Chapter 69: In the End, Allen Picks Up the Hammer
Boom!
Scarlet lightning exploded from the bunker.
A figure was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
With a heavy thud, Diana crashed to the ground in a sorry state. The wounds on her face and the blood at the corner of her mouth signified a fierce battle—one she ultimately lost to the God of War, Ares.
The terrifying blood-red lightning crackled across the ruins of the bunker. Bathed in lightning, Ares strode forward, clad in his fearsome divine armor. His voice carried a mocking tone.
"Zeus sired so many demigod offspring, yet they're all as useless as trash. Not a single decent one among them."
Ares, born of Zeus and Hera, was a god of pure lineage. He had always looked down upon his demigod siblings. Though he inherited some of Zeus's lightning powers, he did not inherit his father's prolific ability to spread his seed. His eyes held only war.
"Diana, I'll give you one chance—swear allegiance to me. When I establish my kingdom, I'll grant you the position of my second-in-command."
Ares harbored immense ambition, far beyond ruling a single planet. He sought to spread war to every corner of the universe.
His divine power stemmed from war itself, and with the entire cosmos embroiled in conflict, his strength would reach unimaginable heights, capable of overturning everything with a mere flick of his finger.
But such a grand vision could not be realized alone—he needed allies.
"Never."
Diana had only one thought in her heart: to defeat Ares. How could she ever surrender and serve him?
Without hesitation, she sprang to her feet and launched another attack, her fighting spirit unyielding.
Ares raised his hand and effortlessly nullified her assault.
A mere demigod relying on divine artifacts was no threat to him—not even enough to make him use his full strength.
"Nanaue, take my Blue Diamond and escort everyone to safety."
Seeing the dire situation, Allen handed the Cosmic Cube to Nanaue. With him as a guardian, there was a good chance they could escape to the Allied-controlled area.
Allen worried that if Ares discovered the Cube's secrets and seized it, defeating him would become impossible.
More importantly, Thor would undoubtedly recognize the Cosmic Cube and take it back to Asgard for safekeeping.
That would mean Allen's efforts were all for nothing.
"What about you?" Dugan asked.
As the tactical advisor of the strike team, he could tell they were facing their greatest crisis yet. He hated that he was powerless to help.
At this moment, the strike team was at its darkest hour. It was reasonable to believe that after this battle, its core members would all be wiped out.
"Spicy mix, no cilantro, extra scallions."
"…?"
At a time like this, he still had the mood to crack jokes?
Without further hesitation, the newly appointed acting captain, Dum Dum Dugan, led the team in a desperate breakout.
They were mere mortals—there was no way they could take down a god. Even if they swallowed a barrel of fireworks, they wouldn't explode that spectacularly.
Allen turned toward the battlefield. His heart ached as he watched Diana being struck down again and again, only to rise once more, fighting with her life on the line.
"Hang in there, Princess. If you're not dead, get up and keep fighting. As long as you live, you fight."
Of course, Diana had no time to listen to him. Her mind was solely focused on analyzing Ares's weaknesses.
"By all logic, the Cult Leader Thor should be stepping in now…"
Allen glanced at the sky, wondering if Thor had passed out drunk again.
Boom!
The Bifrost descended from the heavens.
Thor had arrived just in time.
This time, he wasn't stumbling in a drunken stupor—he looked completely sober.
"Did you wash your hair, Cult Leader?"
Allen gazed enviously at Thor's silky, golden locks. "You'd look great with two braided pigtails."
"It's you."
Thor recognized Allen and reminisced, "Do you still have that mead from last time?"
"As much as you want in Atlantis."
Without hesitation, Allen redirected Thor's trouble toward Atlantis.
Thor turned his gaze toward Ares. His eyes instantly lit up with crackling lightning, arcs of electricity dancing across his body.
"You won't escape me again."
The moment his words fell, Thor transformed into lightning and charged at Ares.
As Mjolnir struck, it traced arcs of electricity through the air.
Sensing the danger, Ares drew his sword to meet the blow.
Boom!
The clash of thunder and divine power was deafening.
The storm raged violently, as if a torrential downpour of lightning had descended upon the battlefield.
Blue and red lightning intertwined, their dazzling radiance making it impossible to see the battle clearly with the naked eye.
"Damn rich players! At least turn down the special effects—my titanium-alloy dog eyes can't take it!"
Allen covered his stinging eyes, feeling as if he had stared at an arc welder for half an hour without protection. His scalp tingled, and his hair stood on end like a porcupine's quills.
Boom!
Diana was hurled out of the storm, slamming into the ground and carving a deep trench.
"Who… are you?"
Her face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition, her once regal beauty utterly gone.
"I… Ugh…"
She didn't even have the breath to finish her sentence before falling unconscious.
"Wake up, my love!"
Allen grabbed Diana's shoulders and shook her violently, forcing her back to consciousness.
"Stop shaking me… I'm not dead." Diana weakly protested.
"Don't worry, Princess. I'll avenge you."
With that, Allen picked up the God Killer Sword, intent on joining the battle.
Unfortunately, the rampant lightning kept him at bay.
"Maybe I'll avenge you… later."
Seeing Diana slip back into unconsciousness, Allen sighed. "Forget it."
Turning away, he planted the God Killer Sword into the ground and began digging a hole.
"I can at least help dig your graves."
As Allen busied himself, the battle between the War God and the Thunder God reached its peak.
"This time, you're not leaving alive," Ares sneered.
After entering the human world, his War God Power had grown exponentially. He had surpassed his previous level and was now overwhelming Thor in strength.
The Power of War was a conceptual authority—war itself nourished and strengthened Ares. That was why he was so eager to incite conflict.
Thor, on the other hand, belonged to a different Kingdom. His power had many factors influencing its growth.
Most straightforwardly, it was tied to age—the older he got, the stronger he became.
To reach the level of All-Father Odin, he would need to sacrifice one eye. Or perhaps both eyes—for double the joy.
Thor struggled against Ares's relentless assault, deeply shocked at how much his opponent had grown in just a few months.
Now, he could only defend.
Thor raised Mjolnir like a shield, parrying Ares's divine sword again and again.
Ares launched a powerful upward slash—Mjolnir was sent flying.
With a seamless follow-up, Ares spun his sword around and thrust it into Thor's abdomen.
Bang!
Allen, who was digging graves, suddenly felt something smack into his back, sending him tumbling into the pit he had just dug.
"Who threw that hammer?!"
Climbing out with Mjolnir in hand, Allen looked around angrily, searching for the culprit.
Then he instinctively glanced at the hammer in his grip.
"Mjolnir…"
First confusion, then realization—Allen's gaze shifted toward the battlefield. His expression turned hazy and mischievous.
Shyly, he murmured, "You sly devil, why didn't you say something earlier? Did you want me to take the initiative?"
It was well-known that Thor had once enchanted Mjolnir to protect his beloved, Jane Foster, leading to the rise of the female Thor.
Based on this sole clue, Allen arrived at his final conclusion—
Thor had a crush on him!