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Athena, Athena! Give me an Athena!

Those who have studied summoning know that it requires a catalyst. The item isn\'t fixed—it can be a scene, an offering, or something that makes a connection to the summoning target, commonly known as a sacred relic.

As Luo En knew, some obsessed gamers in the circle visited England, feverishly wanting to bring back some local soil specialities—from the red soil in front of King Arthur\'s tomb, no less—insisting on using it as a sacred relic to summon a big-eater beauty in a suit with tufty hair, to fight the Holy Grail War for them, and rid them of the 996 overtime work schedule.

As they repeatedly extracted several kilograms of soil from their travel bags and flaunted photos in their groups, Luo En suspected that they might have completely stripped bare the top of King Arthur\'s grave.

Of course, even with all these preparations, whether they did the card draws online or the actual manipulation offline, what had to go wrong still went wrong.

After all, one cannot change fate by geomancy or by spending money. Some summonings rely on luck, others on misfortune; such is the nature of this profession.

So, Luo En, who was almost numb to deviations, didn\'t have much hope. All he could do was see whether the so-called "Dice of Chance" would abide by the law of conservation of luck and give him a field advantage, considering he had gambled with a sacred relic personally related to Athena next door.

With hope in his heart, Luo En let go without hesitation. The twelve-sided die on the table rolled several times, finally showing a blood-red number composed of crimson spears.

Ares?

Great, skewed again...

Seeing the completely different emblem, Luo En grimly reached out, intending to retrieve the die when a silvery-white character, tinged with blood, flickered and hovered above the altar in his mind, radiating a brutal and ferocious Divinity.

Luo En\'s previously disdainful gaze froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

It\'s actually this one!

Meanwhile, in Olympus, at the Hall of Beauty.

The once violently shaking soft bed came to a sudden halt. Ares, the War God, who had been brandishing his sword in battle within the draped bed, shivered, and his complexion turned beet red in an instant.

"It\'s an accident, definitely an accident! It must be because Hephaestus has been pestering me too much lately, I..."

"Bang!"

Before Ares could finish his defense, Aphrodite\'s bewitchingly beautiful face had already frosted over with disdain, and with one kick, she sent the now ineffective man tumbling under the bed.

Having just returned from the outside and heard of her lover\'s embarrassing situation, she had intended to personally step in to comfort him.

But once again, he was all bark and no bite.

If she had known, she would have stayed a few more days in Atlantis.

Ares, scrambling up from the ground, tried to prove that his vigor was still intact, but as a familiar sense of exhaustion surged in his heart, his face darkened, and he felt like crying without tears.

Not this again!

At this very moment, in a residence within Knossos City.

Luo En, sensing the surging, crimson, divine characters in his mind, felt so excited he wanted to leap up from the bed.

—The War God\'s Privilege·Infinite Martial Refinement.

—I am the God of Battle, I am the God of Terror. I shall incite carnage time and again, endure countless battlefields, offer sacrifices in blood, temper with fire, and ascend to the pinnacle!

As the arrogant divine words echoed in his mind, Luo En\'s hands clung tightly to the corners of his quilt, enduring the oppressive impact of the War God\'s Divinity on the altar within his mind.

Simultaneously, correlated information flowed into his stream of consciousness.

The so-called "Infinite Martial Refinement" refers to an era where martial skills had reached an almost peerless level. Such individuals could easily achieve the perfect unity of mind, body, and technique and exhibit peak combat prowess under any mental and physical constraints.

As Luo En knew, there were only a handful of heroes in Greece\'s age of heroes who were worthy of this title.

The most famous of them was Hercules the Great, a hero from the future.

And a millennium later, Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake from Celtic mythology, also held such an honor.

According to the original texts, Lancelot was undefeated in his lifetime. In contrast, most of the Knights of the Round Table were recorded to have experienced defeat.

Legend has it that when King Arthur was assassinated, Lancelot could have rushed back from France on his own, become an army of one, and protected King Arthur alone. He was able to stop the advance of an entire army by himself and, after the event, casually walked away without a fuss. Even after losing his weapons, he could use tree branches to puncture the enemies\' heads effortlessly.

Clearly, these two representatives at the pinnacle of martial arts were enough to prove the value of this title.

But how could one achieve unity of mind, body, and technique without reaching a certain level in martial arts?

Luo En looked at his excessively pale hands and couldn\'t help but doubt himself.

However, as the war deity\'s essence washed over him, he soon grasped the true meaning of unity of mind, body, and technique in the "Infinite Martial Refinement."

Mind: refers to a steadfast and unshakable spirit, more inclined to represent willpower and combat will;

Technique: is easier to understand, referring to various martial arts skills, which can be acquired through continuous combat and training.

Body: naturally refers to the last physical quality, able to keep up with the level of skill execution.

In short, it means that even when one\'s spirit and body are subjected to all sorts of disturbances and influences, one can still perfectly exhibit all their combat power.

To achieve this, it requires a strong will + refined martial skills + corresponding physical abilities, a comprehensive assessment.

Upon closer reflection, Luo En felt somewhat bewildered again.

Though he had ascended to demigod status and possessed rich combat experience fighting Titan Gods and an indomitable fighting spirit.

Yet, this was still some distance away from the true "Infinite Martial Refinement."

Was just infusing a strand of war divinity enough to reach this realm?

Bear in mind, even Ares, the god of war, had not fully achieved the state of "Infinite Martial Refinement."

Otherwise, he wouldn\'t be treated as an experience bag by the other chief gods, casually farmed for experience.

"Hum!"

While Luo En was deep in thought, the silver divine oracle in his mind exploded into endless streams of bloodlight, and a series of gruesome and stern battle images madly flooded his mind.

Blood! War! Slaughter! Death!

The formidable figure with a bronze winged helmet and leather vambraces waved a war spear one moment and grasped the Sword of the War God the next, constantly piercing, sweeping, jabbing, and chopping at the enemies surging in from all sides.

That figure, radiating a violent urge to kill, became the beast on the battlefield that tore through and devoured everything.

He was divinely favored, dignified, agile, and tireless in battle.

He was the nemesis of wisdom, the scourge of life.

Blood flowed freely, lives were brutally reaped, and offered to terror and death.

Headless Titans, heartbroken Nymphs, wing-broken dragons, groaning heroes... one by one, these figures fell to his sword and to the front of his spear.

When the last standing figure also fell with a thunderous collapse, facing the war god Luo En, he suddenly felt a battle will and madness of such purity crashing into his heart, as a crimson tide of blood began to overwhelmingly spread out.

In an instant, he couldn\'t help but have bloodshot eyes, his heart pounded like a thunderous drum, and the blazing blood it furiously pumped out flowed into his limbs, burning like flames within his body.

An impulse to find an opponent and engage in a hearty battle overpowered him, making him lose control; he leaped and jumped into the dark courtyard.

Luo En clenched his teeth and, relying on his barely maintained sanity, broke off a tree branch and started chopping at the flowers and plants on the road.

In a flash, branches and leaves scattered, flowers were destroyed, and the entire nursery was a mess.

Finally, after a bout of venting, the uncontrollable surge of blood in his body showed signs of easing.

However, before Luo En could figure out how to tame this unruly battle will, a cold murmur came from behind him.

"Crude, too crude..."

In the moonlight, Athena, dressed in a plain white gown, looked at the mess on the ground with a look of disdain that even a dog would shake its head at. She casually picked up a twig from the side, tapped it against her palm, and walked gracefully towards Luo En in the courtyard, who was using the tree branch to mimic sword techniques.

"Well then, let me teach you how to use a sword!"

In an instant, the stubborn battle will within Luo En roared to life like oil poured on fire, and the "sword" in his hand involuntarily chopped towards the approaching Goddess of Wisdom.

The fierce battle was inevitable!