Chapter 96: Ch.95 The Merciless

Chapter 96: Ch.95 The Merciless

"I missed you, Diana, but throwing down your weapons isn't your style," The Merciless watched with interest as Diana discarded her weapons, scrutinizing her intently.

"No, let's fight barehanded," Diana said with a stern expression. Against the God Killer, all other weapons were at a disadvantage. Only fighting barehanded would make things somewhat fair.

Diana was fighting for the honor of the Amazons, and the Merciless, having donned the Helm of Ares, had the lust for battle ingrained in his very soul.

A battle for honor—he couldn't refuse such a challenge.

Laughter hissed from beneath the Merciless' helmet, and he casually tossed the razor-sharp God Killer back onto the weapons rack.

"My Diana fought by my side in countless wars. She was a warrior beyond compare, one you could never hope to match. You stand no chance."

With that, he lunged at her with astonishing speed, his massive fist cutting through the air with a whoosh, his speed defying his bulky frame.

Diana calmly grabbed his arm, using his momentum to throw him aside. The heavy armor clanged loudly as he hit the ground, but he quickly rose, unscathed.

"You're not the Bruce Wayne I knew, but no matter where you're from, you're still just a Bruce Wayne—a mortal pretending to be a god."

The Merciless charged again, their fingers interlocking as they wrestled. Despite her disdain for her opponent, Diana had to admit that this Bruce, empowered by the War God, was physically superior to her in every way.

"I am a mere mortal who has slain countless gods." He leisurely increased his strength, pushing the shorter Diana down bit by bit.

"Heh, but your technique is crude. Who taught you? An assassin? A monk? Or was it your butler?" Diana gritted her teeth, pouring all her strength into holding her ground, her voice dripping with mockery.

Her words had an effect, but not the one she expected. The Merciless' hands suddenly surged with power, lifting Diana into the air and hurling her like a sack, sending her crashing to the ground.

The Merciless walked step by step toward the enormous coin, raising his war hammer and preparing to strike.

"They will never have a chance at Elysium again. They will fight for me forever! Come forth, Amazonian army, and greet your queen!"

With that, he swung the mighty war hammer towards the coin. The power of the War God surged forth, and as soon as the hammer made contact, the enormous coin exploded with a deafening boom. Instead of summoning an army of ghosts, the coin shattered into dust. The spirits within, like semi-transparent smoke, swirled up into the air and dissipated into the stone ceiling above.

The Merciless was also thrown back nearly a hundred meters by the blast, his blue War God armor scorched and embedded with fragments of gold.

But he was unscathed. These non-metal fragments could perhaps break the War God's armor, but his body was still protected by dark energy.

Diana knelt on one knee, covering her head with her silver bracelets. Though she had been blasted back, she had avoided the shrapnel and shockwave, only suffering increased ringing in her ears.

"How is this possible!" The Merciless picked up his war hammer, his eyes scanning the dark corners of the underground chamber.

But what greeted him was a hail of bullets. The bullets flew in a tight line, accurately striking the lenses of his helmet, with several hitting the exact same spot.

These were no ordinary bullets. The Merciless was well-acquainted with human firearms, knowing they couldn't penetrate the War God's armor. Yet now, the divine artifact was visibly denting under the relentless onslaught.

Unable to withstand it, he immediately raised his war hammer to shield himself, but it was no use. The hammer, a decent weapon in its own right, couldn't block the bullets. It was like trying to pierce butter with a toothpick—the bullets passed through it and struck his head.

But he had achieved his goal. As long as his eyes weren't hit, he could see clearly and look for an opportunity. His mind raced, and he rolled away from the gunfire, taking cover behind a row of display cases.

Diana's eyes widened. Had the War God really been repelled by gunfire? Was she dreaming on the dark tower?

At that moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared beside her, a hand clad in black and yellow armor extending towards her.

"Wonder Pole, I'm here to save you."