"That was the Queen of the Gods, Zeus's only legal wife."
From the emotional fluctuations Zeus displayed upon seeing Hera, to the divine power that influenced them [intermittent illusion].
Victor would then understand that Hera was extremely important to Zeus.
But the specific meaning of this importance is actually not important.
Perhaps without the Queen of Heaven, the image of the God-King is no longer complete;
It's also possible that Zeus's possessiveness made it impossible for him to accept Hera's betrayal;
It can also be inferred that Zeus was actually a man of pure love.
But this was the only point that Viktor remained skeptical about.
After all, the Zeus in mythology is a well-known figure, much like Alexandre Dumas.
Among the twelve Olympian gods, besides his brothers and sisters, there are his children.
This almost became a history of Zeus's family, with even his wife Hera being his sister.
Not to mention those descendants whose origins are unknown.
In short, pure love has nothing to do with Zeus.
What Victor wanted to know was just how important Hera was to Zeus.
As long as Hera is important enough, he can grasp her weaknesses and manipulate this god-king at will.
Seeing that Vega still didn't understand, Victor pondered for a moment and then continued:
"To put it another way, suppose you are Hera and I am Zeus, do you think I would accept Hades's invitation to a final battle?"
"Isn't that a given? When have you ever been afraid of a fight, you pervert!"
Vega confirmed this very decisively.
In its memory, Victor had never been defeated in battle.
Besides, Hades himself was a defeated opponent of Victor.
Ten times, that's a full ten times!
"...That's not what I meant."
Viktor felt helpless.
Although what Vega said didn't seem wrong, that's not the key point.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Vega suddenly realized something.
He stared wide-eyed in surprise and said:
"What do you mean? You want to become the God-King and then make me the Queen of Heaven?"
"...No, never mind."
Viktor was only using the metaphor of importance, but faced with Vega's chattering and seemingly limited understanding, he was completely taken aback.
He ultimately chose to give up explaining.
Good things shouldn't be said twice; once you miss them, they're gone.
When Victor's gaze fell upon the God-King again, he did not notice.
Beside him, Vega breathed a guilty sigh of relief, tucking his small wings under his slightly bulging chest, feeling his heart pounding.
Oh no, what the hell does that damn Victor mean?
Vega had been wondering if Victor would really have any improper thoughts about a crow like him.
It admitted that it was indeed very beautiful when it transformed back into human form.
It's enough to make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the moon hide its face and flowers blush with shame... No, I shouldn't think about it anymore!
He absolutely must not let Viktor see through his weakness, otherwise that bastard will definitely start laughing at him.
Knowing Viktor's thoughts clearly, Vega retracted his wings to his side and raised his head.
Having regained his composure without Viktor noticing, he continued:
"I understand the logic, but how can you guarantee that Zeus won't break the agreement?"
"Look, you're in a hurry again."
Huh? What do you mean?
Vega blinked. Didn't Victor say he wanted to change the strategy?
It originally thought that Victor planned to cleverly orchestrate a confrontation between Hades and Zeus, allowing Hades to emerge victorious.
This led Zeus to willingly relinquish his throne as the king of the gods.
“Think about our real purpose, Vega.”
Viktor slowly began to speak:
"What we are about to start is a war."
"A war between gods and men, not just a struggle between gods."
He stretched out his hand, aiming at Zeus, the king of the gods, high in the sky, as if he wanted to grasp him tightly in his hand.
"Our goal is to eliminate all gods from this world and leave it without faith."
Viktor's gaze seemed somewhat unfocused, as if he had returned to ten years ago.
That was in the beginning.
He was facing a god whose entire being was illusory.
Chaos, the creator god.
"Don't forget, Vega."
"I hold grudges."
Vega opened his beak, hesitant and silent.
Just as it was slightly surprised, Zeus's voice suddenly rang out from afar:
"Okay, I accept your challenge."
"Then how can you guarantee that you won't breach the contract?"
Countless people focused their gaze on the sky, watching the god-king who wielded thunder utter a solemn and heavy voice.
But just then, when countless people were wondering how all of this would end,
"I have an idea, and I wonder if the two God-Kings would be willing to listen to it?"
A voice suddenly rang out from the arena's passageway.
Two rows of nuns slowly walked through the passageway of the arena.
They wore white robes with golden wheat ear patterns embroidered on the hem.
Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, they silently lined up in two rows.
Then, from the center of them, stepped a nun with a sacred aura and composed movements.
The other person had a solemn expression, radiating the gentleness and peace unique to the Bishop of Abundance.
The pristine white robe clung tightly to her body, highlighting her curves and revealing her perfect figure.
A black veil covered her eyes, as if concealing her divine gaze.
She walked gently from a distance, appearing in everyone's sight.
The locals of countless kingdoms, upon seeing this nun imbued with divine power, immediately cried out in astonishment:
"Isn't that Bishop Michaela of the Church of Abundance? What's she doing here?"
"Wait, what is she holding in her hand?"
At that moment, people suddenly noticed.
In Michaela's hands, she was steadily holding a golden plate.
A golden apple sits quietly on the plate.
This apple appears ordinary on the surface, not even outstanding among apples, but its golden light is what makes it eye-catching.
However, countless women in the room focused their attention on that ordinary golden apple.
Even the three masters in the ring.
Gwen, Erica, and Aurelion.
All three eyes were fixed on the golden apple, their gazes burning with undisguised intensity.
"Three goddesses, a golden apple."
"And then there's the competition for the most beautiful woman."
Viktor rested his chin on his hand, a look of anticipation on his face.
The slight upturn of her lips revealed an air of confidence that she was in control.
He casually crossed one leg, leaned back against the audience, and smiled gently:
"The stage is now complete."
"Our performance has begun."
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