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Ares stared blankly at Leon's fist.

The fist is glowing!

That is the radiance of the sun!

The golden light enveloped Ares, and the intense heat, far exceeding that of flames, scorched his body.

"So this is ah……"

At that moment, Ares understood everything.

This is the power of the otherworldly god named Li Ang, a power that I can never reach, an unattainable power.

It turns out the other person never looked down on me; the gap between us was just that big to begin with.

"Am I really a clown...?"

Ares smiled with relief.

Although Ares still clings to a sliver of life, he is certain that he is about to die.

Strangely, Ares accepted the result quite calmly at this moment.

"As a war god, dying on the battlefield is something I can die without regret. But... Li Ang, you are far from winning... Father..."

Ares reached out, wanting to touch the dazzling golden light in his final moments.

How beautiful... Is this the sun?

These were Ares' last thoughts before his consciousness faded into darkness.

Ares, the god of war, has fallen.

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P.S.: I don't know why, but while writing this, I imagined some really awful scenes:

Low emotional intelligence: Ares was utterly defeated. (Secretary's face)

High EQ: You're already dead... (Kenshiro face)

Ugh, I feel so guilty. (* /ω＼*)

Chapter 69 Men are boys until they die; Li Ang is still a leg fetishist after all.

A pirate ship is setting sail on the sea, heading towards the plain where Zeus resides.

"Drake, are you alright?"

Ritsuka was somewhat worried about Drake, who was piloting the Golden Hind.

"Don't worry, there's no problem if we're just sailing the ship and not directly participating in the battle."

Drake laughed heartily, not taking his injury to heart at all.

“After all, Jason has gone to help Achilles, so you definitely need an experienced captain to guide you, don’t you?”

"Even if you say that, Sister Drake..."

"Master, you need to be more optimistic. After all, you're the hero who's going to save humanity." Drake pointed ahead. "Look at this little guy, isn't he pretty optimistic?"

"Meow~ Meow~ Meow~"

Phil stood at the bow of the boat, excitedly scrambling at the rain with his paws.

Phil seems very happy.

Mashu smiled when she saw Phil was so happy.

“After all, Phil is a dragon.”

"Meow meow~"

Phil called out to Ritsuka twice, seemingly to indicate that Ritsuka was right.

"Fufu~"

Fou, who was nestled on Mashu's chest, gave Phil a disgusted look, rolled her eyes, and twisted around a couple of times, trying to bury herself deeper into the marshmallow.

Ritsuka picked up Phil, who was frolicking on the deck, and held him in her arms.

"Meow?"

"Sorry, Phil. It's not your time to shine yet, so please be patient."

Ritsuka gently wiped the water droplets off the black cat and whispered comfortingly.

For Phil to transform into a dragon, both rain and thunder must be present.

There's no problem when Li Ang is around, since rain and lightning are the most basic uses of the ? and ? runes.

Of course, in this battlefield that is like Ragnarok, it is not difficult to meet these two conditions.

Under the influence of the ocean goddess Tethys, the rain will certainly not stop unless she falls or the war ends.

As for thunder...

Once Zeus enters the battlefield, there will certainly be no shortage of lightning and thunder.

"So just bear with it a little longer, Phil, it'll be your time to make your grand entrance soon."

"Meow meow~"

Phil called out sweetly.

Ritsuka looked at the mountain where Zeus was, a determined expression on her face.

"This time we must succeed; one failure is enough."

Just as Ritsuka was thinking this, a golden light suddenly shone on the distant horizon.

It started as a small dot, but quickly swelled into a golden fireball.

At that moment, the sound disappeared.

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The torrent of light engulfed everything, and Ritsuka only felt something whistling past her.

Whether it was the land or the sea, everything was swallowed by the light, spreading towards the distant coastline.

Then came the explosion of the golden fireball, which gilded the dark clouds in the sky.

Such a magnificent sight is merely the effect of the golden orb exploding.

Under Li Ang's control, the direct destructive power of the golden ball was limited to a very small range.

But soon, the aftershocks of the golden sphere's explosion revealed to everyone just how terrifying the sun's nuclear fusion truly was.

Drake was the first to react. Sensing something in the sea breeze, she quickly steered the ship and warned the others, "The shockwave from the explosion is coming! Hold on tight!"

However, Drake underestimated the impact of his words. The energy released by the golden sun even dispelled the clouds in half of the sky, turning half of the battlefield into a sunny day.

It should be noted that these rain clouds were not formed naturally; they were all blessed by the divine power of Tethys, and even Hera could not dispel them.

Even though Drake reacted quickly, immediately steering the Golden Hind into the shadow of the mountain to shield the ship, the impact of the explosion was still greater than she had anticipated.

The violent shock from the explosion wasn't the most unpleasant part; what was truly deadly was the powerful pulling force that dragged everyone a distance in the opposite direction of the blast's impact.

This simultaneous pulling by two opposing forces left everyone on the battlefield dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish east from west for a moment.

"This is way too exaggerated! It's like creating a sun!" Drake exclaimed through gritted teeth. "Which god did this? Helios? Or Apollo?"

But Drake had no energy left to complain, as a strong current was churning the ship, and she had to hold on tightly to the rudder to keep the Golden Hind from being swept away.

If someone were to look from the air at this moment, they would see a huge hole in the sea surface, hundreds of meters in diameter.

The nearby seawater is rushing rapidly into the hole, filling the void.

Not only the seawater, but everything else was like that too. It was as if the golden sphere of light had destroyed everything in its original place, creating a vacuum sphere that needed something to fill it back in.

Such a spectacle left all the witnesses speechless; whether they were gods or not, they were all terrified by the effect produced by the golden fireball.

To be honest, this move might not even be as destructive as the God King's sword that cleaved the continent in two.

But the aftershocks of the fireball were far more intense and terrifying than the slash itself.

"It's really scary..."

At the mountaintop, the two gods who witnessed the masterpiece of the golden fireball did not look too good.

Hermes, the messenger of the gods, patted Apollo on the shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Can you do that?"

Apollo's lips twitched; the god, usually known for his handsome smile, now wore an expression of terror.

"Don't joke around. Although I have the power of light and the sun, I can't do that."

Apollo is best known in later generations for his authority as the god of light, but in ancient Greece, his most important power was that of the god of art, just as his sister Artemis was worshipped as the goddess of the hunt at that time.

This divine power of art endowed Apollo with a perfect appearance and exceptional artistic talent, which also influenced his use of the power of light.

Although Apollo is very powerful, ranking among the top in combat among the twelve Olympian gods, due to the influence of art and aesthetics, he was destined not to be able to directly show the most violent side of the sun like Leon.

One could argue that this crude approach did not conform to Apollo's aesthetics, or that Apollo could not do it because it was not beautiful.

"Looks like the guy who used this move is pretty scary... huh?"

Hermes looked down the mountain, and the golden pirate ship immediately caught his attention.

"Tsk, Chaldea."

Hermes frowned in displeasure.

"Let's go, Apollo. Enemies are coming."

Apollo refused, saying, "What enemy is more important than that person?"

“Only the God-King can deal with those kinds of people. We need to deal with the enemies below the mountain.” Hermes curled his lips in disdain. “If you’re afraid, you can stay here.”

After saying this, Hermes leaped off the mountaintop.

“Who would be afraid?”

Apollo glanced back one last time at the spot where the golden sun had exploded before catching up with Hermes.

On the Golden Hind, the Chaldea group, who had been thrown about by "Little Sun," were still lying on the deck.

"Is everyone okay?"

Ritsuka rubbed her still-aching head and asked in a muffled voice.

"Senior, are you alright...?"

"Watch out, the enemy is coming!"

Hercules, who was the first to stand up, sensed the attack from the two chief gods and raised his fists to punch them.

"Haha~"

Hermes skillfully dodged it.

Apollo reached out and caught the fist.