Chapter 43 Lord of the Crows
"Sarah…Sarah…"
He murmured.
Yara found herself trembling and burning up, as if her throat had been slashed.
The intense pain made even breathing difficult for him.
My heart is burning, and my internal organs feel like they're being ripped apart by knives...
He knelt on the ground, head bowed, tears streaming down his face...
"No..."
King Argos tossed Sarah to the ground like a rag...
However, the silver statue's gaze held a strange expression.
He stepped forward, facing Yara directly, his eyes filled with madness.
Like a mentally unstable madman...
He said:
"Kill me... Yara..."
"Only by killing me can I prove my worth..."
"I am who I am..."
"Instead of a script written by the gods."
Kill me!
Upon seeing this, Yara clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.
"I...will kill you..."
At this moment, the silver statue of the god of war saw this, reached out and a red light flashed, and King Argos was enveloped in a red barrier, isolated from the outside world.
The barrier seemed to be both protection and a prison... King Argos was now imprisoned by the power of the god of war, just like a slave in jail.
And that deep voice came from the sky once again—
"Mortals, do not attempt to defy the will of Zeus, the king of the gods..."
"The King of Argos can only be killed by the hero Perseus..."
"It's like the rising and setting of the sun..."
"The decree of the God-King..."
The sound became muffled and no longer clear.
Knock knock—
Knock knock—
The sound of my heart pounding reached my ears...
Yara knelt on the ground, her tears already dried.
His mental anguish had reached its peak at this moment.
Then, he pulled out a dagger and carefully sliced open his skin, bit by bit...
Slowly, he inserted the dagger into the wound, churning the flesh until it was raw and mushy... He pulled out all his fingernails and chipped away at each of his teeth...
Then, he cut open the skin of his abdomen, separating the skin from the muscle.
He then stuffed his entire hand, along with the dagger, into his abdominal cavity.
His heart, liver, spleen, lungs—every organ—was pulverized into a pulp...
At this moment, Yara was like an empty shell of flesh and blood... yet the powerful life force born from the extreme pain forcibly sustained this body, which was riddled with holes inside and out...
It looks eerie and bloody...
In addition, Yara took out the last bottle of Black Mist Dream Demon.
With a clenched fist, the last ceramic vase shattered!
The black mist spread like a tide, covering every corner of Yara's skin. Some tentacles even burrowed into his body through the wound on his abdomen, releasing waves of pain that pushed them to their physical limits...
The pain brought about by the triple limit is even beyond what a mortal soul can bear!
Even his soul developed cracks...
However, the pain was beyond what the soul could bear...
But under the influence of the immortal runes—
[Resurrection of Misery]!
The extreme pain of the body, mind, and spirit transformed into an extreme power...
It even surpasses the limits that the name "hero" can reach—
That is the power of God.
"Arrogant gods..."
Have you ever heard of...?
"The anger of mortals?"
Yara, covered in blood, raised his head and slowly opened his mouth...
The silver statue of Ares clearly had not anticipated this.
The sound came again from the sky—
"Mortal... I sense a terrifying power within you..."
"This must be an evil god, or a monster—"
The words of the god of war were not yet finished.
A fist possessing unparalleled power.
He then unleashed a punch—
boom!
Half of the temple collapsed...
However, the force of the punch was not limited to that; the wind from the punch, carrying a terrifying pressure, blasted the bronze tower on the back mountain, causing it to collapse and shatter...
Wherever the fist passed, grass and trees were cut down, and even the hill behind the mountain was blasted with a terrifying trench.
The people of the city were horrified at the sight...
Some people regarded it as a divine miracle and knelt down to worship it.
Some people thought it was a natural disaster and ran away.
Huge plumes of smoke and dust filled the area around the temple.
And when the smoke and dust cleared—
Ares's projection onto the earth, a silver statue...
It has already been broken into powder...
"He...he defeated Ares?"
After the smoke and dust cleared, everyone saw the figure standing on the ruins.
The shock was palpable...
but.
Meanwhile, King Argos, imprisoned in a red-glowing cage, miraculously escaped death.
However, not long after, that deep male voice rang out again from the sky—
"Mortal, you have enraged me!"
The next moment.
A shooting star fell from the sky!
The dazzling red light illuminated the entire sky as blood red.
That was the true form of the God of War appearing in the world...
In the Pantheon on Mount Olympus, Ares, the god of war, was ranked among the twelve Olympian gods...
Now, however, he's attacking a mere mortal in a fit of rage...
How could a mere mortal have driven him to such a predicament?!
However, Yara had lost the concept of fear.
Should I avoid his sharp edge?
Before the pain subsides.
He leaped into the air, his figure shooting into the clouds like an arrow.
Rushing towards the red meteor falling from the sky.
In mid-air, he suddenly unleashed a punch!
A terrifying force erupted in the air with bursts of explosions, like thunderclaps.
And the red shooting star that shone in the sky did not shy away at all.
Like lightning streaking across the sky.
And Yara is like an arrow piercing the sky.
The two collided—
It burst into a burst of dazzling light in the air, like fireworks!
The moonlight shone through.
One human and one god landed at the same time.
Pfft—
When I came to my senses...
Yara found herself pierced through the abdomen by a spear that gleamed with a red light...
Moonlight on the ruins of the temple.
Yara collapsed to her knees, blood flowing freely...
The words of the god of war seemed to echo in his ears—
"Foolish mortals…"
"The power of those evil gods and monsters is no match for the great Olympian gods—"
"Everything will be according to the will of the supreme Zeus..."
"You are like Sisyphus, who deceived the gods; he is cunning..."
"And you, you are reckless..."
Blood flowed from Yara's mouth, and his soul seemed to crumble inch by inch, golden cracks spreading out...
He murmured:
"No..."
"Not a monster..."
"It's not an evil god either..."
The golden-haired son of Zeus, the war god clad in a golden helmet, did not understand Yara's meaning; his voice echoed in Yara's ears—
"Mortal, what are you whispering?"
Yara looked up at the sky.
Suddenly, he inexplicably laughed and said in a worshipful tone:
"It's God..."
"In that highest heaven, holy and great is the one true God..."
The god of war still didn't understand, but when he followed Yara's gaze to the sky—
The night sky ripped open a rift like the eye of God...
The light of platinum shone through the gap in the night sky.
A sacred pillar of light.
The light shone on him...
The god of war had not yet begun to have any doubts.
A dark, twisted creature with a dark gold hue and an eerie golden halo.
They descended from the heavens to the mortal realm.
Ares immediately felt an unprecedented, terrifying pressure, and his whole body trembled.
It felt like facing a god-king!
And when that eerie, raven-like creature descended to the mortal realm.
Even the Heavenly King and Queen arguing in the distance stopped in an instant.
Black wings that covered the sky completely enveloped the moonlight, plunging the entire world into an eerie silence.
It was as if a calamity had befallen the world.
Blood seeped from Yara's lips, revealing a pale smile.
He knelt down and prayed with his head bowed:
"Praise be to the messenger of the Lord—"
"Lord of the Crows..."
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