Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 1039 - 437: Defeat Again_2

Chapter 1039 -437: Defeat Again_2

If it were a normal time, upon encountering such a rare individual, the War God would most likely choose to issue a divine decree, even if it meant bestowing immortality as a price to have that human join the embrace of his church, spreading his name among the Mortal Realm.

But now…

“…There’s no helping it, you can only say your luck is bad.”

“Before this, I was still agonizing over which human to pick to play the role of Achilles. After all, he had fought against other mortals, and others knew of his power.”

“I truly didn’t expect that even fate would stand on my side today…”

“Hahahahahaha…”

With boisterous laughter, he soared into the air. Ares intended to quickly go and return, capturing that human before the people in this city noticed.

As for whether he can defeat him—what a joke, without the power of the Styx River and the assistance of a Divine Artifact, Achilles could not possibly defeat him.

Even though this is not Olympia, Olympus is still sufficiently close to the Mountain of the Gods.

Divine Level strength is indeed absent, but Ares fancies himself at this moment…

“Ares, you must understand, mortals are ignorant, their eyes cannot see far; they are also blindly obedient, only willing to believe what they choose to believe.”

“Those humans, wandering on the Earth like ants, never care what the truth is, just as they have never possessed the ability to discern what is true.”

“Therefore, they can’t comprehend how powerful an artifact infused with a curse is, let alone understand how perfect that human’s resonance with the Styx River is.”

“Looking up at the sky from the bottom of a well, one can only ever see a corner of the sky; in the understanding of mortals, a Divine Artifact should not be able to bridge the gap between them and a Principal God.”

“After all, aside from that cursed sword, no High-Grade Artifact is sufficient to permit a non-deity to harm a Principal God on Mount Olympus, hence those mortals naturally assume what they see is real.”

“They think you lost, that the War God lost to a human in single combat, causing both your Faith and my Faith to ebb away… Therefore, Ares, no matter what, you must resolve this trouble as soon as possible.”

“Within half a year, if you still haven’t resolved it… then never come to see me again!”

…

Smash—

Tossing the last goblet of Nectar to the ground, watching a finely crafted vessel that would take a mortal craftsman a year to make shatter into pieces, a sense of satisfaction from Destruction surged through Ares’s heart.

Yet this fleeting pleasure was momentary, and the half-drunk War God, thinking of Aphrodite’s earlier merciless rebuke, was left with nothing but vexation.

A human who was most likely dead with no resting place, and if they’re no longer alive, how could he resolve the matter.

The living cannot win against the dead anyway… and that Centaur, he actually dared to refuse my command.

If it weren’t for the fear of the Goddess of the Magic Net, who dwells outside the Divine Court, how could Ares have tolerated him to this day.

“One last chance, I will give him one last chance.”

“If he dares to refuse me again… then let the deceased speak for me!”

Under the influence of alcohol, the last bit of patience in the War God was also about to run out.

The solution he had thought of before was really very simple, if he couldn’t beat a dead man, then make the ‘dead person’ become a ‘living person’, and by the way, proactively select an opponent he could definitely defeat.

To know, since Achilles is Chiron’s student, then he is naturally the person who knows that mortal the best.

And the true ‘death’ of Achilles is being cast down into the Mortal Realm by The Dark Overlord, his ‘corpse’ following along with the Waters of the Styx into Tartarus… Strictly speaking, no one can be sure if he really died, as there were no legends spread in the Mortal Realm of the Lord of Darkness taking action.

Therefore, whether he is truly dead or not could be completely up to him to decide.

This way, as long as he could find another powerful Hero, then figure out a way to temporarily alter the hero’s appearance, eventually have Chiron personally ‘identify’ him, and ultimately defeat the hero under the watchful eyes of all, then everything could be redeemed, and the previous failure could also be explained.

It’s not rare for a Deity to be deceived by Humans due to carelessness or other reasons, just one more won’t make much difference, merely adding another tale to laugh about.

Everything seems perfect, at least that’s what Ares believes. Mortals cannot see the truth, so he will give them a truth.

With the plan set, Ares immediately heads to Olympia… However, what he didn’t expect was that the Centaur actually refused him.

Without his cooperation, Ares’s plan would be difficult to succeed. Even if it did succeed, as long as Chiron later steps forward to denounce the imposter as not being Achilles, Ares’s actions would become an even bigger joke.

And so the days passed by, the Centaur never relenting, and Ares’s patience growing thinner and thinner.

Until today, under the influence of Nectar, he no longer wanted to hold back.

Better to be straightforward, kill Chiron, have someone manipulate his corpse to provoke him alongside ‘Achilles’, and then cut them both down. If the Goddess of the Magic Net seeks revenge, then so be it!

In The Temple, swallowing the last gulp of Nectar, Ares strides out, dismissing the surrounding attendants.

“All right, all of you back off!”

“Chiron, you ungrateful creature…since you’re bent on seeking death, I might as well grant you that wish!”

A glint of cruelty flashes in his eyes, without the softening touch of the Goddess of Beauty, the innate nature of his Godhood slowly became unrestrained.

Duel, mutiny, bloodshed, brutality, unjust war… A dominion composed of these aspects pulsates slightly within the Divine wrapping, and he has long been eager for a chance to vent.

Achilles was merely an irreplicable accident, and now even a mere Centaur dares defy him as if Hecate’s presence renders him insignificant?

“This, must not be allowed…”

“—Hm?”

The vibrancy of his Godhood subtly shifts, Ares’s expression freezes for a moment, then he beams with joy.

Turning to look outside the city, in Ares’s perception, it seems as though something is moving towards him.

The peak of vitality, resilience of spirit, even enough to trigger a response from the War God, there’s no doubt that this must be a mighty Hero destined to gaze disdainfully upon all armies.

This sensation… even Perseus of the past had not provoked such a strong response in Ares.

Under normal circumstances, upon witnessing such a rare individual, Ares would likely bestow an oracle, even promise eternal life if necessary to recruit that mortal into the fold of his church, spreading his name in the Mortal Realm.

But now…

“… No choice, you’re just unlucky.”

“I was worrying, what kind of Human should I find to play the role of Achilles. After all, he has fought with other mortals and they know his Strength.”

“I never expected that even fate would be on my side today…”

“Hahahahahaha…”

Roaring with laughter, taking to the air, Ares plans to go and return quickly, capturing that Human before the city’s inhabitants take notice.

As for whether he can defeat him—joking aside, without the power of the Waters of the Styx and a Divine Artifact, even Achilles wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

Moreover, although this place is not Mount Olympus, Olympia is close enough to the Mount of the Gods.

Ares is confident that even though he lacks Divine Level Strength, his current self is far stronger than the top tier Demigods in the Mortal Realm.

Let alone a mere substitute, even if it were Achilles himself without his Divine Sword, he would only be able to flee desperately relying on his Unbreakable Body, not to mention a Human popping up from who knows where.

One move, at most three moves, the distinction between a Divine Person and a mortal shall be immediately evident.