The armor shows wear and tear in many places. It looks worn out, but actually it implies bloodshed and murderous ferocity. It is a medal left over from the battlefield, proof that he used force to conquer powerful enemies.

The older generation of gods looked indifferent, as if they didn't care about the upcoming battle. In fact, everyone knew that these people were already laughing in their hearts.

Hera sat firmly on the throne, saying nothing from the beginning to the end, just like a person who stayed out of the incident.

Zeus also had an expression on his face, his peripheral vision passed over Ares' breastplate, and his breathing stagnated slightly.

He closed his eyes and acted as if he didn't know anything.

To be fair, between Ares and Russell, he prefers Russell to win, even though Ares has prepared a lot of help for this battle.

Therefore, he pretended to have no knowledge of Hera's secret help, and estimated in his mind that this battle should be a 50-50 draw and end in a draw.

Zeus likes this result. The God of War is still the God of War, and the God of the Sun is still the God of the Sun. His power on the sacred mountain will not be affected at all.

Russell came a step late, deliberately, as a good omen, because being late is the privilege of the strong.

Under normal circumstances, the person who arrives last is the final winner.

"Sun God, you are so big, I thought you wouldn't come."

Ares looked at Russell with a sneer. You can lose in love, but your love rival must die. Only one of him and Russell can survive today.

With the props supported by Hera, he was confident that this was a sure thing.

"I saw that the sun had not yet risen, so I fell asleep. As I was sleeping, I suddenly remembered that I was the sun god, and hurriedly got up to go on duty...On the way, I remembered that the Sun Chariot was at Apollo's place, so I went home to sleep again.

So it’s late.”

Russell explained that he had a good reason for being late on purpose.

"..."xn

In the main hall, all the gods were speechless. If a son of Zeus hadn't been maimed or killed today, they wouldn't have come so early.

"Stop talking nonsense, I will accept your authority today."

Ares snorted coldly, waved his hand to summon the golden-armored war horse, bursting into bloody fighting spirit, and took the lead to rush to the battlefield.

Ares was too fast, and Russell prepared several harsh words, but they were of no use.
Chapter completed!