Greek and Roman Mythology

"It's been a long time, Ares."

"I have no intention of greeting you."

"Still, there's nothing to be blunt about, is there?"

Ares stares at Prometheus, who ignores the current.

"You're a whore. Aren't you ashamed to do such shameless things in public?"

"...."

Prometheus looks at Ares and flinches and says nothing.

"Seeing that you can't speak, you're admitting your position."

Ares raises his spear, in a javelin pose, as if he didn't have anything else to see. Then he throws it hard.

The javelin slits through the wind, not aiming for itself, but for Prometheus, fallen to his knees.

The eyes of the current that noticed it distorted horribly.

"Son of a bitch!"

Sharpen it, declaring the area, and moving your hands naturally raises the darkness.

From the dark-bitten floor, darkness rises like a sticky jelly, wrapped in a new dark blessing.

Immediately thereafter, I bumped into Ares' thrown javelin.

Pa-ang!

As the air tears, the spear bounces off and rolls down the mountain.

However, the falling spear disappeared.

The currents lift their heads and there are the spears that Ares just threw away.

It seems that the current possesses the ability to recover, such as Kunir, Longinus' spear, and Gayball.

Then the armor he has now means it's no ordinary thing.

I yelled at him with a slightly stiff face.

"Ares! Who would want to attack her?"

"So are you. Currents. If you want to remain neutral, stay out of the way unless you want to go to Titan."

"Who dares to threaten anyone? Hey."

Ares' eyebrows twitched at the words of the current.

Did you just use the words "dare" and "yes"?

Ares was deprived of his pride.

I was annoyed by the currents, but my anger rose with the idea that it was good.

"Do you want to die?"

"You got a problem with that? Go ahead!"

As Ares shouted in a loud, angry voice, the current straightforward provoked him, spreading the wings of the other angel.

Black feathers gush from its outstretched wings and shoot out arrows at Ares.

There are no conversations.I 've decided to fight.

Then Ares is armed as he drives the feathers away with spears and shields.

I left the train unattended and tucked into the sword so it could be activated at any time.

He wears only one and only one.

Wearing the Scarecrow Mask, weapons appear behind your back.

It was also accompanied by an intangible Laevateinn, a Shine Blade, a Dependent Chalk Map, a 16th Window - an illusory world Alia, an eighth Blade - a Deadsword Argal, and a Bloody Cursed Margot Tyrfingr.

Especially since Shining Sword Dragon Sword and invisible Leviathan were used by the existence of God, they are quite powerful in their sacred power.

Ares tries to run into the currents with all his feathers removed, but stops flinching as he sees the weapons floating around him.

"Hey, my collections. You want it, don't you?"

As you move your wings with your masked face, the Mana lifts you up naturally.

Ares' weary expression is visible below the helmet.

You seem to be thinking clearly.

"Now, don't even think about running. I'm going to kill you here today, if that's possible."

"Who kills who, the god of war, will kill me?"

"Oh, of course. There's nothing you can't kill. I killed Nemea, Hydra, and Gerion, immortal monsters."

Currently, he looks closely at the weapons floating behind his back and reaches out for the new blade.

A large, one-handed amniotic sword, the Great Sword, is caught in the hands of the current.

The sack is made of gold and glows yellow. The blade glows blue and the runes are engraved with gold.

As I held the sword in my hand, I felt an exhilarating feeling of current in the palm of my hand.

A strange magical force hovers around the blade of Thyrbing.

"The sword is called Tyrfingr. A sword called a sword."

The birthplace of martial arts is not a Greek myth, but a Nordic myth.

It is said that Dwarves made some of the most iconic swords, magic swords, or other legendary objects of the Northern Hemisphere.

Thyrbing is no exception.

It was made by two Dwarves named Diarin and Dyren, who were the descendants of Odin, who made the swords for them.

The king demanded a sword for his life, and the Dwarves had no choice but to make one.

However, I didn't just hand it over. They put a curse on the sword and said, 'If anyone is pulled out of the scabbard, he must be put to death, and even his master will be led to destruction.'.

Of course, the king drew his sword in front of two dwarves and killed the dwarf who made it out of an unknown impulse.

Thyrbing gave victory to the king since then, but betrayed the Black Lord in the final battle.

Since then, the sword has passed through many masters and brought them glory and destruction at the same time.

Currents stroked their blades with one hand, reminiscing about the legend.

The amniotic sword is usually very heavy.

So, it must be a heavy weapon to lift with one hand, but for the Currents, it was only lightweight without limit.

You raise the dead man's tyrbing and hold it vertically up against Ares.

"It's a beautiful sword, and you know why it's called a sword. Ares?"

"...."

"When you point the sword at this opponent, you must put blood on the sword when you draw it. If you pull out a knife, it's a proper sword to cut through a radish. Oh, don't you know the proverbs? Anyway."

"Does that mean you're going to kill me?"

"Of course, right?"

Thyrbing, smiling and in the hands of the currents, sucks the Mana around him.

At the same time, golden runes engraved on the blade glow, and the winds of solid lines gather around them and begin to spin on the blade.

There is a small gust around the blade, and the wind blows violently over time.

"You're ready to kill me, too, okay? Ares, I'm fighting against Olympus."

"Don't be ridiculous! I'll never let you make fun of that pompous mouth again!"

"All right, come on! Before you do, try to stop it.Why do you feel the sword is called a sword? Understand!"

The currents flap their wings, rushing towards Ares and dropping their upright tyres.

Ares covers himself with his shield, whether he feels an unusual aura.

Then the transparent membrane forms around the shield like a wall, surrounding Ares at a rapid rate.

Shhh!

Thyrbing's razor-sharp blade burrows through the transparent barrier like a skull.

At that moment, a gust of wind that was wrapping up the day of Thyrbing seeped into the wall.

Kwa-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka!

The transparent barrier is torn to pieces to endure for a moment, and the gust blows away along with the wall, creating a strong wind around it.

As the barrier disappears, the current pulls the tyrbing and stabs it straight into Ares.

Ares, who was hiding behind the shield, also reaches out his spear.

Stick swords and spears at each other. Each other's crucial spots.

However, the current to cover the ground with a shield is bare.

"Ha! Idiot!"

Ares smiled, thinking the currents were foolish.

Conversely, the currents slapped their tongues with the appearance of such ares.

"Who's stupid? Because we can. You fool."

A dark blessing appears, blocking Ares' spear, but it quickly tears apart.

Instead, when the shield was torn apart, among the weapons floating behind his back, his Blade and Crossing Cross Flame and Threshold Sacks of Levanthans were intact! With a shout, you block Ares' spear precisely.

And the rest of the weapons were sprayed simultaneously against Ares as soon as the currents hit the shield.

The explosive sound echoes through the air, and Ares, who was unable to withstand the shock, fades away from the clouds.

"This is ridiculous!"

The currents that saw Ares bounce off, screaming as if they didn't believe it, looked down at their hands.

In addition to the passive buff that is automatically triggered in certain situations, the active buff has used nothing other than a declaration of territory.

Nevertheless, I am not lacking against Ares, but I am overwhelmed.

I was disappointed that this was the only force of Ares in the position of God of War among the gods of Olympus.

It's not the God of War, it's the God of the Fucker.

You are good at handling weapons, but you are useless if your strength does not support you.

You slowly flap your wings, bouncing off the ground, and reach for Ares.

When my feet close to the ground, I fold my wings and tuck them in.

When Ares sees the current coming down on the ground, he groans and looks at his cowardly body, and a smile pops out.

"Hahahaha, don't get cocky. God didn't just fall from that height, did he? What are you so impressed with that it doesn't hurt?"

"Hehe, how dare you!"

"But what, that's all you got left? I'm disappointed."

"Don't be ridiculous! You think you won just because the attack was a success!"

Ares gritted his teeth and distorted his face, rushing toward the currents with a loud roar like an animal.

Originally, it was supposed to trigger autonomous judgmental defenses and attacks, which were the skill of the Dawgee Mask, towards the rushing Ares, but the currents suppressed it for a while.

Then he handed Ares' attack over to Tirving, handed to him by hand.

"You're mistaken."

As he speaks, he shreds the darkness from the air and breaks the piercing spear to the side.

"The winner has always been me."

I'm poking the spear fast enough to leave a residual impression, but not fast enough to stop it.

Let's move the tearbing around lightly. * * We're good! With the sound of the street, the dung just pops up everywhere.

No attack touched the body of the current.

Plus, even if you block it with one hand, your arm won't be too hard.

Seeing Ares spreading the same attack over and over again, the currents' eyes turn cold and thin.

I don't have anything else to see.

A golden rune engraved on the blade of Thyrbing once again emits a gust of light and swings it towards Ares' right arm.

The spear extends toward Thyrbing, but the wind knocks it into the wrong spot and lets out its right arm.

Surprised Ares urgently tries to shield her, but it's too late.

Screaming!

Thyrbing's sharp blade severs Ares' right shoulder.

Along with the terrifying sound of the cut, the right arm with the spear rises into the air as it is, and Ares' eyes are fixed to the flying arm.

"That's not a match."

The currents take a few steps back and mutter, touching the serpent's cheek.

It's only been about ten minutes since the battle began.

Ares has speared the currents hundreds of times, but none of them have hurt the currents.

Ares kneels on his knees, enduring the agony of the right shoulder shredded with his left hand.

I knew he was a crier, so I thought he'd cry and beg me to save him, but he's not who I thought he was.

Besides, I don't like that it looks like a drama or a cartoon scene, rather than something gross, because gold powder pours out instead of blood.

"Grrrgh...!"

"... like I've become a villain."

If you're a villain, Ares is the main character.

In this situation, the protagonists are raised or transformed to escape the crisis.

"....."

When I thought about it myself, I felt sorry for the currents because of the possible stories.

And even if the protagonist doesn't wake up, if we don't get this done quickly, a new colleague will show up and help us.

"Oh, that can't be right."

I looked around just in case.

There was no one to help Ares other than the human army, which was almost destroyed by mir and demons, and a world full of gold dust as they died.

And as soon as I turned my head back to Ares, I saw the currents.

a flash of light from the sky, and a bolt of lightning that descends as it perceives the light.

Heat at high temperatures around the body.

"I didn't think..."

Too much light!

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Cloudy June 12, 2013.

I don't know if it's time to write a novel because it's test period ^ ^.

....... I'm serious, not lying. Time is flowing at LTE speed.

Joining the army will change this to 2G.

P.S. Sorry, the reason for the misspacing on the front page was with automatic line breaks in Notepad.