**Chapter 207: Titan Bloodline (Part 2)**

"Ahhhhh—"

 The God of War let out a complex roar, and from the sound alone, it was impossible to tell whether it was a wail or a growl.

 Suddenly, Ares' body emitted a series of loud bangs, followed by a blinding flash of light. Within the light, his body began to swell rapidly, growing faster than a balloon being inflated. His size nearly doubled every second.

 In the span of ten breaths, a flash of lightning surged through the air, and amidst the swirling smoke, a massive figure emerged. Towering over the world, the colossal being stood over a hundred meters tall. Dirt still clung to his body, but the flash had blasted away the grime on his dark armor, revealing the gleaming metal beneath.

 One had to crane their neck to nearly 90 degrees just to glimpse Ares' terrifyingly enormous face.

 "Titan." Penthesilea whispered this term, unfamiliar to mortals.

 In Greek mythology, Zeus was the son of Cronus, the second-generation king of the Titans. Therefore, as the son of Zeus, Ares also possessed Titan blood.

 The Titans, a race whose name had long faded from the world along with the Olympian gods, had disappeared into the annals of history.

 But the legends surrounding them persisted across the land.

 They were immensely powerful, their movements capable of toppling mountains and redirecting rivers.

 Even now, the strength and might of the Titans were still celebrated by mortals.

 After Ares fully transformed into a Titan, Penthesilea's mind went blank. She couldn't fathom what could possibly stand against such a colossal being.

 Nearby, Atreus couldn't stop cursing Ares for cheating.

 Don’t be fooled by the fact that Ares only had 30% health left. The 30% health of a mortal was nowhere near comparable to that of a Titan.

 If the system could calculate Ares’ current health accurately, it would likely reveal that he had gained an extra ten million health points out of nowhere, and that was just the absolute value.

 As Ares raised his massive hand, large enough to blot out the sky, and brought it down with a crushing force—

 Diana reacted even faster than Penthesilea, who was nearby.

 Like a lion, Diana charged alone at the Titanized Ares.

 Atreus didn’t want to compare her to a lion, but the way her black, wavy hair billowed in the wind behind her was strikingly similar to the mane of a lion running at full speed.

 It was a fearless charge, and she was headed straight for Ares’ massive hand, which was as large as half a basketball court.

 It was an ant facing off against a god.

 It looked utterly hopeless and reckless!

 Penthesilea cried out in shock, "Diana, are you insane?!"

 She couldn’t believe her niece could be so bold.

 Diana gathered all the divine power within her body, concentrating it into a burst of golden light, and struck Ares' right hand, aiming directly at his fingertip.

 Ares was so massive that his reaction was sluggish when dealing with such tiny beings.

 Only when Diana’s fist collided with his fingertip did he finally sense her presence.

 A powerful shockwave erupted from the point of contact, expanding in all directions like a shower of golden sparks.

 "Crack!" A crisp sound echoed. 

"Ahhh—"

 When Atreus saw Ares' middle finger bend backward at a 120-degree angle, he felt the pain on Ares’ behalf.

 The fingers are directly connected to the heart.

 The pain must have been excruciating.

 At the same time, Diana wasn’t spared either. Atreus clearly saw her spit blood as she was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

 But it wasn’t over yet. 

Despite the pain, Ares didn’t stop. His left hand suddenly dug into the rubble. The ground beneath the three of them began to overturn and collapse.

 Is this some kind of meat sandwich?

 Tragic!

 And the filling is us!?

 Faced with the sight of the collapsing world around them, the three had no choice but to run as fast as they could.

 "We can’t go on like this, it’s too passive!" Diana shouted through gritted teeth.

 "No time to explain, get in the car!" Atreus summoned the **Tragedy of Troy** from the system.

 With the chariot’s speed and ability to fly, the three managed to escape Ares' attack range, at least for the moment. 

"Poseidon's chariot?!" Ares recognized it immediately. With one glance, he knew exactly where this divine artifact came from, and he cursed, "Excellent! You Olympian worms! I’ll make sure to settle the score with you later!"

 Atreus didn’t know how Poseidon felt, but he was sure Athena, lurking somewhere and watching from the shadows, was feeling quite pleased.

 Another scapegoat added to the pile!

 "Damn it, Ares turned into a Titan. We need stronger weapons..." Diana started to speak but then trailed off.

 In that moment, she suddenly realized why Atreus had prepared so much beforehand. 

Just then, Ares let out a furious roar: "Don’t think you can escape!"

 With a wave of his hand, hundreds and thousands of cold weapons—swords, spears, hammers, and axes—appeared in the space around their chariot.

 It was as if every weapon from Greek mythology had materialized before them.

 Before they could react, these divine weapons, imbued with faint godly power, shot toward them from all directions.

 "Ah!" Penthesilea panicked slightly. Diana still had her **Bracelets of Submission**, but Penthesilea was unarmed.

 "Take this!" Without hesitation, Atreus handed her the dagger **Achilles**, and gave **Hector** to Diana.

 The two women hesitated briefly before accepting.

 Having plenty of weapons can sometimes give you the freedom to do as you please.

 They knew there was no point in dodging. Ares had summoned too many weapons, and there was no way to evade them all. Rather than struggling in vain, it was better to settle the fight once and for all.

 They were waiting for the right moment, and so was Ares.

 Finally, in the next breath, countless blades pierced through the flying chariot.

 Visually, Atreus and the others now looked like a sea urchin covered in spikes.

 Ares could imagine his arsenal had completely impaled those three annoying pests.

 The elemental damage from the weapons caused their skin to burn, their flesh to peel, and their bones to ignite.

 Unfortunately for Ares, he was wrong.

 At the critical moment, shards of light like broken mirrors burst around the chariot, making Ares realize—this damned space mage was playing tricks again.

 "Die!" Ares took a giant step forward, his massive form parting clouds as he moved. It wasn’t waves he was breaking apart with his divine energy, but clouds.

 He stirred the very winds, and it seemed as though nothing in the world could stop him from destroying his enemies.

 Yet when he thrust his enormous spear into the cursed mirrored space, a beam of destructive light shot into his brow.

 The light was both brilliant and terrifying.

 The terrifying energy was both familiar and strange.

 It made Ares recall a word—**Godfall!**

(End of Chapter)