"Perseus."
Ares naturally ignored the soldiers. He looked at Perseus and roared, "Come and die. Today, you will die here."
Perseus was stunned. He signaled everyone to retreat, then walked up to Ares and asked, "Ares, why are you trying to kill me?"
Zeus, watching through a divine artifact, frowned deeply. He had never expected Ares to appear here.
"Wasn't this too fast? Perseus had only just awakened his Thunderbolt Bloodline, and Ares had already come?"
Zeus grew suspicious, then felt a headache coming on. Perseus possessed the Thunderbolt Bloodline, so he definitely could not let him come to harm. But Ares was also Zeus's son, and Hera's child as well. If Zeus favored Perseus, Hera definitely would not let it go.
The fact that Queen Hera had not been cast aside by Zeus all these years was enough to prove her strength. When that woman lost her temper, even Zeus had to keep his distance.
"I am Zeus's true son. You are nothing but a bastard."
Ares raised a hand, and a red hammer appeared out of thin air in his grasp. He said, "Perseus, make your move. Letting you die on the battlefield is the greatest mercy I can grant you."
Even someone as good-tempered as Perseus was getting angry. He said, "The reason I never wanted to become a god was because I hate your condescending attitude. We humans are not the slaves of you gods."
"What a joke. Humans were created by Zeus. If they are not slaves, what are they? Besides, you are not one of those lowly humans. You are a Demigod."
Ares spoke with disdain. This was why the Olympus pantheon treated humans so brutally. In their eyes, humans were merely ants, dust, and slaves they had created.
"It's been a long time