Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Chapter 129: Declaring through a painting, stripping away the senses



The Pegasus then landed in front of Promise, proudly neighing twice in a display of its strength.

"Alright, alright, I get it, you're amazing," Promise said with a chuckle, amused by the Pegasus's boastful attitude.

Helen watched the scene in surprise, especially at the sight of the beautiful pegasus, leaving her stunned for a while.

But her surprise quickly turned to panic as she urgently warned Promise, her voice soft yet filled with worry, "No, it's useless! You need to leave-he can't be defeated!"

As she finished speaking, Antaeus stood up, brushing off the impact from the pegasus's attack.

Looking at the Pegasus in front of him, instead of being angry, his eyes gleamed with delight and greed as he stared at the creature.

"What a magnificent Pegasus! You actually possess such a treasure, but from today, it belongs to me. Only someone as strong as I am deserves it!"

The Pegasus ignored Antaeus and tilted its head to glance back at Promise.

The latter nodded in response, and with a powerful stomp of its hooves, the pegasus spread its wings and charged at Antaeus again.

During this period, Promise came over to Helen.

"I'm sorry, Helen," He said apologetically as he reached her. "I apologize on Theseus's behalf for his recklessness. Don't worry, the next time I see him, I'll be sure to give him a good beating!"

Helen was slightly stunned, looking at the young man in front of her.

But she didn't have time to think about that at the moment.

Instead, she stood up and stretched out her hand to push the young man, wanting him to leave, saying, "No, that doesn't matter! Antaeus is impossible to defeat-you need to get away while you can!"

While they were talking, Pegasus had already fought with Antaeus for several rounds.

Antaeus attempted to tame the pegasus, but each time he tried, he was sent flying by another powerful strike.

Yet no matter how many times he was knocked down to the ground, Antaeus could stand up quickly without any injury to his body.

It's like this again...

Just like before...

Helen felt a wave of despair as she watched the scene in front of her.

She had considered escaping from Antaeus before, but after spending days with him, she had abandoned that thought.

She had seen many people killed by Antaeus, their skulls used to fill the foul-smelling temple. No matter how many people came, even entire armies, none could defeat Antaeus.

He seemed to know no fatigue, and no matter what injuries he had, he could recover quickly.

As long as he remained in contact with the ground, Antaeus was invincible.

Promise knew this too, but as he watched Antaeus fall down and then, rise again and again, he did not show any flustered expression at all.

No way,

He had even played a hunt with a God.

This scene was still too boring.

"Helen, let's paint a picture together,"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Promise looked at the little girl in front of him and said with a smile.

"Actually, there is one thing I have wanted to try for a long time."

Without waiting for Helen's reaction, he sat down on the rock she had been seated on earlier, took out his paintbrush, and began sketching Antaeus on the canvas before him.

The moment Promise started painting, Antaeus noticed, but after giving him a quick glance, The dismissed him entirely.

Looking at the beautiful creature in front of him, all Antaeus cared about now was taming it and claiming it as his own.

Helen watched in disbelief as Promise calmly painted in the midst of such danger.

She thought he must have lost his mind.

But just as she was about to urge him to stop painting, the pure white brush in the boy's hand had already fallen, and Helen, who witnessed this moment, could no longer utter a word. She was drawn into the painting, and by the time she regained her senses, more than ten minutes had passed and Promise had already captured Antaeus's likeness on the paper.

At the same time, pegasus, now weary from the repeated clashes, knocked Antaeus away once more before turning its head toward Promise and neighing twice.

Are you done yet?

"It's done," Promise said, looking at the finished painting in his hand.

The painting depicted a desolate landscape, with a temple built from skulls on barren ground, blood staining the area around it.

Standing next to the temple was Antaeus.

Helen, who was also observing the painting, was both amazed and confused by Promise's

actions.

He's really talented... No, no, this isn't the time to be thinking about that!

As she was about to speak, Promise suddenly stretched out his palm and lightly tapped the barren ground in the painting.

"Antaeus, you are no longer standing on the earth,"

He declared with a calm voice.

The moment he spoke, the barren earth in the painting instantly vanished.

At this moment, Antaeus, who had just stood up from the ground nonchalantly and was about

to continue taming the Pegasus, suddenly felt that the power of Mother Earth, which had always protected him, disappeared. It just disappeared like that

He froze in shock, then looked down in panic, realizing that while he was still physically standing on the ground, he could no longer feel the strength of Mother Earth.

It was as if he had been abandoned!

At this time, Pegasus who was fighting with him, naturally first noticed that something was wrong with Antaeus and clearly felt that the divine power in his body was rapidly dissipating.

It glanced at Promise, but quickly returned its focus to Antaeus.

After all, it was used to its master's oddities, so nothing really surprised it anymore.

With a determined stomp, Pegasus charged at Antaeus again.

This time, Antaeus let out a scream as he was thrown to the ground, unable to get back up.

His bones shattered, and he coughed up blood.

Just as Helen watched this scene in stunned silence,

"Antaeus, your eyes can no longer see the world, your ears can no longer hear the sound, and your mouth can no longer speak,"

Promise calmly declared, then took out his white feather brush and gently touched the ears, eyes, and mouth of Antaeus in the painting, causing them to vanish from the picture.

In reality, Antaeus also lost these three senses.

Due to the sudden loss of hearing, vision and language ability, and the inability to feel the embrace of Mother Earth, Antaeus suddenly became extremely panicked and frightened.

In his panic, he even began to cry out of sheer terror.

Pegasus looked at this scene, then glanced at Promise, who had an expression of "as expected", and couldn't help but secretly make up his mind again.

Next time you graze, be sure to stay far away from your master.

And it would definitely avoid getting on Promise's bad side and ending up in that dreaded

little notebook of his!

This white feather paintbrush was a magical artifact made by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, for Promise, and it was also one of her most perfect creations.

Promise was quite clever; he had actually suspected its potential for some time, but since he had only ever painted friends and allies-like the hundred-eyed giant or Cerberus he had never put it to this kind of use before.

However, he had always wanted to test it out, and this Antaeus, who jumped in front of him, happened to be the perfect subject for his experiment.

Otherwise, Promise wouldn't have let Pegasus play around with him for so long.

Even if he did not ask the gods for help, it would have been more than enough for the three-

headed dog of hell to come out and deal with this guy.

"About ten minutes right....

Well..the stronger the person, the shorter and harder it is to control them..." Promise looked at the painting in front of him, and through the feedback it gave him, he sighed thoughtfully: "It seems I'm destined to be classified as a Caster, even though I don't really practice magic."

Finished with his thoughts, he turned to Pegasus and said, "Alright, Brother Pegasus, go ahead and toss him into the sea."

Antaeus was the son of Mother Earth and Poseidon, the sea god.

They had just declared this battle would be fought under the watchful eyes of the gods, so Promise knew they were definitely observing.

Pegasus nodded, then walked forward with a look of disgust and pushed Antaeus, who wanted

to wail but couldn't make a sound, and pushed him little by little before finally throwing him

into the sea.

When everything was over, Promise reached out and patted the little girl, who hadn't reacted yet, on the head and said with a smile: "Let's go, Helen, I'll take you home now."