Chapter 18 Ares is wilting?
The light of dawn breaks, and the thick sea fog gradually dissipates with the arrival of morning light.
The desolate volcanic rock island was as if it had suffered a devastating bombardment. Holes of all sizes almost filled the beaches and rocks along the coast, and white bone fragments and blood-stained snake scales were scattered everywhere.
The closer you get to the center and highest point of the island, the more tragic and bloody the scene becomes.
One after another, the enchanting snake ladies had their heads chopped off by wind blades, their waists cut off by ground spikes, or their bodies blown to pieces by flames... The flying flesh and blood and scattered body parts painted the gray-brown rocks into a bright scarlet, paving a bloody road leading from the mountain ridge to the heights.
"Bang!"
With a sharp explosion in the air, the snake woman's corpse, with only the upper body left, crashed into the protruding rocks and turned into splattered meat.
A wisp of golden-red blood, rich in divinity, was drawn out from it and automatically gathered into the body of the only figure standing high up.
"call……"
Loen lowered his arms and slowly exhaled a long breath. The joints all over his body made crackling sounds. His purple eyes, which were gradually losing their blood color, examined the unrecognizable and tragic battlefield and he could not help but frowned.
Sure enough, even if he fully utilized the advantage of the venue, it was still a bit difficult to fight 37 people alone...
Moreover, this number only includes adult gold-level Lamias. There are at least hundreds of other silver and bronze-level juveniles.
If the entire island had not been built into an iron barrel-like war fortress by himself, and if the Dragon Tooth Soldiers had not been guarding the two wings, it would be hard to say who would win or lose in the end.
But no matter what, this hurdle was finally passed.
After confirming it was safe, Loen let down his guard, slumped down on the ground, looked down at the bloody wounds on his chest, arms, and neck, gasped with his teeth bared, and cursed in his heart.
Originally, according to my plan, I would take advantage of the home field advantage, kill as many as I could, and then fight and retreat until the tide went out at dawn, and then go fishing again after a rest.
But who knows that the so-called "Blessing of Ares" has a really deceptive effect.
——It makes people block out fear, become braver and braver the more they fight, and have more fun the more they fight, until they lose their brains, turn into a battle maniac, and have a life-and-death battle with all living things in front of them.
Especially after Loen used the war power from the ox to absorb too much divinity containing impurities and negative emotions from the corpses of the defeated at one time, this state became even more uncontrollable.
If it weren't for the fact that the power of war could not only absorb divinity but also heal and repair physical injuries, Loen would probably not have a single piece of healthy skin on his body now.
No wonder Ares is also called the "God of Berserkers". It turns out that this refers to his brain-dead state of being so bloody and furious on the battlefield that he doesn't recognize his relatives.
While rubbing his aching temple, Loen secretly criticized his blood great-grandfather. At the same time, he made up his mind to slow down the process of upgrading his [Power of War].
After all, the negative effects of this thing are too bad, and he doesn't have the nearly immortal body of the gods.
Don't let yourself become a delivery boy before the upgrade is completed.
At this time, as Loen rested, wisps of golden-red blood gushed out from the wounds, causing the originally hideous wounds to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After just three quarters of an hour, there was no trace of damage on his body, and even his previously weak spirit had regained its vitality.
It must be said that although Ares's power of war has a certain degree of damage to IQ, its effect on the body is perfect.
Of course, in addition to these, there are still some minor issues that are not perfect.
For example, it is easy to get angry...
Feeling the blood surging in his body and the pendant beneath him that was constantly expanding and hardening, Loen twitched his lips, stood up from the ground, dragged his tattered bronze armor and outer clothes, and came to the beach. After washing and cooling down, he looked down at his current appearance.
After a night of fierce fighting and the sacrifice of 37 gold-level Lamias, he was now 1.8 meters tall under the baptism of the power of war and inner and outer divinity, with well-proportioned and explosive muscles bulging on his limbs and lower abdomen.
"Bang!"
With one punch, the hard volcanic rock several meters high nearby shattered to the ground with a shrill sonic boom.
Loen looked at his fist which was not even scratched, then looked at himself in the water, who was as muscular as a cheetah, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his forehead.
By the way, why do I feel like my path as a mage is going further and further off track, focusing on physical fitness and strength...
Forget it, having good physical fitness is not a bad thing after all. The most urgent thing is to complete this trial to become a demigod.
Loen simply organized his thoughts and began to count the gains and losses after the war.
Although he successfully wiped out a large group of Lamia, which made his strength a qualitative leap, the materials, potions and equipment looted from Circe were also mostly lost.
Without these war resources, we can only use local materials and get some ready-made substitutes from sea beasts and monsters.
Of course, the effect will be greatly reduced.
To this end, after careful consideration, Loen decided to slow down the hunting process, attracting at most three to five gold-level sea beasts each time, and completing this upgrading trial in a steady manner.
Now, there are 63 left...
The hunter bathing in the sun on the shore licked his dry lips and gazed quietly at the rough sea.
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Late at night, on the holy mountain of Olympus, brilliant starlight hangs down from the sky, embellishing the rows of buildings.
The temples of the gods located on the top of the mountain stand tall and majestic. Some are covered with thunderclouds, some have a peaceful atmosphere, and some have white doves flying, each demonstrating the characteristics of each other's divine power.
In the center of the sacred plants, such as roses, poppies, pomegranates, myrtle, quince and clover, is an aesthetic temple made of pure white marble, which is perfectly in line with the golden ratio. The columns with carvings of waves, foam, dolphins and other ornaments are inlaid with numerous gems and pearls.
This is the bedroom of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.
As a goddess born from the waves of the sea, she has porcelain-like skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, and the perfect figure and appearance of an ancient Greek woman. She is a symbol of love and beauty, and holds the power to arouse the sexual desire and love of both sexes.
Even the male gods of Olympus were attracted by her and launched mad pursuit of her.
But in the end, this beautiful flower was placed on the head of Hephaestus, the god of fire and craftsmen, under the arrangement of Zeus, the king of gods.
——An ugly, lame, deformed child.
This combination of beauty and ugliness was not favored by almost all gods, so naturally there were many twists and turns.
At this moment, deep in the magnificent temple of Aphrodite, bursts of fierce collision sounds and the rough breathing of men and women could be faintly heard.
Under the pink tulle curtains, clothes were flying in disarray, and on the exquisite shell-shaped water bed, two figures were kissing passionately, ready to vent the gods' vigorous energy and reproductive desire.
But judging from the man's healthy and strong limbs and handsome appearance, he was obviously not Aphrodite's lame and ugly husband.
——As famous as the goddess of love's stunning appearance is her infidelity to her husband.
Her main lover was the god of war, Ares.
After all, only the bravest and strongest warrior king can satisfy the insatiable desires of the god of love.
But for some reason, the crazy intercourse that used to last for days came to an abrupt end after just a moment today.
Afterwards, no matter how hard Aphrodite tried, she still couldn't help Ares regain his strength.
"Bang!"
Finally, the god of love, unable to bear it any longer, kicked Ares off the bed.
"My love, today's fighting must have consumed too much of my energy. Wait a minute, I will..."
Ares got up from the ground and hurriedly explained, his handsome face flushed red with blood.
"Get out!"
However, Aphrodite, who had suffered repeated setbacks in bed, had long lost her mood and even began to doubt her own charm. So, with a cold and beautiful face, she unceremoniously kicked her old lover out of the bedroom.
Faced with the most unspeakable shame for males, even the violent and arrogant God of War seemed extremely embarrassed and awkward.
In the end, seeing that there was no room for turning back, he could only pick up his clothes and leave the bedroom in disappointment.
Damn it, what happened?!
Why do I suffer from back pain and lack of energy lately? I can’t even muster the energy to do my favorite sports.
Outside the bedroom of the god of love, Ares, who was treated coldly, cursed with a dark face and vented his anger at the flowers and plants along the way.
"Bang!"
Without noticing for a moment, the irritable God of War ran head-on into a figure running towards him.
"Don't you have eyes? Idiot!"
Ares took a few steps back and stood still, then looked up angrily at the idiot in front of him who had offended him.
"Hey, hey, it's just a bump into someone while walking, is there any need to be so angry?"
Hermes picked up his felt hat from the ground, dusted it off, put it back on his head, and teased with a smile.
"What? Did you get beaten up again?"
"Do you want to die?"
Facing his brother who was talking about everything, Ares's face became even gloomier. His sandbag-sized fists were clenched tightly, and his bloodshot eyes showed a chill.
It just so happened that he wanted to find someone to vent his anger on.
"No no no, it's just a joke!"
Seeing that Ares was like an enraged bull, Hermes waved his hand with a smile on his face and pointed to the great temple in front.
"Father God is still waiting for my reply. I will treat you to a glass of honey water to make amends later."
“…”
Hearing the word "Father God", Ares, who was walking towards him angrily, paused and kicked Hermes away angrily.
"roll!"
As the God of War, who had nowhere to vent his anger, left the scene and returned to his own temple, Hermes, who had been kicked, stood up from the ground and looked back and forth between Ares' back and a magnificent palace in front with a playful look.
It seems like it only took three minutes from going in to coming out?
Could it be that...
As a strange idea emerged in Hermes' mind, a subtle smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had discovered a secret, and the fire of gossip in his body burned fiercely.
Hearing out news and secrets is the favorite of this messenger god.
Of course, delivering messages is the job of a messenger...
Hermes stroked his chin, his meaningful gaze falling on a certain temple from which the sound of heavy metal knocking continued to be heard.
How about making things more interesting?
A certain kind of pleasure mixed with revengeful pleasure made the Messenger God quickly make up his mind and step forward.
(End of this chapter)
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