Under the pristine moonlight.
Atop the highest peak of Sparta, the majestic Temple of War lay in ruins, brought down by the ferocious might.
Gazing upon the towering figure emerging from the dissipating dust, a crimson mech, even larger and more imposing than oneself.
"Huh?!"
The laughter of the black-haired woman, akin to a strangled goose, abruptly froze.
"What is... this..."
"Allowing me... to utilize my full magical power."
Accompanied by a hoarse and deep-layered voice, a sound slowly emanated from the swirling dust.
Majestic and colossal, towering like a small mountain, the crimson behemoth lowered its gaze, peering at the mech, which stood a head shorter than itself.
A slight crack formed at the corner of Kratos's lips.
Towards the God of War, it displayed a grin as abyssal and menacing as the depths themselves.
"Ares... you're not bad."
In the near-astonished gaze of the black-haired woman.
The blood-red magical energy coursing through the mech's body swayed like surging flames.
The wounds piercing Kratos's abdomen, inflicted by the power of molten flame, healed and sealed at a visible speed.
Such fluctuations...
The energy responses contained within this body.
Like the most violent magnetic field of the earth, raging down onto the ground, almost causing a distortion and tremor in the surrounding space.
What the hell?!
Within the helmet enclosing the crimson mech, the scars on Ares's face seemed to squirm like centipedes.
This was so different from what Athena said?!
Her mech's terminal operated desperately, calculating every parameter of the entity before it.
[Breakthrough! Data breakthrough! The limit cannot be measured?!]
Clearly just a false deity, a body synthesized from organic matter.
Ares also seemed to sense the indescribable fear pressing upon his mind, trickling down like cold sweat on his replicated delicate skin, devoid of sweat glands...
This brief, fleeting standoff.
Her crimson mech had been pushed to the utmost heat.
But... Ares did not strike.
Because her mech's terminal, her formidable computing power, her condensed deity...
One after another, warned her.
[You will die.]
"...Impossible!"
From Ares's vocal cords came an incredulous, tearing roar.
"Two years, two years wanting to defeat me, Kratos? Who do you think you are?! Allowing you to indulge?! Am I not bad?! Even if it's Zeus! Even if Zeus wants to dismantle me! It's not that easy!"
The lava-like, surging divine power flowed around Ares's crimson mech.
Though a god in essence.
Yet using human means, using roaring motivational words, to encourage her own core.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
FanfictionGetting Isekai'd to another world is indeed awesome, especially embarking on an adventure as a hero to defeat the Demon King, who turns out to be a woman, and making her part of your harem. It is truly the dream of millions of people hoping to be Is...
