Chapter 262 The Great Artist
The lamps on the side of the road, the bricks under your feet, and everything that exists in this arena may become the sharp blade that tears Hercules apart.

This is the situation Hercules is now facing.

Will the gods face another miserable defeat?
Everyone thinks this way, humans are like this, and so are gods.

It was originally a grand event to announce the power of the gods to all mankind, but now it has become a Waterloo where the gods line up to accept the humiliation!

This is a development that no one, including the gods, expected. If this continues, even if the gods can fulfill their promise and allow humans to continue for another 1000 years, after the next 1000 years, how terrifying will humans be? unknown!

Hercules, the God of Hercules, was originally elected by Olympus to become a symbol of counterattack. Who would have thought that this existence that Olympus and the entire God's Domain placed hope on now seems to be not far from falling up.

"Hercules, my son, you who inherited the blood of Zeus, you can't fall here, let them see your true strength."

Zeus was sitting in front of the monitor, and the battle of Hercules was being broadcast live on the monitor. For the gods, this was a crucial duel, and Zeus naturally did not dare to neglect, even though he knew very well that Hercules Si's attitude towards the extermination of human beings, but in the face of the interests of the entire God's Domain, Hercules must win this duel for the God's Domain. If he doesn't agree, how big a storm can Heracles create?

"What? Hercules is at an absolute disadvantage? Unbelievable!"

Ares, the god of war who is commanding the army of Olympus to fight Hades' army, has no conditions to watch the live broadcast of the duel, but only gets news about the duel through live push from time to time.

Hercules, the god of Hercules, was cut all over his body by Jack the Ripper, and even broke half of his arm. No matter how he looked at it, he was on the disadvantaged side.

In this regard, Ares, the god of war, expressed both gratitude and aggrieved.

As a powerful opponent who sat on the throne of Olympus, Hercules was severely injured and even lost the duel, which is a great thing for his road to becoming king. Les loses power, and the only opponent he has to face is his clever sister, the goddess of wisdom, Athena. How can Athena, who is missing a right-hand man, compete with him who holds military power?
But he is also the main god of Olympus, and he has a fist-fist relationship with the Hercules. Seeing his brother in name being toyed to death by a perverted murderer is not what a god should have. The method of death, the most suitable method for the fall of Hercules, is either to die on the battlefield, or to fight to the death with a majestic opponent like Thor in the first game. Even if you die, you will have no regrets!
"What is this? What is this? Who arranged such an opponent for Hercules? Isn't this just to humiliate him on purpose? It must be the Valkyrie, a woman named Brunhilde. So shameless, so despicable!"

Ares, the god of war, was so angry that he almost smashed the communicator in his hand. If the queen Hera was present, Ares would never show this side of emotion. His mother, the queen Hera, never wanted to be blocked by Yu All the guys on the way to the coronation of the God of War Ares disappeared. If he knew that his son Ares, the God of War, had a little sympathy for this opponent, he would have been treated like a family on the spot!
"Hercules, you should stand up quickly, you shouldn't die under the hands of that kind of guy."

The war on the front line of the Seven Seas was intense, and Ares, the god of war, felt so tired for the first time.

The confrontation between Hercules and Jack the Ripper is still going on. Hercules has action in his hands, but he is not preparing to attack Jack the Ripper again.

"Dangdang!"

The shoulder armor on Hercules' body fell to the ground, and now that kind of armor has no effect.

The belt used to fix the shoulder armor was left in the hand of Hercules, who bit one end of the belt with his teeth and wrapped it around the section of the left arm, binding the left arm tightly to stop the bleeding.

Jack the Ripper tilted his head and looked at Hercules: "I said, Mr. Hercules, don't push yourself so hard. I can see that those very powerful skills just now are actually very powerful for you. Doesn't it take a lot of burden on your body?"

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine."

Hercules, the God of Hercules, sounded like a bell, but he didn't look like a man covered in bruises at all.

"Tsk...tsk...tsk..."

Jack the Ripper raised his palm high in a strange move.

"Jack the Ripper raised his hand. Is he going to take the initiative this time?...No!"

The palms fell, making a crisp crackling sound, that was Jack the Ripper applauding, applauding for Hercules, the God of Hercules.

"It's unbelievable, Mr. Hercules, you are the most extraordinary being I have seen in all my years."

"The "sense of honor" is so full that it is almost surging out, and the anger that fills the whole body occupies the whole body. The color called "fear" that I was looking forward to has no place to stay! "

Jack the Ripper took off the top hat that belonged to his own father, and bowed deeply to Hercules.

"As expected of the "Unyielding God of Fighting", I, Jack the Ripper, hereby pay you my most sincere respect. Taking off your hat is a very high standard of etiquette in my hometown."

Hercules ignored Jack the Ripper's salute and raised the gavel in his hand to point at Jack the Ripper: "You guy, your guy's eyes can see other people's emotions, right?"

"Oh?"

Jack the Ripper raised his eyebrows, and his face showed excitement again, as if he had found a soulmate.

"Yes, Mr. Hercules, this eye of mine is necessary for me to survive the malice that I am destined to bear in this fate. It is a gift from a certain god here. !"

The more Jack the Ripper talked, the more excited he was, and finally someone discovered his secret, which excited him more than being the first to open a present on Christmas morning.

"The color of emotion seen by this eye is something that only I can create, only I can control, and only belong to me. It is the most perfect work of art in the world!!!"

(End of this chapter)

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