Ares, God of War

A huge storm spewed out of Typhon's mouth. It clenched its fist and threw a punch at Ares. Ares smiled fearlessly, and made a fist with his backhand. The fist was surrounded by red lightning. Typhon blasted at him.

The disproportionately large and small fists collided together, and a shock wave composed of storms and lightning burst out, but what is surprising is that the result of this fist fight was that Typhon, the most powerful titan, was slightly inferior.

It staggered back, then looked at Ares with shocked eyes, and murmured: "How is this possible? You have become so strong?"

"Nothing is impossible, you are several versions behind, Mr. Typhon."

Ares sighed:

"Sure enough, you are hopeless, you are not even qualified to be a whetstone for me. Just wait, someone will come and deal with you later."

Chapter 315. The Ghost of Sparta

In a strange heat, Kratos opened his eyes.

His whole body was covered in cold sweat, his consciousness was drowsy, his eyes turned black, and he almost fell asleep again, but he still remembered what he was doing before he fell into a coma. Hometown Sparta.

"Typhon, Typhon..."

Regardless of the heavy injuries on his body, the Spartan stood up from the ground and stumbled towards Sparta.

Strangely, the place where he was unconscious seemed to be very close to the city-state of Sparta. After stepping out of a low forest, he directly saw the city wall in the distance. Not only that, he also saw a group of people climbing Sparta. The monster that reached the city wall, under the leadership of Ares, the god of war, is attacking the city of Sparta.

"stop--"

The urgency in his heart drove the anger, and Kratos suddenly felt that there seemed to be a flame burning in his chest. Sparta in the distance.

For some unknown reason, Kratos felt as if his body had come alive. The drowsier his consciousness was, the stronger and faster his body became, and his vision dimmed. The surrounding monsters all turned into shadowy black shadows, but the red tattoos on their bodies became hot and bright, as if they were the only light source in this dim world.

He came to the city wall of Sparta in the blink of an eye. The black shadows clinging to the wall saw him and jumped towards him one after another, but he tore it into pieces with both hands, or Throwing it on the city wall casually, it fell into a puddle of mud.

The city wall of Sparta has been opened, and countless black shadows are raging in the city. Kratos is anxious, worried about the safety of his wife and daughter, so he raises his spirits and drives his body, which is increasingly not listening to him, to speed up. Hurry to your home.

All the dark shadows on the road who dared to block his way forward were all torn to pieces by him, and Kratos quickly rushed to his house in the center of Sparta.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call out the names of his wife and daughter, but just when he wanted to happen, he felt a thirsty feeling in his throat, and the syllables he uttered eventually turned into a hoarse gasping sound.

He could only slam the door open and walked into the house.

On the dark floor of the house, a huge and bright red flower suddenly appeared, and Kratos also smelled the familiar pungent smell in his nose. The "flower" on the ground was blood, and its branches Dry, is spreading to the direction of the bedroom at home.

He stumbled into the bedroom, and he didn't know how many bottles and cans in the house he smashed along the way. However, when he saw the scene in the bedroom, Kratos only saw three twisted black figures standing In the bedroom, on their beds, there is also an even bigger flower of blood.

When witnessing this shocking scene, Kratos's mind was really stunned.

What followed was a hot, turbulent anger that seemed to burn even himself, bursting out from his heart.

What happened after that, even Kratos himself didn't know.

He heard the screams of women and children vaguely in his ears, and he heard a majestic, somewhat familiar old man's voice, constantly yelling at him, and he didn't know when he held his own weapon in his hands The Blade of Chaos, and then, he felt that he had stabbed deeply into the chest of one of the shadows with the Blade of Chaos.

At this moment, Kratos suddenly felt a shock in his head, awakening his consciousness that was almost sinking.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a familiar voice in his ear, panting with some pain, saying to him:

"Kratos... are you awake?"

The appearance of this voice was like a bucket of cold water pouring directly from Kratos' head, which made him sober all of a sudden.

The world in front of him regained its color, but the first sight he entered was the hell for Kratos.

The house was ignited by the flames, and all kinds of furniture were burned. The broken tiles, broken bricks and burning wooden boards continued to collapse from the ceiling because of the burning of the flames.

Not far away, his wife and daughter fell on the cold floor, their clothes were already stained red with blood, and standing in front of him was a hale and healthy old man, but at this moment, the old man His chest has also been stained red with hot blood, with a pair of blades inserted into his chest, and Kratos holds the handles of the pair of blades with both hands.

The old man's blood was like hot lava, and Kratos couldn't help but let go of the blood-stained knife handle. He felt his hands were hot, and he almost lost consciousness, and his knees softened, and he almost knelt down fell to the ground.

But the old man, who was exhausted, stretched out his still strong arms, supported his body, and prevented him from kneeling down.

"teacher--"

Kratos murmured his lips, and in the end he could only say these words tremblingly:

"sorry."

"It's not your fault, Kratos."

The old man spoke weakly, forcibly swallowed the blood gushing out of his mouth, and whispered in Kratos' ear:

"All of this is arranged by the gods... Cough, go, go and resist the gods, you have such power."

After finishing speaking, the old man suddenly exerted force, and a burst of magic power suddenly burst out in his hand, and then pushed Kratos out.

"Do not--"

The Spartan twirled and flew out of his house. He tried his best to stretch out his palm towards his house, but he could only watch the burning beams slowly fall down, killing the old man and his wife and daughter. His figure was covered by the flames.

In the blind corner of Kratos' sight, where he couldn't see, the seriously injured old man touched the two huge scars on his chest, and then took a sharp breath.

"Being stabbed by the blade of chaos is really fucking painful. It seems that this body can't be used anymore."

He turned his head, looked at the unconscious mother and daughter lying on the ground, and then slowly raised his hand to them.

The great priest of Sparta unscrupulously squeezed the last trace of vitality in this body, and then transformed it into magic power, turned it into a teleportation circle, and teleported the unconscious mother and daughter away from this place. Then, amidst a burst of sighs, he sat cross-legged on the spot, and swallowed the last breath of this body in the raging sea of ​​flames.

Outside the sea of ​​fire, the Spartan still did not leave his house. He knelt on the ground in front of the house, not knowing what he was thinking.

Slowly, some white ashes began to float in the sea of ​​flames. The Spartans who were often on the battlefield knew that this kind of ashes were the ashes of the dead bodies after they were burned by the flames.