NOVEL WEB Chapter 94: The Death of the God of War
Chapter 94: Death of the God of War
"What is this…"
Two divine power lightning bolts, more familiar than he could ever imagine, shot through the sky and arrived in an instant. Ares' eyes widened, and before he could finish speaking, he let out a scream.
"Ah!"
"My eyes!"
He threw his head back, covering one eye with his hand as blood streamed from his sockets. With his other hand, he wildly swung his axe, retreating in disarray.
The sudden, close-range attack, coupled with its complete unpredictability, had instantly blinded him, plunging him into terrifying darkness.
Unlike previous attacks, this one contained divine power, capable of inflicting injuries that would temporarily prevent him from recovering.
"You stole my divine power, you despicable, detestable thief!"
Zzzt!
Listening to Ares' enraged roar, tinged with a hint of fear, David remained calm. He condensed divine power in his hand into a lightning spear crackling with electricity, like a hunter who had secured victory and was about to deliver the final blow to his trapped prey.
"I think I smell fear.
Are you afraid, ancient God of War?"
He slowly walked towards the disheveled firstborn son of the Highfather.
The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. Ares had only been slightly at a disadvantage moments ago, but now his eyes were destroyed.
"Mortal, you cannot kill me!"
The grating sound of lightning mingled with the caws of crows. Each of David's footsteps felt like it was striking Ares' heart. Filled with both fear and anger, and provoked by the mockery, he roared defiantly and swung his axe.
But with his eyes gone, how could he possibly be David's opponent?
With the victory secured, David calmly and swiftly threw the spear. The lightning pierced Ares' neck, and the spear, carrying his tall frame, sent him flying backward, pinning him to the ground as his battle axe flew from his grasp.
Ares was in extreme pain, coughing up blood. He tried to get up, but a foot landed on his chest, pressing him down like a falling mountain.
Severely wounded, his strength rapidly drained, he was held firmly under David's foot.
"I will return, mortal!
I swear by the name of the God of War, I will definitely return and make you experience pain deeper than Prometheus felt when punished by my father!"
Ares realized what was happening, his mouth spewing blood as he roared with extreme hatred.
"As expected of a god."
Grasping the Spear of Thunder, David exclaimed in admiration, "Your throat was pierced, yet you can still speak. It doesn't affect your voice at all."
After being mocked and trampled underfoot repeatedly, Ares was furious. He even opened his two bloodied eye sockets, roaring like a beast consumed by rage, his appearance utterly monstrous.
"I will return, mortal.
When I return, it will be your death day!"
"If you were the God of Rage, with your current fury, you might have the strength for another fight.
But unfortunately, you are not, so save your strength. Perhaps you should think about how to return to Mount Olympus and face the gods you betrayed!"
Facing the God of War's threat, David's face showed mockery, as if he were listening to the powerless cries of a defeated dog.
"I'll be waiting, Ares, if you ever get the chance to return."
"Ah…!!"
Ares' hateful roar was abruptly cut short. His neck was torn apart by the divine power lightning, and his head, with its weeping eyes, flew off, tumbling to the ground like a ball, rolling a few times and getting covered in dirt.
His eyes bulging with rage and unwillingness, his expression froze on his face.
[Hatred from Ares, God of War +155…]
"He died with his eyes open, unable to rest in peace…"
Before David could savor the sight of the God of War's severed head for a few more seconds, the corpse dissolved into specks of light and vanished into the heavens and earth.
On the other side, Diana and Sabbac had already stopped fighting, their faces filled with shock as they watched the scene.
"The God of War was killed by him!
By a mortal?"
Diana's face was etched with astonishment.
She had seen David wield divine power, but she didn't know how he had done it.
Sabbac felt a deep fear. Even the ancient God of War, whose fame had spread throughout the world for thousands of years, had died at the hands of this youth. He had previously thought this was an easier opponent to handle.
[Unease from Sabbac +132, Fear +122…]
Having slain the God of War, David's only price was slightly damaged clothing; he himself was completely unharmed. This was truly astonishing.
When David turned to look at him, before he could say anything, Sabbac's face contorted in fear, and he flinched violently. Like a startled bird, he fled into the sky in a panic, disappearing into the clouds in an instant.
David retracted his gaze with slight surprise, not expecting Sabbac to flee so decisively.
Inheriting the Hell Demon King's flight ability, he truly flew like lightning, ascending in the blink of an eye and disappearing at an astonishing speed.
He didn't have much intention of leaving Sabbac behind; killing this guy offered no benefit.
Diana, however, tightly gripped the Sword of Vulcan, filled with immense regret. In a moment of carelessness, she had let that demon escape.
"You killed the God of War?"
"As you can see." Seeing David walk over, she was still too shocked to recover.
"How did you do it?"
David glanced at her without a word. Diana also realized she had asked a foolish question. Regarding one's abilities, especially the power to slay gods, how could he easily tell her?
"Wait a moment, you actually killed the God of War?"
Diana was startled, finally remembering something.
David, in his mortal form, had accomplished the feat of slaying a god. Wouldn't that mean the Amazon tribe had to fulfill their promise and recognize the man before them as king?
Her expression changed, then she fell silent.
"Mother probably never imagined this scene."
Her mother had thought David would only be able to deplete some of Ares's strength, allowing her to kill Ares, who had cast a shadow of threat over Themyscira for so long. But she never expected that she wouldn't be needed at all.
The man before them had killed Ares almost single-handedly, and without sustaining any significant injuries.
In the battlefield of ruins, as the afterglow of the setting sun cast its light, Diana stood beside David, who was looking into the distance. Gazing at the profile of this powerful man, her heart couldn't help but tremble.
She also felt a sense of daze.
It was as if mythology had descended into reality. The great heroic deeds from myths her mother had told her since childhood were unfolding before her eyes.
A hero who never retreated, who, despite facing difficulties, accomplished challenges deemed impossible by the world with extraordinary strength and confidence.
Even though this hero's goal was to conquer their Amazon tribe, not a single one of them had died in the process.
With the Sword of Vulcan, which even the God of War feared, in hand, Diana didn't know what to do.
Should she break the promise their Amazon tribe had personally made?
A flicker of struggle crossed her face. She shook her head, deciding that as long as David didn't do anything excessive, she would first honor the promise.
Unconcerned with Diana's thoughts, David looked into the distance.
He had succeeded in killing Ares. The next step was for Themyscira to await his reception, and then figure out how to handle those Amazons.
If they wanted to use him as a pawn, they had to pay a price, even if he was the one who invaded Themyscira first.
He already had a plan for how to make the Amazon tribe submit to him, provide him with emotional points out of resentment, yet not resist.
"I wonder what happened to Clark. Did his vision recover?"
David thought of Clark, who was blind.
...
"Forty blue T-shirts?
No problem, I'll have them by Wednesday."
In a clothing store in Metropolis, Clark, without his white cane or sunglasses, looked in the direction of the store owner. Pretending to be a normal person, he stood slightly nervously before the store counter.
"You want all of them to have this symbol?
That's a bit troublesome. And by the way, what is this?"
The slightly portly middle-aged owner held a piece of paper, stroking his chin as he examined it.
"Is it your school's emblem? Or a student council group's logo?"
The paper showed a red and yellow pattern, with a diamond-shaped outline containing a large 'S'.
"It's my personal symbol."
He felt the stamp-like long object in his pocket. Recalling what he had seen during this time, Clark seemed to have made a decision. The setting sun's radiance shone on his face, gilding it with a golden hue, and he smiled.
"Your personal symbol? What's the significance of that?"
The young man before him wasn't a celebrity, so the owner was a bit confused, muttering a few words.
But he didn't probe further. As long as it wasn't a symbol of a terrorist or a gang, he didn't want to get unnecessarily entangled in trouble.
It was probably just a young person going through puberty, feeling self-important and messing around, thinking they were special and designing their own signature and symbols.
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