Death of the God of War!

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"This is..."

Two thunderbolts shot through the air, and they were so familiar to him that they couldn't be more familiar. In an instant, they arrived, and Ares widened his eyes. Before he could finish speaking, his words turned into a tragic scream.

Aah!

"My eyes!"

Tilting his head back, Ares covered his eyes with one hand, blood flowing from the sockets. With the other hand, he swung his axe wildly, stumbling back in embarrassment.

The swift attack at close range, combined with the suddenness, left him with eyes suddenly wounded, plunging him into a disorienting darkness.

Unlike previous attacks, this attack carried divine power, capable of causing him temporary injuries that couldn't be easily healed.

"You've stolen my divine power, you hateful bastard thief!"

Zizi!

Listening to Ares' furious and somewhat fearful roar.

David remained calm, channeling the divine power into a lightning-bright spear that crackled with electricity, like a confident hunter ready to deliver the final blow to trapped prey.

"I seem to smell fear.

Are you afraid? the God of War!"

He walked slowly towards the bewildered firstborn of the Heavenly Father.

The tide of the battle had turned. Just now Ares was only slightly disadvantaged, but now his eyes were destroyed in the blink of an eye(heh).

"Mortal, you can't kill me!"

The piercing sound of thunder was like a crow's cawing, and the sound of footsteps approaching steadily struck Ares' heart. He was frightened and angry, and when was ridiculed he roared in anger, swinging his axe.

But without his eyes, he was no match for David.

With victory secured, David unhurriedly hurled the lightning-infused spear like a bolt of lightning. It pierced through Ares' neck, sending his towering figure crashing to the ground, his war axe slipping from his grasp.

Ares was in extreme pain, coughing up blood. He tried to rise, but a foot stepped onto his chest, pressing him down like a mountain.

He was seriously injured and rapidly losing strength and was trampled under a hateful mortal's feet!

"I will return, mortal!

I swear in the name of the God of War, I will return to make you experience a pain deeper than when my father punished Prometheus!"

Ares, experiencing something unbelievable, spat blood along with his violent shout of hatred.

"As expected of a god."

Gripping the spear of lightning, David marveled, "With a pierced throat, you can still speak. It doesn't affect your ability to talk at all."

Mocked repeatedly, and trampled underfoot, Ares was so boiling with rage that he even opened his bloody eye sockets, roaring like an enraged beast, his appearance extremely grotesque.

"I will come back, mortal.

When I return, it will be your time of death!"

"If you were the God of Wrath, with your current anger, you may be able to fight again.

But it's a pity that you are not. So, save your energy, and instead, think about returning to Mount Olympus and then facing the gods you betrayed!"

Faced with the threat of the War God, David seemed to hear whimpering from a defeated dog, said with a mocking expression on his face.

"I'll be waiting, Ares, if you ever have a chance to return."

"Ah…!!"

Ares' hate-filled roar abruptly ceased. His neck was torn by divine lightning, and his blood-weeping head flew off, and bounced on the ground like a ball, rolling a few times in the dirt.

His expression, a mix of rage, fury, and unwillingness froze on his face.

[Hatred from the God of War Ares +155...]

"Dying without closure..."

Before David could appreciate the God of War's decapitation for a few seconds, the corpse disintegrated into specks of light, dissipating between the heavens and earth.

On the other side, Diana and Sabbac had long ceased their battle, their faces full of shock as they watched this scene.

"The God of War was killed by him!

By a mortal?"

Diana's face was filled with astonishment.

She had witnessed the moment when David wielded divine power, but she didn't know how he managed it.

Sabbac was deeply afraid. The ancient war god, whose reputation had spread across the world for thousands of years, had been killed by this young man. He had previously thought of him as a soft persimmon that was easier to pinch.

[Fear from Sabbac +132, unease +122...]

Slaying the God of War, the price David paid seemed to be just some minor damage to his clothes and no injuries on his body, which was astonishing.

As David turned his gaze, Sabbac's face paled. Startled, he took flight like a frightened bird, quickly soaring into the sky and disappearing beyond the clouds in the blink of an eye.

David withdrew his gaze in surprise, but he hadn't expected Sabbac to escape so decisively.

With the flying ability inherited from the Demon Kings of Hell, it was indeed flying as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, Sabbac ascended and disappeared at an astonishing speed.

David didn't care much about Sabbac's intentions, there was no benefit in killing this guy.

Diana, however, clenched the Sword of Hephaestus in regret that she had let that demon escape with a moment's distraction.

"You killed the God of War?"

"As you can see." David approached, but Diana was still in shock and couldn't gather her thoughts.

"How did you do it?"

David glanced at her and remained silent; Diana realized her question was naive. It concerned his abilities, especially the power to kill gods. How could he tell her so easily?

"Wait a minute, you actually succeeded in killing the God of War?"

Diana was startled, seemingly remembering something.

David, as a mortal, had accomplished the feat of Killing a God. So, wouldn't that mean that according to his agreement with the Amazons, she and her people would have to acknowledge him as their king?

Her expression changed, and then she fell silent.

"I'm afraid my mother would have never imagined this scene."

Her Mother had thought that David could only weaken Ares, allowing her to kill the war god who had cast a shadow over Themyscira. But she never thought that she would be useless.

The man before her had almost single-handedly killed Ares, and he was not injured.

Amid the ruined battlefield, the sunset's glow cast its light. Diana stood beside David, who was looking into the distance, gazing at the profile of this powerful man, feeling a sense of awe and, strangely, a sense of familiarity.

It was as if a myth had transcended into reality. The heroic deeds she had heard of in the myths her mother told her were being staged before her eyes.

A hero who never backed down, even if he was deliberately issued an impossible task, has completed the impossible challenge in the eyes of the world with extraordinary strength and confidence.

Although this hero's purpose was to conquer her Amazonian people, no one died during the process.

Even if the Sword of Vulcan, feared even by the God of War, was in her hand, Diana wasn't sure what to do.

Should she break the agreement he made with the Amazons?

A hint of struggle flashed across her face as she shook her head, deciding to uphold her oath until David did something unreasonable or excessive.

Unconcerned with Diana's thoughts, David looked into the distance.

Having successfully killed Ares, what remained was Themyscira waiting for him to claim and figuring out how to toss these Amazons.

How can they not pay a price for using him as a gun? Even though he had invaded Themyscira first.

As for how to make the Amazons submit to him being full of resentment and provide him with emotional points without resisting, he already had a plan.

'I wonder how things are on Clark's side. Has he recovered his vision?'

David thought about Clark, who had lost his sight.

...

"Forty blue T-shirts? No problem, I'll have them by Wednesday."

Metropolis, inside a clothing store.

Clark wasn't using a cane or wearing sunglasses. He faced the direction of the shopkeeper and pretended to be a normal person, slightly nervous as he stood at the counter.

"All with this logo? This could be a bit troublesome. By the way, what is this?"

The slightly overweight middle-aged shopkeeper held a piece of paper, rubbing his chin as he examined it.

"Your school emblem? A logo for a student union?"

The paper displayed a red-and-yellow pattern, a diamond shape with a large 'S' inside.

"It's my personal symbol."

Clark touched the long strip in his pocket that resembled a seal. Thinking about what he had seen recently, he seemed to have made a decision. The golden sunlight reflected on his face, and he smiled.

"A personal logo? What's the point?"

The young man in front of him wasn't any celebrity or someone famous, and the shopkeeper was a little confused, he mumbled a few words in his mouth.

But he didn't look into it further. As long as it wasn't the symbol of some terrorist or gang, he didn't want to get involved in trouble for no reason.

It was probably some pretentious teenager in his rebellious phase, who thought that he was special and designed his own autograph and logo or something.

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