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At this moment, an angry expression fell on Arthas’s face. Although he was a skeleton that could not show expression, Timus could feel the anger that exuded from the Death God.

He could not help but clench the Greatsword of Meredith in his hand and assumed an offensive stance. He was ready for battle.

However, the scene of Arthas rushing over and waving his scythe in anger did not appear.

This made Timus feel a little puzzled. Were these Gods so patient?

He was already so arrogant, why did he not come over and fight?

However, what he did not expect was that Arthas really did not dare to come over!

At this time, Arthas seemed like he was formulating a plan in his mind. He looked at the youth in front of him and was already on guard.

In reality, many things between Gods were not completely transparent. Most of the Gods had never seen Timus. Even now, there were still many Gods who did not know that Ragnaros had been seriously injured. At the moment, this matter was probably only known to Ragnaros and Arthas.

Therefore, it was normal for Arthas to hesitate in identifying who the assailant was, but he knew of some characteristics.

Young appearance, arrogant attitude, pure black hair, likes to use a huge sword as a weapon…

All these characteristics seemed to correspond with that guy!

‘This kid… could he be the human who made Ragnaros suffer?’ Arthas could not help but think to himself.

If this kid was really Timus, then he might really not be able to beat him. One had to know that even Ragnaros was defeated by this kid. Arthas’s strength was far inferior to Ragnaros. Otherwise, Arthas would not have had to curry favor with Ragnaros and seek protection.

Now, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little strange. Clearly, Timus’s attitude was very arrogant, and Arthas’s attitude had been very tough.

How could Arthas suddenly tolerate such an arrogant Timus now?

This was unreasonable. Looking at the unmoving Arthas in front of him, Timus frowned slightly. He felt inexplicably annoyed.

One had to know that he really wanted to challenge the Gods again. Timus liked to fight with strong people to accumulate his battle experience, and at the same time, to prove his strength.

Was there any existence in this world that was more powerful than a God?

No!

Originally, Timus thought that he did not have the strength to fight against a God. Naturally, he avoided these kinds of things. Being a battle maniac did not mean that he was not stingy with his life.

However, once he discovered that he could actually fight against a God. Furthermore successfully defeating a God, he made it a challenge for himself to capitalize on another win!

Even though this was only a divine sense clone with 50% of Arthas’s strength, he probably could not find a stronger opponent than this in this world.

Now that he had such a good opportunity to fight against a God again, the other party refused to move?

How could Timus endure it?

He directly lifted his Greatsword of Meredith and pointed it at Arthas, “What are you still standing there for? Are you going to fight or not?!”

“…”

Arthas had nothing to say. He felt extremely strange. The other party was only a human, and yet, he seemed to know his identity as a God very well.

Why was he still so arrogant? There was no doubt that this kid was Timus! It was this guy who had caused a powerful God like Ragnaros to suffer a great loss.

Pondering further, Arthas became even more afraid to move.

“Are you a coward? Why aren’t you moving?”

“…”

“Is this even a God? He doesn’t even dare to hit a human?”

“…”

“Are you mute? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“…”

A string of provocative words came out of Timus’s mouth, but Arthas remained silent, he dared not to speak a single word.

He could feel that the kid in front of him was not afraid of Gods at all!

Arthas currently thought about running away. After all, he definitely could not deal with the guy who defeated Ragnaros.

Timus had defeated the divine sense clone of Ragnaros with 50% of his strength. Arthas was also a god. He could only use 50% of his divine sense clone at most, so there was no difference.

‘I definitely can’t beat this kid!’ After coming to this conclusion, Arthas’s plans to retreat became even stronger.

At this time, Arthas’s aura was no longer as strong as before. The surrounding soldiers who lay on the ground were all slightly relieved. They were no longer so uncomfortable, and their consciousness gradually became clearer.

They had all heard it. The hero they were supporting was challenging death itself!

At this moment, Timus stared at Arthas, and he seemed to look a little anxious through his skeletal figure.

Timus felt that the black-robed skeleton-man in front of him seemed to be planning to escape.

How could he accept this?

It was not easy to catch a God, so he definitely had to have a good fight!

Thinking of this, Timus said fiercely, “Since you’re not coming, I’ll go over!”

With that, he took a step forward with his weapon.

At the same time, an unexpected scene appeared. Seeing Timus approach, Arthas subconsciously took a step back!

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Timus, the soldiers, and even Arthas himself were stunned.

Arthas had never thought that he would subconsciously do such a thing. Although he already had the thought of running away, it was only an idea after all.

The pride of being a God made it impossible for him to make up his mind to do such a shameful thing.

If the mortals in the lower realm knew that he had retreated in the face of a strong human, his believers would definitely give up their faith in him.

Could a God who was afraid of humans still be considered a God?

Thinking of this, Arthas suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have gotten involved in this matter. He had clearly participated in this lower realm war in order to obtain the power of faith from people. He did not expect that he would lose some of his faith instead of obtaining the power of faith.

This was definitely a loss-making business for Arthas. Subconsciously, his hatred pointed towards Ulysses Sabrina. Were it not for the female elf that bewitched him, how could he have encountered such bad luck?

However, creating trouble for Ulysses Sabrina was a matter for the future Arthas. Now, he had to make a decision.

Should he fight Timus or should he really run away?

Arthas gritted his teeth and thought about the possibility of winning. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of the key to victory.

Arthas looked at the black book in his left hand.

The Law!