Chapter 1129: 480: The False Fruit

Chapter 1129: Chapter 480: The False Fruit

“Who!”

Panic-stricken, with a touch of ferocity like a beast facing danger.

Ares gripped the bronze dagger he had somehow acquired, nervously watching the front.

He was too weak now, so weak that any Demigod from the Mortal Realm might be able to stop him.

If there was a Wizard blocking his path now, or those ascetics from Silver Moon City who hadn’t made a move from the beginning, he would probably fall here.

After all, Ares had heard of these terrifying Humans, selected from the Spirit Realm Church’s elite Guards and Priests, who voluntarily sharpened their spirits through the harshest lifestyles, ultimately bearing that power with strong will—the fragments of the Ancient Sun God scattered in the Mortal Realm.

According to them, this was to bear and redeem the sin of the Fake God, using their spirit to affect the will within those fragments.

If one day, that old Sun could realize his mistakes, perhaps he would be wholly forgiven by the master, able to walk once more upon the Earth.

Ares scoffed at this, but it wasn’t as if he feared their power.

Because depending on the size and level of the fragments they bore, these ascetics gave themselves different names.

From those not qualified to bear the name of ascetic, like ‘Sentry,’ ‘Night Patrol,’ ‘Sun Dancer,’ to those truly starting to temper their will, such as ‘Light Sacrifice,’ ‘Master,’ and even those who could draw Demigod strength from Divine Fragments and Incomplete Authority, such as ‘Light Son,’ ‘Inspector’…

Undoubtedly, if the War God were to encounter a ‘Light Son’ here who could briefly transform into the Proud Sun, he would only have to wait helplessly to be dragged into the endless Abyss. (3-21)

“Huff… Huff…”

“Huff… Huff…”

The heavy panting, tense spirit, yet before the Bronze Chariot, there was no red-robed, barefoot ascetic, no Legendary Wizard with powerful soul.

Ares saw only a girl in a white dress covering her head that had been knocked, glaring at him.

She seemed not to pose any threat, seemed to be just an ordinary girl.

But at this moment, the War God’s scarce Wisdom began to function.

Having lost great power, his insight became much finer.

On the girl’s body, he did not see anything that could be considered an injury.

“Who are you!”

“Get out of the way, or die!”

With the bronze dagger pointing forward, he shouted threateningly.

Among the three Fates, Clotho was the only one who hadn’t emerged, so Ares did not recognize her.

He only knew he mustn’t let her see his bluff but show his strength.

“You—”

“How can you be so rude!”

Her mouth slightly open, pointing at Ares on the chariot.

She was the one who had been hit, yet the other party was blaming the victim, which made Clotho even angrier.

“I clearly told you to stop just now, it was you who bumped into me. You should apologize!”

“But don’t worry, as long as you apologize, I will forgive you.”

With a serious expression, Clotho knew that crashing into the Fates’ carriage was definitely not a mere accident; it would bring some kind of omen.

Especially as Ares was driving the chariot at the moment, which perhaps portends him heading towards a fork in fate, a completely different turning point…

But in her expression, Ares clearly did not appreciate Clotho’s kindness.

His face grew increasingly grim, looking at the goddess in the white dress; the War God just felt she was deliberately making trouble.

“We did not know each other previously.”

Suppressing his anger, Ares shouted loudly:

“So there’s no need for me to heed you, especially since I didn’t hear your shout.”

“Now, get out of the way, this is my final warning—”

“—No, you can’t go through!”

Her face slightly changing upon hearing, Clotho’s voice became significantly more anxious.

“You, you have too many vengeful spirits on you, you should release them… they shouldn’t enter the Abyss with you, that’s wrong.”

At dusk, to others, Ares appeared alone.

But in Clotho’s eyes, there was a boundless tide of souls around him.

To resist the Law’s punishment, to delay entering the Abyss, thereby giving himself a chance to find a way out.

Ares had linked his army with [War], whether living or dead.

He also linked his Godhood Practitioner, the devout believers he could sense, and anything that could be listed as subordinates by him at that time, then united the army to shoulder this punishment together.

Of course, Law cannot be deceived so easily, and this does not exempt the War God from penalty.

But it is not without use, so the punishment was postponed, at the cost that they would enter the Abyss with Ares.

It was sensing this act so clearly counter to fate happening before her eyes that brought Clotho here hurriedly, trying to stop Ares’s actions—after all, she can only try to obstruct this.

“Who!”

Panic-stricken, with a touch of ferocity like a beast facing danger.

Ares gripped the bronze dagger he had somehow acquired, nervously watching the front.

He was too weak now, so weak that any Demigod from the Mortal Realm might be able to stop him.

If there was a Wizard blocking his path now, or those ascetics from Silver Moon City who hadn’t made a move from the beginning, he would probably fall here.