Chapter 85:

Diana Again, and the True God Killer

DC: The Infinite Villain

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"Diana?"

Lilah called out in surprised delight.

"Number Three," Damon said, then leaped straight onto the dock.

"It looks like Diana is in trouble."

Lilah turned to Laurie.

"You stay on the ship. Valentina, we are going to help."

"Why should I? Where is this? I want to return to the Soviet Union, to my own time."

Valentina shouted.

"That is not up to you."

Lilah spoke and struck Valentina directly. Valentina had no time to dodge before the two merged into Firestorm again.

Flames burst out. Firestorm rose into the air and arrived beside Damon.

"Lilah? How... how did you become like this?"

Diana was surprised enough to see an acquaintance like Lilah burning from head to toe. The others were even more shocked.

Damon suddenly laughed.

That laugh drew everyone's attention.

"What is this, a family reunion?"

Damon pointed toward the two men and two women on Diana's side. One man was rough-looking and held an infant in his arms. One woman wore jeans, a T-shirt, and a plaid shirt, very casual. The other was blonde, her hair pinned up, dressed in a pink strapless dress with the bearing of a noblewoman.

"The demigod Lennox. That is your name, correct? And you, Zola, was it? Zeus dragged you into this, and your son is named Zeke. The baby he is holding."

Damon pointed at the rough man and the woman in the shirt before finally looking at the noblewoman.

"Now here is the important one."

"One of the Twelve Olympians, Queen Hera. Among this circle, your status should be the highest. I believe I once told Eris I would conquer you. Do you remember?"

Hera's expression changed slightly.

Damon turned toward the other side.

A man and a woman stood there.

The man was at least two meters tall, rough and powerfully built. Bare-chested, he wore primitive armor and a cloak, carried a sword, and had scars all over his body. The woman wore a hooded coat and looked ordinary at first glance, but her throat seemed to be made of metal.

"The First Born. Zeus and Hera's first child. Prophecy said you would sit on Zeus's throne after walking over the corpses of the gods. As for the one beside you, Cassandra. A demigoddess who once had the power of command through speech, until your adopted brother Lennox tore out your throat. Now you survive with a mechanical voice."

Damon identified their names and backgrounds one by one as if he were reciting from memory. Then he turned to Diana.

"How did you get tangled up with them? Where is Donna?"

"Donna..."

Diana instinctively looked toward Hera, then said grimly, "After I parted from you, Donna returned to Themyscira first. When I arrived, I found that all the Amazons, and Donna as well, had been turned into snakes by her. My mother had been turned into a statue."

"Then why did you not kill her?" Damon asked casually.

"I cannot."

Diana shook her head.

"Apollo, the sun god, has taken Zeus's throne and turned Hera into a mortal. I need her to turn my family back."

Diana seemed to think of something and looked at Damon expectantly.

"Could you..."

Damon pointed at the Disciple, which was lodged against the dock, and said nothing.

Diana's expression dimmed.

"Enough."

"Hand over my adorable little brother."

Cassandra shouted coldly.

"Not a chance," Diana said firmly.

"Then we fight. Starting with him, I will kill every one of you and take back the place that should be mine."

The First Born's voice was hoarse as he walked toward Lennox.

"I have waited for this moment for a long time."

Lennox returned the child to Zola, cracked his knuckles, and punched at the First Born.

Bang.

The First Born's fist struck Lennox's face first. Lennox took a slight step back, shook himself, and was about to continue when cold light flashed. The First Born's sword swept across his neck.

Thud.

Lennox's head fell to the ground. His body and head gradually changed, becoming stone-like.

"Lennox!"

Diana had not expected the First Born to instantly kill the demigod Lennox. Lennox did not have any overwhelming special ability, but his body was harder than stone. Yet he had still...

Diana's bracers suddenly shone, and two swords appeared from them. She shot toward the First Born like a cannonball.

Clang, clang, clang.

They clashed violently.

"Did her gear get upgraded? Hephaestus's work?"

Damon muttered with interest, then arrived beside Hera.

"How does it feel to go from queen of the gods to human?"

"Not good," Hera snorted.

"You brought it on yourself," Zola mocked from the side.

"What did you say, you low little bitch?"

Hera glared at her.

"You're the bitch."

The two began insulting each other. If the timing had been different, they might have started fighting.

"The First Born is strong. Should we help Diana?"

Lilah sounded eager.

Helping Diana was one reason. Testing her own ability was another.

"Go if you are not afraid of dying. The First Born is probably the strongest of the Old Gods. Almost none of the Olympians are stronger than him, Zeus included. Even an ordinary New God would probably kneel if they met him. Seven thousand years of hatred. He crawled up from the depths of the earth step by step for seven thousand years. Imagine how terrifying that hatred must be."

"The nameless god. Destroyer of souls. That one is the true God Killer."

Damon spoke with feeling.

Lilah fell silent.

In her mind, she explained what she knew to Valentina.

"How do you know all this?" Hera asked Damon in surprise.

"I also know that if nothing unexpected happens, you will recover your divine power."

Damon said it casually.

"What unexpected thing?" Hera asked nervously.

"My mood."

"Your... mood?"

Hera stared at Damon. Seeing that he had no intention of explaining further, she suppressed her thoughts and changed the topic.

"Are you not going to help Diana? She is your woman, after all."