Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Chapter 212: Man fighting the god



Then Hecate, holding the staff, suddenly shrank rapidly and turned into the size of a goblin, sitting steadily on Promise' shoulder as she raised her hand and glared at Ares, who was confused by this series of events, in the distance and spoke.

"Go ahead, beat him up!"

..Oh, no, it was Athena and Promise who provoked you, why are you taking it out on me!

Well...this would have been the reaction of a normal person, if he faced such situation...

A normal person would definitely feel confused, even aggrieved.

But who was he?

Was he a normal person.

No, he was Ares, the god of war.

The brainl..cough simple minded god, who cared about nothing but war.

Ares wasn't aggrieved...well as Hecate said, he was indeed a rather rare punching bag, because this guy was even more excited at the moment.

"Hahaha, come on!"

Realizing that the battlefield before him was not 'real' and therefore that no matter what he did it would not affect reality, Ares directly release all of his divine power.

In an instant, the earth trembled, as if several disasters like flood, earthquake and storms were coming all at once, and the horrifying aura approached Promise.

In response to to such violent opening, the boy just smiled faintly for a moment, before, the power bestowed on him by the goddess of agriculture Demeter appeared, and under the powerful power of several gods, flowers bloomed on the surface instantly.

At the same time, a sky full of dark butterfly demons flew over and landed all over the battlefield.

Day and moonlight illuminated the battlefield at the same time, making the place look like a dream.

The two downplayed the disaster so much it felt like a paradise rather than the abyss it should have.

"Well, although this isn't the final painting, let's just treat it as a practice run."

After speaking, Promise raised his head confidently as a pure white feather canvas appeared in his hand.

Under the power of authority and artifact, he was now a SSS rank hero endowed with authority and power of the Gods.

However, at the same time, he was also the most romantic painter, who painted the reality. After all, it was a painting made by his hands, so it must be so beautiful that it could move the gods, just like the night sky and the underworld before.

However, the fight was between two so-called alpha Beta Omega level powerhouses, so the commotion that cause would naturally would not be a small matter.

So, with the sun and the moon existing at the same time, Hades, the king of the underworld, walked out of the darkness with his wife Persephone, the queen of the underworld.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, also appeared, and the sound of the surging sea was rolled up in this empty space.

In addition to them, many gods also cast their eyes on this event in surprise.

On the Argo, the sea sage Thetis, who was looking at this place from afar, had crystal clear unhappiness written all over her face.

If she had known this, she would not have agreed to guard the ship!

Well Promise didn't know the full extent of the commotion he was causing, but even if he knew, he would not care about it.

He was rather busy.

'After outlining the scenery of the painting, the next step is the content.'

'In this case, what kind of content would be worthy of being engraved in the painting?'

Promise quickly thought of the answer, then raised the golden spear in his hand and used the power granted by Goddess Artemis to hunt Ares as the spear firmly locked on the goddess of war in front of him.

At this moment, the light shone on him as his scattered silver hair swayed slightly, and his golden eyes even flashed with thunder...that was the power of thunder stolen from Hecate's magic.

Seeing this, Ares did not defend or anything... he actually gave his greatest cooperation... No, The just simply wanted to kill.

Therefore, when he realized that the attack was very powerful, Ares laughed loudly and tried his best to drive his power, turning into a real disaster.

His body grew larger and he became a Titan-like giant.

The rampaging force of his transformation destroyed the paradise laid out beneath their feet.

But at this moment, the rough draft of the painting that Promise was going to draw had already taken shape.

On one side was a hero favored by the gods, amidst the flowers blooming on the ground, the sun shining on him, and lightning gathering on his spear.

On the other side was an absolute disaster, hovering above on the sky, with all creatures on the ground destroyed,

Like some kind of a giant high above looking down at the humans below, as if scoffing at the guy, arrogant enough to fight against him.

Then, Promise threw the spear in his hand as the divine weapon, with the roar of thunder, went towards the raging disaster.

'If one really wanted to describe what this scene looked like at this moment, perhaps only the word "nuclear peace" could summarize it.

No, even the two combined might not be comparable to the destruction these guys were

causing...and

"Okay, now that the painting is done, now let's start a serious fight!"

After completing his impromptu painting and presenting a magnificent stage play to the gods

who came to watch, Promise was excited and eager to try.

What he didn't expect was that Ares on the other side had most of his armor broken.

This guy was obviously injured, but he still stood there proudly with a spear in his hand.

Ah?

Just as Ares raised his head with pride and was about to say that he had recognized Promise and that he can paint him, he heard Promise say this...and the expression on his face was

meme worthy.

Well...he was stunned to say at least.

Start?

Wait, isn't it over already?!

"Actually...I've been wanting to say this for a long time."

At this moment, Hermes couldn't help but ask, "When Promise received the power and authority of us five gods, this battle was already over, right?"

Not to mention that these five were all main gods!

In fact, it even included Athena, who was truly the most capable fighter!

So to be precise, Athena's blessing alone was enough for Promise to fight Ares.

But they were five.

Although, it could be said that even if the five main gods divide their power to a mortal, it

may not be greater than one true god because of the very fact that the other party was a god. After all, no matter how powerful a mortal is, he could not defeat a god..well especially sincen/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

his power was not his own.

And because he was Promise.

But the problem was that there was still a great goddess Hecate sitting on the shoulders of

promise.

When she shared the divine power with Promise and stabilized the power inside him, it was

not as simple as one plus one..hell it wasn't even multiply.

It was simply raising powers of ten.

The strength he had now was so strong that if Promise couldn't win under such circumstances, then it would be shame for generations to come.

Wasn't this just overestimating Ares, and underestimating top gods like Athena and Hecate?

So...

"Wait, it just started, isn't it already over?!"

Hearing the words and looking at energetic Promise, even Ares, the stubborn and war hungry

god, realized something was wrong.

His eyes opened wide and he wanted to say something, but unfortunately, Promise couldn't

hear him.

Hecate, who was sitting on the shoulder, curled her lips as a beautiful ... Oh, no, it was a

nightmare smile, appeared on her face.

After all, it was all her doing.

The reason Promise couldn't hear anything was simply because she had blocked Ares' voice

from the beginning and even used some illusions, so...

"Stop, stop, stop hitting me. Ouch, it hurts. No, it's ok if you hit me, but please don't hit me in

the face, Aooo-oh!"

Bang bang bang! Seeing the scene, Hermes clapped his hands excitedly.

Looking at Ares being beaten down to the ground, it was as if he had just seen the scene in

which he was hunted down by the gods led by Promise.

"Let us celebrate together, celebrate the painting of Promise, the rising drama, which has

now reached its climax once again!"

'Aren't you really not afraid that Ares will recover and beat you senseless... 'Apollo looked speechlessly at Hermes, who wanted to raise his feet and applaud.

However, Hermes didn't care at all.

If it were any other god, he would hesitate a bit, but Ares..hah..if he could be caught by Ares,

or

if he couldn't deceive this stupid guy,

Hermes felt he might as well as stop being the messenger of the gods and the god of

deception!

.

At this moment, Athena looked up and took out the picture she had just drawn from the sky.

In the picture, Promise was holding a spear and pointing it at Ares, the incarnation of disaster.

The only difference was that in the painting, he was not alone, but there were many heroic figures standing behind him.

This time they were no longer standing by and watching as they did before, but were paving

the way forward for the young man, looking up at the scene from behind the road, smiling.

"His paintings are as beautiful as ever."

Hera came to Athena and also saw the painting.

"Is this the tenth one?"

As she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

'Well, there are only two left, Hestia, the eldest sister of the gods, and her... the goddess of

wisdom, Athena!'

"No."

Athena shook her head and replied calmly, "Only one more is missing."

Hearing her words, Hera was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, Athena tilted

her head and looked at the Argo that was quietly docked in the distance, and said, "Because Hestia's painting will be completed maybe tomorrow or a day later... After all, even

though her painting is difficult in its own way, for Promise, it will be the simplest painting

yet."

Hearing this, Hera did not ask what kind of painting it was, but furrowed her brow and said, "So, you mean to say...?"

Athena smiled knowingly, her golden eyes gleaming as she tilted her head, and looked into

the distance.

Her sight settled on Pegasus, standing alongside Clotho, the Goddess of Fate.

As if sensing the attention, Clotho raised her head.

Even though her milky eyes couldn't see the present moment, at that moment, she was still

able to look Athena in the eye.

The two looked at each other quietly, and after a moment, Clotho turned and stepped into the shadows of the night, carrying Promise's destiny with her.