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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0496_part_01
Chapter 1179
chapter 0496 part 1
**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!
**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!
