Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 314: All Tactics Converter (5.9k)

At the same time, as the temple was destroyed, the ether dragon that was fighting with Loen in the sky was struck by lightning, and the divine light radiating from its body was sharply reduced.

Seeing this good opportunity, Loen's eyes flashed fiercely, his waist and back leaned back, his body was like a giant bow stretched to the extreme, and the gun of nation-building in his hand was the arrow on the bowstring.

The next moment, the blood-red light penetrated the sky and shot into the chest of the ether dragon at a speed faster than lightning, directly hitting the dark red heart in the chest that was beating up and down.

The core was severely damaged, and the ether dragon let out a shrill roar, and the body composed of flesh, stone, and bones quickly collapsed, and the huge body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Above the crack, the Typhon Temple, which was already on the verge of collapse, was hit directly by the huge body of the dragon, and collapsed immediately. The dense rubble and bones were shot in all directions with violent impact force, like a sudden meteor shower.

"Boom boom boom!"

Accompanied by smoke and dust all over the ground and bursts of explosions, a petite figure holding the Dark Moon Staff rushed left and right on the constantly collapsing and falling stones, trying to escape from the temple that was about to collapse completely.

However, due to the repeated fierce battles and the rush all the way, her magic power and physical strength were on the verge of limit. An accidental step into the air instantly made her drift and fall into the abyss.

Looking at a huge rock that was falling faster and hitting her head on, Medea couldn't help but close her eyes in horror, waiting sadly for the end of her fate.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a dull explosion sounded above, and the falling boulder was smashed by a blow. The figure wrapped in golden light jumped and dodged among the falling stones, as fast as lightning.

When his searching eyes locked onto Medea, he stepped on the gravel under his feet without hesitation, accelerated his fall with the force of recoil, and held the little witch with his eyes closed and waiting to die tightly with his open arms.

Medea opened her eyes tremblingly, and when she saw the familiar face in front of her, she couldn't help but hugged the other's neck and cheered with a surge of heart

"Brother!"

"Well, hold me tight..."

Lorne made a vague syllable, and then in a solemn reminder, he opened a pair of golden light-like wings behind him, and took the two of them into the air, lightly avoiding the falling debris above, and landed steadily on the edge of the crack.

As they were out of danger, Medea shyly loosened her arms, and then she noticed that the dense light-like cracks had spread from Lorne's arms to his neck, making him look like a piece of fine porcelain that was about to break.

At this moment, the girl suddenly understood why her senior brother had made that vague sound just now.

Probably, it was because of the pain...

"Shh!"

Lorne raised his index finger in front of his lips and quietly made a gesture of silence.

Medea nodded in understanding, jumped down from Lorne's arms obediently, stood behind her senior brother honestly, and said nothing about what she had seen and heard just now.

At this time, on the battlefield.

With the fall of the Ether Dragon and the collapse of the Typhon Temple, the monsters driven by the power of Typhon fell into chaos. In addition, without the blessing of the temple, their combat effectiveness and endurance were further reduced.

The crusaders took this opportunity to spontaneously gather, using the coordination of arms to play the advantages of teamwork, gradually turning the situation around, and began to clean up the monsters that were still resisting in an orderly manner.

Seeing that the situation had been effectively controlled, Loen was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes fell on the bronze spear that was nailed into the tree trunk a hundred meters away.

No, where is the body? Where is Hippomenes?

Then, a thunderclap exploded in Loen's mind, and his expression froze.

He is not dead yet!

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Rustle...

In the misty bushes, an embarrassed figure ran through at high speed, holding his left hand on his chest where the flesh buds kept squirming, and staggered out of the vast mountains of Arcadia.

Due to being too hasty, the white robe under the armor was scratched by the diagonal branches on the road, hanging on the body in tatters, and the once elegant and calm demeanor was gone.

After activating the [Extreme Speed] talent of the Hermes bloodline and escaping a hundred miles in one breath, Hippomenes dared to stop and looked behind him with fear.

What a close call!

Even the awakened Typhon King was not his opponent, that guy was too scary!

Hippomenes couldn't help but feel lingering fears when he thought of the thrilling moment when he was pierced through the heart by a gun and nailed to the tree. He couldn't help but feel phantom pain in his chest and heart that had already healed.

Yes, he did die once.

But fortunately, something he prepared in advance saved his life.

Hippomenes spread out his fingers and looked at the pigeon egg-sized, dull color, and cracked bright red chip in his palm, his eyes full of fear and relief.

——Eleusinite, a special substance extracted from life, can give the user the power of rebirth.

And the powder scraped off from it is the [medicine] taken by His Majesty the King.

The pursuit of immortal life has always been the ultimate goal and eternal subject of the Eleusinian Mysticism. They have been working hard for this, but they have never been able to find the right method.

But this miracle was finally accomplished by this pagan, which is simply ironic.

What is even more hilarious is that those idiots of the Eleusinian Mysticism keep praising life, but they don’t know that the price of entering eternity is to blaspheme life!

Because only life can exchange life...

These are the truths taught to him by the [Great Being].

In order to create this eternal key, he opened the door to the abyss, awakened the [Great Being], built a temple for it, and used its power to launch a tide of beasts to complete the harvest of life.

A rough calculation shows that there are at least thousands of human beings who have died directly or indirectly on this, right?

Hippomenes looked at the cracked Eleusinian stone in his palm, raised his hand and crushed it into pieces, scattering it to the ground. He secretly said it was a pity, while shaking his head and sneering.

It seems that those idiots from the Eleusinian Mystic Cult gave such a bloody thing a noble and elegant nickname.

What's it called - [Philosopher's Stone]?

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At this time, Lorne came to the tree, pulled out the bronze spear stained with blood and minced meat, leaned over to pick up a dark red chip from the ground, and frowned to examine it.

"Philosopher's Stone!"

An Eleusinian who came forward was shocked when he saw this.

When Lorne heard this, he felt the rich breath of life left on this dark red chip, his eyes thoughtful.

The Philosopher's Stone is a mythical substance that has long been the "Holy Grail" in the eyes of Western alchemists. It is believed that it can be used to turn ordinary base metals into precious metals (such as gold), or to create elixirs of immortality.

Therefore, its titles include "Philosopher's Stone, Stone from Heaven, Philosopher's Stone, Raw Material of Gold and Silver, Red Potion, Fifth Element" and so on.

In various legends and myths, this thing often appears in different forms, including solid, liquid or powder, and is considered to be the color of blood, but most appear in a ruby-like appearance.

Due to the unremitting pursuit of this substance by alchemists, it has also been given titles such as great miracles and great creations. Sometimes, these titles are also used to refer to the makers of the Philosopher's Stone, in order to vividly show that they are at the pinnacle of alchemy.

Not only can it create various alchemical miracles, it can even change the laws of nature and bring the dead back to life.

Thinking of this, Lorne turned to look at the Eleusinians aside and asked solemnly.

"You know this stuff?"

"Of course! Creating the Philosopher's Stone, in order to obtain immortal life, is the ultimate goal pursued by our Eleusinian religion. Almost every member of the church knows that only those who can create such a miracle, the entire There is only one in the esoteric religion.”

"who?"

"Master Cult Leader!"

The Eleusinian replied subconsciously, showing admiration.

However, Lorne's face became a little ugly.

If this fragment left at the scene really comes from the Philosopher's Stone, does that mean that Hippomenes was in collusion with the Eleusinian cult?

Is the occurrence of [Beast Disaster] related to the Eleusinian Mystery Cult?

Just when Lorne was alert, preparing to alert the Eleusinian cultists who were accompanying everyone present, the Hermetic magician who was originally fighting alongside the crusaders stiffened and raised his hands like a puppet. Snake staffs, chanting in unison.

"The shape of a star. The shape of space. The shape of God. My shape..."

The ancient star map emerged in the sky, and bright starlight fell on the devastated battlefield.

Seeing this situation, Lorne vaguely sensed something was wrong, and immediately shouted in awe.

"Knock them out!"

However, it was too late.

A group of empty-eyed Hermetics chanted the last high-pitched syllables.

"...I offer my blood as a sacrifice. O wreckage, give you life!"

As the final tone fell, dozens of Hermes cultists gathered in a circle exploded, their bodies turning into blood mist.

Immediately afterwards, scarlet blood mist was inked on the ground, outlining red and black lines corresponding to the stars. The battlefield filled with corpses was like a swamp where mud gathered, and traces of filth were spreading around.

The mutilated flesh and bones were spliced ​​and fused together, turning into pale figures with hideous and twisted faces. They climbed up from the pile of corpses, like seducers from hell, smelling of corruption and death.

Faced with this sudden change, many people were stunned on the spot.

"Get out of the way!"

Lorne yelled and stepped forward. The sweeping gun of nation-building, carrying the miserable etheric light flow, rushed forward. Dozens of humanoid white monsters that had just been assembled, together with the surrounding vegetation, were instantly blasted into pieces.

However, this battlefield stained with the blood of the Hermetic cultists has now turned into an active flesh and blood factory, constantly creating all kinds of twisted lives.

Its function is quite similar to that of the Typhon Temple where the demon fetus was previously conceived.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

Deep roars came one after another, and twisted humanoid silhouettes rushed out from the dense forest, thick fog, boulders, swamps, and caves one after another, seemingly endlessly.

These things have a human-like appearance, but the dark eye sockets are empty, and the distorted face has only three holes that can barely be called eye openings.

At the same time, there was no skin tissue on the pale body. Muscle-like accumulations were layered and intertwined without any sense of beauty. The deformed body was like a lump of white wax melted by flames. Some of the various organs and bones came from humans, and some of Warcraft.

As soon as they were born, they couldn't wait to join the camp of Warcraft and began to strangle the humans on the field.

"Home Cruise..."

The head priestess of the Moon Temple looked at the twisted and wriggling strange white lives in front of her, and couldn't help muttering some awkward words.

Holmkrus, also known as "artificial life form", is a kind of artificial creature proposed by the Hermetic alchemists. It symbolizes the connection between the microcosm and the macrocosm. It is born with a certain mind and a nearly immortal body, and can serve humans.

However, because this idea exceeds the duty of human beings and offends the authority of the gods. Even the most radical alchemists in the Hermetic Church dare not try it easily.

Therefore, things like "Holmkrus" are usually regarded as just a rumor.

In order to unite all the forces that can be united and work together to fight against the beast disaster, the Moon Temple also turned a blind eye to some small actions of the Hermetic sect.

However, when the facts were in front of her, the head priestess found that she had seriously underestimated the madness of the Hermetic believers.

At this time, Loen looked at the "white waves" composed of artificial life in his field of vision, and the magical beasts that automatically recognized them as the same kind, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

It seems that Arcadia's [beast disaster] is likely related to the [artificial life experiment] of the Hermetic sect.

Moreover, it is definitely related to Hippomenes!

On the one hand, when the traitor activated the Temple of Typhon and awakened the ether dragon, the blessing he chanted seemed similar to the holy words of the Hermetic sect.

On the other hand, Hippomenes claimed to be the blood of Hermes, and the main god worshipped by the Hermetic sect, the triple great Hermes, was based on Hermes.

Although judging from the confused reactions and tragic end of the group of Hermetic believers, most of them were also kept in the dark and were just abandoned pawns.

But the forbidden artificial life experiment, the construction of the flesh and blood temple for the demon ancestor Typhon, and the beast tide to try to wake him up... These big troubles, one after another, if they are investigated later, will definitely make Hermes, the leader of the sect, drink a pot!

Moreover, counting the [Philosopher's Stone] just now, the Eleusinian Church is probably involved.

Strictly speaking, the goddess of agriculture Demeter and the queen of the underworld Persephone are also involved.

How long has it been since the end of the war of gods, and you have made such a big mess?

Lorne cursed inwardly and looked at the battlefield that was once again in a stalemate.

Because these artificial lives created by the collective sacrifice of Hermes believers are the product of abandoning the appearance of humans and pursuing the ultimate destructiveness and combat power, it is quite difficult for everyone to deal with them.

On the one hand, the limbs of these monsters can be transformed into swords, spears, and halberds, and they have wild instincts and fighting talents like killing weapons;

Only on the other hand, their vitality is extremely tenacious. It is difficult to kill them no matter whether their heads and necks are cut off or their limbs are cut off. The injured individuals can also recover their own injuries by absorbing the flesh and blood of the surrounding corpses.

Only by destroying the core can they be killed in one blow.

But there are hundreds of these ghosts, and they are still being bred from this active land as time goes by.

As one grows and the other shrinks, the crusaders are becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

Lorne frowned and looked around, and decisively virtualized the gun of nation-building in his hand.

"Its source is light, its power is flame; judge with sword, punish with fire!"

The solemn hum echoed on the devastated battlefield, and the pointer of the golden roulette that appeared behind Lorne turned to the space of [White Horse] one after another.

"——I will make you see the light again!"

Accompanied by the chanting of the holy words, the majestic [white horse] jumped out from behind him, galloping in the sky, like a scorching sun illuminating the dark night sky.

Then, the galloping [white horse] crashed into the huge magic array generated in the sky, and a series of blazing white light-shaped swords appeared from it, and then fell like a shower of meteors.

"Puff puff puff!"

Instantly, the sound of penetration was endless, and the artificial life forms that swarmed up were accurately hit by the dense rain of light swords, nailed to the ground, like wheat fell down in pieces after being cut by a sickle.

And because of the damage to the core, the combat weapons that lost their support, the wax-like body, gradually dissolved, turned into a pool of stains, and seeped into the ground.

The threat was mostly eliminated in an instant, and everyone looked at the figure with golden wings, with surprise and awe in their eyes.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Loen immediately gave a solemn order in order to avoid repeating the mistake of the Hermes magicians' collective sacrifice.

"Listen, there may be spies among the Eleusinians at the scene. Dionysus and the Moon Temple should send people to keep an eye on them. If anyone is found to be doing something abnormal, kill them on the spot!"

However, as soon as these words came out, the Eleusinians who had just experienced a fierce battle with the monsters were furious.

"Do you suspect us?"

"Why?"

"Want us to listen to you? No way!"

Just as the excited Eleusinians wanted to ask for an explanation for their innocence, a golden goat horn was thrown into the arms of the leader with a low voice.

"Is this enough?"

Feeling the hidden divinity of life, the leader's face changed, and he hurriedly handed the golden goat horn to Loen in front of him, as if holding a hot potato, and then turned around and shouted at the angry and noisy believers.

"Shut up! Everyone, obey this master's orders, stay where you are and don't make any moves! Otherwise, you will be expelled from the cult!"

Several sharp-eyed believers saw the full picture of the golden horn and changed their attitudes to help the leader maintain order.

The Horn of Plenty, the original artifact of Demeter, the Goddess of Agriculture, and Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld.

This thing appeared in the hands of the person in front of him. Even if he was not a member of the Eleusinian Church, he must have a close relationship with the two adults.

Seeing that the chaotic scene was under control, Loen's depressed mood eased a little.

Although it is not clear how much the Hermes and the Eleusinian Church were involved in this beast disaster, and whether the three main gods Hermes, Demeter and Persephone behind the scenes were insiders, it is urgent to stabilize the situation and clean up the mess in the Arcadia Mountains.

However, before he could catch his breath, a series of thunders came from a distance.

Low dark clouds covered the sky, and the boundless darkness spread everywhere. The whole world seemed to be immersed in an eternal silence.

The focus of all the changes was the Royal City of Arcadia.

Hippomenes? Damn it!

Seeing that one wave had not yet subsided, another wave rose. Lorne looked at the light-like cracks that had climbed up one side of his cheek through the water light condensed in his palm, and suddenly felt a headache.

At this time, the twin brothers flashed out of the crowd and spoke solemnly.

"You go first, leave this to us!"

Everyone nodded in unison, and agreed to stay behind to quell the beast disaster together.

They came here to eliminate this disaster. If they go back without any achievements, how can they raise their heads in front of those mortals?

Looking at the exhausted but high-spirited figures around him, Lorne nodded slightly, took out the golden cup from the magic circle with his empty right hand, poured the dark red wine on the ground, and murmured silently.

"——The powerful fire of light is the most powerful of all the origins. I would like to offer it with poetry and wine!"

Instantly, a ball of burning and jumping golden flames ignited on the ground, like a bright lamp that dispelled the cold, illuminated the darkness, and made people feel warm. Negative emotions were swept away, and endless courage burst out from the body.

At the same time, under the illumination of this light, everyone seemed to drink a glass of fine wine, their blood was stimulated, and the exhausted divine power was regenerated.

Seeing this, Saint Polymonos seemed to realize something in a trance. His eyes looking at Lorn were full of heat and piety. With endless heroism, he turned to face the beast tide rushing from behind the rift and sang loudly.

"Our blood is thicker than water!"

"We are connected by blood!"

The Dionysian believers responded loudly, stepped forward together, and launched a new round of blocking battles.

"Helen, I'll leave it to you!"

The twin brothers left a low request, led the blood warriors gathered around them, and rushed to the battlefield.

Lorne looked at the backs of the two, nodded solemnly, and then pulled Atalanta up, spread the golden wings behind him, and flew towards the dark cloud-covered Arcadia Royal City.

Bang bang bang bang!

Along the way, the earth cracked layer by layer, and the dark red water seemed to seep out from the abyss leading directly to the underworld, flooding the houses and the streets, gradually gathering into large and small springs, and in the red mud with blue phosphorescent fire floating, hundreds of white skeletons crawled out of the soil, and their empty eyes were filled with cold and tyrannical breath.

The whole Arcadia seemed to be sinking towards the underworld.