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Chapter 395 The world won't let me keep a low profile (please subscribe, read, vote and comment)
Martin and Diana turned their heads at the same time and saw Death with pale skin standing beside them.

"die?"

Martin knew that it was normal for death to appear here, but he still couldn't help being surprised.

Death said softly, "You two have caused such a big commotion, someone has to clean up the mess! Although I haven't led the old gods away from this world for a long time."

Ares, who was originally angry and unwilling, turned gray when he saw death. He no longer resisted and let Martin and Diana chop the axe and sword into his body.

This god of war obviously also knew the origin of death. When he saw this great god appear, he knew that his end had come.

Even if Zeus were to come down to earth now, he would not be able to snatch him back from the hands of death. Not to mention, this cunning king of gods would never take risks for Ares.

"You are still famous!"

Although Martin did not think that killing an outdated old god was a big deal, especially an old god who occupied the position of war.

He does not discriminate against the God of War, but war will not be affected even if there is no main god.

It has been decades since Ares left the material world and returned to Mount Olympus, but wars on Earth are still going on, and are becoming increasingly intense in local areas.

"If I encounter a strong enemy in the future, I can just summon you over, and I won't have to go through the trouble of planning and fighting."

Martin laughed and joked with death, and at the same time loosened his hand that was tightly gripping the axe handle and shook his hand. The fire of hatred floated in the air, revealing a distorted ghost face, and finally slowly dissipated.

"Your arm!"

Diana saw Martin's sleeves turned to ashes along with the fire of hatred. Blackened scars appeared on his arms, and his flesh was burned to charcoal by the fire of hatred.

"Is that what you call it's okay?"

Diana suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart. She grabbed Martin's wrist and tried to use her divine power to heal his wounds.

But the hatred that the Amazons had accumulated for thousands of years was so deep that even Diana's divinity could not soothe the hatred even if it could unite the power of the Amazons.

Only someone like Martin can use his soul to melt this hatred and turn it into a burning flame.

Even so, he had to endure the damage brought by this hatred. Not only his arms, but other parts of his body were also burned to charcoal.

"You're working so hard, have you ever thought about how I would feel if something unexpected happened?"

Diana stroked the scars on Martin's arm that were burned by the fire of hatred and could not be healed, her big watery eyes filled with tears.

Martin saw Diana's tears and felt a pang in his heart. He reached out and wiped away the tears on her face. He comforted her softly, "It is indeed risky to do this, and I have also suffered a lot. But to deal with a cunning old god like Ares, we cannot achieve our goal without paying a price."

"Besides, I still have you here! I believe that as long as you are here, nothing will happen to me."

Diana burst into laughter, looking at the way Martin carefully took care of her, and said with a smile: "You only know how to say nice things to make me happy. Next time, I will never allow you to do such desperate things again."

Martin smiled slightly, squeezed Diana's hand, and didn't answer.

"Both of you!"

Death tilted his body and appeared between them, reminding them: "Now is not the time for you to be affectionate with each other. There is an old god waiting for me to take away! Besides, I have a way to deal with the fire on Martin's body."

"Ms. Death, please help Martin and help him solve his pain."

Diana grasped Death and pleaded earnestly.

"In fact, my life will be completely restored tomorrow morning. There is no need to make a big fuss."

Martin felt that the key was to deal with Ares first.

Those born into the material world today may sympathize with Themyscira, but they may not be happy to see Ares die at the hands of a mortal.

These are two different things after all.

"You can get rid of the pain now if you do it together. Why put it off until tomorrow?"

Diana didn't even give Martin a chance to speak. She just glared at him back with a stern look.

Death looked at Martin's helpless expression, laughed out loud, then reached out and touched his forehead.

The flames of hatred that were as stubborn as maggots on the tarsal bones suddenly melted like ice and snow under the sun, and the scars on his body caused by the burns slowly began to recover. The charred flesh and blood fell off, and new flesh and blood quickly grew out.

"This is also my job. Although they have left, the hatred should also disappear."

Death does not use any magic with great sound and light effects. With just a click of the finger, all the hatred leaves this world.

"Human will can always do some magical things that even gods cannot predict."

Martin did not endorse the idea of death, but expressed it in a rather euphemistic way.

Then he made a gesture to him to make way for Death, and he and Diana sat on an exposed stone, caring for each other.

It was not until this time that Martin discovered that most of the temple worshipped by the Amazons had been destroyed, and the remaining part was swaying in the flames.

Martin was looking forward to such an accident. Diana was so concerned about Martin and the Amazon sisters that she had no time to care about a dead object made of stones.

Death took a few steps towards Ares, then suddenly stopped, turned his head slightly, and glanced over, and saw Martin's head resting on Diana's shoulder, as if he was asleep.

"What a strong man he is. He will never show any weakness to others unless he reaches his limit."

Death thought about the conversation he had had with Morpheus not long ago.

As a symbol of illusion and reality, Morpheus has always had rich emotions, but he is used to hiding these emotions and has become increasingly rigid.

Although Death asked Martin to persuade Morpheus, he did not expect the effect to be so good, causing Morpheus to begin to reveal his inner repressed side.

As a result, Death was more impressed with Martin and regarded him as a true friend.

This is also the reason why she showed up before Ares was dead. She didn't want Martin to get into any trouble, so she came to cover for him.

"We should go!"

Death crouched before Ares.

Although the essence of this god of war is a collection of dead impressions and logically has no fixed form, he was hurt by Martin's axe and Diana's sword and can only slowly face the end in human form.

"I am a god, the greatest god of war on Mount Olympus."

Ares turned his head towards Death squatting in front of him. He saw something, but he began to mutter to himself and repeat what he had done before.

From the War of Typhon to the War with the New Gods, to the Trojan War and those famous wars in human history.

He seemed to want to prove something, but his eyes were unfocused and what he said became less and less logical, until it turned into meaningless gibberish in the end.

Death sighed and patiently advised: "I can understand your attachment to this world. Tens of thousands of years ago, or even longer, I have sent many old gods away. They also had many reluctances, but I promise you that this final journey will be absolutely painless."

In a sense Death does not tell the truth, but she also does not lie.

Most intelligent life forms can continue to survive in this world through the inheritance of will even after death, allowing others to inherit their careers.

The old gods have no past and no future. Once they die, they will slowly be forgotten and disappear from this world.

However, considering that the old gods have been domineering for so many years, it is not a big deal for them to leave the world in this way.

Death examines the relationship from a third-party perspective and draws a fitting conclusion.

But Ares would not think so. If he could look at the world from such a perspective, he would not have wandered around in human society for thousands of years and done nothing except provoking wars.

"I, I, we can choose a compromise. You can turn me into a mortal, or some other form. Such a punishment is no different from death for a god."

Ares suddenly gained the strength to grasp Death and pray to the god for a second chance.

Death shook his head and refused directly, "This is impossible. After all, we can't get away with it by taking shortcuts.

Even if I turn you into a mortal, what does it matter? You can't even leave Paradise Island, and those angry Amazons won't let you go. Maybe in a few minutes you will see me again, and the result will not change. "

"I don't care about that!" Ares went crazy, waving his hands and shouting, "I don't care if it's just a few seconds or a few minutes. As long as I can survive, I don't care what form I exist in this world. I beg you for a second chance, ancient and eternal death, please give me a second chance! I am willing to give you everything."

"Nothing about you means anything to me."

Death stood up, looked down at Ares who had no dignity, shook his head and lamented for him: "Do not waste my mercy, God of War of Mount Olympus. If you insist on playing rogue to the end, you will see why I was feared by all life since the beginning of time."

Death did not use any divine power, but Ares still felt an irresistible chill flowing through his body, as if a knife was hanging on his neck.

Ares knew that if he refused, nothing good would be waiting for him.

"It seems like I don't have a choice, right?"

Death did not answer, and she suddenly found that she still liked mortals more. Whether it was birth or death, mortals could bring some feelings to Death.

The old gods are like a photograph. They seem to record all the beauty, but in fact they will never change.

But the memories also faded away, and the photo no longer had any meaning, it was just a meaningless picture.

Ares looked at Martin and Diana who were cuddling together, his eyes full of vicious hatred.

If possible, he really wanted to use up his last bit of strength to cast all the vicious curses in the world on this couple who had ruined him.

But he also knew that Death would not allow such a thing to happen in front of her.

"Without you, today's incident would have ended in a more chaotic way. I really want to see what that scene would be like."

In his final moments, Ares no longer begged for mercy or held himself together, but instead revealed his nature of liking to see strife.

Death didn't know if Martin had expected this, but she had rushed to show up to prevent this from happening.

"Stand up, it's time for us to go! I really don't know what you are thinking. Can't you have some kindness towards this world at this point?"

Death encountered this kind of thing often, and she became angry about it every time she encountered it.

If she hadn't lived long enough, she would have set up a place specifically to torture bastards like this.

But after going through so much, Death also knows that if some things continue, it will be harmful to everyone, and ending them is the best outcome.

She reached out her hand to Ares, and the body of the god of war began to decay, his divinity dimmed, and the fire of hatred, the flame of Hephaestus, and the power of Diana erupted simultaneously, ending his life completely.

Death stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, and darkness began to spread, like a lake under the night sky. Everything of Ares fell into the lake and slowly disappeared from this world.

"it's over!"

Death walked up to Diana and Martin opened his eyes at the same time.

"I actually fell asleep and didn't see how you took Ares away!"

Martin sat up straight and gently rubbed his sore eyes. The short rest did not provide his body with sufficient replenishment. Instead, it caused all the suppressed injuries in his body to erupt.

"You've gone too far. The flames condensed from hatred have given you the power to harm the gods, while also burning your body."

Death looked at Martin carefully for a few seconds and saw through his injuries.

"Although your soul is strong enough to contain thousands of years of accumulated hatred, your body is still ordinary."

Before Martin did this, he had anticipated this outcome.

He tried to raise his hand, but the injury on his arm was too severe and it was difficult to lift it, so he gave up.

"This is much better than I expected. I thought I would pass out after the fight and wouldn't be able to open my eyes until tomorrow!"

"Why didn't I notice how arrogant you were before? Don't you think you have any chance of losing?"

Death and Diana looked at each other and shook their heads, incredulous at Martin's attitude.

"What else can I say? I just have this ability. The world won't allow me to keep a low profile!"

Martin pretended to be arrogant and tried to make the two girls happy, but he ended up pulling some important muscles and gasped in pain.

“This is what happens when you’re too arrogant.”

Death and Diana did laugh, but neither watched Martin suffer like this.

Death placed his hand on Martin's shoulder, ending the pain in his body and solving his physical problems.

"Thanks. Although Ares is dead, the problems of Paradise Island have not been completely solved. If it weren't for your help, I would have a headache for a while."

Martin stood up and jumped, feeling the pain in his body disappear, thanking death.

Diana also stood up and asked, "You're not going to fight with the other gods, are you?"

"Of course not, but we need to get them back to Olympus as soon as possible, away from the material world."

Martin didn't know what the attitude of these main gods was towards Ares' death, nor did he want to care. As long as they stayed away from the material world and didn't affect the Amazons on Paradise Island, it would be fine.

"Do you need my help?"

Death waved his right hand playfully. "Come to think of it, I haven't had a fight in many years. If you want, I can help you drive all of these guys back to Mount Olympus."

She looked eager to try, as if she treated this as some kind of game. It was indeed very easy for her to expel a group of main gods.

"Forget it. I can't ask you to help me with everything."

Martin rejected death's offer.

He did not think that Death's attack would cause any bad effects. The fantasy of a powerful being able to cause the earth to break apart and the sky to collapse was too low-level.

If death wishes, it can change the basic rules of the world silently.

Martin refused his help, Jin simply because he could do it himself and there was no need to waste manpower.

"You send Ares away safely and prevent him from coming back to harm us. This is the greatest help you can give me."

Death shook his head: "You are questioning my lack of proficiency in my job!"

"That's not my intention. It's just that guys like Ares are really annoying."

Martin is most worried that the villains in the comic world will often do sit-ups and suddenly resurrect for some strange reasons.

"Don't worry, those who have reached the end, whether they are humans or gods, will never come back."

Death assured Martin, then waved goodbye to him and Diana, taking everything of Ares with him and temporarily leaving the material world.

Martin looked up at the sky. Arthur and Apollo, Artemis, Persephone and Demeter, Hestia. The fluctuations from these two battlefields were still affecting everything on Paradise Island.

"So how can we persuade them to go back now? These Lord Gods will not listen to our advice."

Diana also paid attention to these two battlefields. Persephone's side was relatively calm and peaceful. They used illusions one after another to cover up the world.

As for Arthur, he was really fighting, although he didn't use his full strength.

Martin thought for a moment and said to Diana, "You should go talk to Athena first. Since this goddess of wisdom could sit back and watch Ares being killed in front of everyone, I guess her patience with Zeus has reached its limit."

Athena in the DC world also seems to be quite miserable. When the old god system underwent major changes in the future, this goddess of wisdom was thrown down to the mortal world by Zeus and became the carrier of Zeus' resurrection.

"it is good!"

Diana agreed immediately and went to find Athena who had turned into an owl.

After that, Martin prepared to persuade Apollo and Artemis. There was no need to persuade Demeter and Hestia at all, as these two goddesses didn't care about the order of Mount Olympus at all.

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