A Mortal Body to Rival the Gods!

On the battlefield, the Amazon warriors standing in his path showed not a trace of fear.

They were the Amazons' finest warriors, each a veteran of countless battles. They had honed their martial skills over thousands of years, and their weapons had tasted the blood of demon gods.

They watched their arrows strike the intruder squarely. They watched spears imbued with divine power pierce his flesh, drawing blood.

He was wounded!

The thought flashed through every warrior's mind, and their fighting spirit surged.

He wasn't invincible!

If they could hurt him, they could kill him!

"For Themyscira!"

"Kill him!"

An even denser barrage descended. They believed that relentless attrition would wear down even a god, leaving him to be torn apart.

But in the next instant, the resolve on every Amazon warrior's face gave way to incomprehensible horror.

The man with arrows sticking out of him like a porcupine did not fall. Instead, he raised his head.

His wounds—piercing injuries that would have killed any living creature—healed at a speed that defied nature. New muscle writhed as if alive, forcing out arrows buried deep in his bones. They clattered to the ground.

Within a few breaths, not a single wound remained. Only his torn clothes and the blood staining them proved that what they had just seen was no illusion.

Link seemed to have grown tired of this tedious "game."

He stopped and swept his cold gaze across the shocked and terrified faces ahead.

He had no intention of wasting any more time.

A crimson glow appeared in his eyes. At first, it was no more than two tiny red points, but in an instant, they expanded into twin suns of destruction.

Bzz—

There was no thunderous explosion, only a high-pitched vibration that made scalps prickle.

Two scarlet beams, thousands