Bab 223: The Second Event: A Bitter End

"I'm contracted to the mighty Zeus. Step back, demons!"

Face twitching in despair and unwillingness, Drufus pointed his blade at the generals.

War Machine cowered behind, icy sweat sticking his clothes to his skin, like all the others except Kael, who remained silent.

Meanwhile, Garduck sneered as he approached.

"Heracles, Cu Chulainn, and Sigurd are dead. My soldiers are gathering their artifacts as we speak." He narrowed his eyes, his voice thundering. "My lord is merciful. Drop your weapons, stop this senseless resistance, and you might see the sun rise tomorrow."

"Bullshit!"

Drufus stepped back, his blade trembling in his hand.

However, it wasn't his answer to Garduck but to the interface window hovering in front of his wide eyes.

[Zeus: We can't let Adam recover. Kill all the lords and yourself. I promise you a garden in Hades' realm.]