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At the peak of Mount Olympus, Achilles raised his sword and pointed forward, boundless light swirling around him.
And this time, just as he had said, Ares indeed had nowhere to hide.
No matter how angry he felt that the gods had not intervened to help, the War God dared not let this madman enter the Golden Palace before the eyes of Zeus and Hera.
However, the good news was that this time, he was not facing the enemy alone.
In the sky, two massive auras descended successively, echoing with Ares from afar.
Three gods with great divine power unleashed their full strength, and although none of them considered themselves the strongest in this domain, their combined power was enough to warrant any True God's respect.
"Whew—"
With his aura locked onto the hero before the Golden Palace, the War God no longer wished to speak.
Though his opponent's victory was only reliant on the power of other gods, his own defeat was an indisputable fact.
