I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

Chapter 87. The Six Demons and Regret

Inside the steel fortress built of cement.

A long-haired man with distinctly Egyptian features holds a glass of red wine and looks down at his base, which is constantly patrolled by soldiers.

In just one year, Ismail's life has changed dramatically from when he was hiding in the countryside with his men. Now, he has transformed from a minor warlord into the de facto ruler of his homeland, Kandak.

All of this was thanks to one person, but he was not happy at all, his brows furrowed.

Footsteps approached from behind, and a tall, imposing old man with a weathered face and an air of authority slowly walked over, leaning on a gentleman's cane.

Facing the base of a warlord who controlled the country, he walked like a monarch in his own palace.

Are you worried about your country?

"Your Majesty."

Upon hearing the voice, Ismail calmly turned around and bowed, his face showing slight surprise.

"Shouldn't you be invited to the celebration banquet in Kowick to celebrate the victory in the war against Kantec and the occupation of tens of thousands of square kilometers of territory?"

The man before her was the only powerful supporter behind the warlord Kwok, the source of Kwok's confidence in their fierce and evenly matched battle.

"I don't like your mortal banquets."

The old man's smile was contemptuous.

"Amid the clinking of glasses, they may harbor all sorts of schemes, filth, darkness, and violence in their hearts, but on the surface they pretend to be gentle and refined."

That hypocritical and weak demeanor disgusts me.

"For Your Majesty, who has attended the banquet of the Olympian gods, the feast of us mortals is naturally not worth your attention."

Ismail bowed, revealing a scarlet, menacing scar—one corner of a five-pointed star—through his open shirt.

"Olympus..."

Upon hearing the familiar words, the old man sneered, a mocking glint in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I wonder where you found my ancestor's crown."

Ismail hesitated for a moment, then brought up another matter.

"I had been searching for it for a long time but couldn't find it."

You don't need to know.

That place is no good for you.

Ares glanced at him.

He had only intended to instigate a war between two countries, but this small country nestled between the Middle East and Egypt gave him a pleasant surprise.

When he found this mortal as usual, intending to support a minor warlord, he unexpectedly detected the scent of magic and demons in the blood flowing through his veins.

"Is it because Black Adam is sealed there?"

A hint of hatred flashed in Ismail's eyes as he clenched his fist.

“Thousands of years ago, my ancestor King Acton ruled this country. If it weren’t for Black Adam, I would have taken control of this nation that belongs to our family long ago.”

His ancestors created a crown through which they made a pact with the six great demons of Hell. Their family was supposed to rule the kingdom forever, but Black Adam destroyed everything.

"Don't think that just because you've made a pact with those six demons, you can defeat that mortal chosen by those nasty wizards."

Ares's expression was disdainful, with a subtle warning.

“You have the power of the six demons of hell, and he has the power of the six gods of Egypt.”

How can a demon compare to a god? Even a mortal who has acquired some of the powers of a god is no different.

He didn't care that Ismail had been promoted by him and now considered Kandak his property, and he had no interest in condescending to rule a mortal kingdom.

He was only interested in war; Kandak and Kwek were merely playthings that provided him with amusement.

The two countries are like a lion and a tiger in a gladiatorial arena, allowing him to absorb power and reminisce about his former strength.

"You are right, Your Majesty."

Sensing the displeasure of the ancient god before him, whose name had been sung throughout the ages, Ismail trembled and bowed his head.

He knew that the God of War was afraid that if Black Adam were released, he would first destroy the forces under his command and then defeat Kwek, thus preventing a war between the two countries and spoiling his mood.

"In a while, I will let your Kandak win once."

"Thank you for your leniency, Your Majesty."

……

Under the bright moonlight, the sea surface rippled like scattered silver, and the sound of the waves was soothing and tranquil.

But many Amazons are destined to have a sleepless night.

On the watchtower of the palace situated by the sea, Hippolyta, her brow furrowed with worry, ordered her people to bring out two artifacts she had long treasured. First, a dark gold shield was presented.

"This round shield is called the Divine Power Shield."

Diana took the heavy shield, her eyes slightly brightening, and ran her hand over the classical patterns on the shield's front that resembled rays of sunlight.

What a beautiful shield, magnificent yet dignified.

"Although it was not made by the god of fire."

But it's made of the same material as your protective silver bracelet, both forged from divine metal.

Hippolyta introduces her to her daughter.

"It is indestructible and can protect you from attacks by the gods."

The weapons of the gods are all forged from divine metals, and this shield truly deserves to be called a divine artifact.

During the day, Hippolyta proposed to David that if he could accomplish an unparalleled feat and slay Ares, the god of war, the Amazons would worship David as their king, just as they would any other god.

She later suggested that her daughters Diana and David accompany her.

"After the god is killed, his divine body will dissipate between heaven and earth, and will not be allowed to be desecrated by mortals. My daughter, the princess of the Amazon tribe, will help you and serve as a witness to your killing of the god of war."

The god was murdered, his body vanished, leaving no trace.

The Amazons would only be convinced if the princess verified it herself.

"My Diana..."

Under the moonlight, Hippolyta stroked her daughter's face with a complex expression.

Her daughter never left the island after she was born, living a carefree life, never participating in any disputes or real battles.

"On their first trip off the island, they will face the evil and terrifying Ares."

Moreover, she had to travel with a powerful and ambitious person with ulterior motives. As a mother, she wished she could take his place, but unfortunately, she didn't have the ability to do so.

"Don't worry.

Pray for me, Mother.

Touching the shield in her hand, Diana showed no fear, her fighting spirit soaring. Under the moonlight, she resembled a female warrior carved from white jade, exuding heroic spirit.

"I will return to Paradise Island in glory!"

The thought of fighting against a powerful war god from mythology and potentially participating in the great feat of slaying a god filled her with excitement.

"I hope this shield will protect you."

Facing her innocent and naive daughter, Hippolyta sighed inwardly and then solemnly took a beautiful divine sword from her hand.

"This...this is..."

Diana had seen this sword before. The Amazons even built a tower to protect it, making it the most precious collection of the Amazons that she knew of, and no one was allowed to approach it.

She had never seen this divine sword so close before, and couldn't help but reach out to touch its cold, hard blade.

"It is called the Sword of the God of Fire."

Two evil dragons serve as the hilt, holding the sword blade engraved with ancient and mysterious patterns. The thin blade can cut a hair with a breath and slice through iron like mud.

"It is named after the god of fire, Hephaestus, and is one of his most powerful creations, capable of splitting everything in the world."

"everything?"

Diana's eyes flickered as she thought of the man who was currently sleeping peacefully in their clan's palace.

She and her people tried their best but couldn't inflict any damage on him. They wondered if this divine sword could break through his defenses.

"It can help you kill Ares."

"Wasn't killing Ares a test for that man named David?"

Taking the sword, Diana swung it twice with obvious delight. The extremely thin and sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, producing a series of low whistling sounds.

She looked puzzled when she heard her mother's words.

At the end of the day in the palace, the man casually mentioned his name, saying that the Amazons needed to know the name of their future ruler.

His arrogant demeanor, which treated the Amazons as if they were already his, made the Amazons resentful.

Hippolyta instructed her subordinates to keep the last artifact and dismissed everyone else.