I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

Chapter 86. The Murder of the First Son of the Heavenly Father

Diana had heard of Hercules since she was a child.

One of the most powerful offspring of Zeus, the king of the gods, and a mortal, she was a renowned hero in the mortal realm, but she had never heard of the Twelve Trials.

It's normal that your mother didn't tell you.

After all, one of the twelve trials was to obtain her magic belt.

David laughed.

"There's no need for a mother to tell her daughter about her failures and embarrassing moments, and besides..."

"And what?"

Hippolyta felt a jolt of fear as she looked at the young man in the hall casting a playful glance at her, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

Does he know something else?

Impossible, only the gods know about that.

When Diana pressed him for an answer, David chuckled but did not reply.

If Hippolyta had told Diana this myth, Diana would surely have asked Heracles how he defeated her mother.

Some of the details can be quite embarrassing.

"Diana was the daughter of Zeus and Hippolyta, while Heracles was the son of Zeus. However, Heracles almost 'captured' Hippolyta, although that was before Zeus."

Sooner or later, Diana would learn the truth about her origins, and at that time, the perfect image of her mother in her heart would likely be shattered.

"But thinking about it, it's nothing compared to the style of the Greek gods."

David's eyes showed a hint of admiration.

Hercules is a good example. He was the son of Zeus and Alcmene, who was the granddaughter of Perseus, and thus Zeus's great-granddaughter.

As for the fact that she was also the wife of Amphitryon, the king of Thebes, that was relatively insignificant.

"The twelve trials: skinning the invulnerable lion of Nemia, killing the massive, venomous Hydra, capturing the doe of Mount Cerynea, taking the mighty Erymanthos boar alive... and finally bringing Cerberus, the three-headed dog, back to Hell."

David casually recounted the twelve trials Hercules endured, and Diana grew increasingly astonished as she listened, hearing the names of terrifying monsters from mythology she had heard since childhood.

These trials would probably be difficult even for the gods, especially the last one. Cerberus was Hades' pet, the ruler of the underworld. It's a wonder how Hercules managed to do it.

Diana looked at her mother with a mixture of surprise and doubt, finally understanding why her mother had changed her mind.

What achievement would be more difficult than all twelve trials combined?

"Outsider, you don't need to complete so many trials."

"Just do one thing, and we'll make you king."

Hippolyta exclaimed loudly.

"That is—to kill Ares, the god of war who still roams the world!"

A thunderous roar echoed through the hall, and the group of valiant Amazonian warriors trembled upon hearing the name, unable to help but feel a sense of fear.

For a moment, the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as if everyone was afraid that if the Queen called out his name, they would attract Ares's evil gaze the next second.

"Ares, Ares who killed all the gods, including Zeus, the father of the gods!"

Diana was deeply moved and couldn't help but speak out.

The Amazons revered the Olympian gods, including the omnipotent Zeus, Poseidon, and Apollo, but thousands of years ago, all of these powerful deities were slaughtered by one man.

That was Ares, the god of war and the eldest son of Zeus, the father of the gods, and Hera, the queen of the gods.

"Ares is war, mutiny, slaughter and riot, a symbol of power and authority. He is bloodthirsty and ruthless, the embodiment of human calamity..."

Diana read aloud the terrifying rumors she had heard since childhood about the firstborn son of God the Father.

"If I make Ares disappear from this world, will the Amazons submit to me?"

Seemingly oblivious to the horrified reactions of the people in the hall, and as if he had never heard of Ares's illustrious name, David spoke as if reciting an ordinary one.

In his words, killing the god of war seemed like an ordinary matter.

It was pretty much what David had guessed.

All the powerful beings and monsters the Amazons encountered are dead, leaving only Ares. What else can serve as a trial subject?

"Kill Ares..."

God cannot be killed; He will only perish, that is, die when He is forgotten or lost to the faith.

“If I could ‘kill’ Ares, he would return to Mount Olympus in the realm of the gods, and he would probably be immediately imprisoned by the gods he had killed.”

"At that time, his proud nature will likely lead him to harbor eternal resentment towards the mortal who killed him while he is imprisoned."

A glimmer of light appeared in David's eyes.

It's like having a god constantly providing him with emotional energy; even if Hippolyta didn't tell him, he was already planning to do it.

And now, the final piece of the puzzle—the 'legitimate' conquest of the Amazons—is laid out before him.

"Killing two birds with one stone..." His expression was neither sad nor happy, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"...You know many secrets that mortals shouldn't know, but haven't you heard how terrible Ares is?"

Hearing David's change of wording, and realizing that her little scheme had been seen through, Hippolyta, who had been queen for thousands of years, only showed a slight change in expression, without any embarrassment, and asked with a belly full of surprise and questions.

"Strength and weakness, fear and dread, are always relative."

"Ares is as terrifying to you as death itself, but not to me."

David chuckled, radiating a powerful confidence that showed he didn't see the mythical Firstborn Son of the Father as a terrible threat, which made Diana glance at him sideways.

Although her mother never told her about the twelve trials of Heracles, she had told her about other heroes from Greek mythology since she was a child.

Having grown up listening to those stories, Diana admired the heroes who faced any challenge head-on and never backed down, and aspired to be like them, never fearing any hardship or difficulty.

The man before her was handsome and powerful, possessing the confidence to overcome any challenge, much like the heroes she admired when she was a child.

Diana's eyes flickered slightly as she was bound by the Lasso of Truth.

Amazons abhor lies!

Looking at David, who was speaking eloquently, Hippolyta paused for a moment, then said decisively.

"Outsiders, the promises made by the Amazons will be kept until death!"

She responded to David's doubts.

After she finished speaking, the Amazon warriors also showed resolute expressions.

The Amazons were once deceived and nearly enslaved, so they abhor deception, a tradition that has lasted since ancient times.

"Lying represents cowardice, it represents despicable behavior, it is the most shameful thing in the world!"

"very good."

A hint of satisfaction appeared on David's face as he spoke slowly.

"I hope you will keep your promise, otherwise it will be too boring to get an empty island."

Upon hearing his warning and seeing his cold gaze sweep over them, Hippolyta and the Amazons in the hall tensed up.

His current strength is still some distance from that of Zeus, the Father of God.

But thousands of years ago, Ares was able to kill Zeus because of his divine role—the god of war.

When war breaks out between people, Ares' power will increase, and he will receive a bonus when he is on the battlefield.

"In ancient times, Darkseid led the army of Apokolips to invade Earth, and the war affected humans, gods, Green Lanterns, Atlanteans..."

Ares's strength has increased to an unimaginable level.

Even Zeus, the father of the gods, helped him carry the axe in that war. Ares calmly put on his helmet before taking the axe from Zeus, as if he were the main force in the war.

David gazed wistfully at the distant sky outside the main hall.

"He almost killed Darkseid with an axe. Although the Dark Lord was only eight years old at the time, it was still quite a shock."

At that time, Ares' power far surpassed that of the gods. It is very likely that he took advantage of the fact that his power had not completely subsided after the war ended, and attacked his father, mother and brothers and sisters, sending them back to the realm of the gods to be reborn, leaving only him, the Greek god, on Earth.

Their record is nothing short of brilliant.

"But that's all in the past."

He shook his head secretly.

In this day and age, wars are rare on Earth. Not only is he no longer at his peak, but he is probably not even as good as he was in the normal times of ancient times.

As for Ares's location, it's not hard to figure out.

David's eyes were fixed in a certain direction.

His vision seemed to pierce through thousands of miles, and he saw the First Son of the Heavenly Father, strolling among the corpses scattered on the battlefield, listening to the roar of guns as if appreciating the most beautiful concerto in the world, and being intoxicated by the smell of blood.

"The god of war naturally resides where war takes place!"