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Chi!

The open wound spread all the way to his chest. Hermes squirmed and wanted to back away. The faded man dropped the organ in his hand. Regardless of the begging for mercy in his eyes, he stepped forward to lift Hermes' leg and swung his sword to chop it off.

The shoes are fine, but they are mine now.

Chapter 59 The Will of Vengeance (First order required)

slap~

Pulling out the remaining limbs, the faded man held the exquisite flying shoes, intending to give them to the fireproof girl.

'Keep it well by yourself. '

Shaking her head and refusing, the flying shoes are useless to her, but they are reserved for the faded ones to be of greater value, and the fire-proof woman will not take away the spoils of the faded ones, and said to her: "When the battle is over, I will take you to find Heffie." Storrs, let him fix it for you. '

Then settle your mind and concentrate on dealing with the holy fire.

'Zeus - save, save me...'

Hermes, whose legs were cut off, lost the medium to maintain his existence, and struggled to get Zeus to save him, but Zeus had no time to care about him.

Any creature will feel fear, fear, and pain when facing death, and God is no exception.

The head was tilted, the hair was as pale as gold, and gradually withered. As Hermes turned into a mosquito representing the plague and dissipated, the life of a god ended.

The Fireproof Girl seized this power and threw herself into the holy fire. The holy fire flickered, and finally she couldn't resist.

"waste."

Unexpectedly, Hermes could lose his life even for such a trivial matter, Zeus cursed.

"You still care about yourself!"

Kratos punched Zeus in the face, and hammered back what he wanted to say. He didn't give in, and the more he fought, the more courageous he was, and the more surging his will.

"Whoo~"

The muscles all over the body are continuously stretched and tightened, steam is emitted, and they become more powerful.

And as the holy fire was stripped away by the Fireproof Girl, Zeus's power became weaker and weaker, and his thunder and lightning were no longer sharp, and no longer had the momentum of breaking a bamboo.

Zeus changed the rhythm of the battle and gave up the attack. The Golden Fleece kept blocking Kratos' attack, and the lightning gathered in his hands, intending to accumulate strength to give Kratos a fatal blow.

"Finally, it's here!"

Every part of the body is like broken porcelain, with cracks appearing, the holy fire is gushing out, and it is still struggling, but the fire-proof girl has already taken it into her bag, and it is only a matter of time before she tames him.

"Go help Gilgamesh."

No longer needing to be guarded, the Fireproof Girl handed over the golden net to the faded one, asking her to help others. No one can get close to her with the thin golden yellow and blazing flames on her body.

Tried to open the Pandora's box, and sure enough, there was nothing in it. The fire girl accepted the precious material, and then looked at the battlefield between Zeus and Kratos.

The sun is rising, but they are about to decide the winner.

Kratos will win!

The wrestling ends at this moment.

The thunder and lightning that Zeus had accumulated early on was going to be extinguished by the holy flame. Kratos' attention was attracted and he shot it. Unexpectedly, Kratos didn't care about Pandora's Box at all.

The violent thunderbolt was picked up from the ground by the fireproof woman, and the whip of Nemesis driven by it was sucked clean.

"Why, aren't you curious about what's in the box?"

Zeus' cleverness turned out to be self-defeating, and he completely lost the initiative in the battle.

"Of course I'm not curious."

Kratos waved his iron fist, pulling Zeus's arms, and the fire of hope ignited in his pupils.

The invincible golden body has been broken, just like the number of people on both sides of the tug-of-war has been inexplicably reduced by half. Zeus finally couldn't afford the consumption of fighting Kratos. In his incredible shout, he lost.

The strong arms were broken and pressed against the pillar behind him.

"Because He's always with me!"

The Holy Mountain of Olympus has accumulated a large number of thunderclouds. He released his power frantically, but it didn't work. Zeus was eager to reverse the disadvantage.

But useless!

The released divine power was drained by the whip of Nemesis, and the holy flame of Olympus, which was the source of energy, was also accepted by the Fireproof Woman.

In melee combat, Zeus is no longer an opponent of Kratos who is dominated by boundless anger, not to mention that he still has that power.

"No, Kratos, how could you, how are you qualified to use this power."

Zeus has been cornered, he casts thunder again, and the furious thunder finally pushes the whip of Nemesis to its limit.

This artifact, which was about to be born not long ago, wailed and gradually collapsed in the sea of ​​thunder. The most destructive power finally came to Kratos.

"What do you think? Zeus, you think I'm just a beast dazzled by hatred?"

Thunder and lightning scraped across the body like a razor, removing the skin and muscles, as if he couldn't feel the pain, Kratos grinned, picked up Zeus's head, pressed it hard against the wall, and then kicked hard.

Boom!

The originally weak dome finally reached its limit, and it let out an overwhelmed wail, and collapsed, burying the bodies of the dead.

Kratos dragged his badly injured body forward. He stood in an incredible way, and walked towards Zeus in the ruins. He started with firm steps, and his movements were not out of shape, as if the slowly healing wounds on his body were illusions.

I have met friends who are reliable enough. They are either serious, cute, talkative, or clumsy. They may have selfishness, but more or less, they are all helping me in their own way.

Continuing to fight with Zeus, when his fists collided, Kratos' palms smelled of scorching,

On the long road of pursuing revenge, I have time to calm down and think about my life, my past, and my future.

I learned not to involve too many people in revenge, I tried to restrain my anger, I learned to ask where the power comes from.

Yes, no wonder I was able to kill gods all the way with the body of a demigod. Why did I manage to save myself countless times after going through all kinds of difficulties? It turns out that the most powerful force in the world has already resided in me.

I know that hope has been with me since I opened that box and never left.

Kratos was injured more seriously than Zeus, his calf was broken, and his chest was pierced by a thunderbolt, but he could always stand up in an almost impossible way again and again, attacking Zeus again and again.

Kratos moved forward again and crashed into Zeus' arms.

The Blade of Chaos carved a wound for Zeus from bottom to top, extending from the hip bone all the way to the jaw.

The power of hope gathers in the hand, it is so divine and dazzling, it presents a different light in anyone's eyes, this is the greatest power of Olympus.

Kratos raised his fists high and slammed Zeus's face fiercely. The light was blazing white, which was the color he most wanted to see in his heart. He would bring the power to purify everything, purify his hatred, and then purify this source of hatred.

One punch, another punch!

Kratos roared, and Zeus was crushed under him without any resistance, bearing the retribution that should have come long ago.

"Hiss~ha!"

As if unable to bear the burning of hope any longer, the black plague exhaled from Zeus's mouth. It screamed, wanting to stay away from this light. It is so dark and deep, just looking at it makes people feel boundless malice.

Chapter 60 I hope never to leave (seeking the first order)

That is the power of fear.

It is the remnant of the emotions of countless souls who died in the battle of the gods, and it is also the chief culprit that made Zeus do such absurd things. Naturally, the Fireproof Girl will not let it survive and harm the world. incorporated into the body.

"Chuck~"

The weak Zeus raised his hand, wanting to negotiate, and wanted Kratos to let him go, but he was speechless. Kratos didn't intend to let him go, and still punched Zeus in the face.

It was too late, from when Kratos was born, Zeus tried to manipulate Kratos' fate in order to maintain his rule.

There was no reconciliation between them.

This punch, for my mother.

This punch is for my brother.

This punch is for my wife and daughter.

If Zeus can restrain his desire, if Zeus can not regard the so-called curse as a scourge, if they were not taken away by the army when they were young, but a majestic father returned with hope.

So my life will be different.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Standing up and shaking off the remaining blood, the holy sword of Olympus appeared in his hand. The bloody face could no longer be seen from its original appearance. Kratos inserted it into the gods' seat in front of Zeus. King's body.

This sword, for all the sins you have committed.

The sharp blade pierced in, and Kratos moved forward slowly with all his strength, Zeus grabbed Kratos' arm tightly with one hand, the muscles were torn apart, and the meridians were pulled out from under the skin.

The skin was scalded by lightning to emit green smoke, and it became scorched black at a speed visible to the naked eye. The other hand tore open the wound on Kratos' abdomen, trying to pull out his internal organs, but was tightly clamped by the muscles, unable to move. Little energy.

"Goodbye, my father."

The muscles were slowly roasted, the internal organs were torn apart, and the pain signal that any mortal could not bear continued to stimulate the brain.

Kratos was indifferent.

He firmly pushed the blade down until the blade sank into Zeus' chest, until no more divine power poured into his body, until Zeus' body gradually dissipated and turned into a thundercloud.

The body of the king of the gods was destroyed, and the fire-proof girl melted the steel and grabbed the soul of Zeus from the crack.

Ignoring Zeus' begging for mercy, his consciousness was extinguished, and the soul of the masterless turned into a crown, ending his last illusion.

Zeus died, his soul was taken away, and the boundless power turned into the purest spirit and penetrated into the sky.

This is the power of killing gods.

'If I had kept him. '

Athena, who was watching the battle, thought to herself, unable to hold back the greed that ignited in her heart.

"Kratos, Zeus is dead, can you give me back this power?"

Athena stepped forward carefully and said to Kratos.

She coveted the power she had given up for a long time, even at the risk of risking her own life.

Yes, Zeus is dead.

He took a deep breath and looked around. The entire meeting place had been destroyed, the dome was completely gone, and the bright sky was visible above. The base was tilted and covered with cracks.

The broken-mouthed Hermes paid the price for his bad words. Heracles was stripped of the curse under the bondage of the golden net, and knelt on the ground to repent. There are no enemies in this world.

All eyes were on him, waiting for the victor of the war to speak.

The war is over.

But Kratos' revenge isn't over yet.

Pulling out the holy sword of Olympus, Kratos looked at it for a while. This sword has absorbed the blood of Zeus.

This sword, give yourself.

Athena backed away in fear, thinking that Kratos' target would be her.

But under the puzzled eyes of the people around him, Kratos turned the holy sword. The broad blade tore open the abdomen, pierced the spine, and shattered the core of divine power, adding another layer to the dilapidated Temple of Olympus. Die scarlet.

"what!"

Clouds are rising.

No, the mountains are sinking.

The sacred mountain gradually lost its sanctity, fell into the mortal world, and became a part of the mortal world.

The divine power lifted Krato, mixed with the power of hope, was thrown into the air under the eruption of the holy sword, and turned into a light feather and sprinkled on the world. From then on, the era of the gods will come to an end.

"No!"

Athena stretched out her hand, trying to stop Kratos from messing around, but she couldn't get close, she could only stomp her feet furiously, she was too weak with only her spirit body left.

"It was originally mine, and they didn't know what it was for!"

Athena didn't understand why Kratos had the courage to give up this power, why Kratos would rather give this power to those mortals than give it back to her.