Chapter 42 God of War
Inside the temple, there was deathly silence.
Only occasionally, thunder rumbles in the sky.
Ara Messiah stood frozen in place... When Dick's cry of "Save the children!" reached his ears... the scattered, strange images gradually pieced together in Ara's mind, like pieces of a puzzle...
That was almost an inspiration...
An inspiration that was almost divine...
His soul radiated a faint golden light.
And when Nadictis wholeheartedly and devoutly worshipped the Messiah...
The Messiah seemed to empathize with everything Dicttis had experienced...
Along with his pain, along with his despair...
The mountain of corpses, the dead infant and the child...
He clearly didn't witness that filth and darkness with his own eyes...
But those scenes of wives and children being torn apart, families being destroyed, and countless nobles and wealthy merchants defiled pregnant women and children appeared vividly in Yara's mind, as if he were witnessing them firsthand.
This comes from the wellspring of wisdom, which, in addition to the blessing of runes, possesses another ancient function of discerning destiny—foresight.
Although for Yara, this precognitive ability was so weak, almost negligible...
He himself did not explore this ability...
However, as Nadictis then began his devout prayers, like a believer...
He seemed to have all-knowing insight, seeing through the filth, bloodshed, and depravity of the city.
This city... is rotten to the core.
We must strike hard!
immediately.
An oppressive aura inexplicably erupted from Yara...
Everyone noticed Yara's change, even little Perseus noticed something was wrong.
Not far away, King Argos, who had just abducted Yara's wife, was in the same state... He looked at Yara in fear, his bronze sword trembling in his hand.
At the same time, Yara turned around and stared at him with cold eyes.
King Argos held tightly to Yara's wife, and defiantly warned Yara, shouting:
"Don't you want your wife to live?!"
Yara silently surveyed King Argos and his surroundings.
He was observing the distance and analyzing the angle.
After a moment's thought, I found a route that could get me there quickly.
Immediately, a murderous intent solidified in his eyes!
He suddenly crushed a ceramic jar at his waist.
In an instant.
A black mist then enveloped Yara like a tide.
The black mist dream demon, reacting to the stress, extended countless tentacles and connected to Yara's skin.
Suddenly, an intense, physical pain, like molten lava, swept over Yara's entire body...
"ah!!"
Yara fell to her knees in pain, tilting her head back and letting out a roar.
The next moment—
[Resurrection of Misery]!!
The mark of his soul was personally bestowed upon him by the great God above the Kingdom of Heaven.
At that moment, it suddenly burst forth with a dazzling golden light, invisible to mortals.
In an instant, the entire temple was enveloped in this dazzling light.
The relentless thunder and storm raging in the sky seemed to cease at that moment, drawn by the golden phenomenon on the ground...
Immediately afterwards.
That terrifying power that surpassed the limits of humanity...
Like a torrent bursting through a dam, it surged from the depths of Yara's soul!
The power is expanding infinitely—
The speed is increasing indefinitely—
It was as if everything in the world had slowed down.
King Argos was slightly taken aback...
Right now, at this very moment!!
Yara's legs straightened instantly, unleashing an incredibly terrifying speed, making him appear like an arrow released from a bow...
Ordinary people simply cannot perceive his speed.
All I could feel was a sharp, whistling sound of wind cutting through my ears—
Before anyone could react...
Yara suddenly raised his fist.
A terrifying, superhuman power coalesced in his fist.
It suddenly blasted towards King Argos, who was not far away—
Bang!
A deafening sound.
Like thunder!
The violent airflow spread out like waves.
The only way for everyone to stand up was to bend down and reach out to block the terrifying shockwave.
When everyone opened their eyes, their jaws dropped in astonishment.
They witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives—
A silver statue with cracks.
It seemed to come alive, as if it had a life of its own.
Its whole body radiated a dazzling red light.
They stood in front of King Argos.
It caught Yara's fist with its bare hand!
"That...that is..."
"Son of Zeus and Hera..."
"Mars..."
"Ares!!"
The high priest's pupils trembled, and he immediately knelt down on the ground, bowing repeatedly towards the silver statue.
King Argos, however, held Ara's wife firmly under his control.
Looking at all this, a strange glint flashed in his cloudy eyes, making him seem somewhat at a loss.
"Why...why would Ares, the God of War, come to help me?"
King Argos was filled with doubts. Although he worshipped Ares, the god of war, he did not believe that this was a miracle sent by Ares to protect his followers.
However, he didn't have time to think it through.
Yara's roar echoed in my ears once more—
"Why are you blocking my way!"
Yara threw another punch.
boom!
The entire temple was shaking.
In a contest of divine power at this level, even standing still is a challenge for mortals.
Everyone looked at the silver statue enveloped in red light.
He effortlessly caught Yarana's punch, which was beyond human limits, once again.
at the same time.
A deep, mystical male voice came from the sky, echoing throughout the temple—
"Mortals, I obey the immortal decree of Zeus, the king of the gods..."
"And so it continues, that destined prophecy..."
"Argos will surely be destroyed by the hero Perseus..."
"The King of Argos will surely be slain by the hero Perseus..."
"Everything was predetermined..."
"Mortal, cease your foolish attempt to overthrow destiny..."
When Ares's words reached everyone's ears.
The first to be stunned was King Argos.
A strange sense of constraint and manipulation welled up within him...
The moment this discomfort arose, it took root in King Argos's mind like a seed... and grew stronger and stronger, making him feel increasingly uncomfortable... even nauseous.
Listening to the oracle of the god of war, it seemed as if everything King Argos possessed was a gift from the gods...
His kingdom, his glory, his army, his warriors...
Even his fate... will surely be as the gods foretold...
Even death is under the control of the gods?
He exhausted every method and every means to kill Perseus and break the damned prophecy...
But in the end, he himself became the one protected by the prophecy.
Is everything predetermined?
Is everything a script written by the gods?
That...
What is his significance?
What is the significance of Argos, which he built with his entire life's blood?
But what is the meaning of being an ordinary person...?
King Argos froze on the spot... The bronze sword that was held against Yara's wife's neck seemed to lighten slightly.
He suddenly felt like it was all a joke...
Just as he mocked those lowly slaves who could be tortured and manipulated at will... the gods also mocked him.
Like an old dog with its neck outstretched for slaughter, like fish on a chopping board...
The gods granted and took whatever they wanted, and were high above them.
The more I thought about it, the more inexplicably agitated I felt. This agitation turned into anger, which in turn turned into a strange tyranny, and the tyranny further turned into a kind of obsessive madness.
His expression was blank, but he suddenly exerted force with the bronze sword in his hand...
He then slit Yara's wife's throat with a single sword stroke.
Fresh blood gushed from her pale neck.
Like a gurgling, warm spring, it instantly soaked into the pregnant woman's entire body...
Yara froze instantly, her pupils dilating.
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