"Huh?" Athena widened her eyes. With Zeus as a model, she was not unfamiliar with these things, but she never expected that one day it would fall on her.

But, does she have a choice?

Incomparably complicated emotions overflowed in her eyes, with everything from sweet to sour.

She still chose to do it.

"Yes, sorry..."

Ange was embarrassed for a moment. He could tell at a glance that Hestia was letting him down.

He was somewhat dissatisfied at first, but when he saw Athena's arch-like posture, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

Laugh if you want to laugh.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Athena was ridiculed by him and blushed, but she didn't dare to vent her anger: "Did I do something wrong?"

Hestia was stared at by Ange, and immediately felt guilty, and rolled over obediently to demonstrate the correct way.

Ange gave Ange another small look, and Artemis rolled her eyes at Ange and followed him helplessly.

At this moment, Athena found that the poses of her two former good sisters were concave.

Finally, the former "three sisters" had synchronized their postures.

In the end, Athena still didn't give up: "They are all waiting."

"Then let them wait!"