I became the Great Old One

Hiss!

The sharp sound of the blade piercing the air, like the roar of a beast, suddenly exploded in Ares' ears.

In Ares's expectation, Donies was just an ordinary mortal, and it was impossible for him to cause any harm. However, what Ares did not expect was that Donies not only ignored the divine power emanating from him, but even dared to take the initiative to draw the blade towards him!

Puff!

Caught off guard.

The sharp blade of the dragon-slaying long sword broke Ares' throat, and scarlet blood spurted out.

Ares' tall body raised his head and fell backwards, making a roar like a mountain collapsing.

"Is it over!?"

Some of the disciples following Donies asked in a lost voice.

The strange humanoid creature in front of them was definitely the strongest they had ever encountered. The momentum emanating from his body was as heavy as a mountain.

If it weren't for Donis standing alone in front, the disciples wouldn't have been able to raise their weapons in front of Ares.

Donis didn't answer.

But his aura became more fierce. He raised his long sword forward, slightly turned sideways, and the muscles all over his body twisted and tightened, and his old skin swelled up like inflated.

Time seemed to flow backwards on him. After a few breaths, Donis returned to the peak.

"Huh!"

Heavy breathing came from Ares' chest.

The god of war, who had collapsed on the ground, stood up again, but at this time, Ares' handsome face no longer had the arrogant expression before, but was full of surprise and even fear.

"How could a mere mortal hurt a god?" Ares felt that his worldview seemed to have been overturned. Then, the uncontrollable anger erupted like a volcano: "How dare a mere mortal draw his sword against a god!?"

"God?" Donis sneered disdainfully: "You are just a poor creature who has never seen the majesty of a true god, and you dare to call yourself a god?"

Power flowed in his body, and the will to fight burned in his soul.

But Donis's will became extremely cold at this time. He recalled the scene he saw when he first stepped into the subspace. The figure perched on the throne was enough to cover the stars in the sky.

That was the real god.

The humanoid creature in front of him was just a pathetic clown.

"I will kill you all!" Ares said. Under the control of anger, he had completely lost his reason.

The billowing black smoke emerged from Ares' tall body like a living thing. Those black smoke were condensed from the wronged souls on the battlefield, containing part of Ares's divine power.

At this time, he was in the Eastern Continent, too far away from Zeus.

Even the authority of the God King was suppressed for various unpredictable reasons. Although Ares could not use all his power, he could release some of his divine power.

Ares at this time was completely inhuman.

He approached Donis and others step by step, with primitive ferocity in his heart.

His eyes flashed with fierce light, his footsteps paused slightly, and then with a sneer, his skin began to turn red rapidly.

It was not an ordinary blood red, but a pure black and red, and there were traces of crisscrossing like chains on the surface of his body.

"Huh!"

The heavy breathing sound like the old behemoth came from Ares' body.

That was the power of the Titan bloodline.

"Mortal, let me show you the power of the gods!"

"Die!"

Ares exerted force under his feet suddenly, the earth exploded, and he raised his head and roared, and his whole body strength surged, rushing forward like a dark lightning.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Countless punches turned into dark clouds that enveloped Donies' figure.

But the more he fought, the more shocked Ares was.

Because Donies could burst out with strength and speed that was not inferior to his own, and every punch was accurately blocked by the long sword in Ares's hand.

After hundreds and thousands of punches, even if a mountain stood in front of Ares, it would have been flattened long ago.

But Donies still stood firmly in place like a reef under the waves.

Blood-red smoke came out of his body, and half of his calf had been smashed into the ground by the huge force, but he still did not retreat a step, and his scarlet eyes looked at Ares fearlessly.

"Looking for death!"

Ares suddenly stepped forward again, and his long hair behind him was like a wild dragon flying. He clasped his hands together, like a giant hammer, and smashed down heavily!

Boom! ! !

A loud noise.

A huge deep pit appeared in front of him, and smoke and stones mixed with stones rushed up to the sky like a waterfall in reverse flow.

When the dust gradually dispersed, Donies' figure had disappeared.

"Was he smashed into meat paste?" Ares breathed a sigh of relief, "As a mortal, it's not bad to be able to do this."

Tsk!

However, what happened in the next moment was simply a death sentence for Ares.

The red knife light pierced through the sand mist like a shadow, and the target was Ares' throat. If his head was cut off by a mortal in a frontal battle.

Even if Ares would not die, the huge shame would be enough to crush his spirit.

He took a step back and held the sharp blade in his hand in a millimeter.

At the same time, Ares finally found a way to restrain Donies. He endured the severe pain in his palm, turned around and punched Donies in the chest.

Puff!

The real touch was fed back from the fist.

The mortal body was still too fragile. Ares' attack left a large hole in Donies' chest that was transparent from front to back.

Viscous blood mixed with burning internal organs flowed from the wound, even though Donies' body had been tempered for hundreds of years and had a strong vitality far beyond that of mortals.

But such an injury was still a fatal blow to Donies.

However...

What frightened Ares was that.

Despite such a serious injury, Donies's sword blade was still stable, and a terrible force came along the blade, constantly stabbing towards Ares' neck.

"Doesn't this guy feel pain?"

Ares covered his throat that was cut again and retreated. He fell back from the crazy state just now, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"No! It's not that he can't feel pain!"

Ares watched Donies' muscles spasming and trembling uncontrollably, and he realized: "It's his willpower, that strong willpower that makes him ignore the injuries on his body."

When reason returned to Ares' body again.

The fear that was originally suppressed by the ferocity also surged into his heart like a tide.

"This guy will get hurt, bleed, and become weak because of his injuries... He is clearly just a mortal, but he has such a firm will and faith. The god he believes in must be extremely powerful!"

The throat was cut twice, and the stinging sensation continued.

"The blade in his hand is definitely not an ordinary thing. Even I can't heal the wound cut by the blade in a short time." Ares looked at the dragon-slaying long sword in Donies' hand.

On the sharp blade, sticky scarlet blood was coagulated.

"It's too dangerous here..." Ares thought to himself, "It's time to leave here."

Fear, confusion, resentment...all kinds of emotions echoed in Ares' heart. He didn't say anything harsh, turned around and fled quickly towards the coast.

Halfway through, another tall figure blocked Ares's way.

It was Achilles!

Achilles took a deep breath, unsheathed his long sword, and slashed at Ares' neck, vowing to keep the monster's life on this land.

Ares felt a sense of fear at first, and then found that although the warrior in front of him was equally powerful, he was far less threatening than the old dragonborn just now.

"Too slow!"

Ares dodged easily, and slapped Achilles' tall body away with a slap, and he fell heavily on a big tree in the distance.

The big tree exploded as if it was hit by a cannonball, and the lush treetops wailed and fell down.

"Roar! Come back to me!"

After a while,

The thick treetops were torn apart by Achilles. He roared angrily, but Ares was no longer in front of him.

In the past hundreds of years, Achilles had always worshipped Donies as his own god.

But today, his god fell in front of him.

…

"There is indeed an insurmountable gap between mortals and gods."

In the subspace, Ergani sighed softly: "Even Donies, the most powerful warrior among the dragonborn, still seems a little weak when facing the true god."

"However, time is also on the side of mortals. After thousands and tens of thousands of years, along the path that Donies once opened up, some warriors as powerful as gods and demons may be born among the dragonborn... Ah, such a scene is exactly what I look forward to."

"But, is this the ending that Donies really wants?"

The Quetzalcoatl standing next to Ergani seemed to be frustrated by the death of his old friend, with a sigh in his crisp voice.

"Seekers walk on the road to truth, and warriors fall on the battlefield to defend their homes. For Donies, is there a better destination than this?"

Ergani saw the reluctance in her brother's heart, and she comforted him softly: "Most mortals are mediocre, but a small number of them have their own pursuits and dreams, and an even smaller number of them will move forward towards their pursuits unswervingly. Such people, even gods are willing to give them more favor."

"You are right." The look in Quetzalcoatl's eyes became firm: "I will fulfill the promise I made to Donies. Similarly, Ares offended our father, and he must pay the price for what he did."

"Leave this matter to me." A familiar voice interrupted the conversation between the two gods.

Ergani turned around and saw the heavily armored incarnation of Khorne walking out of the flames step by step. Hundreds of years of tempering and faith made the power of this incarnation stronger and stronger.

The horrifying atmosphere of a sea of ​​blood and corpses filled their faces, causing Ergani and the others to tremble.