Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 349 Gods and Heroes
He was a red-haired man, with a heroic figure, strong muscles, and handsome appearance, just like the young princes and heroic warriors in all stories.

Judging by appearance alone, you might even think he's a noble and handsome Greek prince. But his terrifying gaze and fiery red hair reveal his true identity as a god.

Ares, the god of war.

This great god's hair was crimson, because it was the color of blood. His eyes were crimson, because they were the result of a bloodthirsty frenzy.

He pursues battles and loves fighting. In any war he gets involved in, even if it could be won quickly, he insists on fighting until blood is gushed out and the battle drags on until both sides are exhausted.

The God of War has not yet been satisfied with his bloody battle, so how can mortals easily end the fight?

People feared this god not only because he dominated wars, but also because he brought bloodshed.

"Damn mortal, how dare you kill my child!"

The God of War emerged from the smoke, wielding a bronze spear and roaring.

The God of War has countless children, and everyone likes to claim that they have the blood of the God of War in them, but the one who was just killed stands out among them.

That was the child of Ares, the god of war, and a nymph named Cygnus. He was born with the ability to transform into a swan and could soar freely through the sky.

But just now, this swan warrior was killed by the great hero. The swan died in agony, groaning, and was then lifted into the sky by the merciful fairy, becoming the constellation Cygnus.

The great hero raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Oh? That Cygnus is your son? I thought he was an imposter. He blocked my way and challenged me, so I killed him.”

The great hero chases his prey across the land; his sixth task is the strange bird of Stinfalos Lake.

They were a group of enormous and terrifying cannibalistic monsters. It was said that their bodies were stronger than iron, their feathers could fly out like arrows, their beaks could pierce through the strongest shields of mortals, and their speed was as fast as the wind.

While the great hero was chasing these strange birds, he encountered a warrior who blocked his way. The warrior claimed to be the son of Ares, the god of war, and wanted to kill the great hero.

The warrior moved swiftly and could transform into a swan at any time, quickly escaping the great hero's attacks. The great hero, who had missed several times, seized an opportunity and tore off the swan's wings with his bare hands, rendering the proud swan unable to fly again.

The screaming swan warrior died at the hands of the great hero, quickly attracting the attention of the God of War.

The God of War was quickly enraged by the great hero's indifferent attitude.

“You mortal, I’m going to rip out your guts and strangle you with them.”

The war god strode forward, and the vast distance shrank with a single step, his spear shooting out like a venomous dragon.

"call!"

With a whooshing sound, the spear thrust out.

The great hero, terrified, hurriedly tried to dodge. But the spear was incredibly sharp and swift, flashing like lightning. Even if he managed to dodge, it could still easily pierce through the great hero's leather armor and cut his flesh.

Apart from the vital parts of his body protected by the lion skin, the great hero quickly developed several wounds, looking extremely disheveled.

Another thrust came, but the great hero gripped his wooden club tightly, his wrist suddenly exerting force as he swept it upwards.

"Qiang!"

With a metallic clang, the wooden club wielded by the great hero finally blocked the spear.

The wooden stick, originally just ordinary wood, had followed the great hero for many years, but it had acquired a strange effect. Even when faced with the weapon of the gods, it was never shattered or cracked, only chipped with a small nick.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

The God of War let out a strange cry, suddenly exerted force with his feet, and pressed his body towards the great hero, his eyes revealing excitement.

The power emanating from the wooden stick grew stronger and stronger. The great hero, who was always proud of his strength, was now astonished to find that his opponent's strength was not much less than his own.

No, perhaps this god of war is even more powerful than himself.

A sense of foreboding arose in my mind.

Struggling to resist the spear that was pressing down on him, the great hero stumbled and had to take a few steps back.

The force was so heavy that every step back left a deep dent in the ground.

It was too heavy. Its weight far exceeded that of any enemy the great hero had ever encountered. No human, god, or beast could compare to this power.

This war god was so arrogant that he wanted to crush himself to death.

The great hero has already realized this.

Want to crush me? Let's see if you have the ability.

His innate stubbornness and unyielding spirit prevented the great hero from backing down. He pushed one foot back, forcibly bracing it against the ground, gritted his teeth, and unleashed the boundless potential within him, forcefully resisting the immense power.

"Squeak..."

The wooden stick and the spear clashed, producing a muffled, suppressed sound.

Will the gods prevail, or will mortals triumph?
The ending was finally revealed.

"Oh!"

The wooden stick violently blew the bronze spear forged by the god away.

Even the God of War, whose power was as vast as the ocean, could not suppress this mortal.

A look of surprise appeared on the God of War's face, but the great hero opposite him did not waste the opportunity. He shrank his body slightly, gripped the ground with his toes, and then crashed into the God of War like a cannonball.

"Boom bang bang..."

An immense force crashed into the God of War, causing everything around him to change. The powerful force sent the God of War flying.

"Thump... thud..."

The God of War's body flew out, smashing through a long passage in the jungle. After crashing through many trees, the God of War struggled to his feet.

He only suffered some scratches; a god's body is difficult to harm. What truly made him uncomfortable was his chest, which ached slightly when the immense force struck.

But it was precisely this feeling that excited the God of War.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Compared to ordinary people who are wantonly ravaged by oneself, aren't those with the power to resist more suitable as one's opponents?
He clenched his fists, let out a low growl, and his muscles bulged slightly as the power of a mad god permeated his body.

He grabbed a tree nearby, used his arms to uproot it, and then casually wiped away some branches, transforming the trunk into a thick, heavy, black ironwood stick.

No forging is needed; every blade of grass and every tree picked up by the gods becomes a divine artifact.

Dragging the newly sculpted, heavy wooden staff, the God of War charged toward the Great Hero, who also met him head-on, staff in hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The striking of the wooden sticks produced a series of metallic clanging sounds, and the sparks that flew off ignited the grass and trees on the ground, creating a raging fire.

The sound was like thunder clashing, like heavy iron hammers colliding, rather than ordinary weapons fighting.

Both the God of War and the Great Hero are arrogant about their own strength, utterly unafraid of a clash of brute force, and disdainful of winning through treacherous tricks. Every confrontation is a relentless, all-out battle.

The enormous wooden club was thicker than a man's waist, yet the God of War wielded it with effortless grace, creating a powerful, resounding boom that echoed through the air. Each time the club struck the ground, the earth trembled with a deafening roar.

The great hero's staff was equally powerful; it had defeated the lion that fell from the moon, vanquished the nine-headed serpent, and subdued countless beasts and demigod heroes. He believed that facing even a god today would be no different. The constellation Cygnus in the sky was uneasy, uneasy about his father's battle with his enemy. Starlight fell from the sky, illuminating his father's vision.

When two powerful beings clash, any influence can be fatal. Under the influence of the starlight, the great hero was momentarily blinded, and his movements slowed down slightly, but he quickly recovered.

"Oops!"

These slight delays might be too much for others to notice, but for a war god who has reveled in bloody battles for countless years, it is an opportunity that he absolutely cannot miss.

The mighty God of War glimpsed that fleeting opportunity for victory.

He swung his heavy, black club, forcefully pushing the wooden stick aside, and the club flew from the great hero's hand. The next moment, the heavy club was about to smash down on his head.

Ares's offensive was too fierce, and he was already at his wit's end, with no way to avoid it.

In dire straits, even a great hero can unleash his ferocity. His eyes are bloodshot, and instead of dodging, he lowers his head slightly, choosing to withstand the heavy stick head-on.

He chose to believe that his body was incredibly strong, and that the lion's head on his head would not be easily defeated.

"Crack!"

With a heavy thud, something split open.

It wasn't the head of a great hero, but that thick, enormous stick.

As the club, carrying immense force, fell, it collided head-on with the lion's head.

The lion once named Leo, the invulnerable lion, the descendant of the ancestor of all demons, the lion that still inspired fear even in death, suddenly opened its eyes, biting the stick and snapping it in two.

The great hero was safe, but the God of War's giant hand finally caught him.

Those large hands were strong and powerful, harder than any iron or stone. Those hands tightly gripped the great hero's waist, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The war god successfully captured the great hero.

The fight finally entered the close-quarters wrestling phase.

The arms were tightening; the god of war was about to strangle this mortal to death.

"go to hell!"

Arms harder than iron tightened continuously, attempting to strangle the mortal before them.

The mortal tried to resist, his muscles bulging, but how could a mortal's strength compare to that of a god?
The God of War was laughing wildly; he felt he had already won.

But the deity realized something was wrong; the mortal before him... seemed to be too strong.

The God of War's arms could easily crush iron and stone into mud and break mountains, but facing this mortal in front of him, he actually... seemed... unable to break through?

At that moment, the mortal in front of him suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around his lower back.

At this moment, it was as if two giant bears were exerting their strength, only the two sides were many times more ferocious and stronger than the giant bears.

"Master, is this what you intend to do?"

The voice of a mortal rang in the ears of the God of War.

Ares had already realized that something was wrong.

The god began to resist, gripping his arms tightly, trying to break free from the mortal before him and push him away, but it was too late.

If the hands of the God of War are stronger than iron and stone, capable of breaking mountains, then the hands of mortals possess an indescribable strength and stability, a stability so profound that nothing can shake them. No matter how the great god tries to push, he cannot budge those strong and powerful hands.

Of Hercules' many skills, he was adept at archery, chariots, swords, and painting; there was very little that this demigod, raised by the serpent goddess, could not do.

But of all his skills, wrestling was his forte.

Perhaps it's the snake-people's passion for strangulation that makes them naturally inclined to use brute force to strangle their opponents. The great hero, who grew up among the snake-people, is most skilled at how to counter their strangulation attacks and how to strangle them in turn.

Of all living creatures, who is more skilled at constriction and wrestling than those pythons?

No.

Even when facing those powerful giant pythons, the great hero could strangle them to death.

If it was like this in childhood, then after so many years, the great hero who is stronger every day is far beyond what I could ever have imagined in my childhood.

With a burst of strength in his arms, the master quickly felt an irresistible force emanating from his lumbar spine.

"Uh……"

The great god had no choice but to open his mouth and make a sound, which was the breath that was forcibly squeezed out of his abdomen.

The large hand tightened around the ribs, and immense force was shaking the bones of a god.

His hands were still struggling to push his opponent away, but it was all over.

Yes, it's over, the outcome is decided.

"Squeak..."

From bottom to top, the ribs are being forcibly squeezed and broken, and are being broken off segment by segment, being forcibly pulverized.

The god's body was convulsing, and the excruciating pain had rendered his limbs powerless; he could no longer exert any strength.

"Boom...boom..."

Rows of ribs along his spine were forcibly shattered and broken. The excruciating pain emanating from his spine caused Ares' pupils to tremble, and he unconsciously leaned back.

When the great hero released his arm, the valiant and handsome war god fell helplessly to the ground; he had failed.

He had already lost in this brutal and wild wrestling match.

The great hero gazed at the war god on the ground, then turned to leave without looking at anything else.

As the fallen god watched the departing mortal's back, Ares felt a profound sense of humiliation.

"Mortal, are you humiliating me?"

He struggled to turn over and roared in the direction of the great hero.

The great hero didn't turn back; he disliked watching the defeated bark. But this only fueled the warrior's desire.

Just as the great hero was about to continue his search for the strange bird, darkness gradually enveloped him from behind. The great hero quickly realized something was wrong, turned around sharply, and looked up, only to see a scene that shocked him.

A gigantic, immeasurably large giant rapidly expanded and grew larger under his gaze. His body quickly blocked out the sun in the sky, and also blocked out the light.

The giant knelt on the ground, supporting himself only with his hands and feet, as blood seeped from his waist—proof that the great hero had forcibly broken all his ribs. His ribs were completely broken, no longer sufficient to support his body, forcing him to gasp for breath as he lay sprawled on the ground.

Even so, his body still enveloped the great hero like the sky.

And this giant was none other than Ares.

A terrifying, colossal giant, or rather, a great god, bowed its head. Its mountain-like head gazed down upon the mortals beneath it, and in the darkness, only its pupils, radiating light like the sun, were clearly visible.

"I want you to die!"

The colossal god roared, and amidst the hurricane of his words, he raised a hand, about to strike the great hero.