Hephaestus's voice was calm and deep, carrying a hint of the vicissitudes of a scorched flame, as if recounting a past full of stories.

"But I realized that I was the one who was wrong to think that way."

Under the heavy gaze of Cupid, whose brows were slightly furrowed, Vulcan raised his long blade.

He gently stroked the newly created weapon in his hand, as if admiring a lover.

As the god of fire and forging, he loved everything he forged.

Weapons, armor, palaces, and golden carriages.

Therefore, as the goddess of love, she should naturally be full of love for every living being.

“When we take on the name of ‘God,’ we are destined to bear all the attributes that come with it.”

He put down his long blade again and stared at Cupid, who, though slightly surprised, still showed little emotion.

"What exactly are you talking about?"

Aphrodite's beautiful eyes narrowed as she stared at Hephaestus as if he were a madman, her eyes flashing with obvious disdain and contempt.

Clearly, she didn't understand what Vulcan was talking about.

Similarly, she was unwilling to understand the husband she had never truly loved.

The onlookers' attention was gradually drawn to the discordant divine couple.

Although bystanders didn't even know the two were husband and wife.

In their eyes, the gods of love and war seemed to be a better match.

Didn't you see how heartbroken Cupid cried after the God of War died?

Perhaps not wanting to say more, or perhaps feeling that further explanation would be futile, Hephaestus chose to leave it at that.

In the end, he simply gazed silently at Cupid.

Despite lacking any divinity, he possessed human emotions, yet his eyes were devoid of any feeling.

It was as if the person in front of him was not his wife with whom he had spent a thousand years, but an ordinary stranger.

The most ruthless of gods are the most sentimental.

Those who are affectionate are often devoted to their partners.

After becoming "human" and possessing emotions,

Hephaestus seemed to have an epiphany.

"Human bodies are quite good; I don't want to be a god anymore."

Buzz—Ding!

Hephaestus swung the long blade, sparks flying as it brushed against the air.

The broad, long blade trembled slightly, emitting a series of shockwaves.

He gripped the long blade tightly, slowly raised it, and aimed the tip at Aphrodite.

Under her astonished gaze, Vulcan coldly said:

"So, since the mistake started with us."

"Then I'll end this myself."

Swish.

The previously elusive sparks grew even denser, and an explosive burst of flames dramatically tore through space, suddenly erupting into flames.

Flames tightly enveloped the blade as Hephaestus swung it violently towards the ground in front of him.

A fierce flame suddenly roared up from the ground.

A ring of flames converges from both sides and meets at the end, tightly enveloping the two deities.

The towering wall of fire burned wildly and intensely, to the point that the audience could no longer clearly see what was happening inside the ring of fire.

At this moment, the audience's hopes dwindled even further.

The god of light clearly had no power; from the beginning until now, he had been trembling with fear.

Although this god was handsome enough, he was, after all, a man.

A man, even more alluring than a woman.

The audience simply couldn't appreciate it.

For them, the resolute, god-like appearance of Aubrey and Victor was more attractive.

After all, in this world where strength reigns supreme,

Either you look very strong,

Either you yourself are extremely strong.

Clearly, Apollo doesn't seem to fit either of these criteria.

Therefore, even though Apollo sided with humanity, he did not gain much faith.

What worries everyone even more is Aphrodite.

Although the beauty of this deity made everyone stand up involuntarily, it still comes down to this:

What's the use of being pretty?

This scantily clad goddess of love looks completely different from that blacksmith god of fire!

It's obvious who's stronger and who's weaker; everyone knows that.

In this way, it seems that they can only place their hopes on the sea god.

Thinking of this, countless audience members sat anxiously and worriedly in their seats.

Even with the wind blowing, they still felt a surge of heat rushing to their hearts.

If all three gods are defeated, the remaining three gods, plus Victor's own strength, will make Victor's power unmatched.

At that time, who will be able to defeat Viktor?

At this moment, people couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Although the solar flare did cause the arena temperature to drop slightly,

But some of the water curtain floating in the sky still remained.

It projected the sunlight down like a magnifying glass.

The temperature remained high, and the concentrated light was still dazzling.

However, people look up not to admire the sun in the sky.

They focused their attention on the air.

It was concentrated on the majestic God-King, and even higher on the goddess of justice.

Why is it that neither the God King nor the Goddess of Justice seems to have any intention of supporting those three gods?

It seems they intend to let these gods challenge each other and resolve their conflicts on their own.

Perhaps the reason the goddess of justice decides not to provide assistance is because she cannot accept betrayers.

But why does the God-King hold the same attitude?

He was the one who turned those gods against him, but now they are at a disadvantage, and he hasn't offered them any help.

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