Bab 96: [96] Throughout Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am The Honored One
"In accordance with the records in this volume of the Book of Chaos..."
"His Highness Kratos has taken control of the vanguard of the umbral star's terminal, Sefar, obtained complete authority over the terminal, and then communicated with the underworld using the authority of Hades, turning the Greece's inner sea of the planet into a virtual realm, and creating the Aetherophasic Engine to drain the River Styx."
"He absorbed all the malice of humanity into himself, using his own body as an empire, forging a body of Crisis, and ultimately exiling the contamination of the Greek underworld from the age of the gods."
"My admired Lord, he is simply an ultimate villainous antagonist."
"Shunned by the world, compelled by disasters, beneath his modest and gentle appearance lies the deepest madness and cruelty of a human... destroying a planet is as natural as breathing to him, and exterminating a race seems as simple as getting dressed and eating."
The black-haired woman draped in sheer white veil held a volume of the chaotic scripture in her hands. As if oblivious to others, she recited inexplicable contents before Sefar and Kratos.
"Transformed from a good teen nurtured by the association into the king of all violence, the anchor of chaos, the emperor of warp, the destroyer of countless worlds."
"My Lord has purified the source of the bloodborne plague, closed the rifts of the underworld, exterminated the Fallen Empire, suppressed warp storms..."
"His radiance shines across countless parallel lines of quantum records, saving countless parallel timelines, avoiding the desperate fate of the Land of Steel and the Moon Coral, and preventing corruption and erosion by chaos."
"His name resounds through the heavens, his achievements are eternal."
"However..."
"In the confrontation with chaos, he himself is about to fall into another chaos."
"He has become more bloodthirsty and cruel than Khorne, more cunning and scheming than Tzeentch. His radiance is more corrosive than Nurgle, his desire for peace and tranquility has made even Slaanesh kneel before him."
"He has replaced chaos."
"And then, became chaos itself."
With a gaze that seemed like mourning, pity, worship, admiration, and longing, the tall and voluptuous black-haired woman slowly lowered the scripture in her hand and posed a complex question to the Lord she served.
"So, my Lord..."
"Is all this worth it?"
The woman's ethereal voice faded away.
Kratos, protected by Sefar, fell silent for a moment.
"...Who sent you?"
Such a motherly woman!
If she were his wife, things would be quite miserable.
Upon hearing this, the voluptuous black-haired woman licked her crimson lips, and an extremely ambiguous and enchanting smile appeared on her face.
"Heh... hehehe..."
She then burst into laughter, her voluptuous body trembling, her chest swaying with milky white ripples, and the golden tassels of the demonic robe hanging from her head swayed and danced.
"I am your attendant, Sesshōin Kiara, my Lord."
"Attendant? I don't know you."
Sefar's sword radiated dazzling light.
Kratos pressed down on Sefar's shoulder.
Because, in the presence of this bizarre woman, Kratos did not feel that the vanguard of the umbral star could gain the upper hand.
...Danger.
For the first time in a long time, Kratos sensed the scent of danger from this woman.
Her gaze, her eyes, her demeanor.
Clearly, her graceful face was as dignified as a saint, but the charm revealed in her every expression was filled with an indescribable seductiveness.
Clearly draped in what seemed to be sacred white veils, yet those decorations seemed deliberately cut into styles that were embarrassing, between the thin and translucent gauze skirt, her tender skin was vaguely visible, and the half-concealed temptation made one's blood boil.
In addition, there was an extremely familiar aura.
Like... the beastliness that could devour this planet.
Love of Humanity? Evils of Humanity?
She seemed... to be his kin.
"You don't need to know me, my Lord."
Sesshōin Kiara gently pressed her chest, smiling nostalgically, as if recalling the days they would spend together in the future.
"Although the time sequence of this world appears to flow forward... from Kiara perspective, our first meeting is in the future two thousand five hundred years from now."
The future...
Kratos had heard this word from her many times.
His thoughts quickly understood her words.
"So, a future version of me who knows you sent you to this moment to help me solve my current dilemma?"
"Yes, your great wisdom is truly clear and bright."
Sesshōin Kiara raised her hand and slightly pointed to the central hub of the photonic crystals body. The green magic square around Sefar disintegrated in an instant, instead gathering around the black-haired woman floating beside her.
As the administrator of MoonCell.
Even though she had not yet obtained full authority, at this moment, she was the sole ruler here.
"Following your guidance, Kiara transferred spiritron particles to this era, obtained the authority of Moon Cell, and bound the vanguard of the umbral star within the moon."
Damn it, future me, are you serious?
He never expected that such a strange development would occur.
His future self was like a cheat code for his present self.
This arrangement made him somewhat contemplative.
The debts owed now would certainly be repaid in the future.
Karma... huh.
Hearing Sesshōin Kiara's words, Sefar's crimson eyes flickered.
"Did you trap me as the administrator?"
"Yes... Because, we can't let you devour the surface of the Earth, Sefar. Otherwise, how could the side of my Lord descend to this era?"
By using the authority of the photonic crystals, Kiara suppressed and bound Sefar, which inadvertently caused Aatrox to be shattered by the Holy Sword because losing assistance from Sefar on the moon.
Otherwise, Velber would have ravaged countless planetary civilizations long ago, without having to stumble on this weak planet called Earth.
Kratos closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.
"How can I trust you?"
Although the seductive woman in front of him was coquettishly addressing him as 'my Lord,' Kratos did not easily believe her words.
The alertness in his heart was roaring madly.
This person in front of him was truly too dangerous.
Sesshōin Kiara?
This woman was much more terrifying than all the women Kratos had encountered so far.
She and Athena were not on the same level.
"You don't have to trust me, my Lord."
In response to this question, the black-haired woman just smiled coquettishly, her lips curved with an intoxicating arc.
"Because... Kiara actually came here to dissuade you."
"Although you entrusted me to help you get out of trouble, but... Kiara still wants to dissuade you stubbornly."
"Please, don't continue down this path."
"Why?"
"Because it's too exhausting. Kiara doesn't want to see you toil, suffer, and despair anymore."
Sesshōin Kiara pressed her chest.
"Give up those responsibilities. You don't have to be a savior. Just stay here, and we can indulge in joy and dissolve into eternal happiness."
Staring at the black-haired woman with those captivating amber eyes.
Kratos slowly turned his gaze to the chaotic and illusory scroll in Sesshōin Kiara's hands.
Is this... a drama?
"Was what you previously recited about my future?"
"Yes, it was."
"Then, since you have appeared here, does it mean that fate and future are already determined?" Kratos asked calmly, "Does it make any sense for me to make a choice?"
Yes.
Kratos had been puzzled by related questions for a long time.
Waking up from Alvin's simulation, he did not perceive any sudden changes, but everything seemed natural, as if the world had always been like this.
The Reverse Scale of the White Dragon, the Mystic Eyes of Bloodthirsty.
The fact that Aatrox was obtained on the Mystic Eyes Collection Train meant that everything had already been predetermined.
Then, what was the essence of the simulated world?
Were simulated people just events that had already happened in history, replayed again?
Did his free will truly exist?
Finally, Kratos found some answers.
"Destiny and causality..." The woman said softly, "Are not important to you, my Lord."
Kratos furrowed his brows slightly.
"Riddlers are not exactly likable."
"In chaos, there is no concept of time."
She shook her head with pity.
"Once confirmed, causality converges... everything in the world is but a journey of will."
Sesshōin Kiara, enunciating each word.
"So, for you, there is no such thing as a predetermined destiny."
"Instead, the world lines will change due to your will."
"The universe is always in a state of flux and collapse."
"Your choices, every action, are real. So, pain and despair also exist."
"If you are defeated, knocked down... this world will truly welcome that utterly hopeless future."
She sighed.
"You have actually realized it, haven't you..."
"The quantum records of this world are rejecting you, welcoming the arrival of chaos."
"Warp storms are both poison and remedy."
"The possibilities of civilization come from the desire for civilization."
"So, endless wars, endless fights, also represent endless progress, endless possibilities."
"Human Order, Counter Force, Ultimate Ones, Quantum Records, and even the Root... are not on your side."
"The magus, in pursuit of the root, are willing to sacrifice everything... this is the madness of this world."
"You want to converge the quantum records into a peaceful and beautiful future."
"However, the tranquility you desire is contrary to the desires of the world."
"The entire Earth, the entire solar system, and even the entire galaxy..."
"... are all your enemies."
"Even the contamination of chaos will spread through the quantum records to other parallel timelines."
"Those disasters... are real."
"Because this universe is being corroded by chaos, neighboring timelines are permeating each other."
"The future I recited is just the most probable one among countless world lines... it is the possible ending that you are likely to face if you continue on this path."
"You have ascended to the throne of chaos, but you have also completely lost yourself."
"Such a thing... is not worth it."
Saying so.
Sesshōin Kiara, with tears in her eyes, a pitiful smile, slowly walked over.
Sefar raised the Sword of the War God, holding it horizontally in front of her.
"Warning, stay away from my Master."
However...
The black-haired voluptuous woman completely ignored her and instead... directly passed through Sefar as if Sefar didn't exist.
Kratos almost trance-like, gazed at her tearful eyes.
Gazing into those amber eyes, with whirlpools of irresistible indulgence, she slowly approached him.
The tall black-haired woman lowered her head, reached out her hand, gently holding the young boy's cheek.
"So, Kiara wants to save you..."
"Wants to selfishly... hold onto you."
"Wants you to, abandon the responsibilities burdened on you."
"Why are you, so tired?"
"Humanity, all of them, are immature, beast-like existences."
"Consuming desires, indulging in desires."
Like a dream melting into desires."
"But Kiara... loves humanity."
"Only you, are my humanity. Only you, are my true Master."
"I, cannot restrain myself..."
"So, please forgive Kiara's whims... "
"Tranquil Stagnation of Myriad Lusts."
With the opening of Sesshōin Kiara's crimson lips, the scripture-like prayer was recited aloud.
The suspended green magic square behind her collapsed suddenly, and the hallucinatory colors slowly rippled in this cyberspace.
She raised her hand and gently pushed.
Hum...
A feeling of detachment.
Kratos felt as if his soul had been peeled away.
The body of Kratos, before his eyes, completely froze, turning into a statue as black as ink.
Reinhard's soul belonging to the black-haired young boy, was peeled away from Kratos's youthful body by Sesshōin Kiara, abandoning all accumulated malice, leaving behind only pure innocence.
Although entrusted with trust by the Lord, transformed into a spiritual incarnation, and came to this era to assist him.
However, looking at the black-haired youth in front of him, with a soul drowning in irresistible indulgence.
Sesshōin Kiara, whimsically wanting to keep Kratos here, in this cyberspace... no longer experiencing pain, no longer experiencing despair, no longer losing oneself, but instead enjoying eternal happiness with her.
She activated, her authority as a BEAST.
"Sukhāvatī - Heaven's Hole."
The crevice leading to paradise slowly opened from the abdomen of the black-haired woman, emitting profound and chaotic colors.
Facing the black-haired youth in front of her.
Sesshōin Kiara, smiling with tears streaming down her face, opened her arms.
"Your fatigue, your pain, your despair..."
"...all of that can be discarded, leaving only the eternal indulgence of happiness between us."
No one can resist the allure of the demonic Bodhisattva, that boundless and immeasurable love.
No matter how great the power, in the presence of the celestial demoness, it will become weak and feeble.
At the sight of this charming face.
The will, reason, and ethics of humanity will begin to waver.
Those with rationality, who have tasted pleasure, who have felt pain.
As long as there is a hint of desire to indulge in her, the crevice leading to paradise will draw them in, plunging them into boundless heavenly bliss.
What she says, is all true.
Kratos has already... fully understood.
Although he does not know the bond with her.
But Kratos can feel her sincerity.
All he needs to do is embrace Sesshōin Kiara, and he can abandon all fatigue, pain, and exhaustion, and together with her, in this cyberspace of the moon's crystal, enjoy endless pleasure.
Indeed.
Upon careful observation... she is truly beautiful.
The light veil seems to be swaying in the breeze, Sesshōin Kiara stands in the chaotic space, her voluptuous curves gracefully outlined in the blush-inducing attire, her black locks flowing over the fair, tantalizing skin, her slightly biting lips revealing a mesmerizing allure.
Such a voluptuous figure is the tallest woman Kratos has ever seen, and with such a chariot, she can surely ascend to the peak.
Calling her Lord so earnestly, having such a stunning companion, is surely the suppressed desire of every man's heart.
However...
In Sesshōin Kiara's tearful, almost frozen expression.
Kratos raised his hand, passed through her embrace, and reached out to the spirit body of Kratos, tainted with malice.
"Forgive me."
He gently walked past the body of Kratos, turned around, his deep crimson eyes cast down.
"Although I have only known you for a few moments. Kiara, I cannot adapt to your feelings towards me.
"But, I understand your intentions."
"However, I am sorry."
"I have... reasons that I must adhere to."
He said softly.
"I hope you can... assist me."
Rippling splashes of water spread out on the chaotic ground.
In Kratos's dazed expression.
The tall black-haired woman extended her slender, fair finger and pointed it at his forehead, transferring all the permissions of the moon's crystal to him.
"You... You've always been yourself, my Lord."
Sesshōin Kiara, deprived of the support of the spiritual computation, ignited her voluptuous body in the splendid fireworks, turning into a rain of vibrant and colorful amaryllis petals.
"Kiara, deeply loves you, my Lord..."
On the tear-streaked face of Sesshōin Kiara, a captivating smile emerged.
"I have been waiting for your affection after two thousand five hundred years."
She sang a moving hymn.
"Eyes are like the undying, all dreams vanish. If the heart remains unchanged, all phenomena are as one. Such is the nature, ignorance dreams are awake..."
The song faded away, mingling with the crimson petals.
...
In the dim, lightless, and chilly palace, it seemed as though a bone-chilling mist lingered in the air.
Kratos propped himself up on the soft bed, slowly sitting up.
His highness and disciple's awakening was noticed.
Lying on the bed, the two drowsy witches suddenly woke up as if in a daze, then flew over almost immediately.
"Your Highness, Your Highness! Are you alright?!"
Medea held her face, tears streaming down as she looked at Kratos's face.
"Kratos?! Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?!"
Hecate inspected Kratos from head to toe, sighing with relief, as the grotesquely proliferating flesh and blood tissues had all disappeared by now.
"Don't worry, I... am fine."
Slowly rising from the underworld's palace, the two witches clung to him like kangaroos, almost buried by their voluptuous figures.
Listening to Medea and Hecate's explanations, Kratos rubbed his weary forehead, gradually understanding what had happened.
"So, I was unconscious... for three days."
With the permissions of the moon's crystal liberated, Sefar, with the complete astral insignia, began to cleanse Kratos of the spiritual contamination.
He had stayed in the cyberspace of the moon for twenty-seven days.
Converted into the time of this realm, it was almost three days.
After swallowing the Hell Devil's heart, Kratos tore open the rift to the mortal realm with its power, and his consciousness was transmitted to the moon by Aatrox.
The body left in the palace of the underworld began to devilize under the intense contamination, with a large amount of distorted flesh and blood proliferating indiscriminately, attacking everything around.
With the joint efforts of Hecate and Ares, and with Aatrox's efforts to restrain, the destruction was eventually contained within an acceptable range.
His physical body then fell into a coma after a few hours of madness, and the grotesque flesh and blood began to slowly fade away.
Kratos surveyed the repaired palace of the underworld, which was filled with broken traces of battle and withered, shriveled arms.
These twisted things, like roots, hung limply to the ground, like dead branches.
That was the devil body of Hades.
"So... is Hades, somewhat better now?"
"Much better." Hecate rubbed Kratos's cheeks. "Although we're only treating the symptoms, at least he won't fall into a deep sleep again."
"Hey, awake, huh, you bastard..."
As they walked out of the palace.
Kratos saw a black-haired woman with only one head left, lazily leaning against the door, but when she saw him coming out, the fierce scar on her face seemed to crawl like a centipede.
"I mean, are you sick, Kratos..."
She said with vacant eyes, as if reluctantly.
"Clearly told you not to do stupid things, do you know what the consequences of failure are? After swallowing the devil's heart, you dare to leave your consciousness. If you hadn't succeeded... the entire underworld would have been completely destroyed by your mad body."
"Hey, your head's back in place."
Kratos raised his eyes, glanced at her expressionlessly.
"Are you feeling itchy without being a flashlight with your head?"
Ares's words suddenly choked, her face turning as red as a liver.
After holding back for a long time, she finally blurted out.
"...You motherfucker, I care about you!"
"Can you?" Kratos smirked. "You're just a woman now, Ares, you damn idiot."
"A woman, huh?! I'll fucking kill you!"
Ares rushed up in anger, but Kratos pressed her face down, and she could only dance helplessly in a fit of rage.
Grabbing Ares by the neck, he dragged her along the ground.
As they walked down the palace corridor, Kratos asked Hecate a question he was very concerned about.
"Is Ares able to maintain her sanity because she's dumber?"
Hecate shook her head with a bitter smile. "No."
"You're the dumb one! I'm not dumb!"
Ares shook off Kratos's hand, awkwardly getting up from the ground.
At this moment, she was casually draped in a suit of armor and a thin white robe, her clothes all messed up by the one-sided hair pulling from Kratos, exposing large areas of fair skin.
She didn't bother to fix it, just brushed off the dirt on her face, and grinned.
"I can maintain my sanity because I've killed enough people."
As the conversation ended.
The footsteps of the three ahead suddenly stopped.
Hecate and Medea glanced at each other, holding their foreheads, sighing.
Some pots are best left unopened, Ares, you're really something.
Kratos twisted his neck and slowly... turned his head to the side, his gaze cold enough to give Ares palpitations.
Kratos smiled, and in Ares's stunned expression, slowly uttered a number.
"Forty-two thousand three hundred and sixty-seven people..." He said each word slowly. "Get them out of the underworld for me, Ares. If one person is missing, I'll twist your head off for a day and let Sparta use it as a ball."
Forty-two thousand...
Damn, that's over a hundred kicks?!
Calculating this number, the black-haired woman couldn't help but tremble.
Kratos, accompanied by his two witches, walked away without looking back, while Ares, from behind, shouted somewhat helplessly.
"Hey! Hey hey hey, Kratos!"
"The souls of the underworld dissipate in the sunlight, and reshaping their bodies will consume so much magic that even you can't handle it!"
The black-haired woman hurriedly followed.
"And besides, in the underworld, there are countless souls dissipated due to various reasons, and it's not easy to gather the complete souls of the dead... Can you give me a break, please?"
Bang!
Dust filled the air, and debris scattered.
Ares's body slammed into the wall of the palace, the violent force directly shattered her internal organs, and crimson blood trickled from the corners of her mouth.
"When you kill someone, why don't you think about using less force."
Trembling, Kratos released the fingertips that were about to strangle Ares's throat, the brutal crimson slowly fading from his deep eyes.
"What have you turned life into..."
Coughing up blood, Ares stared dully at the black-haired youth in front of her.
This minor injury was nothing to her, with the devil constitution combined with the power of the war god, a few moments of operation would instantly restore her to her original state.
Because, Kratos held back.
He had... restrained his anger to an almost extreme degree.
"I'm sorry..."
Trembling, Ares lowered her eyes in a daze.
Yes, she finally realized...
As she merged completely with the concept of the War Devil, her care for humanity had gradually become twisted.
She had become indifferent to life.
"Please, don't be angry... Your Highness Kratos.
"Ares, she wasn't like this before."
A middle-aged man with a solemn appearance and a crown of otherworldly design on his head emerged slowly from the shadows, standing on the corridor.
What caught the eye was...
On his left shoulder, a half-body of a brown-haired goddess grew.
Persephone closed her peaceful eyes, just like that, merged with Hades, her fair hands embracing the neck of the underworld king.
Although the devil contamination had been temporarily swept away, Hades's consciousness had already awakened.
However, in order to maintain his sanity, Persephone had chosen to merge with him.
At this moment, the state of this underworld queen was still not good, so Hades did not separate from her, but used his own divine power to support his wife's body, hoping she would wake up.
"You're ready to leave, Your Highness Kratos... I know you came to the underworld to find the souls of your father and fiancée."
Hades reached out his hand.
A translucent crystal appeared in the palm of this underworld king.
In the amber-like crystal, the souls of Leonidas and Myrrine were frozen vividly.
Kratos carefully took them with both hands and handed them to Medea.
Because he dared not guarantee his own stability of mind.
"Sorry for the nightmares that entangled you..."
A rueful smile appeared on Hades's face.
"I understand." Kratos shook his head.
He had long understood... this was Zeus's intention.
He made the Furies torment him with nightmares using the souls of his father and childhood sweetheart, just to provoke the fire of his godslaying rage.
Zeus wanted to give him a motive, a reason.
"Your Highness Kratos..."
Hades's eyelids drooped, and in the eyes of this underworld king, there were layers of overlapping circular rings, the signs of being maliciously corroded.
He sighed, slowly lifting his gaze, his eyes flashing with complex light.
"I still hope... that you can kill me."
As the words fell silent, Hecate couldn't help but tighten her grip on the boy's hand.
This topic, she had emphasized to Kratos many times on their way here.
Hades hoped that he could be killed by Kratos.
However, to this...
Kratos just shook his head as usual.
"Wasn't the devil contamination in you already cleansed?"
"This is just a delaying tactic."
Hades raised his hand, gently stroking the sleeping cheek of his wife beside him, a smile appearing on his face.
He shook his head.
"Goddess Hecate, haven't you explained to him already..."
"Humanity fears the gods."
"As long as humanity's fear and malice still flow, devil transformation... cannot be eradicated."
Saying so, Hades opened his black robe.
In just a few days.
On his heart, a wriggling, withered hand emerged, gradually growing like budding branches.
Because Hades's divine nucleus carried the power of Hell and Underworld.
All the fear and malice towards Hell and Underworld would be reflected back onto this underworld king.
"The devil heart is rapidly regenerating in my body, much faster than before... With the flow rate of time in the underworld, I can only maintain consciousness for up to half a year at most."
The speed of the gods' corruption was getting faster and faster.
It was because... humanity was proliferating more and more.
"We won't be able to hold on much longer. Gradually, we'll be unable to resist and will start slaughtering humans."
Hades closed his eyes, trembling.
"So, within the next few years, you must kill the twelve Olympian gods."
"In fact, you don't need to personally deal with the other ten..."
"Because... Zeus, he will cooperate with you."
"All you need to do is kill him."
As the words fell silent, there was only silence in the vast underworld palace.
Ares, staggering out of the hole in the wall, looked at his divine brother with a mournful expression.
Hades, the underworld king, was the most deeply contaminated among the gods, and also the most resilient besides Zeus.
He strived to seek death...
"So, let me be your practice, Your Highness Kratos."
A smile slowly crept onto Hades's lips.
"Difficult the first time, easy the second."
"You are the savior of this land, the Godslayer."
"I implore you, do not disappoint... Zeus's hope for you."
Hades turned his gaze, gently caressing his wife's cheek, nodding gently towards the grim-faced goddess of the dark moon.
"Goddess Hecate, please take care of Persephone for me after I'm destroyed."
"...Alright."
Hecate could barely utter the second word. She turned her cheek, tears as thick as blood seeping from her eyes.
In this quiet and eerie silence.
Hades raised his hand, extracting from his chest the core of the machine god handed to him by Hades.
Energy and power sustained cyclically.
[TYPE: HADES]
As long as this machine god core was completely destroyed, Hades's armor would enter dormancy, and the signal of continuity would terminate.
If all twelve machine god cores were completely destroyed, the celestial sphere type space-time fortress Chaos would judge the mission of reconstructing the planet a failure, thereby closing the void hole and sailing through the universe in search of a new home.
In this frozen, almost deathly silent atmosphere.
The clear voice of the black-haired youth rang out.
"You don't need to ask for my opinion just yet, Lord Hades."
Kratos didn't take the machine god core from Hades, just looked at it.
"Perhaps... there is another solution."
"I know you want to use the vanguard of the wandering star to cleanse the millennia-old malice accumulated in the River Styx, Your Highness. You've even succeeded in obtaining the authority. You're truly extraordinary."
In the dimly lit halls of the underworld, Hades, the reserved and taciturn, didn't conceal his admiration for the youth. The gods had witnessed this young king accomplish too many miracles along the way.
"Unfortunately, it's all futile, Your Highness..."
Hades shook his head.
"As long as the gods survive for another day, the fear of humans towards the gods will not disappear."
"Even if you cleanse the entire River Styx, however... with humanity flourishing, your kind will completely dominate the entire planet, leaving footprints in every inch of this land."
"At that time, the burgeoning malice will quickly form a new River Styx in Hell."
"Perhaps you can cleanse it for a few years, decades, or even centuries... but do you plan to cleanse it for a thousand years?"
"Even if the efficiency of your vanguard of the wandering star reaches its limit, it won't withstand the accumulation of malice. Do you really intend to slaughter your brethren?"
"The more profound the fear of humans towards the gods, the less we can restrain the brutality of slaughtering humans."
"Once we start slaughtering humans, this fear will only deepen."
"It's... a vicious cycle."
...A vicious cycle.
One side must die for the other to break free from this cycle.
Hades sighed softly, understanding Kratos's compassion for them, but...
"...Stop being stubborn, Your Highness Kratos."
The king of the underworld gazed at the youth before him.
"Draw your sword and kill me."
In the dark palace, the crimson Higanbana blossomed in the courtyard.
Kratos raised his hand, clutching a cluster of Higanbana.
The vivid red color resembled fragrant blood.
Crushing the petals in his hand, the boy's voice slowly reverberated amidst the stunned expressions of everyone.
"The so-called gods, Lord Hades..." Kratos spoke softly, "Are merely... stronger forms of life."
"The reason people fear gods, ultimately... is simply because they fear anything stronger than themselves."
"There is a solution that benefits both sides."
"It's just that, neither gods nor humans dare to propose this answer."
"That is..."
The crimson, shattered petals fell from his hand.
The black-haired youth continued.
"...Let people fear me alone."
Medea's expression froze.
Hecate abruptly turned her gaze.
Hades and Ares trembled in astonishment.
"I will broadcast the scene of slaughtering gods to every corner of this land."
"I will stand above the gods."
"If you want to curse, fear, worship, or plead..."
"Then... let it all be directed at me."
"I will embrace all the love of humanity, I will bear all the evil of humanity."
"I will bring down Chaos, I will bring down your chaos."
In the frozen silence.
The black-haired youth slowly took the machine god core from Hades and inserted it into his own chest.
"Thank you."
He whispered softly.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of it."
"Kratos!"
Ares suddenly grabbed the boy's shoulder.
"Are you fucking insane!?"
"Bringing down Chaos, wasn't that your plan? Ares."
Kratos pushed her hand away.
"As the god of war, are you afraid?"
"I... I know I can't do it! I'm useless! I'm trash! That's why I wanted to merge with the power of the War Devil!"
Ares revealed her shortcoming, trembling with a resolute voice.
"But, even if the twelve machine gods combine, it's impossible!"
"Do you know what Chaos is?! It's the celestial sphere type space-time fortress our civilization painstakingly built! It's a Dyson sphere that can harness all the energy of a planet!"
"Even if only 3% of its energy remains, it's still something no life on this planet can contend with! Its normal attack power is enough to vaporize an entire moon!"
"Something you can't do, why do you think I can't do it? Ares, you're nothing but a pathetic waste."
The black-haired youth uttered a sentence without expression.
"I am the God of War."
"I am Kratos..."
"The God of Courage and Victory on this planet."
In the silence of everyone.
Kratos smiled as he spoke out his plan, word by word.
With each word, the expressions of those present grew more astonished.
After the astonishment... came melancholy, pain, and pity.
As the words faded away.
Kratos smiled and touched Hecate's hand.
The goddess of the dark moon suddenly pulled away from his fingertips. Her voluptuous figure trembled uncontrollably, tears welled up in her eyes, whether out of anger or... a desire to escape, she couldn't tell.
"Get out! Get lost! Kratos!"
"Please, teacher..." he said with a smile, "I've never asked you for anything, have I..."
Faced with the youth's plea.
Hecate softened.
In the palace of the underworld.
Hades, who was seated on the throne, amidst the battle, was crushed into a pile of indistinct flesh by the blood-red devil body.
Hecate raised her hand, dispelling the gruesome scene crafted by shadow magic. She then locked eyes with Hades, and both wore bitter smiles.
Under the crimson blood moon of the underworld, Kratos slowly walked out of the palace of the king.
Standing atop the peak of this underworld mountain.
The dark hair floated behind the youth's head.
Kratos touched the eye on his chest and closed his eyes.
"Aatrox, begin..."
"Are you sure you want to do this? Kratos, you might not be able to handle it. Shouldn't you reconsider? You..."
"If I can't handle it, don't I have you?"
"At that time, you'll finish it for me."
Kratos smiled.
"Since when did the world ender become so maternal?"
"..."
Aatrox fell silent.
Analyzing the machine god core that drove Hades.
In the boy's palm, a crimson giant sword appeared for a moment.
Tear...
He raised his hand and swung it casually, cleaving a profound rift that traversed the underworld and the mortal world, pinpointing the path to Sparta.
"Teacher, Medea..."
Kratos turned his head, looking at the two witches standing behind him.
Medea walked up and gently held his hand.
"Your Highness."
"It's time to go home, Medea..." Kratos smiled, stroking her hair, "Wait for me to come back."
"You're lying to me." Medea's voice trembled. "Your Highness."
"Unless you tell me directly that you're not lying to me... I won't believe you."
After a moment of silence.
The youth leaned over and kissed the witch's lips.
Medea subconsciously closed her eyes in embarrassment, then felt a strong drowsiness washing over her mind...
Handing the sleeping witch over to Hecate behind her.
"Take care of Medea, teacher."
"...When will you come to take care of me?"
Looking at the silently smiling youth, Hecate raised her hand and gently poked his forehead before carrying Medea into the rift.
Hades and Ares stood behind Kratos, watching the youth's figure, unsure of what expression to wear.
"Kratos..." Ares raised her hand, as if wanting to stop him.
"Go back, or I'll beat you to death."
Ares smiled bitterly with a complex expression and walked into the rift.
Kratos turned around, glancing at the king of the underworld standing atop the mountain.
"You've worked hard, Lord Hades."
"...Don't push yourself, Kratos."
Kratos smiled and shook his head, lifting his gaze.
At the dome of the underworld, a huge bronze gate slowly emerged and opened, facing towards the moon.
Receiving the signal, Sefar projected the complete crest of the wandering star.
With the comet's tail of seven colors, a meteor fell straight from the sky, through the gate that connected the mortal world and the underworld, crashing into the vast river of the underworld, stirring up violent waves.
In an instant.
Using the connection between the crest of the wandering star as a transmission medium and the entire river of the underworld as a source of magical energy, Kratos created an Aetherophasic Engine.
And the thing he needed to empty...
Was the malice of the entire underworld.
The incredibly surging, incredibly violent purified magical energy continuously flowed into Kratos' body.
In just half a day.
It filled his body, the powerhouse of magical energy that had accumulated the energy of slaughtering devils for half a year, to its limit.
Close to... limitless magical energy.
Kratos twisted his neck, his gaze piercing through the rift between the underworld and the mortal world, straight towards the city-state of Sparta.
Half a day in the underworld, five days had already passed in Sparta.
With Hecate's assistance, all residents within a radius of one kilometer around the gate of the underworld were completely evacuated and cleared out.
Standing atop the mountain of the underworld.
Kratos raised his hand, pointing towards the gate of the underworld in Sparta.
In an instant.
The river of the underworld, and the gate of the underworld, were connected by his authority.
The surging, ink-black river water flowed out from the gate of the underworld.
In the awe-inspiring eyes of the people of Sparta.
The earth suddenly cracked.
From the direction of the gate of the underworld, a towering black tree slowly rose from the ground, growing tall and towering into the sky within a few short minutes, obscuring the sun.
The thick, coiling roots of the tree extended into the gate of the underworld, then deeply plunged into the river, crazily absorbing the nutrients of the river water.
This was the mystic code named the Tree of Hell that Kratos created using the wandering star authority, which could help him connect the underworld and the mortal world... this Tree of Hell would nurture him with an endless source of magic from the river of the underworld.
Facing the bright and radiant sunlight, and the countless suspicious and astonished gazes converging from the entire land.
Kratos slowly stepped out, from the peak of the underworld mountain, to the ethereal highest point of the Tree of Hell.
The roots of the tree deeply penetrated this land.
The flowing magic activated the spell that Hecate had pre-constructed.
A huge picture was projected over the sky of Greece, over the dome of hundreds of city-states.
It reflected the figure of the young king who had disappeared for more than five years.
Above the Tree of Hell, Kratos' figure slowly floated up, appearing in the eyes of countless people.
Feeling the countless gazes directed towards him, feeling the gaze of the gods of Olympus.
The black-haired youth smiled brightly and fiercely.
"Do you know... about the Cell game?"
"Even if you don't, it doesn't matter."
"I Kratos, hereby declare to all of Greece."
With a chilling smile, he slowly raised a finger.
"Next, I will destroy one city-state every seven days, until someone, mortal or god, can kill me."
As his words fell.
The entire land of Greece seemed to tremble.
Countless people were horrified, terrified, and cursing. They didn't understand why the young king of Sparta, who had returned after disappearing, suddenly turned into this appearance.
In the projection in the sky, the figure of the black-haired youth standing in the clouds slowly spread out his hands.
"My father, slaughtered by devils."
"My home, destroyed by the gods."
The crimson bloodlight spread, filling his pupils, chilling countless spectators to the bone.
"All this time, I have been suppressing my brutality, carefully controlling my power, afraid of destroying this fragile land, harming this weak planet."
"And now... I have finally awakened... I'm just showing you mercy."
"Madness and chaos, that's the eternal truth of this universe."
"Survival, fighting, scheming, desire..."
"Wandering Star, Machine Gods, Devils, Humans, and even this land..."
"My patience is limited. And I've had enough."
"The only constant in this universe is war."
"The so-called peaceful life is just an illusion and a stroke of luck in the cracks."
"No one stands on the top of the world. Not you, not devils, not even gods. But the unbearable vacancy of the throne in the sky is over."
Kratos raised his hand, slowly brushing through his hair. The deep black hair emanated dazzling light, scattering and drifting in the void.
The youth's black hair turned into brilliant silver strands inch by inch.
The bloody armor spread and grew on Kratos inch by inch, completely enveloping and wrapping his body, making him appear like a demon king, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction.
Ferocious blood threads spread from the void, blood gushing, skulls rolling, weaving behind Kratos into a throne of crimson terror.
Seated atop this towering Tree of Hell, seated within this bloody and terrifying skull throne.
The newly crowned Khorne, with an expressionless face, continued.
"From now on, I will stand above the sky... above the clouds of mount olympus."
"If you don't want to die, feel free to try to stop me."
"This land, this world, this planet."
"All will kneel before me, burned to ashes..."
"Remember one thing..."
He lifted his bloody gaze, meeting the eyes of everyone.
"...Do not offend me, gods."
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