Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 608 Gifts and Golems

Hundreds of miles away, the God of War is at the center of his army.

Unlike the loose military formations around them, the tens of thousands of people gathered around Ares and left here are a well-deserved elite force.

The knights selected from the nobles of the gods were wearing heavy armor and formed lines to patrol on both sides under the command of the Church of the God of War. The heavily armored warriors holding huge shields went to the front of the battle, guarding the archers holding longbows, and marched forward on the land.

From top to bottom, from people to horses, tens of thousands of people moved as one under the influence of the magic of war.

Even under the theocracy of [War], they received the most blessings, and each of them exuded a sharp aura.

Sitting on a bronze chariot pulled by four Pegasus, Ares glanced over the army under his command.

"……good."

The God of War commented indifferently and then looked away.

He was sure that under the suppression of the current royal order, no kingdom's army could confront him head-on.

This is his true power, unrivaled oppression on the battlefield - although Ares was not very happy when he saw this scene.

After all, although he liked war, he didn't like this kind of war.

In Ares' eyes, a real war should never be a group of ants fighting on the earth, and then winning with their courage and strength, the commander's wisdom and tenacity.

This is neither glorious nor great.

Because if it comes to a competition of courage and strength, then these humble mortals are only worthy of being used as foils.

Only the heroes and demigods chosen by the gods are qualified to shed their blood and demonstrate their abilities on earth.

And if they were to compete in wisdom and strategy, that would be even more of a blasphemy - because only he, Ares, was the true god of war, and no one else.

Anyone who dares to mention the wisdom of war in front of him should be hanged in front of Athena's temple and exposed to the sun to become a dried corpse.

As for those ordinary soldiers who have no sense of existence in the eyes of the God of War...their real value should be as a foil.

Use their death to highlight the strength of true warriors, just as the most precious gems should be placed on a tray made of gold. This is the value of their existence.

But at this moment, Ares had to suppress his thoughts.

Because he knew that his enemies would probably not give him the opportunity to show the beauty of war.

"What a despicable human being... as cunning as Athena."

His expression was not very good. The God of War closed his eyes and let the bronze chariot move forward automatically.

However, after a while, the warhorse suddenly neighed, as if to indicate that someone was coming.

"Sorry..."

Snapped--

"——be quiet!"

With a frown on his face, Ares lashed out with a whip.

The Pegasus, the symbol of war and 'riot', was whipped immediately and grimaced in pain.

Not caring about a horse's thoughts, Ares looked coldly at the person who caused Cornabos's reaction.

"what's up."

"Your Highness."

Kneeling on one knee, the middle-aged knight did not dare to look directly at his god ancestor six generations ago: "Our vanguard has approached the city of those ancient gods... evil gods' followers."

"As you requested, we have no intention of negotiating with the other side, but are ready to go to war directly."

"But before that, an evil witch appeared before us."

"She used her evil witchcraft to easily subdue the vanguard officer, but she did not continue to slaughter our soldiers. Instead, she asked them to come back and bring you a message..."

"what did she say?"

His face didn't look good. He didn't expect that his vanguard would be taken down so easily.

But Ares was not angry because he sent out more than a dozen vanguards.

Well...that's right.

After all, it is reasonable to send a vanguard for an army of tens of thousands of people, and more than a dozen for an army of hundreds of millions of people.

So even if one of them was defeated it wouldn't be a big deal. In comparison, Ares was more concerned about what those wizards wanted to say to him.

"This..." The middle-aged knight hesitated and didn't know whether he should say it.

However, under the gaze of Ares, he still gritted his teeth and relayed the witch's request.

"Your Highness, she said...she said she was a little disappointed. She didn't expect that even the God of War would be reduced to the level of forcing the people to do hard labor..."

"She originally wanted to see your bravery, but she didn't expect that the God of War would be afraid of wizards... Your Highness, I am just repeating her words--"

"——Humph, I know. Do you think I would vent my anger on you for no reason?!"

With an angry snort, Ares looked at the descendant of God in front of him and suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Oh, these wizards are so ridiculous.

This is just a simple way of provoking him. Do you think he can't recognize it?
His eyes swept across the four Pegasus horses: burning, riot, flames, and terror; these were the images implied by their names, and were also the deepest desires of the God of War.

It was true that he longed for a bloody fight, but it was a truly meaningful fight, like that of Hercules... no, like those heroes with divine blood flowing in their veins.

Fighting with them on the battlefield, demonstrating martial arts and bravery, and finally beheading them, this was the battle he wanted.

As for those wizards, what else can they do besides playing those ridiculous tricks?
"Why, is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Ares asked curiously when he caught a glimpse of the middle-aged knight who seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"This……"

After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged knight took out a gift box from behind him.

"Your Highness, this is the gift the witch gave you after she expressed her disappointment."

"She said that the golems they carefully crafted to fight Titans in close combat probably won't have a chance to test their might as the god of war. Fortunately, she has a gift that should be very suitable for His Highness today."

"Because this is a gift for you, I dare not open it... But Your Highness, wizards are cunning, and there may be an evil curse in it."

"curse?"

"Hey, where do you think this is?"

Ares snatched the gift box with a disdainful sneer, finding the ignorance of the vampire in front of him ridiculous.

"This is the center of the military formation, and I am the god of war guarded by millions of troops."

"Nothing can curse me, nothing at all!"

hiss-

Ares roughly opened the gift box and was actually a little curious about what gift the other party had given him.

The most suitable cape for him now, what does this mean? Is it a cape that only marshals have...

"……What's this?"

Looking at the strange cloth in front of him, Ares didn't react for a moment.

"This is Nightingale's underwear, Your Highness. It is the most popular style in the country." The middle-aged knight looked pale and did not dare to reply.

But next to Ares, another knight called out its name immediately.

"…What is a Nightingale?"

Still no reaction. As far as Ares could remember, he had never seen anything like it.

However, just after asking this question, the God of War suddenly remembered an event in the past.

It seemed that his wife, Aphrodite, had once spoken this word to him.

At that time, she complained to him that in the human world, unmarried girls prefer to believe in Athena and Artemis, and women who never marry prefer to believe in Hestia. Married ladies worship Hera, the queen of heaven, and as for her... people who love beauty believe in her to some extent, but the believers who truly agree with her ideas are those dissolute nightingales...

boom--

A powerful force erupted in an instant, Ares' hair raised in anger, his eyes bloodshot.

Come to think of it, he had remembered what a nightingale was.

The 'gift' in his hand turned to ashes in an instant, and along with it died all the people who had witnessed him accepting the gift.

In this era, the act of angering the enemy through taunting and cursing has long been a common practice, but there is no other "gift" like this in the world.

Ares no longer cared about any provocation or provocation.

Although in someone's memory, there was a guy named Sima in later generations who turned a blind eye to such humiliation and even remained calm, the God of War obviously did not have such mentality.

He only knew that if he could endure this, he would be unworthy of being a god.

"Ah—die!"

A beam of divine light shot up into the sky, heading straight for the two armies that had not yet joined forces. As he approached, several well-prepared auras came from the other side.

On the distant mountain, Ryan couldn't help but click his tongue as he watched this historic scene.

"This... is really unexpected..."

I had just set up the alchemical telescope when I saw something like this.

Ryan dared to guarantee that what happened today had absolutely nothing to do with him.

After all, he didn't expect that the old witch could come up with such a way to anger Ares... But this time, Ryan understood the God of War's choice.

After all, later history has long proved that such provocation is quite effective when dealing with an enemy general.

Shaking his head slightly, Ryan turned his head slightly and saw Cloto's confused look.

Apparently, the goddess of fate did not understand what was so annoying about this.

Even though she could glimpse fate, this was something that had never happened in Chaos' history.

"Well... forget it."

Without any thought of explaining, Ryan shook his head slightly and chose to continue watching.

……

"coming."

Looking into the distance, the keen mind instantly captured the explosive power in the distance.

The white-haired old woman smiled faintly, not surprised at the success of the plan.

What kind of person the God of War is can be seen from the various deeds he has done in the world.

If the other party was Zeus, perhaps he could turn a blind eye to such humiliation.

But since it was Ares, he would almost certainly abandon his army and charge forward alone.

"But even though he came, we couldn't fight him."

"Because witchcraft never fights head-on with others, and even though Ares's anger temporarily overwhelms his reason, once he officially fights with us, he will soon get bored with our fighting style and return to the army."

"So we need to find him an opponent... like the Titan Golem."

Nodding slowly, a great wizard with a gloomy face expressed his agreement.

Indeed, it is not difficult for a wizard to fight against demigod-level enemies as a high-level legend. This is an advantage in the system.

But if he is to have a head-on battle with a god who controls "war" on earth, he should give up the idea as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the power of wizards is not limited to themselves, external forces are also an important part of their power.

For example, the golem is the most advanced invention after the Typhon disaster.

Just as the chief of the White Tower created the [Artificial Magic Net], other great wizards also have their own masterpieces.

Combining the research on the phylactery and the soul with alchemy's exploration of the realm of life, the Alchemical Golem was born.

It is a pity that, perhaps because the creation of golems requires the soul of a life, this success was ultimately not applied on a large scale and was banned under severe condemnation from the church.

Apart from a few golems that were created at the beginning, only these few most powerful [Titan Golems] remained...

Raising his hand slightly, the great wizard with a sinister face pointed in the air, and an invisible wave was transmitted out.

The next moment, the ground beneath their feet shook slightly, and then suddenly a crack appeared.

A shadow came from the crack in the ground.

Several giants over a hundred feet tall, made entirely of flowing metal, slowly walked out of it, like mountains rising from the ground.

"Titan golems, skeletons of demons and sirens, extraordinary metals extracted by alchemy, fragments of ancient stars that fell to the earth after they shattered, and even the blood of gods that dripped into the world when the ancient Titans fought..."

"It is impossible to manufacture on a large scale, so I had no choice but to exchange some soul crystals from the lower realms from the devil and select the best ones to make it."

"I heard that one of their lords is planning to create a soul prism. I wonder if there is anything special about it..."

The great wizard with a sinister look on his face couldn't help but sigh secretly as he spoke with regret.

What if his experiments had not been banned? Perhaps he could have created a race?

After all, God created man, and he created the golem.

They all have souls, even if they are plundered, but so do the devils in hell. Who would question whether they are the same race?
If he could build a golem empire, extract his own soul, and create the most powerful golem that could constantly evolve, then who says he couldn't become the ancestor of the race, or even the god of golems?
What a pity, they are just some souls and I have no intention of destroying them.

Even the great master of the spirit world would not mind my small transgression...

"Okay, stop sighing and get started."

"Ares is coming. When the battle begins, remember to cooperate with me to lead him outside the army formation."

The white-haired old woman beside him spoke lightly and reminded.

"it is good."

Nodding slowly, the great wizard with a sinister look put away his thoughts.

The gods are indeed very powerful, and so is the authority of [War], but these gods simply do not know how to use this God-given treasure.

As long as we cut off the connection between Ares and the million-strong army...it will only take a quarter of an hour at most.

Their colleagues far away in the city could kill most of the enemies on the spot, and they might not even be able to leave behind a last word.

(End of this chapter)