**Chapter 483: Battle Against the God of Strength**
Zeus grabbed the severely injured and dying Beelzebub, pointing the golden ring in his hand at his Between the Eyebrows, intending to extract the whereabouts of the Infinity Stone from his soul.
However, Zeus did not obtain any valuable intelligence from Beelzebub's mind.
"Hahahahaha—you're dead! Zeus! I've already seen your end, your soul will be imprisoned in those magic treasures, and your flesh and blood will be fed to those zombies! You can't escape!—"
At this moment, the Lord of Gluttony was in a truly miserable state.
Despite half of his body being pierced by the Thunderbolt, leaving a large hole the size of a washbasin that went straight through, with wisps of golden lightning repeatedly turning his body into charred remains, Beelzebub looked at Zeus with a gaze like he was looking at a dead man, his eyes even filled with pity and compassion.
Zeus hated that kind of gaze. He mercilessly increased the output of his divine power, and the Thunderbolt, which had turned into golden light, began to accelerate its movement Inside the Body of Beelzebub. Under the high intensity electric shock of the Thunderbolt's divine power, Beelzebub's magic power was constantly being dissolved by the Thunderbolt, like putting a red-hot branding iron into ice water.
The thunder and lightning divine power of Hell and Olympus collided, and large plumes of black smoke spewed out from Beelzebub's wounds and all seven orifices.
The pain of having both his soul and physical body torn apart inch by inch made Beelzebub let out cries of painful wailing—
In the midst of the intense pain, Beelzebub wanted to abandon this demonic body, which he had refined for thousands of years, and let his soul escape countless times.
But the dozen or so runes engraved on the arrows stuck in his body, and the Golden Fleece ropes binding his hands and feet, firmly locked his soul onto this body.
"As expected of Beelzebub, even after losing your God's Kingdom and degenerating into a hell devil, your will is beyond my imagination! It seems I'll have to take you back to the Pantheon! Don't worry, I'll treat you well there!"
After more than half an hour, Zeus stroked the golden ring in his hand, personally crafted by Hephaestus, the God of Fire.
This ring was a gift prepared for him by the Olympian Gods of the Pantheon on his five-thousandth birthday. This ring, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Pantheon, was blessed by the Gods. Not only was it a symbol of his kingship, but Zeus could also rely on this ring to control lower-level Gods whose strength did not exceed his own.
Gasping for breath from the torture, with even one of the horns on his Forehead broken off, Beelzebub raised his head and looked at Zeus with his compound eyes, dozens of which had been burst, in a strange manner:
"You can't escape, Zeus! How can a fish caught in a net escape from the Fisherman's Palm? The fish's fate is ultimately to be eaten—"
For some reason, even though he had captured this Hell Lord, looking at his face, Zeus inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.
Just as Zeus gave an order, Hercules, the God of Strength, stepped forward, hoisted Beelzebub onto his shoulder, and the two prepared to return to the Pantheon.
A gray-black smoke suddenly tore through the Void Space and landed in front of Zeus.
Under the wary gaze of Zeus and Hercules, the gray-black smoke contracted and condensed into a figure Zeus was very familiar with!
"Hades!" Zeus looked at the figure before him with some surprise, his tone unfriendly.
Zeus had no good feelings for this brother who had repeatedly tried to seize his Throne as King of the Gods. The reason Hades appeared here was something he could figure out with his Rear.
Clearly, he was also after the Infinity Stone! "Zeus, there are some matters we need to discuss!"
Hades, holding the Single-Pronged Fork in his hand, had disheveled hair and a face covered in bloodstains. Looking utterly disheveled, he got straight to the point with Zeus: "This is a trap! We need to join forces!"
A trap?! Looking at Hades' disheveled appearance, Zeus frowned: "What's going on?!"
Before Hades could answer, without any warning, from the Void Space in the Distance, a line of white cloud travel drifted over, accompanied by muffled war drums.
Within the white Cloud Layer, war drums sounded, and a golden light of ten thousand feet surged, golden armor like scales—
Around the Cloud Layer, countless streams of lightning, as if the Sky had been torn apart, flashed desperately within the clouds, mixing with the sounds of war drums, emitting a deafening roar.
That line of Cloud Layer came with extreme speed, so fast it was indescribable. Two or three seconds ago, it was still hundreds of miles away on the horizon, but now it had suddenly arrived in the Void Space above Zeus's head.
Hades looked up at the Cloud Layer as if facing a formidable enemy: "They're here!"
"They? Who?"
Zeus was somewhat puzzled, but Hercules beside him looked alertly at the Sky.
Within the Cloud Layer, a figure quickly darted out, flying towards the few of them.
Hercules stared at the battle axe in Kane's hand as if facing a formidable enemy. The axe blade of the battle axe flickered with cold light, and just by looking at it, he felt a stinging pain on his face.
In just a few breaths, Kane flew above the few of them, looking down at them from above.
His gaze fell on Hercules, and his tone was cold: "I've followed the Boss for many years. We started from one Territory and expanded to a street, and then from a street to a Universe!"
"Do you know what I hate the most?"
Hercules was somewhat baffled by Kane's words, but he quickly realized that the words of the person before him were clearly not meant for him!
He turned his head to look at Beelzebub on his shoulder.
This God King once worshipped by the Phoenicians, now a Hell Lord, the Lord of Gluttony praised by the People of the World as one of the Seven Deadly Sins, was actually trembling at this moment! He was actually afraid! "Traitors!" Kane's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he answered his own question: "What I hate the most are Traitors. Anyone who betrays the Boss, whether they are Informants bought by the FBI or Gunmen who took money, I will personally Deal with them!
I used to like to stuff them into oil drums filled with cement and sink them into the Ocean. The Boss gave this behavior an elegant name, 'Planting Lotus Flowers'!"
"Later, the Boss felt that Planting Lotus Flowers was too wasteful, so I also changed the method for dealing with Traitors. Beelzebub, you should be glad that the Boss has a use for your soul!
Otherwise, I would let you taste the feeling of being gnawed by ten thousand ghosts!"
Behind Kane, a gale howled. The Geng Metal Divine Wind tore through the Void Space. In the howling wind sound, countless twisted and ferocious faces flashed in the wind. All the Tiger Ghosts stared at Beelzebub with their murky, malicious eyes.
"Kane! Do you think you can scare me with just these malevolent spirits?" Beelzebub struggled to raise his head from Hercules' shoulder, his voice fierce and sinister: "Have you forgotten, I am the Lord who controls Hell, I am the devil! When I was playing with souls, your ancestors hadn't even been born yet!"
"You think I wanted to join you? Bullshit! If it weren't for the Surname Tang attacking the Abyss, forcing us into a corner, I only pretended to surrender to him under the instigation of the Old Demon Dragon!"
"I never intended to follow the Surname Tang from the beginning, so how can you say I betrayed him! Damn it, hateful! If it weren't for that Old Demon Dragon being a coward, I would have already gotten those few Infinity Stones!"
Listening to Beelzebub's words, Kane was silent for a moment before calmly saying: "I don't care about the reason for betrayal. No matter what reason you have, Traitors must die!"
Beelzebub stared at Kane with malicious eyes: "Victory is the only judge, I have nothing to say. How does the Surname Tang plan to Deal with me!"
Kane raised his battle axe and pointed at Beelzebub: "The Boss has decided to use your soul to Refine two Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Slaying Blades!"
Beelzebub's face stiffened. As a Hell Lord, his soul was connected to the great consciousness of the Abyss, just like Dormammu merged himself with the Dimensional Realm of the Dark Dimension.
As long as the layers of the Abyss World that Beelzebub ruled over still existed, even if he was killed, he would be reborn in the Depths of Hell.
But having spent time together recently, Beelzebub clearly knew that the Kane before him and Tang Song Behind one's Back was fully capable of destroying and occupying the Abyss World under his rule.
Not to mention having his soul sealed, becoming a muddled artifact spirit in a weapon for eternal life. Thinking about that situation, it was more painful than killing him.
Beelzebub knew this was not a threat. They could indeed do it!
"Who are you?" Zeus looked at Kane, who was acting as if no one else was present and hadn't even given him, the Olympus God King, a direct look, and frowned with displeasure, scolding: "Did you injure Hades?"
"Who are you?" Kane finally turned his gaze towards Zeus, asking back instead of answering! Zeus said in a deep voice: "I am the King of the Gods, the Lord of the Pantheon, God King Zeus!"
"Pantheon!?" Kane thought for a moment: "I remember there was such an Organization that caused us quite a bit of trouble! You're the Lord of the Pantheon? That's good, I'll just Deal with you too!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Kane raised his hand and threw an axe, a crescent-like axe light directly slashing towards Zeus.
Kane's axe light was both fast and heavy—
Zeus only felt a cold light flash before his eyes, and the axe light was already in front of him. Since leaving Earth, Zeus, whose body had long been hollowed out by wine and women, completely lacked the vigilance a Sky Father should have.
By the time he reacted, the axe light had almost split him in half.
"Block!"
It was Hercules, the God of Strength, who had been closely watching Kane's movements, who quickly stepped forward, swinging the seemingly inconspicuous club in his hand, blocking the attack for Zeus.
Zeus felt a drop of water roll down his face. He took out a mirror and found a thin bloodstain running from Between the Eyebrows down to his chin. That axe light had nearly split his head into two pieces.
"Hercules, kill him, kill this guy!" Seeing the bloodstain on his face and his head nearly split in two, Zeus instantly became furious and roared, telling his son to kill Kane.
"Hercules! You are the God of Strength!?"
As a proper German descendant, Kane had naturally heard of Hercules' name. It could be said that in the Europe of those who admired strength, Hercules, who had completed the twelve heroic trials, had a much greater reputation than Zeus, that stud.
Kane's impassive face showed a hint of eager-to-try impulse in his gaze towards Hercules!
Hercules saw the fighting spirit and provocation in Kane's gaze. He threw Beelzebub off his shoulder and took off his lion-skin cloak, revealing his muscular upper body.
"Want to fight? Come on!"
Hercules gripped the simple and unadorned club in his hand, waved it towards Kane, and made a provocative gesture.
Kane's figure flickered, disappearing like the wind, and reappearing in front of Hercules. The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in his hand heavily chopped towards Hercules.
Hercules swung the simple and unadorned club in his hand, meeting the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in Kane's hand.
The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, flashing with cold light, and the simple and unadorned club heavily smashed together.
In the cold light that shot out from the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, the surface of Hercules' extremely handy club, which he had used for thousands of years, directly cracked with a 'crack'.
The muffled sound of the great axe splitting a giant tree echoed continuously in the Void Space.
Hercules took a step back, looking at the deep marks on the club in his hand. He rotated his body, gripped the club with both hands, and smashed it towards the enemy in front of him.
As Hercules' wrist moved, the club danced out afterimages, enveloping every inch of Space around Kane, blocking all possibilities for him to dodge.
Attacking with full force, Hercules wrapped divine power around the surface of the club. With that immense strength, each strike seemed capable of smashing a great mountain.
Kane flipped his wrist, and the axe blade of the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe was like a blade! "Clang!"
A sound of tearing metal rang out. The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe chopped out, precisely parrying Hercules' club.
The heavy force made Kane's feet sink. He gained a clear understanding of the strength of this hero from myths and legends who could hold up the Sky.
Hercules was also shaken by the heavy recoil force from the club in his hand, his arms lifting—
He realized that the man before him was not much weaker than him! Hercules glanced at the wooden club in his hand, which was almost chopped into two pieces. He stared at the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in Kane's hand with surprise: "What a sharp axe!"
One must know that his club was not a simple wooden club. It was made from the trunk of a divine tree, polished into shape, and was three parts harder than ordinary divine artifacts. Yet now, it couldn't withstand a few chops from this axe.
Kane's expression was calm as he raised the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, showing no guilt about taking advantage with his weapon.
He flashed forward again. Taking advantage with weapons, wasn't that only natural!
He was a Warrior, not those pretentious Knights from *Country. The greatest respect he gave his opponents was to kill them with all his might.
If he were to imitate that so-called chivalry, wouldn't the magic treasures painstakingly refined by the Boss be wasted? One must know that within the Tang Group, even the Predators had changed their habit of fair duels with their prey.
The current Dark Iron Blood, if they can use a nuclear bomb to bomb, they will absolutely not use a shoulder cannon. If they can solve the enemy with a shoulder cannon, they will absolutely not be stupid enough to engage in melee combat with the enemy.
Hercules glanced at the wooden club in his hand, which could no longer withstand a single strike, and simply gave up the plan of close combat with Kane. He pulled back and retreated.
Gripping the divine bow that could shoot down a hundred heads in his left hand, he wanted to create distance and eliminate the enemy with his divine archery.
Kane saw through Hercules' plan. His impassive face showed no expression, but the disdain in his gaze said it all.
The Geng Metal Divine Wind surrounded his entire body. Kane's speed was at its extreme, like a fierce tiger hunting!
Although Hercules retreated very quickly, he still couldn't shake off Kane's pursuit.
Unable to create distance, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, put away his longbow, take out a longsword with his Right Hand, and carry a round shield in his left hand, preparing to continue grappling with Kane in close combat.
Strictly speaking, Hercules' set of equipment, whether it was the seemingly inconspicuous club or the longsword and shield he now held in his hand, were not mortal objects.
In the Human World, they would all be considered divine artifact-level weapons. But the sharpness of the axe in the enemy's hand was beyond Hercules' expectations.
The previous combat had already proven that the weapons in his hand could not last long at all against the sharpness of this axe.
Under these circumstances, engaging in close combat with this enemy without creating distance offered no chance of winning.
Hercules' combat experience was very rich. To some extent, even Ares, God of War, was slightly inferior to him in combat prowess. Among the Olympian Gods, only his half-sister, the Goddess of Wisdom Athena, could surpass him in combat prowess.
In fact, Hercules' estimation based on his rich combat experience was correct. Kane didn't even use too many magic arts, relying solely on a Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe to firmly hold the upper hand.
His round shield was chopped off by more than half in just a few moves by Hercules.
When the strength of two people is not much different, the advantage of a good weapon is demonstrated.
"Clang!"
Kane chopped the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe onto the round shield in Hercules' hand. Amidst flying wood chips, the round shield lost another piece.
Kane's body turned outwards, his fingers gripping like a claw. Five streams of Geng Metal Divine Wind howled, swatting away the longsword Hercules thrust with his Right Hand.
Just as the close combat between the two was intense, a figure suddenly darted out from Behind one's Back Kane, lifting the Single-Pronged Fork and thrusting it directly at Kane's back.
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