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Chapter 618 Raise the Unyielding Sword to the God of War

This was not the first time that Perfecto had faced a god, nor was it the first time that he had faced the God of War, but this time was slightly different.

She felt as if she had come to a huge arena, and a huge god was leaning on one end of the arena. Its huge body even used the outer wall of the entire circular arena as a backrest. While sitting sideways, it put one arm on the top of the outer wall of the arena, just like sitting on a long sofa.

Perfect looked around and couldn't help but be surprised by the size of the arena.

This was a rather magnificent prototype arena, similar in shape to the famous ancient Roman Colosseum in the original world, but the competition performance area where she was currently located was ridiculously large.

Just by visual inspection, Perfecto judged that there was enough space here to accommodate two of her mansions, with a square in front of them.

This area is probably equivalent to more than a dozen football fields in the original world.

There are more than thirty floors of auditoriums around here, which looks like a large stadium that can accommodate tens or even hundreds of thousands of spectators.

One can imagine how lively and noisy it will be when this place is filled with audiences.

But now the entire arena was eerily quiet, as if only Perfect and the giant god in front of him were there.

Not only that, the entire arena must have been magnificent and majestic in the past, but now it looks desolate and dilapidated. Not only is the building itself damaged, but even half of the auditorium has collapsed. It looks more like it has been violently destroyed by something.

But even so, standing in the arena and looking at the traces of swords under his feet, Perfecto could still feel the prosperity of the past, as well as the blood and will shed by the gladiators who fought here.

However, she remained indifferent to this. She just looked up at the huge god and said, "I never thought that the former God of War Arena would be so dilapidated and desolate."

"Gods also decline and die. Nothing in the world is eternal." The God of War responded to Perficot's words, his voice sounded like the collision of swords: "When the Age of Gods declined, this place was attacked. Not only me, but other gods' realms were also attacked by humans. Otherwise, why do you think the gods left? They just lost the battle."

"Humans have broken through the realm of the gods? It seems that I have heard some very remarkable information." Perfect showed an interested expression. It was obvious that she was very concerned about the news of how humans broke through the realm of the gods in the mythological era.

But the God of War did not continue on this topic, but said to Perfect, "The beast you created is very powerful. Even the gods of the past could not create a combat puppet with the flesh and blood of an ancient beast. You are indeed amazing!

If it were in the mythological era, I'm afraid all the gods would rush to make you their subordinate god, so that you could gain greater glory and more faith."

"If it were the mythological era, I would definitely be a member of the crusade against the gods. My wisdom only serves humanity itself, not a group of slave owners who only treat humans as livestock." Perfectot's words of refusal were very decisive. After all, when facing a god, any loosening of words could lead to a wavering of will.

The God of War sensed Perfecto's faith and immediately laughed heartily again.

His arms were slapping directly on the outer wall of the arena, just like an ordinary person slapping a sofa when laughing.

The already dilapidated outer wall of the arena suddenly became even more damaged, but the God of War simply waved his hand and repaired that part.

Noticing this, Perfecto raised her eyebrows. She guessed that the reason the arena was in such a dilapidated state was not because the God of War didn't want to repair it, but because he couldn't repair it.

Perfect had some guesses as to the reasons for this result, but she hadn't figured out some things yet.

But before she could think more, the God of War leaned down, put his huge head closer to her, and continued: "I admire you more and more, little girl! The strong will only swing the sword against the stronger, and the weak will only swing the sword against the weaker.

Your will is filled with the determination to challenge the gods. This is good, really good! Even in the Age of Gods, your will alone can win my favor and become a new god. "

"Thank you for your help. I have no interest in becoming a god." Perfect refused directly.

But the God of War was not annoyed by Perficot’s attitude, he just smiled and said: “You think you are angry that we treat humans as livestock because you are a member of the human race.

But when the status of gods becomes the status of nobility among you humans, what is the difference between you and us?

Aren't you also an exploiter who enjoys everything you have now by exploiting others? What is the difference between you and me? "

If we talk only from the perspective of oppression and exploitation, there is indeed not much difference between gods and nobles. Both are exploiters anyway, just with different objects of exploitation and methods of exploitation.

Anyone else might not be able to refute this statement, but to Perfect, it was just meaningless sophistry.

She responded directly: "It is true that the nobles are exploiters, but at least they still see themselves as members of the human race. The people who are oppressed and exploited by us are still our sacred and inviolable property!

As a noble, I can squeeze every last drop of money out of them, but when they are threatened and violated, I will do everything I can to protect my people, because this is the duty of a noble!

I have learned from the God of Wisdom that the earliest gods were worshipped and believed in because they protected humans. The original meaning of your existence was to protect humans from various ancient beasts and other dangers that threatened human survival. But when the gods raised their thrones to the sky, you regarded the people you were supposed to protect as livestock, killing and oppressing them wantonly!

Even the dumbest nobles would remember to leave the last bit of food for the serfs to survive the winter! You are worse than the nobles! Not to mention, I never admit that I am a noble!"

"It's really an irrefutable statement! But it's true that you are not a noble. Even if you have been living an aristocratic life, your essence is still that soul from another world." The God of War seemed to see through Perfecto and directly revealed her essence.

However, Perfect didn’t feel anything about it, and he wasn’t nervous about his secret being exposed. He just said nonchalantly, “Yes, I am indeed a time traveler, and if you can understand the meaning of this identity, you will know that I was born to overthrow all oppression and injustice!
I may not have been able to do so in the past, but when I have this power, all exploitation and oppression will be my enemies!
Nobles or gods, you are nothing but dregs that should be swept into the garbage dump of history. Why do you want to revive your existence here?"

Perfectot's words went straight to the point, and as she spoke, her eyes were fixed directly on the god in front of her, without any fear at all.

The God of War was even more satisfied with this. He clapped his hands and applauded Perfect and said with a smile, "Well said! You should indeed sweep us scum into the garbage dump, but what about you? Aren't you also a noble who oppresses and exploits ordinary people? Your hands are also stained with blood. You don't think you are special and can ignore this, right?"

"Of course not. I know clearly my identity. I also know that I am a noble and an oppressor who should be overthrown. So I have already prepared my ending and funeral for myself! If you didn't want to destroy the world, perhaps I would have completed my plan at this moment and ignited a fire that would burn all oppression and injustice in this world!" Perfecto generously admitted that he should be overthrown, and even bluntly stated that he had already prepared his ending.

To this end, she even deliberately left many loopholes and help, leaving the New World's rule with opportunities to prosper.

"You want to be a martyr? It seems that those ideas are more fascinating and unswerving than the beliefs of the gods!" The God of War sighed, but then said: "But it is precisely because of your will that you can win my favor. Your will is like a sharp sword, enough to cut off all the shackles that hinder you, even if the shackles are yourself."

"Because in my world, countless pioneers have already done all this with their blood and lives, so what if I do one more? It is the greatest honor to walk with the martyrs, even though what I have done is far from being able to walk shoulder to shoulder with them." Perfect shrugged, looking calm and unhurried.

The God of War couldn't help but admire Perfecto more and more, but he didn't say anything else. He suddenly reached out and took out something from the ruins of a collapsed building nearby, and then threw it in front of Perfecto.

It was a sword that looked very simple, but it carried an extraordinary and noble temperament.

It had no scabbard, and even the blade was covered with scars, as if it had experienced countless battles.

Looking at the sword, Perfectoct seemed to see the figure of a king who had gone through countless hardships and obstacles but still moved forward steadfastly.

"This sword is for you. You deserve it." The God of War had no idea that this was aiding the enemy. He even laughed as he introduced this simple long sword: "It once belonged to a leader of your human race in the mythological era. He used this sword to kill ancient beasts, fight against natural disasters, and lead humans to overthrow the rule of the Church of the Gods. He also raised this sword to the sky and launched a rebellion against the gods.

It is a king's sword that symbolizes resistance and indomitable spirit. You are qualified to possess it and to raise it again! I only hope that you can strengthen your faith and one day stand before me with your own strength and raise this sword to me."

"So why? Even if you are the God of War, you should be a member of the gods, right? Shouldn't I be your biggest enemy?" Perfect drew out the sword, pointed it directly at the God of War, and then questioned him.

"Because I am the God of War, I long for battle!" The God of War's answer was very God of War-like, and He even stood up for it.

The body as tall as a mountain directly blocked the sky, and even forced Perfect to raise his head completely to see where the head of the God of War was.

But the voice of the God of War reached Perfect's ears clearly: "I once fought with the previous owner of this sword. It was the most exciting battle in my life. It's a pity that he didn't fight with me to the end and died in a shameless sneak attack!

I have always longed to experience such a battle again, but no one can have the pure and unyielding will like him and raise the sword of resistance against me!
You are the only one in many years! I once thought that there would never be another human being who made me so happy, but your appearance made me change my view of human beings!

Maybe at first I just wanted to have another smart champion, but you convinced me with your will that you are qualified to be my opponent and you are qualified to raise that sword!"

"Really? Then just wait and see! Wait for me to chop off your head with this sword one day!" Perfect said loudly, then she turned around and returned to reality.

The female champion still stood in front of Perfecto, as if the long conversation she had just had with the God of War was just a moment.

Seeing that there was suddenly a sword in Perfect's hand, the Ares' female champion was stunned for a moment, and then said in disbelief: "This is impossible! You were able to escape from the Ares's domain unscathed and get this sword! This is impossible! No one is qualified to lift this sword of rebellion!"

"Sword of Rebellion? It is indeed an apt name. How can a sword that rebels against the gods not be a sword of rebellion?" Perfect was very satisfied with the name, and immediately pointed the Sword of Rebellion at the female champion: "No one is qualified to lift this sword? Indeed, a fellow like you who surrenders to the gods is indeed not qualified to lift this sword that symbolizes mankind's indomitable spirit and resistance!
Only those who have an unyielding will and dare to say no even to the gods are qualified to lift it! Or in other words, any human who dares to say no to the gods is qualified to lift it, but you guys who are kneeling down are not qualified!"

The female champion was rendered speechless by Perfectcot's retort.

In the era when she lived, the story of this sword was once widely circulated. According to legend, whoever picked up this sword would have power comparable to that of gods, so countless so-called heroes and brave men embarked on the journey to find this sword.

She also wanted to pull out the sword.

However, when she first saw the sword inserted next to the throne in the God of War's domain, she did not pay attention to this seemingly inconspicuous sword, but knelt down before the mighty God of War, and forever lost the qualification to lift this sword.

(End of this chapter)