Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Thousands of miles away, surrounded by four 'metallic mountains'.

His eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently.

At this point, no matter how much he used his muscles to think, Ares could tell he had been tricked once again.

Of course, this wasn't the first time it happened to the War God.

He still remembered the first time he was tricked by humans, Ares was furious for an entire year.

But when it happened the second, third, fourth time... he gradually became less angry, but this time was different.

Because this time, he carried a death order from the Divine King.

Succeed or go die—although deities do not die, Ares felt no difference between that and death.

Leaving the mortal realm, leaving his servants, leaving Aphrodite, being cast alone into the abyss.

He wondered if at that time, Aph would think of him every day?

"Ah—"

He roared towards the sky, his fingers embedding into the Titan Golem's shell like divine iron.

Fueled by intense emotion, he lifted the mountain-like golem and hurled it forcefully at another golem.

Crash—

Like a meteor striking the earth, an instant's impact sent countless dust clouds sweeping in all directions.

But bathing in the dust, Ares desperately found that just like every time before, the Titan Golem had not suffered any fatal damage.

Even though during this time, the power of the Styx River flowing between the metals had depleted by over thirty percent, and the defense had accordingly decreased, it was still not something he could break through in a short time.

Yet during the time he was stalled, he had no idea how many of his army had died or been injured.

Ares certainly didn't care about mortal casualties, but he understood that these human lives now equated to his strength, and his strength equated to the possibility of completing Zeus's task.

Until today, he always thought that the Mystery Lock of Silver Moon City was his only obstacle. He even felt a faint sense of inspiration after hearing about the wizards' city-wide blood sacrifice.

If he absolutely couldn't break the Mystery Lock with his own strength, he could try other methods—after all, he had wizards to take the blame for him.

But now, it all seemed to be slipping away from him.

He couldn't even pass the first stage, let alone the cities beyond.

"No... I still have a chance..."

In the billowing dust, Ares reached into his chest.

The Divine Artifact, the Arrow of Thunder... and it was even more powerful than before.

Though the War God didn't understand why a postnatal crafted divine artifact would give him such a palpable sense of power, it was a fact.

In the past, when attacking Achilles, the Arrow of Thunder gave Ares a sense of sharpness and dread.