Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 348 Ares' Arrival
Meanwhile, in the mortal realm, the God of War, whom the two goddesses were discussing, was rampaging across the battlefield, slaughtering his enemies.

"Kill! Kill! Kill..."

The warrior, shouting wildly, had bloodshot eyes and a face full of excitement and fanaticism. He wielded two swords, leaving behind only fragments of corpses and limbs, his body covered in blood.

On the battlefield, people avoided this warrior like the plague, filled with fear, while the warrior himself descended into extreme madness. He laughed maniacally, attacking everyone indiscriminately, friend or foe.

"Seraphim has gone mad!"

His comrades screamed in terror, but the man called Serapion paid no heed. His sword, unable to withstand the fierce fighting, broke in the clash with the enemy's weapon, so he picked up a spear and continued fighting.

If the knife breaks, use the spear; if the spear breaks, use the bow; if the arrows run out, use the javelin.

Spears, bows and arrows, swords, axes...

All weapons could be used freely, as nimbly as his own limbs.

It was brutal, cruel, and bloody.

Reveling in the battlefield of screams, severed limbs, blood, and death.

Unbeknownst to them, the warrior named Serapion's hair had been completely soaked with congealed blood, turning it a bright red.

The warriors, covered in blood and undaunted by death, ultimately slew countless enemies.

But the fierce fighting was not enough to secure victory. Under the calm command of the enemy general, the scales of war gradually tipped. Above the invisible clouds, Nike, the winged goddess of victory, drew her sword and chose the more composed side.

The warrior who had been slaughtering and fighting was ultimately pierced through by the spears of many soldiers.

As he died, his body bled profusely, yet he stubbornly remained standing on the ground. His ferocious crimson eyes sent chills down the spines of the soldiers before him, who, supporting themselves with their spears, stood like statues on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the enraged god of war strode forward, picked up his weapon, and prepared to pursue the winged goddess of victory.

"Nick!"

Above the clouds, the God of War's heavy footsteps resounded like muffled thunder, the stern sound sending shivers down one's spine.

Occasionally, when the God of War sees mortals fighting on the ground, he will be tempted to possess them and happily fight alongside them on the battlefield.

But this time, as Ares reveled in the blood-soaked war drums, he was completely unaware that the goddess of victory had already abandoned him. The victory that should have been his was instead awarded to the other side by the goddess of victory, and the enraged god of war sought revenge against that goddess.

However, the goddess of victory had already spread her wings and quietly drifted away with a wave of her hand.

The goddess of victory has wings on her back, precisely because she never favors any one victor forever. Even if a winner temporarily gains Nike's praise, she cannot hold onto the goddess of victory forever.

Ares roared in anger at the departure of the goddess of victory.

Who exactly is the God of War in this world? Strictly speaking, this is a very complex question.

The generals prayed to Athena, the goddess of wisdom, for strategies to defeat their enemies, and also to Ares, the god of war, for courage. Ultimately, Nike, the goddess of victory, would choose one of these two—courage or strategy—to claim the crown of victory.

The conflict between Athena and Ares can be traced back to the distant past.

After Ares's courtship of Athena failed and he even became a laughingstock among the gods, Ares decided to defeat Athena to prove his power.

War belongs to the brave.

Ares was trying to proclaim this to the world.

But in the long struggles of the mortal realm, victory in war does not always belong to the brave. Although there are wins and losses on both sides, the goddess of victory often favors the goddess of wisdom.

This greatly displeased Ares, the god of war, who believed that everything on the battlefield should be under his control, yet victory was not always in his favor.

"That damn winged bitch!"

Ares' eyes were bloodshot as he cursed.

He was a terrifying warrior with red hair and red eyes, powerful, majestic, and incredibly strong. When the god of war indulged in slaughter, both humans and gods trembled in fear.

At that moment, a pair of smooth, delicate hands wrapped around his neck and spoke affectionately.

"Alright, my warrior, the war is over."

No god among the gods could withstand the wrath of the God of War, but there was one goddess who could extinguish the rage of the God of War and make him calm down.

Behind Ares, the most beautiful goddess in the world, clung affectionately to his neck, oblivious to the bloodstains on his body. Her azure eyes gazed at the imposing deity before her, filled with an indescribable fascination.

Ares, the god of war, turned his head and looked at the goddess behind him. The goddess's eyes flickered, and the anger in Ares' heart quickly subsided, replaced by the pleasure of ravaging and conquering.

Ares grabbed the goddess's face with his large hand, looked down at the goddess of beauty before him, and then roughly kissed her.

That forceful kiss was not the tenderness between lovers, but the contempt and desecration of a conqueror towards his spoils.

Then, the god of war swept Aphrodite into his arms and found a space among the clouds. The weariness of war was perfectly relieved and released by the goddess before him.

Amidst the soft moans and gasps, the war found a brief respite.

After their passionate encounter, the God of War rested amidst the clouds. The exhilarating battle left him extremely satisfied.

Beside her, the goddess of love and beauty nestled obediently in Ares's arms like a kitten, her long, flowing golden hair cascading down like clouds. Aphrodite quietly looked up, opening her eyes to gaze at the powerful warrior purring.

The sleeping god of war was unusually quiet. His hair and beard were disheveled, and his broad chest rose and fell, his bulging muscles and vigorous blood silently testifying to his vitality. Lying on Ares's chest, Aphrodite rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the sleeping god of war.

The goddess, known for her amorous nature, had an unusually clear gaze at this moment, even with a subtle sadness in it, and her rosy lips murmured to herself.

"Ares, will you love me...?"

Perhaps few in this world can understand the thoughts of this goddess. She rejected Zeus's advances and was forcibly married to Hephaestus, the ugly and lame god of fire. She then had affairs with many gods and men, had children, and was considered dissolute by the people.

Her beauty was known throughout the world. Even Apollo, the most proud and arrogant of the gods, couldn't help but feel lust and possessiveness when he saw her body.

Who would such a goddess fall in love with?

"call……"

Ares seemed uncomfortable, his brows furrowing in displeasure.

Seeing this, Aphrodite quickly stretched out her slender fingers and gently massaged Ares's brow, slowly dissolving his anger.

Her gaze was gentle, as if the person before him was not a fierce and majestic war god, but a sleepy child.

Under the soothing touch of the goddess of beauty, the god of war's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"It's alright, my warrior..."

The goddess smiled, spoke softly, and gently hummed a mysterious song.

"Invincible love, oh love, you spend long nights on the tender face of a maiden. You often cross the sea, roaming the fields in the wilderness. Immortal gods or short-lived mortals, none can escape your grasp; you drive lovers mad..."

She is the goddess of love and beauty who governs love, but she cannot control her own love and is always tricked by fate, unable to obtain the true love that belongs to her.

This influence has profoundly affected the entire world, turning love into something filled with suspicion, anxiety, pain, and sorrow. Ordinary people yearn for love, yet are often hurt by it, rarely achieving fulfillment.

The goddess hummed a lullaby softly, enjoying her time alone with her lover.

But at that moment, the war god's keen ears suddenly twitched slightly, and in an instant, his round eyes snapped open.

"Huh? My child has been killed?"

Those blood-red eyes were filled with anger and ferocity.

God can sense the life and death of his offspring; he has just realized that one of his favorite children has been murdered.

who is it?

Who dares to kill the child of a war god?!
"Ahhhhh!!!"

The enraged God of War roared, shoved the goddess of beauty aside, picked up his spear and shield, and without even putting on his armor, was determined to avenge his child.

Ares, where are you going?

Aphrodite desperately embraced Ares's body, wanting to ask him something, but was kicked away by the God of War and fell into the clouds.

"Go away!"

With a furious roar, the enraged God of War headed towards the earth.

Overcoming the obstacles of clouds and mountains, the God of War strode across the sky.

His heavy footsteps, filled with murderous intent, ignited war and bloodshed on the ground. His sharp gaze could see the entire battlefield.

In those countless battles, he saw the murderer who killed his child.

The tall, strong man, dressed in a lion's skin, strode through the mountains and fields, with bloodstains still on the ground—proof of his child's death.

"Damn mortals!"

The great god roared in anger, raised his spear, and hurled it at the man.

The bronze spear gleamed and flew out like a streak of light, making it difficult to defend against.

The man was unaware of the threat descending from the clouds. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late; the bronze spear was already aimed at his head.

If hit, even the most powerful hero would be killed instantly.

But in that invisible sky, Leo roared fiercely, and invisible starlight fell onto the lion's skin. The lion head on the man's head seemed to come alive, its eyes ferocious, "coincidentally" causing the man to lower his head slightly.

"Qiang!"

The bronze spear struck the invulnerable lion's head, producing a crisp metallic clang, and was then flung away.

The bronze spear that was flung away drew an arc in the air before being firmly grasped by a large hand.

"Ok?"

Only then did the great hero suddenly realize that he had just been attacked?
Looking up, he saw a fiery red meteor falling from the sky towards him. As the meteor streaked across the sky, it created a strong wind in front of the great hero, and the powerful wind pressure made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

"boom!"

Amidst the roar and billowing dust, a burly, naked man slowly emerged from the smoke, holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other.