The world-devouring dragon

It was a red-haired man, with a heroic figure, strong muscles and handsome appearance, just like the young prince and heroic warrior in all the stories.

Just looking at his appearance, you would even think that he was a noble and handsome Greek prince. But the terrifying eyes and hair like fire and blood revealed the identity of this great god.

Ares, the god of war.

The hair of this great god was red because it was the color of blood. His eyes were red because it was the result of killing madly.

Chasing battles and liking to fight, any war he intervened in, even if it was a war that could be won quickly, must be killed until blood flowed into rivers, dragging it into a war that exhausted both sides.

The god of war has not yet been satisfied with the bloodbath, so how can mortals easily end the battle.

People fear this great god, not only because he dominates the war, but also because it brings bloody slaughter.

"Damn mortal, how dare you kill my child!"

The god of war walked out of the smoke, holding a bronze spear and roaring.

The god of war has countless children, and everyone likes to claim that they have the blood of the god of war, but the one who was just killed is also particularly eye-catching.

That is the child born to the god of war Ares and a fairy, named Cygnus, who was born with the ability to transform into a swan and can fly freely in the sky.

But just now, this swan warrior was killed by the great hero. The painful swan died in a groan, and was then lifted to the sky by the pitying fairy and promoted to the constellation of Cygnus.

The great hero raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh? That Cygnus is your child? I thought he was a fake. He blocked my way and challenged me, so I killed him."

The great hero chased the prey on the ground. His sixth task was the strange birds of Lake Stymphalus.

It was a group of huge and terrifying man-eating monsters. It is said that their bodies are stronger than iron, their feathers can fly like sharp arrows, their beaks can peck through the solid shields of mortals, and their speed is as fast as the wind.

When the hero was chasing these strange birds, he met a warrior who blocked his way. He claimed to be the child of Ares, the god of war, and wanted to kill the hero.

The warrior moved very quickly and could transform into a swan at any time to quickly escape from the hero's attack. So the hero, who had failed to hit him several times, seized the opportunity and tore off his wings with his bare hands, so that the proud swan could no longer fly.

The screaming swan warrior died at the hands of the hero, and quickly attracted the attention of the god of war.

The god of war was quickly enraged by the hero's indifferent attitude.

"You mortal, I will pull out your intestines and strangle you with them."

The god of war took a big step, and the long distance was no longer reduced in one step. The spear in his hand drilled out like a poisonous dragon.

"Huh!"

The spear pierced out with a sound of breaking through the air.

The hero was shocked and tried to dodge. But the spear was extremely sharp and swift, like a flash of lightning. Even if he barely avoided it, it could still easily penetrate the leather armor on the hero's body and cut his flesh.

In addition to the important parts of the body protected by the lion skin, the hero quickly had several wounds on his body, looking extremely embarrassed.

Another stab came, the hero clenched the wooden stick in his hand, exerted force on his wrist, and swept upward.

"Clang!"

Accompanied by the sound of metal collision, the wooden stick waving in the hero's hand finally blocked the spear.

The wooden stick, which was originally made of ordinary wood, has been with the hero for many years, but it has also brought a strange effect. Even when facing the weapon of God, it has never been shattered or cracked, only a small gap has been knocked out.

"Woo wow wow wow!"

The God of War made a strange cry, suddenly exerted force under his feet, and pressed his body towards the direction of the hero, with excitement in his eyes.

The power coming from the wooden stick became stronger and stronger. The hero, who has always been proud of his strength, was shocked to find that the opponent's strength was not much less than his own.

No, perhaps the power of this God of War is even greater than his own.

A warning sign emerged in his heart.

Struggling to resist the spear that was pressing down on him, the hero stumbled and had to take a few steps back.

The force was too heavy, and every step back would leave a deep dent on the ground.

It was too heavy, and the weight far exceeded all the enemies the hero had encountered in the past. No one, god, or beast could match this force.

The war god was so arrogant that he wanted to crush himself to death.

The hero had already realized this.

Want to crush me to death? Then let's see if you have the ability.

The stubbornness and unyielding nature of the hero made him not give in. He stepped back with one foot and forced it against the ground. He gritted his teeth, and the infinite potential hidden in his body burst out, resisting the huge force.

"Crack..."

The wooden stick and the spear confronted each other, making a suppressed muffled sound.

Is it the god who wins? Or the mortal who wins?

The ending was finally revealed.

"Bang!"

The wooden stick violently knocked the bronze spear made by the god away.

Even the god of war, whose power was as deep as the sea, could not suppress this mortal.

The god of war seemed to be surprised, but the hero on the opposite side did not waste this opportunity. He shrank his body, gripped the ground with his toes, and then hit the god of war on the opposite side like a cannonball.

"Bang bang bang..."

The huge force hit the god of war, and everything around him was changing. The powerful force knocked the god of war away.

"Bang...Plop..."

The body of the God of War flew out, knocking open a long passage in the jungle, and after knocking down many trees around him, the God of War stood up with difficulty.

He only had a few scratches on his body. The body of the God was difficult to be hurt. The place that really made him feel uncomfortable was his chest. When the huge force hit him, his chest hurt slightly.

But it was this feeling that made the God of War excited.

"Ha, ha ha ha..."

Compared to the mortals who were wantonly ravaged by him, this kind of person with the power of resistance is more suitable to be his opponent, isn't it?

He clenched his fists, let out a low roar, and his muscles swelled faintly. The frenzy of divine power permeated the body of this great god.

He grabbed a tree beside him, pulled up the tree by the roots with his arms, and then wiped off some branches. The trunk quickly transformed into a thick and heavy black iron stick.

No need to forge, every blade of grass and tree picked up by the God is a divine weapon.

Holding the heavy wooden stick that had just been shaped, the God of War rushed towards the hero, and the hero also met him head-on with the wooden stick in hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

When the wooden sticks collided with each other, a series of metal collision sounds were heard, and the sparks fell, burning the grass and trees on the ground, forming a raging fire.

The vibration sounded like thunder fighting, like heavy hammers colliding, not ordinary weapons fighting.

The God of War and the hero were both proud of their own strength, and were not afraid of the confrontation of strength at all, nor did they disdain to win with insidious and cunning skills. Every confrontation was a full-strength battle without hesitation.

The huge wooden stick was thicker than a person's waist, but it was wielded freely in the hands of the God of War, without any stagnation, mixed with heavy momentum and breaking air. When the wooden stick fell to the ground, the ground would make a heavy roar, and the whole earth would vibrate.

The great hero's stick was equally powerful. This stick had defeated the lion that fell from the moon, the nine-headed venomous snake, and countless beasts and demigod heroes. He believed that even if he faced a god today, it would be no different.

The Cygnus in the sky was uneasy. He was uneasy about his father's battle with his enemy. Starlight fell from the sky, illuminating his father's vision.

When two strong men fight, any influence is fatal. Under the influence of the starlight, the great hero was dazzled for a moment, and his hand movements slowed down a bit, but he reacted immediately.

"Oops!"

This slight delay may not be able to react to other people at all, but for the God of War who has been intoxicated in bloody battles for countless years, it is an opportunity that cannot be missed.

The powerful God of War glimpsed the fleeting opportunity of victory.

He waved the heavy black stick in his hand and forcibly pushed the stick away, and the stick in the great hero's hand flew out. And the next moment, the heavy stick was about to hit his head.

Ares's attack was too fierce, and he was at his wit's end, and there was no way to avoid it.

In desperation, the hero also burst out with ferocity, his eyes were bloodshot, and instead of choosing to dodge, he lowered his head slightly and chose to resist the heavy stick.

He chose to believe that his body was extremely strong, and that the lion head on his head would never be defeated easily.

"Crack!"

Amidst the heavy sound, something cracked.

It was not the hero's head, but the thick and huge stick.

When the stick with great force fell, it collided head-on with the lion's head.

The lion once named Leo, the invulnerable lion, the descendant of the ancestor of all demons, the lion that was still terrifying even after death, suddenly opened his eyes, bit the stick, and broke it abruptly.

The hero was safe, but the big hand of the god of war finally caught him.

The big hands were strong and powerful, stronger than any iron or stone. They tightly gripped the hero's waist, making it almost impossible for the hero to breathe.

The war god successfully grabbed the hero.

The battle finally entered the close-quarters wrestling stage.

The arms were tightening, and the war god wanted to strangle the mortal to death.

"Go to hell!"

The arms, which were stronger than iron and stone, kept tightening, trying to strangle the mortal in front of him.

The mortal tried to resist, his muscles swelled, but how could the power of a mortal be comparable to that of a god?

The war god was laughing wantonly, he felt that he had won.

But the god realized that something was wrong, the mortal in front of him... seemed to be a little too strong.

The arms of the war god could easily crush iron and stone into mud and break mountains, but facing the mortal in front of him, he actually... seemed... unable to strangle?

At this time, the hands of the mortal in front of him suddenly hugged his waist tightly.

At this moment, it was like two giant bears fighting each other, but the two fighting were countless times more ferocious and stronger than the giant bears.

"Great God, do you want to do this?"

The voice of the mortal sounded in the ears of the God of War.

Ares had already realized that something was wrong.

The god began to try to resist, grabbing his arms with both hands, trying to break away from the mortal in front of him and push him away, but it was too late.

If the hands of the God of War were stronger than iron and stone and could break mountains, then the hands of mortals were an indescribable strong stability, as stable as if nothing could shake him. No matter how the great god tried to push, he could not push away those strong and powerful hands.

Among Hercules' many arts, he was skilled with the bow, skilled with the chariot, skilled with the sword, and even better with painting, there were few things that the demigod raised by the serpent goddess did not know how to do.

But of all the arts, wrestling was his best.

Perhaps it is due to the snake people civilization's passion for strangulation. The snake people naturally like to strangle their opponents to death with brute force. The great hero who has been hanging out with the snake people since he was a child is best at countering the opponent's strangulation and how to strangle the opponent.

Of all the creatures, who is better at strangulation and wrestling than those pythons?

No.

Even if the great hero faces those strong giant pythons, he can still hang them alive.

This is the fashion in childhood. After many years, the hero who becomes stronger day by day is not even comparable to his childhood self.

Using both arms, the master quickly felt an irresistible force coming from his lumbar spine.

"Well……"

The great god had to open his mouth and make a sound, which was the breath that was squeezed out of his abdomen.

The big hands tightened the ribs, and the huge force was shaking the god's bones.

His hands were still trying to push the opponent away, but everything was over.

Yes, it's over, the winner has been decided.

"Creak..."

From bottom to top, the ribs were being squeezed and broken, and they were being broken section by section and being forcibly crushed.

The god's body was twitching, and the severe pain caused the God of War's arms and legs to lose strength. At this moment, he could no longer exert any strength.

"Boom...boom..."

The rows of ribs on the spine were forcibly smashed and broken. Amid the severe pain from the spine, Ares's pupils trembled and he leaned back unconsciously.

When the great hero let go of his arm, the mighty and handsome God of War fell weakly to the ground. He had failed.

He had lost this rough and wild wrestling match.

The great hero stared at the God of War on the ground. Without looking at anything else, he turned around and left.

The god who fell to the ground stared at the back of the mortal who was about to go away, and Ares felt a strong sense of humiliation.

"Mortal, are you humiliating me?"

He struggled to turn over and roared in the direction of the big hero.

The great hero did not look back, he did not like to watch the loser bark. But this stimulated the God of War even more.

Just as the great hero was about to continue looking for the strange bird, darkness gradually enveloped him from behind. The hero quickly realized something was wrong, turned his head sharply, then looked up, and saw the scene that shocked him.

A gigantic giant with unknown geometry rapidly expanded and grew in size under his gaze. His body quickly blocked the sun in the sky and blocked the light.

The giant was kneeling on the ground and could only support himself with his hands and feet, because blood was constantly oozing from his waist, which was proof that all the ribs were forcibly strangled by the great hero. His ribs were completely broken and it was no longer enough to support his body at this moment, so he had to lie on the ground panting.

But even so, his body is still like the sky, shrouding the great hero.

And this giant is none other than Ares.

The terrifying and huge giant, or rather the great god, was lowering his head. The mountain-like head stared at the mortal beneath him. Under the darkness, only the pupils that emitted light like the sun were clearly visible.

"I want you to die!"

The huge god roared, and in the hurricane caused by the words, he raised a hand and was about to fall on the great hero.