I became the old one

Chapter 180 Either fight or die! (seeking subscription)
In the splendid temple, Zeus sat on his throne, staring at Ares who knelt down in front of him.

Ares is a powerful god, there's no denying that.

But to be honest, Zeus didn't like his own self.Any god on Olympus could have sensed this, and the distaste began with that dire prophecy.

Then, when Ares returned from the Eastern Continent, Zeus realized that his son had been dropped.

The feeling of disgust became more and more intense, and even tainted with a little fear.

Zeus did not agree directly.

After pondering, he asked: "I once punished you and exiled you on the Eastern Continent. Do you still remember what happened at that time?"

"The Eastern Continent?"

Ares raised his head and looked towards Zeus with doubts on his face: "Is it because of avoiding Typhon and going to the Eastern Continent?"

"No, that's not the case." Zeus' face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of thunder, his expression was hidden in the thunder, and the aura exuding from his body became more and more violent: "It was a long time ago, do you still remember?"

"In the Dragonborn dynasty, the mortal hero named Donez is said to have died by your hands."

Zeus reminded.

More than 20 years ago, in order to avoid the catastrophe brought by Typhon.

Zeus led the gods of Olympus to the mysterious Eastern Continent. More than a dozen main gods turned into birds and beasts and hid in the dragon-born society. Even Feathered Serpent and Elgani, the goddess of wisdom, could not find their tracks.

Zeus has stayed in the dragon-born society for more than ten years, and during these ten years, he has learned a lot of knowledge that can be called taboo.

One of the most critical points is Ares' experience on the Eastern Continent.

But Zeus didn't fully understand this matter.

He only roughly understood that Ares had conflicts with local forces when he set foot on the Eastern Continent.

The dragon-born hero named Donez was beheaded by Ares. After that conflict, Ares himself should have suffered serious injuries, but after that, Ares did not know what taboo he encountered exist.

It suddenly disappeared from Zeus's perception.

Zeus also felt deep sorrow for the death of his son, but what he never expected was not long after the death of Ares.

A new Ares was born again on the holy mountain of Olympus.

Not just the birth of Ares.

Even the memory of Ares' exile was erased from the minds of the gods.

"Eastern Continent, Donez..."

Ares fell into deep thought at Zeus' prompt.

Some sealed memories gradually surfaced in his consciousness.

What followed was the unbearable heat like a burning fire, wrapped in endless flames, as if trapped in the abyss of hell, Ares covered his head, his eyes were scarlet, and let out a terrible roar.

"I do not remember!"

Ares snarled, "No, I still remember! Primordial Flame...what the hell happened!?"

The incomparable pain was tormenting the young god. He clutched his head vigorously, trying to alleviate the burning pain in his soul in this way, but those ten knuckles, which were as thick and powerful as copper pillars, were all gone. It penetrated deeply into Ares' brain, and thick blood flowed out from the wound along with the pale brain.

If it continues, looking at Ares is about to crack his head alive.

The fairly handsome facial features also condensed into an inseparable mass due to the severe pain.

Zeus was frightened by the ferocious face shown by Ares. The master of the Olympus pantheon had a gloomy face. He felt that he had vaguely noticed the plan of the mastermind behind the scenes.

But it has to stop here.

He once got the help of Elgani, the goddess of wisdom, to fight against his cruel father Cronus.

Therefore, Zeus deeply understood what a terrible and powerful opponent the beautiful goddess was.In such a situation, every god in the pantheon is a vital helper.

What's more, Ares is powerful enough to rank among the top five.

"enough!"

Zeus waved the scepter in his hand.

A fiery thunder fell from the distorted sky and exploded on the holy mountain of Olympus.

All the gods turned their eyes to the hall of the temple, not knowing what happened there, and a dark cloud shrouded the hearts of the gods.

Under the majesty of Thunder, Ares recovered from his mad state.

He grinned, with a nervous smile on his face, looked towards the figure on the throne, and murmured: "I don't remember, father."

"let it go."

Zeus said: "Do what you want, those dragonborn have stayed in our land for too long, it is time to make them pay."

"I will carry out your wish to the end."

Ares grinned, and slowly got up and walked towards the outside of the temple.

……

Ares appeared in the city-state of Troy wearing a brass armor and driving a metal chariot pulled by Pegasus.

Everyone knows that a god on the holy mountain of Olympus is walking among the people.

Paris, the general of the city-state of Troy, was the first to discover Ares. He quickly knelt on the ground and prayed in a loud voice: "Look, how honored we are to be able to walk in the same land with a true god." on the land."

After hearing Paris' voice.

The mortal soldiers around knelt down to the tall and handsome Ares.

Ares was a brutish god who had little regard for the lives and decency of these mortals.

In his hairy chest was a thirst for blood and carnage.

He has been restrained by Zeus for too long, and now he can't wait to lead the army, take the life of every dragon descendant with cruel war, harvest their souls, and listen to their wailing when they are dying.

"Order your army, launch an attack on the dragonborn army on the other side now! I want to wipe them all out." Ares pointed at Paris with the sharp sword in his hand and ordered.

But facing the will of the gods, Paris fell into hesitation.

He said, "My lord, now is probably not a good time to launch a war."

"The Oedbes River is in the flood season, and the river is swift and fierce. Crossing the river actively will expose our soldiers to the enemy's range, which is not conducive to marching. More importantly, the terrible plague is covering the city. Many soldiers I'm too weak to fight. Why don't I wait..."

Snapped!
Ares has no patience to listen.

The sharp sword in his hand lashed Paris's face viciously like a long whip, knocking him to the ground.

"Fight or die!" Ares' eyes were scarlet, and his tall figure was shrouded in the pale moonlight, like a demon god descending into the world.

(End of this chapter)