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His strong arms were broken and he was pressed against the pillar behind him.

"Because He is always with me!"

A large number of thunderclouds accumulated on the Holy Mountain of Olympus. He released his power manically, but to no effect. Zeus was eager to reverse the disadvantage.

But it's useless!

The released divine power was drained away by the Whip of Nemesis, and the Holy Fire of Olympus, the source of energy, was also taken away by the Fireproof Woman.

In close combat, Zeus is no longer a match for Kratos, who is dominated by boundless rage, not to mention that he still has that power.

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

Zeus had been forced to a dead end. He used thunder again, and the violent thunder finally reached the limit of the whip of Nemesis.

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

"What do you think? Zeus, do you think I am just a beast that is blinded by hatred?"

The thunder and lightning scraped through the body like a razor, removing the skin and muscles. As if he could not feel the pain, Kratos grinned, picked up Zeus's head, pressed it hard against the wall, and then kicked him hard.

Boom!

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

Kratos dragged his severely injured body forward. He stood in an incredible way and walked towards Zeus in the ruins. His steps were firm and his movements were not out of shape at all, as if the wounds on his body that were slowly healing were an illusion.

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

Continuing to fight with Zeus, Kratos's palms smelled of burnt smell as his fists collided.

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

I learned not to let revenge involve too many people, I tried to restrain my anger, and I learned to think about where the power comes from.

Yes, no wonder I am able to kill gods all the way as a demigod, why I have overcome countless difficulties and difficulties. It turns out that the most powerful power in the world has already resided in me.

I know that from the moment I opened that box, hope has been with me and never left me.

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

Kratos moved forward again and ran into Zeus' arms.

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

The power of hope is gathered in the hand. It is so sacred and dazzling, showing a different light in everyone's eyes. This is the greatest power of Olympus.

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

One punch, another punch!

Kratos roared angrily, and Zeus was suppressed beneath him without any resistance, suffering the retribution that should have come long ago.

"Hi~ha!"

As if it could no longer bear the burning of hope, the black plague was exhaled from the mouth of Zeus. It screamed to stay away from this light. It was so dark and deep that just one look at it made people feel the boundless malice.

Chapter 60 Hope never leaves (please order first)

That's the power of fear.

It is the remnant of the emotions that killed countless creatures in the battle of the gods. It is also the culprit that made Zeus do such a ridiculous thing. Naturally, the fire prevention girl will not let it remain and cause harm to the world. The burning pain of the Ninja Olympus Holy Fire will destroy it. incorporated into the body.

"Giggle~"

The weak Zeus raised his hand, wanting to negotiate and asking Kratos to let him go, but he was speechless. Kratos had no intention of letting him go, and still punched Zeus in the face one after another.

Everything was already too late. From the time Kratos was born, Zeus tried to manipulate Kratos's destiny in order to maintain his rule.

There is no way to reconcile between them.

This punch was for my mother.

This punch is for my brother.

This punch is for my wife and daughter.

If Zeus could restrain his desires, if Zeus could not regard the so-called curse as a scourge, if they were not kidnapped by the army that day when they were young, but a majestic father would return with hope.

Then will my life be different?

Unfortunately there is no if.

He stood up and shook off the remaining blood. The Holy Sword of Olympus appeared in his hand. The bloody face could no longer see its original appearance. Kratos inserted it into the body of the gods in front of Zeus. The body of a king.

This sword is for all the sins you have committed.

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

The skin was burnt with green smoke by the lightning, turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye. The other hand tore open the wound on Kratos' abdomen and tried to pull out his internal organs, but was tightly restrained by the muscles and could not move. A little bit of strength.

"Goodbye, my father."

The muscles are slowly roasted, the internal organs are torn apart, and the pain signals that are enough to make any mortal unable to bear are constantly stimulating the brain.

Kratos was unmoved.

He firmly pushed the sword blade downward until the blade sank into Zeus's chest, until his body no longer had any divine power pouring into it, until Zeus's body began to gradually dissipate and turned into a thundercloud.

The form of the King of Gods was destroyed, and the firebender melted the steel and snatched the soul of Zeus out of the cracks.

Ignoring Zeus's plea for mercy and extinguishing his consciousness, the ownerless soul turned into a crown, ending his last vestige of fantasy.

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

This is the power of killing gods.

'If I had kept Him. ’

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

"Kratos, Zeus is dead, can you return this power to me?"

Athena stepped forward carefully and said to Kratos.

She had coveted the power she had given up for a long time, and even risked her own life.

Yes, Zeus is dead.

He took a deep breath and looked around. The entire gathering place had been destroyed. The dome was completely gone. When he looked up, he saw the bright sky. The base was tilted and full of cracks.

The arrogant Hermes paid the price for his rude words. Hercules was stripped of the curse under the binding of the golden net, and he knelt on the earth to repent. There were no more enemies in this world.

Everyone looked at him, waiting for the victor of the war to speak.

The war is over.

But Kratos' revenge is not over yet.

Pulling out the Holy Sword of Olympus, Kratos looked at it for a while. This sword was filled with the divine blood of Zeus, and the blade showed the color of thunder and lightning, making it even more sacred under the influence of the power of hope.

Give this sword to 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, and the broad blade tore open the abdomen, pierced the spine, shattered the core of divine power, and added a new dimension to the dilapidated Olympus Temple. Model scarlet.

"ah!"

The clouds are rising.

No, the mountain is sinking.

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

Divine power lifted up Kratos, mixed with the power of hope, and was thrown into the air under the eruption of the holy sword, turning into feathers of light and scattering to the world. From then on, the era of the gods will come to an end.

"No!"

Athena stretched out her hand to stop Kratos, but she couldn't get close. She could only stamp her feet angrily. She was too weak with only her spirit body left.

"That was mine, they didn't even know what it was for!"

Athena didn't understand why Kratos had the courage to give up this power, and why Kratos would rather give this power to those mortal objects than return it to her.

"snort!"

The hope gathered in the body was finally released.

Kratos, who fell to the ground, pulled out the lost holy sword, leaving a gap visible to the naked eye. Through the gap, the fire girl could see Gilgamesh on the other side.

He threw the holy sword to Athena and stopped looking at her. He no longer owed this goddess anything.

Athena picked up the sword, pouted at Kratos, but in the end said nothing. She glanced at the fire girl with fear, then turned around and disappeared under the gaze of everyone.

‘I can bear this. ’

The fireproof girl withdrew her gaze in disappointment. She was still waiting for Athena to take action if she couldn't bear it any longer. She was missing a king soul.

"You all leave." - Ghost of Sparta

Kratos took a big breath of air. He refused the fireproof woman's treatment. The blood flowed down the wound until it dried up, and no more traces of Yihao could flow out.

Everyone looked at each other, and after some exchanges, they left one after another.

The fireproof girl also went to see Hephaestus and his daughter first. Although she still didn't know how to send people from other worlds to her own world, she still wanted to send them to a safe place.

After dealing with the affairs of this world, she had to go back quickly. The Holy Fire and the First Fire were fighting with each other in her body. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

‘Just leave me like this and rest for a while. ’

Watching his friends leave, Kratos was finally unable to support his body. With a relieved smile on his face, he fell on the broken floor tiles and slowly closed his eyes.

The flowing wind brings gifts.

Faint, flickering light spots were carried by the wind, came to the top of Mount Olympus, slowly fell, and merged into Kratos' body.

The rubble was soaked with blood, and as the gaps expanded, a bright red pattern was outlined, resembling a phoenix spreading its wings.

The dawn shines on the top of this holy mountain, and the bright sunlight shines on the pale and red oil painting. Like melting ice and snow, the curse falls off, revealing skin that is no different from ordinary people.

At this moment, the homeless souls gained their own salvation.

‘Just take a rest. ’

The chapter has been reviewed, it’s not me.

I'm feeling numb. I set up a scheduled post last night and planned to take a look at it before going to class this morning. But I found that the chapter is still being reviewed.

This is so funny. I didn’t write anything that was marginal or fluffy. It’s all been reviewed and I don’t know when it will be released. I asked the editor and he said it would wait.

I'm really a muggle.

I really didn’t coo, woo woo.

Chapter 61 Ashes: Fireproof Girl, you don’t want your secret to be exposed either (4k)

The fire girl had expected this.

This is how the war will end.

Kratos was too tired, and his nerves were tense on the cruel road of revenge. When he vented his emotions and hatred, he lost his long-standing goal, and no one could solve the sudden feeling of emptiness. It would be good to let him rest for a while.

The group of friends who had no trivial matters in this world settled their tasks and left. The fireproof girl left the square, and the faded ones followed. They were still wallowing in the red poisonous swamp when they went back, so they might as well stay here for a while.

I pushed aside a broken pillar and looked around, seeing that it was already a mess.

There were very few soldiers left who could continue to fight. Their skins were plated with golden patterns and they looked at the sky in confusion.

Just now, their gods had cut off contact with them. Both the soldiers fighting on the front line and the guards stationed at various temples looked at the giant beasts that could not maintain their shape in depression, but did not attack again.

Their power is also gradually fading.

These people who had been blessed by the gods gradually returned to the appearance of ordinary people when the God King died.

"You're not leaving?"

The fireproof girl saw a remorseful Hercules. The hero finally recovered his mind after being cursed and separated from his body, and he was looking at the ruins with a sad face.