“Is this…?”
Two familiar and powerful thunderbolts shot through the air, arriving in an instant. Ares widened his eyes, but before he could speak, he let out a scream.
“Ah!”
“My eyes!”
Ares tilted his head back, one hand covering his eyes as blood flowed from the sockets. With the other hand, he swung his axe wildly, retreating in disarray.
This swift and unexpected attack, combined with the lack of preparation, left him with sudden blindness, plunging him into panic-inducing darkness.
Unlike previous attacks, this one contained divine power, capable of inflicting temporary, irreparable damage.
“You have stolen my divine power, you despicable thief!”
Hissing!
Ares shouted in a mix of anger and fear.
David remained calm, gathering divine power in his hand to form a spear of lightning, like a hunter with the prey trapped in a snare, ready to deliver the final blow.
“I seem to smell the scent of fear. Are you afraid, ancient God of War?”
He walked slowly towards the distressed eldest son of the sky.
The situation had taken a sudden turn. Ares had only just been at a slight disadvantage, but in the blink of an eye, his eyes were destroyed.
“Human, you cannot kill me!”
The piercing sound of thunder was like a murder of crows, and the footsteps approached Ares like a pounding in his heart. He was both fearful and angry, and in his frustration, he swung his axe in a fit of rage.
But with his eyes gone, how could he be a match for David?
Having secured victory, David calmly hurled the spear like lightning, piercing Ares’ neck with thunder. The spear, carrying his towering figure, sent him crashing to the ground, the axe slipping from his hand and pinning him down.
In extreme pain, Ares coughed up blood and tried to rise, but a foot pressed down on his chest, like a mountain descending to crush him.
He was severely injured, his strength rapidly draining, and he was being trampled to death.
“I will come back, mortal! I swear in the name of the God of War, I will return to make you feel a pain deeper than when my father punished Prometheus!”
Ares, consumed by hatred, spat blood as he spoke.
“Truly a deity.”
David, holding the spear of thunder, exclaimed in amazement. “With a hole in your throat, you can still speak without any hindrance.”
Mocked repeatedly, trampled underfoot, Ares was uncontrollably furious. He even opened his bloodied eyes, roaring like a beast in extreme anger, his appearance terrifying.
“I will return, mortal. When I do, it will be your time to die!”
“If you were the God of Anger, your current anger might give you the strength for another battle. But unfortunately, you are not. So save your energy and think about how to return to Mount Olympus and face the gods who betrayed you!”
Faced with the threat of the God of War, David seemed to hear the powerless howl of a defeated dog, with a mocking expression on his face.
“I’ll be waiting for you, Ares, if you have another chance to come back.”
“Ah…!”
Ares’ furious shout of hatred abruptly stopped as his neck was torn apart by the divine thunder. His head, with eyes weeping blood, flew out like a ball and fell to the ground, rolling in the dirt, his expression one of agony, rage, and unwillingness.
【Hatred from the God of War Ares +155…】
“He died with his eyes wide open…”
Before David could fully appreciate the severed head of the God of War, the body dissolved into light and disappeared into the heavens and the earth.
Meanwhile, Diana and Shabak had long since stopped, their faces filled with shock as they watched the scene.
“The God of War was killed! By a mortal?”
Diana’s face was full of astonishment.
She had witnessed the scene of David wielding divine power, but she did not know how he had done it.
Shabak was deeply afraid. Even the ancient God of War, whose name had been renowned for thousands of years, had died at the hands of this young man. He had previously thought of him as an easier target.
【Anxiety from Shabak +132, Fear +122…】
Having killed the God of War, David had paid a price of only slightly damaged clothes, with no injuries to his body. This was truly astonishing.
As David turned to look, Shabak, without a word, shuddered and flew into the sky in a panic, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.
He had no intention of leaving Shabak behind. There was no benefit to killing him.
Diana, however, regretted deeply, gripping the Sword of the God of Fire. She had let that demon escape without paying attention.
“You killed the God of War?”
“As you can see.” David walked over, and she was still too shocked to come to her senses.
“How did you do it?”
David looked at her, and Diana realized she had asked a foolish question, especially regarding his abilities, and especially the ability to kill a god. He wouldn’t easily tell her.
“Wait, you actually killed the God of War?”
Diana was shocked, finally remembering something.
With the body of a mortal, David had accomplished the feat of killing a god. Did that mean the Amazon tribe would have to accept the man before them as their king, as promised?
Her expression changed, and then she fell silent.
“Mother probably never expected this.”
She had thought that David would only deplete some of Ares’ power, allowing her to kill the Ares who had long threatened the shadow hanging over Paradise Island. But she had not expected that she wouldn’t need to use it at all.
The man before her had almost single-handedly killed Ares, and he had not been injured.
In the ruins of the battlefield, with the sunset casting its glow, Diana stood beside David, looking into the distance, watching the side of this powerful man’s face, feeling a sense of awe and a sense of disbelief.As if myth had descended upon reality, the great heroic deeds from the myths her mother told her as a child were now unfolding before her eyes.
The fearless hero, despite being challenged, used his extraordinary strength and confidence to complete tasks deemed impossible by others.
Even though the hero’s goal was to conquer their Amazon tribe, not a single one of them died in the process.
With the Sword of the Fire God, which even the God of War was wary of, in hand, Diana didn’t know what to do.
Should she break the promise personally made by their Amazon tribe?
A flicker of struggle crossed her face, she shook her head, deciding to keep the promise until David did something excessive.
Unconcerned with Diana’s thoughts, David looked into the distance.
Having succeeded in killing Ares, what remained was Paradise Island waiting to be claimed, and how to deal with the Amazonians.
How could they use him as a pawn without paying a price, even though he was the one who invaded Paradise Island first?
He had long planned how to make the Amazonians submit to him, provide him with emotional points out of resentment, and not rebel.
“I wonder how Clark is doing, whether he has regained his sight or not.”
David thought of Clark, who had become blind.
…
“Forty blue T-shirts?
No problem, I’ll have them by Wednesday.”
In a clothing store in Metropolis, Clark stood in front of the counter without a guide stick or sunglasses, facing the direction of the shop owner, pretending to be a normal person, slightly nervous.
“All with this logo?
That’s a bit troublesome, by the way, what is this?”
The slightly overweight middle-aged owner held a piece of paper, stroking his chin as he examined it.
“Your school’s emblem? A symbol for a student council group?”
On the paper was a pattern of red and yellow, a diamond-shaped border with a large S inside.
“It’s my personal symbol.”
Touching a stamp-like object in his pocket, recalling what he had seen recently, Clark seemed to have made a decision. The sunset’s golden glow shone on his face, and he smiled.
“A personal symbol, what’s the meaning of that?”
The young man in front of him wasn’t a celebrity, and the shop owner was a bit puzzled, muttering to himself.
But he didn’t inquire further; as long as it wasn’t a symbol for terrorists or gangs, it was fine. He didn’t want to be unnecessarily dragged into trouble.
It must be some young kid’s phase of thinking too highly of himself, creating his own signature and symbol or something.