I became the Great Old One

In the magnificent temple, Zeus sat on his throne, staring at Ares who knelt before him.

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

But to be honest, Zeus does not like this version of himself. Any god on Mount Olympus can sense this, and this dislike initially came from the terrible prophecy.

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

The feeling of disgust became stronger, even tainted with a little fear.

Zeus did not agree directly.

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

"The Eastern Continent?"

Ares raised his head and looked at Zeus with a puzzled look on his face: "Did you go to the Eastern Continent to avoid Typhon?"

"No, it's not like that." Zeus's face seemed to be covered with a layer of thunder, his expression was hidden in the lightning, and the momentum emanating from his body became more and more surging: "It was a longer time ago, do you remember?"

"In the Dragon Dynasty, the mortal hero named Donis is said to have died in your hands."

Zeus reminded.

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

Zeus led the Olympian gods to the mysterious Eastern Continent. More than a dozen main gods turned into birds and beasts, hiding in the Dragon Society. Even Quetzalcoatl and the goddess of wisdom Ergani could not find their traces.

Zeus stayed in the dragon society for more than ten years. During these ten years, he learned a lot of taboo knowledge.

The most critical point is Ares' experience in the Eastern Continent.

But Zeus did not know the whole story.

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

The dragon hero named Dones was killed by Ares. After that conflict, Ares himself should have been seriously injured, but later Ares did not know what taboos he encountered.

He suddenly disappeared from Zeus's perception.

Zeus was also deeply saddened by the death of his offspring, but he never expected that soon after Ares' death.

A new Ares was born again on the Holy Mountain of Olympus.

Not only the birth of Ares.

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

"Eastern Continent, Dones..."

Ares fell into deep thought as Zeus reminded him.

Some sealed memories gradually emerged in his consciousness.

Following closely was the unbearable heat that seemed to burn his body. Endless flames enveloped him, as if he was trapped in the abyss of hell. Ares covered his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared terribly.

"I don't remember!"

Ares roared, "No, I still remember! The primordial fire...what happened!?"

The young god was tortured by the immense pain. He covered his head with all his strength, trying to relieve the burning pain in his soul in this way, but the ten strong and powerful knuckles like copper pillars had already penetrated deeply into Ares' brain, and the mellow blood flowed out of the wound along with the pale brain matter.

If he continued, Ares would crack his head alive.

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

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

But it had to stop here.

He had once received the help of the goddess of wisdom Ergani to fight against his cruel father Kronos.

Therefore, Zeus deeply understood how terrible and powerful the beautiful goddess was. In such a situation, every god in the pantheon was a crucial helper.

Not to mention that Ares was a powerful existence that was strong enough to rank in the top five.

"Enough!"

Zeus waved the scepter in his hand.

A blazing thunder fell from the twisted sky and exploded on the sacred Mount Olympus.

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

Under the thunder, Ares came back to his senses from his frenzy.

He grinned, with a nervous smile on his face, looking at the figure on the throne, muttering: "I don't remember, father."

"Forget it."

Zeus said: "Do what you want to do. Those dragons have stayed on our land for too long. It's time to make them pay."

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

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

...

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

Everyone knew that a god on the holy mountain of Olympus was walking among the people.

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

After hearing Paris' voice.

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

Ares was a rude and barbaric god. He did not care about the lives and etiquette of these mortals.

His hairy chest was filled with a desire for blood and slaughter.

He had been restrained by Zeus for too long, and now he couldn't wait to lead the army, take the lives of every dragonborn with a cruel war, harvest their souls, and listen to their wails when they were dying.

"Order your army to attack the dragonborn army on the other side now! I want to annihilate them all." Ares pointed the sword in his hand at Paris and ordered.

But facing the will of the gods, Paris was hesitant.

He said, "Honorable God, now is not a good time to start a war."

"The Oedipus River is in flood season, and the river is turbulent and fierce. Taking the initiative to cross the river will expose our soldiers to the enemy's range, which is not conducive to marching and fighting. More importantly, a terrible plague is shrouding the city, and many soldiers are weak and unable to fight. It's better to wait..."

Snap!

Ares no longer has the patience to listen.

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

"Either fight or die!" Ares' eyes were bloodshot, and his tall figure was shrouded in the pale moonlight, like a demon descending to the world.