Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

At first, it was a few, then dozens, and subsequently hundreds...

Vaguely, although there wasn't a deep impression, Ares remembered that the disappearing links should be some not very strong laborers or servants.

Nevertheless, when the third tremor came, he realized what had happened.

"How dare you—!"

His figure swiftly retreated, Ares tried to head back in the direction he came from.

However, at some unknown point, a black-robed figure stood in his path.

Not intending to delay for too long, with the cooperation of the Titan Golem, he only intended to hold the other party off for a moment...

"Halt, Your Highness, War God."

Without any respect, the Grand Sorceress spoke lightly.

"Fate truly has no eyes..."

"For someone like you to become a deity?"

For some reason, when the plan officially began, a faint sense of crisis had always lingered in his heart.

Fortunately, his task wasn't much... holding back Ares for a while, the rest had nothing to do with him.

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Meanwhile, several hundred miles outside Condonia City.

Right at the once busy stall where 'Nine-Headed Snake' meat was sold, in this long deserted border town.

Sitting on a stone chair casually picked up, Zeus quietly watched the distant battlefield.

He saw Ares being lured away, watched the Titan Golem crawl up from the ground.

For this enormous alchemical creation, the divine king gave a high evaluation.

He thought that perhaps these wizards had some skills. If he conquered the mortal realm, he might have some of them work for him, doing certain things that were inconvenient for deities or godhood practitioners to handle.

Further on, the earth trembled, the seismograph drawing upon Poseidon's scattered divine authority.

Frowning, he stared at the shaken laws, thought for a moment, and finally relaxed again.

Although he wasn't very clear on its principles, he could roughly see the function of this thing from the perspective of a divine king.

A very ingenious concept, but if Poseidon hadn't created so many strange oceanic creatures, there wouldn't be today's seismograph.

"Wizards... truly the elite among mortals."

Speaking in a low voice, Zeus quietly watched Ares' arriving troops dye the plains with blood under the earth's tremors.

It was not an empty metaphor, but an actual description.

Because the invisible 'tremor' rose from the earth, but eventually caused the bodies of mortals to resonate with it.

From the most fragile brain, to the five organs, blood mixed with internal organs flowed out from the seven apertures, then when the internal pressure reached a certain tipping point.

With a 'boom—!' sound, the armored soldiers simply exploded into a blood rain, dyeing the ground beneath red.

There was no intention to stop it, in fact, Zeus never expected these armies to achieve anything.

Even if they fought and took this Condonia City, so what?

There would still be a second, a third... even Silver Moon City.

Facing the mystery lock set up by the Goddess of the Magic Net herself, if he did not use divine level strength, even Zeus himself did not know how to break through it.

"In the war between deities, mortals are merely accompaniments."

"They can showcase their abilities in the process, but they can never decide the true outcome."

"Ares... as your father, as your monarch, I have already given you a chance."

"But unfortunately, you still couldn't grasp it."

His expression was calm. If he wanted, Zeus could have secretly warned Ares before he was lured away, but he did not. Because up to this point, Ares' position in the mortal realm was already lost.

All that was left was for him to stand the last guard, and explode his power in fear... Being manipulated, it was better to be guided by him than by others.