The blood of the surrounding magical beasts bloomed around Mobius like beautiful flowers.
Those beautiful flowers grew on Mobius's face, arms, and thighs.
Bang!
A sound like a thunderclap from heaven and an earthly fire erupted not far away, and soon, an unidentified object shot towards Mobius.
Mobius stopped fighting, staring intently at the rapidly moving object, trying to find a way to deal with it.
Mobius's breathing grew heavy; he felt his soul throbbing, and the surrounding elemental energies began to stir, as if welcoming someone's arrival.
The being before Mobius was like a storm, carrying powerful forces of bloodshed and conflict, making Mobius feel an intense sense of oppression.
His physique was incredibly robust; the strongest bodybuilder Mobius knew in his past life would have seemed like a chick in comparison.
Every one of his muscles was like hardened bronze, and a simple movement could cause the surrounding air to explode.
His well-defined face, broad forehead, deep-set eyes, and sharp gaze brought immense pressure upon Mobius.
He wore a vibrant crimson battle robe, its color dazzling like fresh blood, rustling fiercely in the wind.
With a barely concealed smile, he said, "Was it you who was fighting here just now? What graceful movements! Like the nymphs performing on Mount Olympus."
"But what's different is that you carry a sense of rigidity; the beauty of softness and the strength of hardness can coexist in combat," Ares said admiringly.
"Your Highness, may I ask who you are? I am Mobius, a daemon from the distant Mist Forest," Mobius said, pointing to the forest in the distance, bending at the waist and bowing.
Looking in the direction Mobius pointed, Ares's eyes narrowed slightly. Wasn't that the territory of Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt? Could the daemon before him be a servant of Artemis?
That didn't seem right. If he truly were a servant of Artemis, why wouldn't he be taken to Mount Olympus?
Ares was certain that few on Olympus could rival Mobius's handsome appearance.
Only his mother, Queen Hera, and the God of Light, Apollo, with whom he was at odds, could compare.
This thought in his mind startled Ares; he had actually compared his mother and Apollo to this daemon before him. This was blasphemy against Hera and Apollo!
It was a good thing he hadn't spoken it aloud, or he would have angered his mother again.
Looking at the silent Ares, Mobius felt a bit troubled. What was wrong with this God of War? Why wasn't he speaking? Had he discovered something?
Was he dissatisfied with him? Or had he done something to displease him?
Didn't they say Ares, the God of War, loved fighting the most? And his recent battle shouldn't have offended Ares. Why was his expression so gloomy?
Ares felt he was overthinking things, so he coughed to ease the awkwardness and said, "Mobius, right? I am Ares, the God of War. You did very well, and I am pleased. I really like your fighting style. Why don't you give your movements a name?"
"A dance in combat, let's call it the War Dance. Dancing gracefully in war, where elegance and violence coexist!" Mobius said, looking at Ares.
Ares clapped his hands, startling Mobius. His eyes lit up as he looked at Mobius and said, "You are quite a clever daemon!"
"On Mount Olympus, many gods always say that war is too crude. I want them to see if this combat dance is still crude!" Ares said, laughing heartily.
"How about this!" Ares patted Mobius's shoulder. "Become my subordinate god. I will give you a divine title. Whatever divine title you want, I'll seize it for you."
Mobius couldn't help but hiss. Ares's gentle pat made him feel as if half his body had gone numb.
Still too weak! Mobius closed his eyes and sighed.
However, hearing Ares's words, Mobius's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "Such a good offer, directly giving a divine title? Becoming a subordinate god is no big deal, as long as it's not a divine title of subservience, and as long as he's not after my body, then everything is acceptable."
But why would Ares make such an offer? This made Mobius a little strange. They seemed to be meeting for the first time, yet he was making such a promise. It was too good to be true for him.
Ares looked at Mobius's silence, scratched his head, thinking he was worried about offending Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt. That was Artemis's territory, so Mobius should rightfully be Artemis's property.
"Don't worry, as long as you become my subordinate god, I will discuss everything with Artemis," Ares said, patting his bronzed arm.
"Besides, Artemis is nothing special. Once you become a god, you'll realize she's just a deity who relies on the God-King's favor; her power is not strong at all," Ares added.
Hearing Ares's words, Mobius's mouth twitched. Artemis was weak? If she were weak, then most of the gods in the world would be dying of weakness.
However, he only grumbled this to himself; he still had some emotional intelligence.
Ares valued him, even going so far as to slight another god to praise him. If he were to refute, that would truly be tactless.
But he couldn't continue this topic, otherwise, what if he offended the goddess Artemis?
"Ah, great Lord Ares, God of War! I am willing to become your subordinate god." Mobius immediately agreed; not agreeing would be too great a loss.
First, become a god. He wasn't like many novel protagonists who think they are the greatest and are unwilling to become subordinate gods to other deities. Moreover, a subordinate god is different from a mere dependent. A divine title gained by looks would definitely be taken back, but becoming a subordinate god was different. The stronger his power, the higher his status would be.
One must know that countless nymphs and daemons in this world would kowtow and pray for a subordinate god position without success.
"Hahaha, excellent, Mobius, from now on, you are my wisdom!" Ares declared loudly, then patted Mobius's shoulder again.
Hiss!
Mobius felt his entire body go numb. This light touch made him feel as if his whole body was falling apart. As expected of a god, he was too fragile.
This daemon was like a toy before a god!
"Lord Ares, please be gentle," Mobius couldn't help but say. "Your power is too great; my weak body cannot withstand your strength!"