Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 350 An apology is imminent...

Ang has been a bit irritable lately, like the feeling of not receiving exam results for a long time because of a system bug.

He seemed more serious than Artemis and Hestia had imagined, because they had thought that this new god, who seemed to be full of lewd ideas and was made a god in a human body, might pester them day and night.

In fact, they were half right.

If the world were truly at peace, Ang might very well inherit the great mantle of the Olympian king, but he is capable of discerning what is important.

Most of the time, he would enter a meditative state. This was to extend his spiritual thoughts to more distant places.

Based on the solar system, almost the entire Old Asgard is under his surveillance.

In order to find the enemy, he even lent some of his divine power to Heimdall, asking the former gatekeeper of Asgard to help scan the nine kingdoms and search for traces of the enemy.

Ang's performance on this kind of work, which requires a lot of patience, was beyond everyone's expectations. Unless his girlfriend came to him and begged him for kisses or something, he devoted almost all his time to it.

So much so that Artemis had time to attend the New York Games Festival.

In this grand event where game developers and players got up close and personal, Artemis cosplayed as a female hunter using her own avatar as an official cosplayer.

Naturally, her "innate" charm won the adoration of players, who unanimously declared her to be the number one female hunter of Azure Star in their hearts.

Ahem, a certain slightly misguided hunting goddess thus gained a considerable amount of divine power.

But this little incident is the only one worth mentioning.

Until... a portal suddenly lit up in the villa's reception area.

"Be on guard!" Helena, the huntress, alerted her Amazonian companions.

Although this spatial coordinate is only provided to familiar and powerful beings, such as certain Olympian gods, it is ultimately a portal that leads directly to a vital location. It is never too much to be vigilant at any time.

To the guards' surprise, a woman dressed in a long Greek dress, ethereal and elegant, stepped out of the gate.

The sacred aura surrounding her, along with the distinctive snakeskin armor on her upper body, immediately gave the guards an idea of ​​her identity.

"Greetings, Goddess Athena!" The guards bowed in unison.

"Kratos...is he free?" Athena had just opened her mouth when a voice drifted from the reception room not far away.

"He may be available, or he may not." Athena was no stranger to the owner of this light and melodious voice.

In the past, Athena could easily ignore the other party's expression, but now, faced with this woman in a white dress with 'ridiculous' twin braids and a blue ribbon cinching her abdomen to accentuate her curves, she felt naturally inferior to her.

"Good morning, Hestia," Athena's voice trailed off.

"Hehe! Isn't this Athena? Artemis and I thought you'd never come here in your life." The goddess, with her typical girlish charm, squinted her eyes, as if chatting casually.

Only the person involved truly understands; every word she uttered was a knife piercing the heart!

Athena decided to downplay the issue: "The Pantheon has been attacked by Darkseid, and Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, and Hades have decided to defend it to the death."

Compared to Athena, Hestia's abilities were far too limited.

Her small complaint was immediately forgotten because of this earth-shattering event. She hurriedly said, "He, he's in the meditation room on the first basement level. I'll take you there."

After saying that, Hestia hurriedly grabbed Athena's left wrist and rushed towards the basement with quick, small steps.

Unbeknownst to her, her unconscious little actions were being observed by Athena, which secretly relieved Athena.

Such a significant event could not be kept secret from the owner of this place.

Before they even reached the basement, Hestia had already informed Ang through her divine senses. As a result, when they rushed into the meditation room, Artemis had already arrived through the portal that Ang had opened.

"Tell me," Ang said calmly.

Athena recounted in detail the sudden attack on the Pantheon and Darkseid's public declaration that he would not let Zeus off the hook.

"Oh? So a whole bunch of gods are stuck outside Kamar-Taj's spatial protection array right now, and you came here first to deliver the message?"

"Yes."

"I understand. You can go back now." Ang waved his hand casually, as if dismissing a dog.

Athena was immediately embarrassed.

She knew, of course, that Kratos couldn't possibly go to save Zeus. In her understanding, Kratos was the god of war on Earth, definitely not the god of war in the Pantheon's domain. In that place, even if Zeus immediately granted Kratos divine access, Kratos would have no power to lend a hand.

After all, the Olympian pantheon was a complete failure, and the divine power that could be squeezed out of the entire pantheon was probably less than the divine power that Hestia currently possessed.

That's how much of a beggar he is!

But the reason she dared to come to Ang at this moment was because she was convinced that Ang would want to take the Olympian gods as his underlings, or like he did with Artemis and Hestia...

So you just let her go back?

Somewhat unwilling, Athena couldn't help but ask, "Aphrodite and the others are still waiting for my reply. Am I just going to go back like this?"

She's secretly allied with the gods, planning to bundle them together for a promotional sale.

Ang raised an eyelid: "Darkseid, our Earth League of Heroes will deal with him. As for you... whether or not the Olympian gods help you, it's not important to us."

He spoke so casually, as if he were saying he refused to rescue a pack of stray dogs about to be slaughtered from a dog meat factory.

Athena was stunned.

She knew she had overthought things; she had calculated everything, but she hadn't anticipated that Daxide would destroy the Pantheon first. Without a foundation, how could she have the confidence to negotiate with Kratos?

She was a little flustered.

At this point, it was Hestia, Athena's "best friend," who had a soft heart. She secretly used her divine sense to tell Athena the correct answer: "When apologizing, you should bend over."

"Huh?" Athena's eyes widened. With Zeus as an example, she was no stranger to these kinds of troubles, but she never expected that one day it would happen to her.

But did she even have a choice?

Her eyes were brimming with incredibly complex emotions, a mix of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy.

She still chose to do as instructed.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Ang was taken aback; he could tell at a glance that Hestia was letting him win.

He was initially somewhat dissatisfied, but upon seeing Athena's arched bridge-like posture, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

Laugh if you want to.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Athena blushed with embarrassment at his mockery, but dared not retaliate: "Did I do something wrong?"

Hestia felt guilty as soon as Ang stared at her, and obediently rolled over to set a good example.

Ang gave her another quick glance, and Artemis rolled her eyes at him before reluctantly following her.

At that moment, Athena realized that the poses of her two former best friends were concave.

Finally, the three former "sisters" are in sync.

Even at the very end, Athena refused to give up: "They're all waiting."

"Then let them wait!"

(End of this chapter)