Above the sky, Regulus-Aurum and the storm caused by the blood-red aura faced off, creating a brief stalemate.
Ares sneered, his entire body covered in bright blood-red color.
As that blood-red color appeared, Aslan only felt his entire blood burning. His skin visibly reddened at this moment, and even blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He felt his power, his physique, his authority, and even his Spirit Status being plundered, roughly stripped away.
In contrast, Ares showed the opposite condition. His aura immediately strengthened several levels. At this moment, his body also began to enlarge, and blood-red lines appeared on his body surface.
This was a manifestation that his power had exceeded the limit Ares could bear. He could only endure the power plundered from Aslan by forcibly enlarging his body.
"A bit unexpected, your physique is actually this strong. It made me unable to hold back and enter this state."
The essence of the War Authority held by Ares was plunder, plundering advantages.
When he fully waged war, he could connect to his subordinate Gods, gather collective power to himself, and also seize the enemy's power through launching war.
Now, he used war characteristics to seize Aslan's physique and vitality.
In fact, the plunder target was Regulus-Aurum, but Regulus-Aurum's Spirit Status fused with Sun Authority Leo was clearly higher than Ares' current incarnation.
War Characteristic—Plunder: Plundering beings weaker than him was naturally no issue, but facing beings stronger than him wasn't very effective.
Aslan and Regulus-Aurum's connection was very close, so Ares could bypass Regulus-Aurum and directly plunder Aslan's physique.
Coincidentally, Aslan's current Spirit Status was only ordinary Four-Digit level. Yes, all his merits were used to pay debts, so his Spirit Status improvement was relatively limited.
However, what was beyond Ares' expectation was that Aslan should have died instantly after he plundered his physique and vitality in that instant.
But no problem. It wasn't too late to kill Aslan after killing the obstructing lion.
"Come on, fight! If you're a man, come face me, hiding like this isn't any skill!" Ares shouted and cursed, wanting to force the other party to appear through this.
At the same time, his large blood-red palm slapped toward Regulus-Aurum. Relying on the physique and vitality plundered from Aslan, he wanted to kill the Beast Vassal.
Suddenly, Ares' large hands were approaching Regulus-Aurum. Leo Pemptos (Fifth Blood Kaile Name) sensed a strong threat.
(I'll die! If this slap hits, I'll definitely die!)
Regulus-Aurum exploded with all its power. Endless lightning erupted in the sky. The entire sky above End of the World was now covered by dark clouds with thunder and lightning.
The powerful electric current, if even a little leaked accidentally, the entire End of the World would immediately turn into barren glass land.
But even with such strong lightning, facing the current Ares who had plundered Aslan's physique, it only added black spots to his body surface.
Aslan once again gained a deeper understanding of his physical strength. This understanding came from the situation where others plundered his physique and vitality.
The giant blood-red palm like flowing lava slapped down!
The next moment, a loud sound triggered a powerful sonic boom!
*SMACK!*
As if wanting to slap Regulus-Aurum to death like swatting a mosquito. However, when Ares looked at his palm, there was nothing in it, not even residual lightning.
Immediately, he raised his head, seeing Aslan sitting on Regulus-Aurum's head, gently stroking Regulus-Aurum. He let out a surprised sound.
"The turtle hiding in its shell finally came out?"
Aslan sighed hearing that, raised his head, massaged his temples, and said.
"I admit, I overestimated your quality."
Who would've thought the Greek God of War was such a disgusting creature.
War that plunders others' power, forcibly taking everything from beings weaker than him.
Did he really use tyranny to the extreme? Then how did he face beings stronger than him?
Well, almost forgot, this guy could also gather power from his subordinate Gods, Demigods, and believers' collective to himself.
If added with the rumored Ares Demigod War Legion. Then Ares' fighting style became very clear: enhance himself by plundering the enemy.
As for facing beings that couldn't be plundered? Of course, by waving the white flag.
Just this? Still called God of War? Aslan thought calling him a bastard was more fitting.
He truly didn't expect that one day he'd be stuck due to his Spirit Status power.
He had greatly underestimated the quality of Gods and Buddhas in Little Garden, but he found that the Gods and Buddhas in Little Garden might be more immoral than he thought.
"Quality? Is that thing more useful than a chastity belt?" Ares sneered, then grinned, revealing neat teeth.
"Want to try escaping? You can try if you can get out of my battlefield and flee like a woman with a rotten butt."
"Forget it, I really can't stand all your foul words." Aslan sighed helplessly, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
"Displacement!"
Almost instantly, Aslan and Ares' current conditions swapped. Aslan replaced his plundered condition with Ares' current condition.
Suddenly, Aslan returned to normal, and due to the Dragon Sun Authority in his body, he immediately gained certain resistance when facing such authorities in the future.
In fact, when his physique and vitality were plundered in that instant, he could already rely on Dragon Sun Authority to resist this condition.
But he was more curious about what Ares' authority really was, so he deliberately let it happen.
Ares' authority truly opened his eyes; that's all that could be said.
In contrast, Ares who swapped conditions with Aslan wasn't better off. With his physique and vitality plundered, Ares now was almost a dried corpse, only maintaining consciousness with the remaining divine power.
After all, Ares wasn't like Aslan, who was a Fourth Primogenitor with Negative Vitality. Though usually, under his Star Spirit-comparable strong physique, this Negative Vitality characteristic wasn't apparent.
But when all his vitality was plundered, even if he owed vitality, he could still live and jump like someone unaffected.
Aslan looked at Ares like this, sighed, and smiled casually.
After seeing the essence of Ares' tyranny, he was full of contempt for Ares.
His eyes flickered slightly, raised his hand, and slowly removed the glove on his hand.
"I hate most people who bully the weak because they're strong."
Aslan said this, removed his bowtie, threw the glove and bowtie aside, even took off his jacket, and unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt.
Ares saw the other's actions, frowned, feeling the killing intent slowly rising from the opponent's body.
The expression on his face gradually turned to fear.
"I surrender—"
The words weren't finished; a palm continuously enlarged in Ares' eyes, enlarging endlessly.
Until it covered his entire vision, stopping all his words.
*CRACK!*
Aslan grabbed Ares' face with one hand, his five fingers piercing into the skull with creaking sounds, and said expressionlessly.
"Sorry, I'm too lazy to hear that!"
Enemies were enough to just kill. Ares, when activating his authority, truly intended to kill him.
It was very reasonable to kill him back, right?
Even his authority was so embarrassing; who knew if Ares would have any revenge intent.
So for his own safety, if possible, Aslan even wanted to kill Ares' original body on Mount Olympus at once.
"You should be grateful; I haven't developed Displacement to authority level, otherwise what's here would be your original body."
Aslan's voice echoed softly in Ares' ears, then under Ares' speechless terrified expression.
Aslan suddenly used the power of his waist and right arm!
In the ear-piercing air explosion sound, he slammed Ares' head to the ground.
The ground collided with the back of Ares' head, with a loud explosion, lava erupting.
The Divine Shield on Ares' right arm shone coldly, blocking this attack for him.
"Tch, not dead? Almost forgot, you still have divine artifacts on your body."
Aslan sneered displeased, and snapped his fingers again.
"Displacement!"
The air was swapped with the divine artifact on Ares' body.
Then Aslan lifted Ares' head again, preparing to slam it to the ground again.
With Ares' current semi-conscious state, the next hit might really kill him?
Many seriously watching the fight suddenly snapped awake at this moment. They rushed to stop Aslan's killing of Ares.
"Hey! Arcadia kid, think carefully. If you kill this incarnation of Ares, you'll truly become enemies with the Greek Pantheon."
"Killing just this incarnation won't help; it'll only anger Ares."
"Yeah, yeah, fights and killings like this are very bad."
The situation between Aslan and Ares reversed too quickly.
Ares was still superior before, how could Ares lose in the next moment?
For these observers, no one getting hurt was the best ending. The best was if they could build good relations with both Aslan and Greece.
But now, who would've thought, Aslan had just talked nicely with Heracles, why in the next moment did he want to kill Ares?
Facing the conflict between Aslan and Ares, almost everyone was on Greece's side.
After all, everyone tended to be peacemakers, and Aslan wasn't really hurt.
Almost everyone believed that Aslan, representing Arcadia, wouldn't become enemies with the Greek Pantheon.
After all, everyone knew the biggest investor behind Arcadia was the Greek Pantheon, and even Aslan had unclear relations with Athena.
The Perseus Alliance with Arcadia was much earlier than Aslan getting the name.
In short, with Aslan and Greece's relations, he absolutely wouldn't kill...
Seeing Ares on the ground like a split watermelon, almost everyone was stunned.
What... just happened?
Suddenly, faces felt very painful!
"Sorry, I don't allow those who threaten me to live."
Aslan took a white towel and wiped his hands with a smile on his face, as if explaining to the observers around him.
And among them, Aslan's smile was especially bright facing the golden-haired Goddess who suddenly appeared right in front of him.
Athena looked at the corpse at Aslan's feet, which had lost most of its head, still with lingering fear on its face, and vanished blown by the wind, sighing lightly.
"You shouldn't have killed him, at least not after I arrived."
Killing in front of Athena and killing behind her were two different concepts. The latter meant at least she could pretend not to know and settle it casually.
But the former meant Athena had to handle it seriously, handle it seriously as the successor to the King of Gods.
(I didn't just try to kill him.) Aslan smiled at the corner of his mouth, answering Athena in his heart.
If Athena returned to Mount Olympus now and went to the War God Ares' temple, she should see Ares severely injured, weak like a broken rib.
Though he hadn't developed Displacement Magecraft to authority level, it didn't mean he couldn't consume merits and temporarily strengthen it.
What was under his hand earlier wasn't Ares' incarnation, but his original body. Otherwise, why would Ares show such a terrified expression.
Even Aslan slightly borrowed the power of Mankind's Last Trial, ensuring the damage to Ares was deep enough and hard to heal.
Only because Ares was a Four-Digit Outlier hiding in the Lower Layers, the type that could've long become Three-Digit, otherwise, what should be lying in the War God Temple now would be his corpse.
A bit regrettable.
However, for now, Ares at least had to lie down for several years to recover consciousness.
In these few years, Aslan was confident he could secretly kill Ares completely.
This was his confidence.
Honestly, he didn't want to become enemies with the Greek Pantheon, and he had no intention of killing Ares.
But who told Ares to provoke him first? And he, targeted by Ouroboros, felt very annoyed and needed an outlet.
Ares directly hit the muzzle.
His relation with Heracles was quite good. Strictly speaking, his relation with the Greek Pantheon wasn't broken yet.
It just couldn't be as intimate as before with Arcadia.