Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 810 - 302 Art

"Neigh—"

"Uh..."

The bronze chariot raced through the sky, the four divine horses galloping relentlessly.

Holding the dismembered arm of the Goddess of Beauty, Ares was burning with anxiety.

In the mortal realm, humans differed from one another, and so did the gods.

Especially after the Ancient Gods, who symbolized parts of the world, were born, the new gods appeared particularly distinct, with Aphrodite being a prime example.

Whether it was due to the influence of her godhood or other factors, the embodiment of love and beauty was naturally not meant to possess a strong physique. Her divine body was indeed much more fragile than other deities.

Having her arm severed by a single sword strike was not surprising, yet for most deities, it wasn’t considered a significant injury. If it were Ares himself, it might have triggered his godhood, making him fight even fiercer with the surge of blood.

However, when it happened to Aphrodite, she fainted on the spot, only waking up now.

Ares didn’t know why this was, but his keen warrior’s instinct told him it was because the Goddess of Beauty lacked something, and it was somehow related to him...

Sadly, without having read the ’script,’ Ares couldn’t possibly know that he had a chance to possess a divine child possibly connected to the Primordial Deity, one who would govern over desire, tormenting even Apollo to the point of despair.

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It might be relevant, or it might not, but to Ares, unaware of this matter, he would never link Aphrodite’s problem back to this.

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"Ugh...where am I—"

"!?"

Waking from her brief unconsciousness, Aphrodite instinctively wanted to hold her head.

But in the next instant, she suddenly realized.

She was missing an arm; someone had chopped off her hand!

She, the most beautiful woman in the world, had her hand severed by a mortal!!!

"...Aaaahhhhh—!"

The piercing scream shattered the sky, making Ares’s eardrums ache.

However, remembering that she ended up like this to help him, the War God couldn’t help but feel guilt.

"Damn humans!"

"Why can’t they just obediently listen, worship me from dawn till dusk, and then go die obediently?!"

Feeling guilty for a moment, Ares quickly realized, how could he, the War God, be wrong?

In a conflict between gods, a god might be wrong.

But in a conflict between god and man, it certainly wasn’t himself who was wrong.

Thus, Ares quickly found the culprit: all of humanity.

This species was inherently rebellious, only knowing how to enjoy the deities’ blessings without giving back, always ungrateful.

And those rebellious speeches among humans...the world belonged to all gods, and they still debated about the relationship between gods and humans?

Livestock discussing status with their master—it was a joke.

"Ares! Look what you’ve done!"

A high-pitched rebuke instantly pulled the War God’s thoughts back to reality.

Aphrodite, who had just accepted her reality, was looking angrily at this inept fellow.

Aren’t you the War God? Yet your response was slower than a mortal’s, why aren’t you dead yet!

"Aph, I didn’t intend for this, but in battle, I rely more on my combat instincts to guide me."

"I trusted you with my whole heart, so why would I be wary of your approach, it was just that mortal..."

"Enough!"

Cutting Ares off, Aphrodite said through gritted teeth, "You’re just incompetent!"

"Theseus was an exception; now there’s some random guy, and you still can’t win."

"There’s no point relying on you, it seems I have to act myself, or else another ten thousand years will pass, and you’d still accomplish nothing!"

"I won’t, Aph."

Hastily explaining, Ares defended himself with reason, "You know, this is far from my true strength."

"Dueling humans on the mortal realm, I am no more advantaged than other gods skilled in battle. The godhood of [War] grants some enhancement to personal power, but not as much as imagined, but I have an army!"

"Mortals are mortals, they can never comprehend the greatness of divine authority. That despicable ant even dared to usurp the title of War God—ha, if the godhood of [War] only made me slightly better in combat, why would it be considered one of the top godhoods in the world?"

"My church trained a guard for me, each of them bathed in my divine blood, capable of wielding low-level divine spells...they would become the extension of my power on the battlefield, and only when large-scale wars erupted, could I draw substantial power from the enormous battlefield."

"Aph, this is where my true strength lies—if not for this, with my mother’s temperament, she wouldn’t have let me lead the charge against Athena, even after reprimanding me—"

"Shut up!"

"Ares, so you’re even proud?"

Aphrodite almost laughed in anger, unable to understand Ares’s thought process at all.

What was he even talking about, and he felt proud?

Hera knew you were a failure, yet reluctantly allowed you to act because you had some value in waste—if you had any sense, you wouldn’t say something like this.

For a moment, Aphrodite didn’t even know what to say.