Chapter 94 Death of the God of War

"This is……"

Two extremely familiar divine thunderbolts shot through the air, arriving in an instant. Ares's eyes widened, and before he could finish his words, he let out a scream.

ah!

"my eyes!"

Throwing his head back, Ares covered his eyes with one hand, blood flowing from his eye sockets, and swung the ax randomly with the other hand, retreating in embarrassment.

The swift and unforeseen attack was close at hand, and his eyes were suddenly hit and plunged into alarming darkness.

Different from the previous attack, this attack contains divine power and is an attack that can truly cause him temporary irrecoverable injuries.

"You stole my power, you despicable thief!"

Zizzi!

Listening to Ares roaring with anger and a hint of fear.

David's face was calm, and the divine power in his hand condensed into a lightning spear, like a hunter who was sure of victory and wanted to give the prey caught in the trap the final blow.

"I smell fear.

Are you afraid? The ancient god of war! "

He slowly walked towards the embarrassed eldest son of Heavenly Father.

The situation suddenly turned downward. Just now Ares was only slightly at a disadvantage, but in the blink of an eye his eyes were destroyed.

"Mortal, you can't kill me!"

The piercing sound of thunder and lightning was like a crow's crow, and the sound of footsteps seemed to hit Ares' heart. He was frightened and angry. When he was ridiculed, he roared in anger and struck with an axe.

But without his eyes, he is no longer David's opponent.

To seal the victory, David threw the spear in a hurry, and the thunder pierced Ares's neck. The spear flew upside down with his tall body, and the battle ax flew away, nailing him to the ground. .

Ares was in extreme pain, coughing blood from his mouth, and wanted to get up, but a foot stepped on his chest, crushing him like a mountain falling.

He was seriously injured and lost strength rapidly, and was trampled under his feet.

"I will come back, mortal!

I swear in the name of the God of War, I will definitely come back to let you experience a deeper pain than when Prometheus was punished by my father! "

Ares saw something, blood spurted out of his mouth and he shouted in anger.

"As expected of a god."

Holding the Thunder Spear, David exclaimed: "My throat was pierced, but I can still speak, and it doesn't affect my voice at all."

After being ridiculed repeatedly and being trampled under his feet, Ares was so angry that he even opened his two bloody eyes, roaring like an extremely angry beast, looking extremely ferocious.

"I will definitely come back, mortal.

When I come back, it will be your death! "

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

But unfortunately you are not, so save your energy and think about how to return to Mount Olympus and face the gods you betrayed! "

Facing the threat from the God of War, David seemed to hear the helpless wail of a defeated dog, with a mocking look on his face.

"I'll wait for you, Ares, if you ever get the chance to come back."

"ah……!!"

Ares's hateful roar came to an abrupt end. His neck was torn apart by divine lightning, and his head with weeping eyes flew out and fell to the ground like a ball. It rolled a few times and was covered in mud.

His eyes were splitting, and an angry and unwilling expression was frozen on his face.

[Hate from Ares, God of War +155...]

"I won't die with my eyes in peace..."

Before Davido could admire the decapitated head of the God of War for a few seconds, the body turned into a point of light and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

Diana and Shabak on the other side had already stopped and looked at this scene with shock on their faces.

"The God of War was killed by him!

By a mortal? "

Diana's face was filled with surprise.

She saw the scene where David controlled divine power, but she didn't know how David did it.

Shabak was deeply afraid that even the ancient God of War, who had been famous all over the world for thousands of years, died at the hands of this young man. He had actually thought that this was a soft persimmon that was easier to pinch.

[Uneasiness from Sabak +132, fear +122...]

After killing the God of War, the price David paid was only a slight damage to his clothes and no injuries on his body. This was too shocking.

When David turned around to look, before he said anything, Shabak's face was frightened and his whole body trembled. He hurriedly flew into the sky like a frightened bird, turned around and ran away, disappearing out of the sky in the blink of an eye.

David looked back in surprise, not expecting Shabak to escape so decisively.

Inheriting the flying ability of the Hell Demon, it flies like lightning. After taking off in the blink of an eye, it disappears at an astonishing speed.

He didn't have much intention of keeping Shabak, and there would be no benefit in killing this guy.

However, Diana held the Vulcan Sword tightly and regretted it so much that she accidentally let the demon escape.

"You killed the God of War?"

"As you can see." When David came over, she was still in shock and couldn't recover.

"how did you do that?"

David glanced at her and said nothing. Diana also realized that she had asked a stupid question. It involved her own abilities, especially the ability to kill gods. How could she tell her so easily.

"Wait a minute, you successfully killed the God of War?"

Diana was startled and finally remembered something.

David completed the great deed of killing gods as a mortal. Doesn't that mean that the Amazons will honor the man in front of them as their king as promised?

Her expression changed, and then she fell silent.

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

The mother thought that David could only consume some of Ares' power, allowing her to kill Ares, who had been casting a shadow of threat over Paradise Island, but she never thought that she would not be used at all.

The man in front of him almost killed Ares single-handedly and suffered no injuries.

In the ruins of the battlefield, with the afterglow of the setting sun shining down, Diana stood beside David who was looking into the distance, looking at the side face of this powerful man, she couldn't help but feel a little shocked in her heart.

There is also a sense of trance.

It was as if the myths had come to reality, and the great heroic deeds in the myths that her mother had told her about since she was a child were performed before her eyes.

A hero who never gives up, even if he is faced with difficulties, he uses his extraordinary strength and self-confidence to complete challenges that are impossible in the eyes of the world.

Although the hero's goal was to conquer the Amazons, no one died in the process.

With the Vulcan Sword in hand, which even the God of War was afraid of, Diana didn't know what to do.

Break the promise made by the Amazons themselves?

A trace of struggle flashed across her face, she shook her head, and decided to keep her promise before David did anything too extreme.

Not caring what Diana thought, David looked into the distance.

After successfully killing Ares, the rest is Paradise Island waiting for him to take over, and how to torment those Amazons.

How can you use him as a gun without paying a price, even though he invaded Paradise Island first?

He already had a plan on how to make the Amazons surrender to him and be filled with resentment and provide him with emotional points without resisting.

"I don't know what happened to Clark, whether he has regained his sight."

David thought of Clark, who was blind.

…

“Forty blue T-shirts?

No problem, I'll have it in stock on Wednesday. "

In a clothing store in Metropolis, Clark was not holding a guide stick or wearing sunglasses. He looked in the direction where the shop owner was standing. He pretended to be a normal person and stood in front of the clothing store counter with a slight nervousness.

"Everyone has to put this sign on them?

This is a bit troublesome, by the way, what is this? "

The slightly overweight middle-aged boss held a piece of paper and looked at it while stroking his chin.

"The school badge of your school? The logo of the student union?"

There is a red and yellow pattern on the paper, with a diamond-shaped outer frame and a big S inside.

"It's my personal signature."

He touched a long, stamp-like object in his trouser pocket, and thinking of what he had seen during this period, Clark seemed to have made some decision. The sunset cast a golden glow on his face, and he smiled.

"A personal symbol, what's the point?"

The young man in front of him was not a celebrity. The shop owner was a little confused and muttered a few words.

But he didn't go into details, as long as it wasn't a symbol of a terrorist or a gang, he didn't want to get involved in trouble for no reason.

It should be the pretentious nonsense of young adolescents, thinking that they are special, designing their own signatures and logos and so on.