Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 313 I am weak, but that doesn't mean you are stronger than me (4.0k)

"Roar!"

The pitch-black ether dragon broke free from the abyss and opened its mouth to bite the tiny life on the ground, ready to enjoy its first meal after waking up.

The power of the hell came over him, and the surrounding air and ether stagnated and solidified, as if it had turned into a sticky quagmire. The people trapped in it had stiff limbs and were frozen in place like clay sculptures and wooden sculptures. They could only watch the bloody mouth fall.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the solemn roar broke the silence of the scene, and the fierce lightning fell from the sky, like a fallen silver sword, slashing directly at Hippomenes in the air.

The dragon's body immediately retracted, roaring and swinging its claws upwards. After paying the price of several broken fingers, it crushed the lightning above Hippomenes' head.

It seemed that the two sides were evenly matched.

However, as the ether dragon pressed its broken claws to the ground, the stone walls of the surrounding temples flickered with light patterns, and dark mud flows surged out of the abyss and attached to the dragon claws, completely repairing the damage in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Lorne on the distant mountain frowned slightly.

Infinite regeneration? A bit tricky.

"Hide and hide, come out!"

At the same time, Hippomenes, who was almost struck into charcoal by lightning, could not help but get really angry. According to the direction of the attack, he locked the source of the danger.

And the ether dragon beast under him also let out a low roar at the same time, opened its bloody mouth towards the distant mountain, and made a breath-taking action.

Suddenly, the surrounding ether was sucked out and turned into a red and black light ball compressed to the extreme in the dragon beast's mouth.

Swish!

The next moment, a thick purple-red magic beam shot out from the dragon beast's mouth, swept across the sky with a sharp whistle, wiped out a dazzling aurora in the air, and hit the distant mountain in an instant.

The mountain peaks hundreds of meters high were flattened in an instant, the collapsed rubble splashed everywhere, and the dark red magma rolled down.

Accompanied by the air waves of the explosion, four figures fell into the crowd in a mess, barely escaping.

"Finally willing to come out, you little mice hiding in the back."

Hippomenes looked down at the four embarrassed opponents in front of him and sneered proudly.

However, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he thought of a problem that he had overlooked.

The first people sent to explore the way seemed to be - five people?

The moment Hippomenes realized this, the power of the landslide and tsunami suddenly burst out from behind him.

He was caught off guard and flew out like a cannonball, smashing trees and rocks along the way, until he slid hundreds of meters away and stopped.

Then, a spear as powerful as a meteor streaked across the sky, dragged the figure that stood up from the smoke and dust for dozens of meters, and nailed it firmly on the tree trunk.

Hippomenes looked at the figure standing on the head of the ether dragon beast, his eyes full of disbelief.

Loen flew up and stepped hard on the raised head of the ether dragon. Suddenly, the dragon's bones shattered, the soil splashed, and the huge head was split in half, wailing and falling into the abyss.

"It seems that you are not very good."

After doing all this lightly, Loen shook his head and commented lightly.

Hearing this, Hippomenes's blood surged up and vomited a large mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments, his eyes full of confusion.

Isn't this guy the weakest one in the registered list of crusaders?

Damn, those sons of bitches in the Moon Temple actually have a trick up their sleeves...

The culprit, with endless resentment and unwillingness, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he slowly drooped his head.

After confirming that the other party's vitality was extinguished, Loen retracted his gaze and looked at his arm with several light-like cracks, frowning slightly.

Sure enough, using power above the god level is still far beyond the load for this body.

A quick battle must be decided!

Then, he looked down at the Ether Dragon Beast that had once again escaped from the abyss and recovered from its injuries, and his eyes sank.

It was not control, but awakening!

So, even if Hippomenes was killed, it would be useless, and this thing must be solved together.

"Roar!"

The ether dragon roared and successfully flapped its wings to fly. Its red and black vertical pupils, the size of lanterns, stared at the tiny figure in front of it, which was as small as an ant, and did not dare to act rashly.

The instinct of the creature told it that this was the only existence on the field that could pose a threat to itself.

This human is very strong!

Lorne slowly manifested the altar seat holy cloth and the gun of nation-building, looked at the light-like cracks that were spreading and expanding on his arm, and spoke solemnly to the people behind him.

"I can only delay for thirty minutes at most. During this time, you can find a way to destroy the temple!"

Since the infinite regeneration ability of this ether dragon beast has nothing to do with Hippomenes, the most likely reason at present is that the Typhon Temple, which is built of flesh and blood and rocks, provides it with divine protection and creates a strong home advantage.

"Good!"

At the critical moment, everyone responded in unison, and then spontaneously followed the twin brothers, Medea, and Atalanta, and rushed to the Typhon Temple in front of the crack.

When the Etherdramon saw the actions of the people on the ground, it could no longer hold back. It raised its head and let out an aggressive and majestic roar, like a monarch enraged by thunder.

In an instant, the blood in the eyes of the monsters scattered all around surged, and they all let out sharp screams and rushed towards the tiny humans trying to break into the temple like a raging sea tide.

The four top-level monsters endowed with the divinity of Typhon, including the White Chimera, the Sphinx, the Hydra, and the Nemean Lion, all ended up one after another.

Flames, spell bullets, and venom came overwhelmingly, and the fierce offensive made everyone's scalp numb.

"The goddess Hecate who is standing on the three-way road, she is the queen of hell, she is the guide of the souls of the living, I pray here with my lifeline - all the principles and phenomena of the world, return, trace and reconstruct!"

Medea stepped forward, chanting solemnly, and waved the moon staff forward with the last syllable in her hand.

Suddenly, the earth trembled, and stone walls broke out, sheltering everyone inside and blocking the flames, curse bullets and venom from all directions.

"Well done!"

Atalanta looked approvingly at her friend's outstanding performance, and then led the crusaders around her to quickly advance towards the temple under the cover of the magic barrier.

However, the group of Warcraft on the opposite side obviously would not give them this opportunity easily.

The giant Nemean lion roared out of the camp, using the characteristics of its steel and iron bones to smash the stone wall into pieces.

Faced with this purely physical attack, Medea's magical defense techniques were somewhat stretched.

Seeing this ferocious monster about to rush into their own camp, a low roar came from the crowd.

"let me!"

Accompanied by a rough and deep voice, the figure as tall as a giant bear roared forward like a discharged cannonball. The dark blue ocean divine power set off huge waves of light that surged and vibrated in all directions. The muscular right arm was violently blasted. On the forehead of the Nemean lion.

In an instant, the brown lion running forward was like being hit by a speeding chariot. It flew dozens of meters and smashed into the group of demonic beasts, directly crushing several unlucky demonic wolves into a pulp.

But soon, the rough-skinned monster climbed up from the ground, roared angrily, and led a large number of monsters to rush towards the gap he had opened earlier.

Saint Polymonus, who stood in front of the gap like a copper wall, grabbed the wine flask at his waist, took a swig, turned around and laughed heartily.

"Brothers of the Dionysian Cult, do you still have the capacity for alcohol and courage?"

"cheers!"

Dozens of cheerful voices sounded, and the Dionysian believers took off the wine bottles from their waists and drank.

The sweet wine flows through the throat and flows to the limbs and bones. The hazy drunkenness blocks the pain. The heat of the body makes the blood pulse and awakens the hidden power in the body.

They took shaky steps and stood firmly behind Saint Polymonus, building a new high wall here with flesh and blood to block the impact of the beast tide.

Even though there is a tragic Shura battlefield ahead, the bloody mortals are fearless and fearless!

"Walk!"

The twin brothers shouted violently to wake up their teammates and ordered them to continue moving forward.

As Spartan princes who had received military training since childhood, they knew what to do and what not to do at this moment.

On the battlefield, pity and sadness are the most useless emotions. If you want to save your teammates and prevent their sacrifices from being in vain, then defeat the opponent as soon as possible and destroy the temple!

But the Warcraft also understood this truth. The white Chimera King led dozens of subordinates under his command, bypassed the defense line built by the Dionysus Cult, smashed the stone wall from the flank, and rushed towards the camp of the crusaders.

"Get away!"

Pollux, the younger brother of the twins, stepped forward and struck the white chimera on the head with his sword, blasting the beast dozens of meters away.

"Leave these beasts to me, you go first!"

Pollux muttered to his brother and teammates behind him and walked out of the array.

As the elder brother, Castor nodded, without saying a word, and continued to move forward with the remaining men.

Although they were inseparable brothers, they had to be separated temporarily in order to win the final battle.

Watching the team leave, Pollux dropped the bronze sword in his hand, summoned the Holy Cloth of Gemini, cracked his finger bones, and walked toward the Chimera group with a sneer.

He is actually better at using fists than using swords.

Just to cooperate with his brother, he rarely shows this advantage in front of others.

Now, it’s time to practice with these beasts!

In an instant, Pollux turned into a golden stream of light and rushed into the Chimera group, bringing with it a strong bloody wind.

When the White Chimera King saw this, he was furious. He immediately turned around and faced this powerful enemy.

Just as the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle, the advancing team ushered in a new interceptor.

——A nine-headed giant snake tens of meters high!

"I come!"

Atalanta drew her bowstring and stepped out decisively.

As a believer of Artemis, she can use the Sky Bow in her hand to bring out the dual divinity of the goddess of hunting.

And the side of disease and death can just restrain the immortal monsters.

At the same time, the archer's mobility also allows her to effectively avoid close combat and avoid being attacked by the venom of Hydra.

Therefore, she did her part to intercept this time.

Atalanta first shot the monster in the head with a few arrows to attract the hatred of the Hydra, and then ran towards the outside to lure the obviously low-IQ monster away from the team's path.

Castor, the elder twin brother, cast a respectful glance at the back and continued to move towards the temple.

During this period, there were constant monsters rushing over.

There were also constant magicians or blood warriors who spontaneously took charge of interception and rearguard action.

Finally, after paying the price of losing more than half of his men, Castor arrived at the gate of the flesh and blood temple with a team of less than 100 people.

Two sphinxes with wings on their backs, human faces and crowns stood up from the temple gate with a low roar, looking down grimly at the intruders who wanted to usurp the power of God.

Needless to say, this time Castor took the initiative to step forward and led the remaining team to fight the two gatekeeper monsters.

Under the deliberate cover of everyone, Medea, who used magic to cover her breath and figure, rushed into the temple.

As soon as she entered the door, the strong smell of blood hit her face. In the dark and gloomy space, the staggered purple-red corridors led in all directions.

As they went deeper and deeper, purple-red beast eggs, like nodules, were scattered all over the corridor.

Bang!

Hearing the noise, a struggling figure hit the purple-red egg wall, and the hideous outline was pressing towards the placenta, trying to break out of the shell.

Then, purple-red monster eggs that were attached to the outside of the blood vessels fell down

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

With the sound of vesicles breaking one after another, dozens of monsters of all sizes drilled out of the eggs, roaring and rushing towards the invaders who dared to rush into the temple.

Seeing this, Medea waved her little hand in a hurry.

Dragon tooth soldiers broke out of the ground one by one, waving bone swords and spears and shields, guarding around their master, and meeting the swarming monsters.

Fortunately, before setting off, her senior brother gave her these dragon teeth as a backup source of soldiers, otherwise it would be really dangerous for a magician to rush into the temple.

Thump, thump, thump--

In the dim temple, accompanied by hurried footsteps, Medea's stumbling figure ran inward along the cave entrance in a rather embarrassed manner.

Behind her, the blood vessels that kept wriggling and deforming and the monsters that broke out of their shells came from all directions.

The spells behind her were activated one after another, but they could only delay the attacks for a moment.

Boom--

Almost at the same time, a series of stern lightning flashes struck down from the gray foggy sky, and the ether exuding a majestic aura formed a sharp sword that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The sticky blood-colored mist dissipated, and the invisible coldness was somewhat eliminated.

Good opportunity!

Taking advantage of the gap when the temple's aura was exposed, Medea raised the [Talisman of Destroying All Laws] in her hand, slashed and scribbled at the walls with floating divine patterns around her, and finally inserted the sharp blade into the mottled bronze altar.

Suddenly, a series of roars came from under the feet, and the ground shook violently. The entire temple made of flesh, blood, and stone was like a pile of building blocks with its support removed, about to collapse, and was covered with cracks.