Chapter 441: Ignition of Fire and Revelation

One night passed, until the next morning, after Ares's anxious waiting, Aphrodite finally walked out of the temple surrounded by molten fire.

No matter how she felt after hearing Hephaestus' request, the goddess of beauty finally agreed to his conditions.

The immortal Achilles was not really invincible, but the god of craftsmanship was the fastest and most suitable helper she could think of at the moment.

As for a statue... just leave it, anyway, the cripple didn't intend to exhibit the "perfect work of art" in his heart.

But perhaps to cover up her own mistakes, Aphrodite made a request.

She rejected the name that was closely related to her, and asked Hephaestus to think of a new one.

The god of craftsmanship accepted this, after all, in his heart, he actually wanted to give his perfect masterpiece a special name.

So the two sides reached an agreement, and the matter was settled.

Before leaving, the goddess of beauty also invited Hephaestus to come to her "execution meeting" later, and she wanted to deal with the arrogant mortal in full view of the public.

Although the God of Craftsmanship was not very interested, he did not refuse.

It was just a small matter, so he just went to watch the fun.

"Humph!"

The door of the temple closed behind him, and Aphrodite, holding a golden net, ignored Ares who was expelled from the temple in advance.

Half a day ago, Ares seemed to have some opinions on the "one-to-one", "perfect replica" and "life-size statue" proposed by Hephaestus.

Although his opinion was not important, in order to prevent trouble, Aphrodite still let him leave the temple first.

Now that the dust has settled, the artifact she wanted has also been obtained.

But looking at the waiting God of War, her dissatisfaction with Ares did not disappear.

Oh, the new generation of gods in Olympus is really a group of "talents". Except for the God King who has some skills, the remaining male gods are more incompetent than one another.

The God of the West Wind who can only follow Zeus as a lackey, the cripple with a broken body, or useless things like Ares.

I don't know if this is a defect caused by blood... Fortunately, I am different from them.

The twelve Titans and I are the first generation descendants of the Father of Heaven, and they are just some gods of the later era.

It's just a pity -

"Alas..."

Thinking of this, Aphrodite couldn't help but sigh secretly.

It's really unfortunate that I was not born in the Second Era.

In that era, there was no such thing as gods being defeated by humans.

What's more, except for the God of Speech, the Goddess of Beauty felt that each of the twelve Titans was much stronger than Ares and his ilk.

The gods of that era looked a bit like gods.

"Okay, Ares, you hurry up and make some preparations and set traps."

"When we capture that mortal, we will bring him to the sacred mountain, and then cut him into pieces here and grind his bones to ashes."

With a look of impatience, Aphrodite waved her hand.

"What immortality? I really don't believe it. Under the powerful divine power, a hundred thousand miles of rivers and mountains will be reduced to dust, and a kingdom will become the dust of history. What can a mere human being use to resist!"

Although the flesh and blood on his arm had begun to grow inch by inch, the hatred in the goddess of beauty became stronger.

Achilles... It's okay for Athena to bully me. Although she doesn't want to admit it, Aphrodite still knows how powerful she is, but how can you be the same as her!

"Uh, Aphrodite...Okay, I know."

Ares, who was standing aside, wanted to say something with a slight mouth.

But looking at Aphrodite, who was obviously a little bored, he decided to wait until he was caught.

Unlike the goddess of beauty, Ares, who had personally fought with Achilles, had already identified the source of his immortality. It was the power from the Styx, the great power that penetrated the origin of the underworld.

Styx, the eldest daughter of Oceanus, had long since broken away from the shackles of the Oceanic God system and became a lord of the Hades.

The power she wielded was so special and so feared by the gods. Zeus paid her respect, but no ordinary gods wanted to get close to her.

Achilles, the son of a god-man, was baptized by the power of the Styx. Was he really so easy to kill? Ares was not sure, but it was probably not that simple.

After all, after being separated from the earth, it was not only the power of the gods that lost its suppression, but also the power from the Styx.

Perhaps when we come to the realm of God, the power of the River of Hate will be truly revealed.

"Well... but the Mother Goddess should have a way."

The power of the Styx is very difficult to deal with, but after thinking for a while, Ares finally felt that he was overthinking.

Even if he and Afu couldn't do it, didn't Hera still exist?

The Queen of Heaven got some of the power of the God King, which was also a witness to their marriage.

In other places, this right may not be so obvious, but in the sacred mountain, it is infinitely magnified.

The power of Styx can stop others, because the power of the River of Oath is too special, but it can never stop the power of the God King.

So since the result is good, why should he ruin Afu's mood?

"When he comes again, I will lead him to the prepared trap. With this mortal's arrogant attitude, even if he finds something wrong, he probably won't retreat."

With certainty, Ares tried to save his image.

"As long as the result is good, even if there are some problems in the process, it will only become a good story."

"Humph... I hope so."

Without comment, Aphrodite nodded casually, and then threw the golden net to Ares.

There's no need for her to lay traps or anything like that.

This time she was careless. As a god of love and beauty, she actually used a sword to fight people.

Something like this will never happen again.

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A great battle ended with the retreat of both sides.

The Olympian God of War returned to the sacred mountain, but the human ‘God of War’ didn’t know where to go after the war.

The vigorous battle with the gods seemed to be enjoyable, but when it was all over, Achilles felt a little depressed.

Has he defeated God? It seems that he has won, but he has not won completely.

And I have to say that these so-called gods are still somewhat capable. Let alone the God of Beauty who is not good at fighting, but if the God of War who drives a car and the God who shoots arrows are together, he may not be an opponent.

This is not because his immortal body is not strong enough, but because his own strength is actually very limited.

Perhaps Achilles is indeed the best among human demigods, but if you throw away his immortality, he is actually far from the top.

And the most important thing is that an indestructible shield often needs to be paired with an indestructible spear.

Achilles didn't have it before, and even after taking Ares's bronze sword, he didn't actually have it.

This is a sword of the gods, but it is not a 'magic sword'.

It was indeed sharp, but not sharp enough to give its owner the upper hand in a battle with the gods.

"Huh - the teacher is right, the gods are still somewhat capable...but I would be a little unwilling to go to Athens right now."

Weighing the bronze sword in his hand, Achilles inserted it aside.

He thought for a moment and then had a plan in mind.

A single god is actually not that scary.

But Olympus was a pantheon of gods, with vast churches and kingdoms.

In these aspects, Achilles is undoubtedly unable to catch up, but fortunately, he is not alone.

He also had teachers, friends he had made, and a goddess who taught him archery.

He could beg them... well, show off his achievements to them, and then express his needs in a subtle way.

So the question is, who should you write your letter to?

"...It's still the teacher. He knows a lot of people and should be able to think of some solutions."

The image of Artemis flashed in his mind, but Achilles subconsciously didn't want to ask the goddess for help.

So he took out a piece of beast's skin, then used the divine blood of the Goddess of Beauty as ink, and began to write on it.

The bright red handwriting with golden glow fell on the animal skin. Achilles first described in detail what he had seen and heard along the way, and then talked about his thoughts on not meeting the new king of Athens directly, and then he came to the coalition camp. provocation.

In the letter, Achilles commented on the so-called heroes of the coalition - Agamemnon had some skills in martial arts, but was unable to cope with the situation; Odysseus could only talk, but his strength was just that.

At the end, he described his encounter with the gods.

"Apollo's shooting skills are amazing. He can barely compete with His Highness Artemis, but he is just a villain who can hurt people with a hidden arrow. He is really not worth mentioning."

"Ares is mediocre in martial arts. Although he has some strength, he is arrogant and arrogant. He is not my opponent."

"...As for Aphrodite, a female prostitute, I can give her a hand even when facing her - but she may be more polite, but before I can give her a hand, she gives me one first. Hand', which makes me a little embarrassed."

"But you're welcome. If we fight again in the future, I won't be lenient."

"Enclosed is a gift. Seeing my hand is like seeing my skill."

"If she dares to attack next time we meet, I will tie her up and give her to the teacher as a meeting gift."

"..."

"...It can be seen from this that the gods are nothing but mediocre, they only steal the divine power, are incompetent and without wisdom...If I didn't have the weapons at my disposal, I would kill them one by one..."

"...Today I specially invite teachers to see my divine power and defeat the gods outside the coalition camp..."

It contains thousands of words, quoting scriptures and allusions, and the words are gorgeous.

After all, the current Achilles is not the one who followed his original trajectory. He grew up in Silvermoon City, and he has read books and learned a lot of knowledge.

Avoiding the important and choosing the truth is not a problem for him at all. Achilles said that he has always kept in mind the teachings of his teacher Chiron. He has always been humble and reasonable, but gods like Ares are too arrogant.

"Well... that's it. When the teacher comes, I'll do some side-tracking to see if I can get a real artifact. Then I'll see who is still my opponent."

Nodding with satisfaction, Achilles's face revealed a hint of youthful vigor.

He immediately drew a ritual track on the ground and chanted the mantra in a low voice.

After a while, as the void fluctuated, a transparent ring emerged above the ritual track.

Behind the ring seems to be a black and white world, which looks exactly like the human world. In the middle of the ring, a sparrow with three eyes flew out from the ring.

This is a spiritual life that has signed a contract with Chiron. As for the race... Achilles is not very clear about it.

However, as a member of the high-ranking spiritual world, this strange life is born with the ability to travel between the spiritual world and can quickly travel between the two ends of the continent.

"Give this letter and the things in this box to the teacher, and this flesh and blood is your reward."

"This is the flesh and blood of the true god. I have finally paid off what I owed you."

Folding the animal skin and putting it together with the box, Achilles smiled and gave the "trophies" that he had divided in advance to the bird in front of him.

A hint of human surprise flashed in the eyes of the three-eyed sparrow, and then rolled up the things and disappeared with the illusory ring.

Achilles' experience, it won't take long before his letter will be placed on Chiron's desk.

As for when the Centaur Sage will come, he is not sure.

"Very good."

"Everything is ready, just waiting for the teacher to come."

Not knowing that the goddess of beauty has found a way to deal with him, and not knowing that the speed of the god of war will not be slower than Chiron, Achilles only knows that he can relax a little.

It's just a few days of work, how can I get into trouble, that's impossible. What can the gods do to me?

Lying on his back on a big rock, Achilles' thoughts drifted as far as the letter.

At this moment, he didn't know what he had done.

A letter would bring his teacher.

A trip to the sacred mountain would bring back a golden net.

If the independence of Eleusis was destroyed before, and the charge and flooding of the coalition camp were still limited to the battles of mortals, then his existence at this moment was tantamount to lighting a fire.

The flame began to burn, and the goddess of fate on Mount Nissa looked at the mixed threads of fate in astonishment; the flame continued to burn, and the chest of the witch who brought disaster to the world was violently up and down.

At the same moment, Ares, who had just walked down from the sacred mountain, suddenly felt as if he had divine help, and his divine power of [War] shook violently as never before.

For a moment, Ares felt that this might be a gift from the will of the world, a compensation for his provocation by mortals.

"Is this a sign of victory? War will rise in the world, and neither the sky nor the earth will be spared."

"As the Lord of [War], perhaps it is my time..."

With divine light shining in his eyes, Ares felt that he had foreseen the future.

He saw the mortal named Achilles chained to the bronze pillar of the sacred mountain, about to face the punishment of the gods.

The gods would not produce omens out of thin air, so this was a corner of fate, and it was also the beginning of his singing all the way as the god of war.

Thinking of this, Ares, who came to his senses, could not help but speed up his pace.

Defeating Athena and winning the final victory... This will surely greatly expand the concept of [War].

Just like the complete [Ocean], who knows whether the complete [War] can complete the final leap at that time?

Ares didn't know, but since fate had given a revelation, it might happen.