Chapter 180 Either fight or die! (Please subscribe)

In the glorious temple, Zeus sat on his throne, staring at Ares who knelt before him.

Ares is a powerful god, there is no denying that.

But to be honest, Zeus doesn't like this version of himself. Any god on the sacred mountain of Olympus can detect this. This dislike originally came from the terrible prophecy.

Then, when Ares returned from the Eastern Continent, Zeus realized that his son had been replaced.

The feeling of disgust became stronger and stronger, even tinged with a little fear.

Zeus did not agree directly.

After pondering, he asked: "I once punished you and exiled you to the Eastern Continent. Do you still remember what happened at that time?"

"Eastern Continent?"

Ares raised his head and looked at Zeus with confusion on his face: "Is it because you are avoiding Typhon and heading to the Eastern Continent?"

"No, that's not the case." Zeus's face seemed to be covered with a layer of thunder, his expression was hidden in the lightning, and the momentum exuded from his body became more and more powerful: "It was a longer time ago, do you still remember?"

"In the Dragonborn Dynasty, the mortal hero named Dones is said to have died in your hands."

Zeus reminded.

More than twenty years ago, in order to avoid the catastrophe caused by Typhon.

Zeus led the Olympus gods to the mysterious Eastern Continent. More than a dozen gods turned into birds and beasts, hiding in the dragon-born society. Even Quetzalcoatl and the goddess of wisdom Elgani could not find them.

their traces.

Zeus stayed in the dragonborn society for more than ten years. During these ten years, he learned a lot of forbidden knowledge.

The most critical point is Ares's experience on the Eastern Continent.

But Zeus didn't fully understand this matter.

He only roughly understood that Ares had a conflict with local forces when he set foot on the Eastern Continent.

The dragon-born hero named Dones was killed by Ares. After that conflict, Ares himself should have been seriously injured, but after that, Ares didn't know what taboo he encountered.

exist.

Then suddenly disappeared from Zeus's perception.

Zeus also felt deeply saddened by the death of his heir, but what he never expected was that it would happen shortly after Ares died.

A new Ares was born again on Mount Olympus.

Not just the birth of Ares.

Even the memory of Ares's exile was erased from the minds of the gods.

"Eastern Continent, Dones..."

Ares fell into deep thought amid Zeus's promptings.

Some sealed memories gradually emerged in his consciousness.

What followed was unbearable heat like a burning fire, and boundless flames enveloped him, as if he was trapped in the abyss of hell. Ares covered his head, his eyes were scarlet, and he let out a terrifying roar.

"I don't remember!"

Ares roared: "No, I still remember! Primordial Fire...what happened!?"

Incomparable pain was tormenting the young god. He covered his head hard, trying to relieve the burning pain in his soul in this way, but the ten knuckles, which were as thick and powerful as copper pillars, were already gone.

It penetrated deeply into Ares's brain, and mellow blood flowed out from the wound along with the pale brain matter.

If he continues, Ares is about to split his head alive.

The relatively handsome facial features were condensed into an indistinguishable mass due to the severe pain.

Zeus was frightened by the ferocious face shown by Ares. The master of the Olympus pantheon had a gloomy face. He felt that he had vaguely noticed the plan of the mastermind behind the scenes.

But it doesn’t stop there.

He once received the help of Ergani, the goddess of wisdom, to fight against his cruel father Cronus.

Therefore, Zeus deeply understood what a terrifying and powerful opponent that beautiful goddess was. In such a situation, every god in the pantheon was a vital helper.

What's more, a being like Ares is powerful enough to be ranked in the top five.

"Enough!"

Zeus waved his scepter.

A blazing thunder fell from the twisted sky and exploded on the sacred mountain of Olympus.

The gods all looked toward the temple hall, wondering what was going on there. A dark cloud enveloped the hearts of the gods.

Under the power of thunder, Ares recovered from his mad state.

He grinned with a nervous smile on his face, looked at the figure on the throne, and murmured: "I don't remember, father."

"Then forget it."

Zeus said: "Do what you want to do. Those dragonborn have stayed in our land for too long. It's time to make them pay the price."

"I will carry out your wish to the end."

Ares grinned, slowly stood up and walked towards the outside of the temple.

…

Ares appeared in the city-state of Troy wearing a brass armor and driving a metal chariot pulled by Pegasus.

Everyone knows that a god from the sacred mountain of Olympus is walking in the world.

Paris, the general of the Troy city-state, was the first to discover Ares. He quickly knelt on the ground and prayed in a loud voice: "Look, how honored we are to be able to walk in the same field with a real god."

On the land.”

After hearing Paris' voice.

The mortal soldiers around him knelt down towards the tall and handsome Ares.

Ares was a rude and barbaric god, and he did not put the lives and etiquette of these mortals in his eyes.

His hairy chest was filled with the desire for blood and slaughter.

He has been restrained by Zeus for too long, and now he can't wait to lead the army, use cruel war to take away the lives of every dragonborn, harvest their souls, and listen to their wails when they are dying.

"Order your army to attack the Dragonborn army on the other side now! I will annihilate them all." Ares pointed at Paris with the sharp sword in his hand and ordered.

But facing the will of the gods, Paris fell into hesitation.

He said: "Honorable gods, I am afraid that now is not a good time to start a war."

"The Othebes River is in flood season, and the river is fast and ferocious. Taking the initiative to cross the river will expose our soldiers to the enemy's range, which is not conducive to marching operations. More importantly, a terrible plague is shrouding the city, and many soldiers

I'm too weak to fight. It's better to wait..."

Snap!

Ares had no patience to listen anymore.

The sharp sword in his hand struck Paris viciously on the face like a whip, knocking him to the ground.

"Fight or die!" Ares's eyes were scarlet, and his tall figure was shrouded in the pale moonlight, like a demon god coming to the world.
Chapter completed!