[Information about Hippolyta]
[In terms of mythology, you know very well]
[She is the daughter of the War God Ares and the priestess Otrera of Artemis, the queen of the Amazons]
[Most famously, she is known for the ninth labor in the Twelve Labors, where the task was to have Heracles take the War God's sash from Hippolyta]
[Although there are various versions in mythology]
[You are very clear]
[In the history of the Moon World, Hippolyta will die at the hands of Heracles, ultimately losing the sash]
[This information does not come from anywhere else]
[In the Holy Grail War of Snowfield City in the real world, Hippolyta will also be summoned as a Rider]
[You are aware of some information about the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City]
[Hippolyta's information is just that]
Boom—!!
Outside the temple, a series of explosions erupted.
At the moment Ares issued the command, Hippolyta did not hesitate to launch an attack on Moran.
Perhaps not wanting to turn the holy temple into a mess.
Thus, she fought with Moran all the way outside.
"Chase!"
Hippolyta whistled, calling her steed.
She leaped onto the horse's back.
The War God's sash was not tied around her waist but was instead wrapped around her hand like a fist sash.
This does not affect its effectiveness.
The ability of the War God's sash is very simple and brutal; it can significantly increase the user's divinity, strength, endurance, agility, magic power, and other attributes.
In modern times, this treasure would become unusable after exceeding a certain limit due to weakened mystique.
However, Hippolyta is currently alive, living in the age of gods.
The output of the War God's sash is at max level.
The enhancement it brings makes Hippolyta's overall attributes approach the astonishing A level.
Whoosh—!!
Massive rocks soared to a height that required looking up.
Then several rocks suddenly shattered, and from the fragments emerged arrows entwined with astonishing magical power.
Hippolyta is not only skilled in close combat.
As the queen of the Amazons, her archery skills are equally exquisite.
Each arrow, entwined with a whirlwind, transformed into a vacuum vortex, lifting the shattered rocks and falling toward Moran.
"You are really enthusiastic!"
Moran blocked the arrows with his bare hands.
He shaped his hands into claws, manipulating the atmosphere through the authority of the True Ancestor, combining his excellent performance to unleash sharp claws.
If Hippolyta represents the Greek War Gods.
Then, Moran is the favored child of the planet.
"Hippolyta, I am named Hippolyta! This is a holy war dedicated to our father, the War God Ares! I do not kill nameless people!"
"Hehe, just call me Moran. As for my identity, consider me an unknown nobody who has come from a remote island."
[The offensive between you and Hippolyta is evenly matched]
[In just a few seconds, you exchanged hundreds of blows]
[Whenever Hippolyta tries to get closer, you manipulate nature, causing the ivy to grow wildly and spread]
[You are truly the True Ancestor]
[The existence of the foundational Idea Blood of principles has been completed, and the resources of this planet are your armory.]
[Therefore, controlling natural phenomena is a piece of cake.]
[Hippolyta has repeatedly used the War God's military sash to unleash storms that tear apart the ivy, turning them into countless fragments.]
[However, the chains of nature have not disappeared.]
[With those shredded green branches as a seedbed, new vines will grow rapidly and continuously.]
[No matter how many times they are destroyed, they will not be eliminated.]
[Like the cycle of the phoenix.]
[If the True Ancestor is an immortal being, then the movement of the natural world is also an endless cycle.]
[This ivy is the crystallization of nature.]
[Unless it is something capable of destroying this planet, it is absolutely impossible to break free from the constraints of nature.]
[The moment you shift from defense to attack,]
[the sea of green surges with a violent roar.]
[Hippolyta seems to have become the enemy of the ecosystem, with the green vines acting like pythons biting at her foes.]
[A torrent of offensive power pours down on her.]
"This power… is it the self-defense mechanism of this planet? Artemis, the man you like is truly remarkable. Unlike the local deities we encountered before our arrival, his very existence embodies the will of this planet."
As the renowned God of War, Ares would not overlook the details of Hippolyta's battle with Moran; just watching it made him want to offer praise.
"—In other words, to be an enemy of such an indigenous life form is almost like opposing this planet itself."
Ares, as the central processing unit of the machine god, continuously operated.
He had an almost accurate insight into its essence.
The Greek machine gods had never encountered a being like the True Ancestor, so it was only natural for them to feel astonished.
"This is my favorite darling! Amazing! Ares, little Hippolyta has a tough time trying to surpass my darling~!"
"Artemis, you really don't care about his identity, do you? Haven't you considered our Olympus fleet's position, as well as his stance as an indigenous life form of this planet?"
Ares was discussing a more critical issue.
From the planet's perspective, the Greek machine gods were colonizers from beyond the universe. The relationship between the two sides could hardly be described as friendly.
The machine gods only love humanity.
They do not love this planet.
If there had been no encounter with humanity from the very beginning, the Greek machine gods would have intended to plow the Earth and completely transform this planet into a mother star suitable for the creator race.
"Does it matter? That doesn't affect my relationship with darling~!
My stance will only be on darling's side. I will fight for this goal until the last moment, even if the enemy is my father, Zeus."
"Hahahaha, I didn't feel it before. Artemis, now you can casually say terrifying things."
"Eh!? Really!?"
Artemis tilted her head.
She felt that there was nothing wrong with such thoughts.
To change the creator's program for everything she loves, and now plan to provoke the Twilight of the Greek gods.
However, she still felt it was quite normal.
Any man would find it terrifying; Ares could already imagine the heavy burden on Moran.
To be loved by such a willful goddess.
This was indeed not an easy task.