I rely on myself

Chapter 463 The Fall of Perseus
The smoke and dust cleared, revealing the situation inside the pit.

Perseus was embedded in the ground, motionless, and the most eye-catching thing was the huge wound on his chest.

The wound extended from his left shoulder to his right waist, completely spanning his entire upper body.

If it weren't for the fact that Perseus' chest was still moving up and down, everyone would have thought he was dead. But even so, Perseus' condition was already dire.

The same thought arose in the minds of everyone who saw this scene, that is, the winner had been revealed, and the loser was not Luke the human being, but Perseus the god.

The Purple Knight God Sektor slowly descended from the air and finally landed smoothly on the ground without making much noise.

From this we can see that, although the principle is unknown, there is no doubt that the Purple Knight God has the ability to fly. It is precisely because of this ability to catch the opponent by surprise that the outcome of this battle is decided in an instant.

The sound made when the Purple Knight God landed was very small. Although such a huge body must have a lot of weight, thanks to its flying ability, the noise made when it landed on the ground was very small.

But even so, the sound instantly stimulated a certain existence, causing him to wake up from consciousness and take action.

"……clatter!"

With the sound of gravel falling to the ground, Perseus stood up slowly and firmly.

Although as he moved, the huge wound on his chest would cause severe pain due to the pulling, and more blood would flow out, staining his clothes red and even dripping onto the ground to form bright red marks, his actions did not pause at all.

"........."

Looking at Perseus like this, Luke said nothing and made no move. He just watched quietly as the man in front of him struggled.

“Hu, ha, hu, ha…”

Ten or so seconds later, Perseus, who had been struggling hard, stood up again, and straightened his chest, while breathing heavily, as if the wound on his chest had no effect at all.

But in fact, everyone present could see it clearly.

Perseus' struggle caused the wound that had already healed to burst open again. A large amount of blood flowed out like a faucet, and even formed a puddle under his feet.

Only Perseus, the god of disobedience, could endure such a huge amount of bleeding. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.

However, even so, Perseus' already serious injuries were further aggravated. This was a very irrational behavior, but no one present said anything about it, they just watched quietly.

“…Huh, ha, that was a great strike. It seems I was too careless. Otherwise, even if I was defeated in the end, it wouldn’t have happened so quickly. I haven’t even achieved any results worth mentioning. What a pity—!”

The first to break the silence was Perseus. At this last moment, he did not show any negative emotions about the defeat. He just regretted his own carelessness, which led to the defeat early, perfectly demonstrating what it means to be a hero.

Luke, who had been silent for a long time, smiled and replied, "After all, I spent a lot of effort to get this opportunity. If you can avoid it so easily, it would make me look incompetent."

"Oh, that's right. This is the result of your wisdom. I admit defeat sincerely... Then let me take your victory." Perseus opened his arms and exposed his chest without reservation, indicating that Luke should take the victory he deserved. Naturally, Luke would not refuse.

"Of course. After all, I've put so much effort into it, I won't let it go."

As he spoke, the Purple Knight God raised his greatsword and made a thrusting gesture, with the tip of the sword aimed directly at Perseus' chest, ready to stab him at any time.

Facing the sharp edge so close at hand, the fearless smile on Perseus' face did not waver in the slightest. Instead, he suddenly said, "Ah, come to think of it, I haven't even asked for your name yet. Can you tell me? Your name is..."

"Luke, Luke Clausell, he is just a mercenary. Do you think he is worthy of your attention, Lord God?"

"Of course! If even a man like you is not pleasing to my eyes, then how blind I am... Then Luke, the victory of this battle will temporarily rest in your hands. Wait for me to come again in the future, and I will definitely snatch it from you!!!"

Perseus loudly declared to Luke that they would make another decision when the next day came, and Luke's response was——

"...That's a pity. Although I really want to agree, I probably don't have the chance anymore. So goodbye, Perseus."

Perseus was unable to react to Luke's words full of emotion. What did he mean by farewell forever? For them, gods, even if they were killed, would be reborn from the realm of immortality under the influence of mythology. This was something all magicians knew. Why would the other party say such a thing?

Before Perseus could figure out what was happening, the giant sword had already fallen, and the sharp blade pierced his chest without hesitation, instantly destroying his only remaining life force.

At that moment, Perseus saw a huge figure shining with the light of steel.

That was the same origin as the knight statue that defeated him... No! To be more precise, the source of the purple knight statue that defeated him was the other party!
As if noticing Perseus, the figure also cast his gaze over to him. The moment he was stared at, Perseus' body couldn't help but tremble.

Is it because of fear?

After a brief thought, Perseus recognized the feeling that was welling up in his heart at this moment. It was fear. So what was the reason for it?

Was it because of the other party's incredible power? No, it was because the first time he saw him, Perseus had a feeling that he was a natural enemy.

But this should be impossible. After all, gods do not have natural enemies. Even if there is mutual restraint between gods, it is brought about by mythology, not their own reasons.

Although it was incredible, after repeated confirmation by Perseus, it was true that the huge figure in front of him, shining with the light of steel, was his natural enemy, or the natural enemy of all their gods!

As if having seen enough, the huge figure moved, and a sharper, colder steel light radiated from his body and instantly enveloped Perseus.

The moment he was enveloped by the light, Perseus instantly realized that his body was gradually disappearing and his consciousness began to become dull. This feeling was very bad, but he had no way to stop it.

"What is this? I see! Is that why they said goodbye forever? What a shocking truth! But it's a pity that even if I realized this, it was already too late. What a pity..."

After saying this with his last bit of strength, Perseus' consciousness fell into complete darkness and he never woke up again.

(End of this chapter)