Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 316 The king is the country! (4.5k)

The rest of the life.

Helen woke up from her trance, her nose felt sore, and she threw herself into the arms of the figure in front of her, venting her fear and excitement.

"I almost thought I would never see you again!"

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Lorne patted the girl's pink back, comforted her softly, and then looked up at the courtyard in the distance.

Dozens of ordinary people, old and young, were holding kitchen utensils and farm tools they picked up casually, standing at the open door with fear, hoping to come out to help.

"Did you save these people?" Lorne diverted Helen's attention by asking.

"It doesn't count..." Helen replied in a low voice, and then realized that this was a crowded place. She hurriedly stood up from Lorne's arms and added a little shyly: "I just saw that they had nowhere to go. Outside It’s very dangerous, so let them come in and hide.”

Immediately, a hint of anxiety appeared on the girl's face.

"Not only did you disobey me and stay in the house, but you also let outsiders in. You won't blame me, right?"

"How could it be? Follow the emergency, you did a great job, we are proud of you!"

Lorne smiled slightly, raised his hand and rubbed Helen's little head that drooped due to uneasiness, and responded solemnly.

No matter what Helen's original fate was, what she did at this moment was worthy of her status as a god and a hero.

Being able to stand up and support the weak at critical moments, this alone is enough to make Lorne completely change his impression of this beautiful woman and have a deep respect for him.

Helen's face turned red when she heard the compliment from her admirer.

Just when the girl mustered up her courage and wanted to express more of her feelings to the figure in front of her, the heart-wrenching sound of bones rubbing against her surroundings sounded again.

At the same time, the swirling blood-colored clouds that were torn apart in a corner of the sky reunited and rotated.

"The Royal Palace Astrology Station! The node where the breaths meet is there!"

Atalanta, who was accompanying him, jumped from the eaves and conveyed her observations to Lorne.

Lorne nodded, then looked solemn, and gave Helen serious instructions.

"Bring these sober people into that courtyard. I have set a protective spell inside and they will be safe. So don't come out without my permission!"

"good!"

Helen held the wand and nodded solemnly.

At this moment, the girl finally understood where the golden light in front of the door that resisted external erosion came from.

He really cares about me!

Feeling the subtlety and care from the other party, coupled with the influence of the suspension bridge effect of stepping in to save people, Helen's heart was filled with sweetness, and her self-advocacy level further improved.

"You can do what you should do with peace of mind, I will be here to protect them!"

The girl straightened her small body, clutched the wand that was still wet with cold sweat, and solemnly made a guarantee, hoping to leave more good impressions in front of her admirer.

"Well, then be careful."

Lorne nodded and watched several people enter the courtyard safely.

This simple polite word made Helen's pretty face blush even more, and the girl decided to stay until the end before entering. Her determined expression even suggested that she would die generously.

Unfortunately, Lorne was obviously not in the mood to pay too much attention to Helen's little thoughts. After confirming the safety of several people, he decisively took Atalanta and headed towards the Arcadia Palace in the center of the city.

Helen stood alone in front of the small courtyard, looking at the two figures walking side by side on the street, each other's horns, her eyes filled with envy and yearning.

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At this moment, because the foundation of the Royal City of Arcadia was reversed by the large-scale ceremonial spell that drove the stars, the entire city was gradually transformed towards the underworld.

Densely packed skeletons and patrol spirits crawled out of the cracks in the ground, trying to hunt for fresh life to make up for the emptiness of death in the body.

"Get away!"

Along with the cold roar, blazing white flames ignited on Lorne's body, and the dazzling light spread out in circles of light ripples.

All the skeletons and patrolling spirits that came into contact with this ripple stopped their movements one after another. The death aura that permeated their bodies was like snow under the scorching sun, instantly dissipating and dissipating. The aura of hatred and madness also gradually became calmer under the halo of light.

In the pure white light, they didn't know what they saw, but the corners of their mouths actually curled up with a trace of satisfaction and joy, and the remaining traces of their thoughts drifted away in the wind.

When Lorne and Atalanta walked through the street, the skeletons and ghosts behind them disintegrated and reintegrated into the gray-black death fog.

Everything, dust to dust, dust to dust.

Soon, with Lorne's powerful force clearing the way, the two quickly arrived in front of the palace gate.

But this Arcadia landmark building has completely changed its appearance.

The dark red and muddy yellow currents of the Styx flow around the ground and buildings in a manner that defies common sense in physics.

Twisted and ferocious faces boiled and roared in the river water and death fog, as if welcoming the arrival of their king.

How noisy!

Lorne snorted coldly, held the gun in his right hand, and swung it forward. The bronze door made of fine steel fell apart like tofu, and the water of the Styx and the ghosts of the underworld entangled on it also disappeared.

But the next moment, dozens of divine blood guards wearing bronze armor, holding guns, shields and bows jumped out from the gate, and together they roared like crazy demons.

"immortal!"

"immortal!!"

"immortal!!!"

Lorne glanced over and saw the bloated and deformed limbs under the armor and the deathly energy wrapped around his body. He shook his head to remind Atalanta who was standing aside.

"Dead air enters the body, life is cut off, there is no hope..."

Atalanta understood, and immediately raised the bow of the sky, fully drew the bow string, and fired a dense rain of arrows forward.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

The sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh could not be heard without end, and the divine blood guards who rushed forward in groups were immediately pricked into hedgehogs.

But no matter whether they were hit by arrows in the head or their hearts were damaged, none of these divine blood guards fell down. Instead, they brandished their weapons with arrows all over their bodies and rushed towards the two outsiders who entered the palace.

Seeing this, Lorne quickly raised his hand and chanted a spell, trying to drive away these undead monsters that rushed up.

However, the purifying divine words that have miraculous effects on the undead have little effect at this moment.

"immortal!"

"immortal!!"

"immortal!!!"

The crazy divine-blooded guards shouted loudly and waved their weapons crazily.

"Can't be killed? What's going on?"

Atalanta jumped to avoid two feather arrows and a throwing spear, approached Lorne, frowned and asked.

Lorne waved his spear, and the sharp spear light instantly cut the two divine blood guards who rushed forward into dozens of pieces.

The piece of meat that fell to the ground did not shed any blood. Instead, earthworm-like tendrils of flesh stretched out from the surface of the incision. The pieces of meat squirmed and gathered in a common direction, reassembling the complete body.

Seeing this, Lorne struck forward with his spear, cutting the center piece of meat into smaller parts.

A dark red crystal that was as small as dust and adhered to flesh threads was displayed in front of his eyes, flickering brightly and darkly.

At the same time, the surrounding flesh and blood seemed to sense a special command and squirmed toward the dark red crystal.

"It's the Philosopher's Stone! They have all been implanted with the Philosopher's Stone. After being catalyzed by the death energy, although their souls were obliterated, their bodies remained immortal!"

Lorne said the answer with a sullen face, and then his eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity.

This so-called elixir not only grants people immortality, but also turns them into monsters blindly seeking to survive.

It transcends death, but it also profanes life.

It seems that what that person wants to do is not only to use the beast tide to wipe out the humans on the ground and sacrifice to the Demon Ancestor Typhon to gain grace; he also plans to use the Philosopher's Stone to use Arcadia as a testing ground. Create an army of undead with your own hands!

"Get out of the way!"

Lorne pulled Atalanta behind him, looked at the divine blood guards rushing towards him one by one, sighed softly, slowly gathered the nation-building spear, and pondered solemnly.

"The brilliance is here!"

In an instant, the raging silver-white ether storm, driven by the power of [Fire], took shape in an instant and turned into a blazing foehn wind, sweeping in all directions and instantly sweeping away the divine blood guards in the square together with the Philosopher's Stone in their bodies. and smelted into ashes.

To the soldiers who stayed at their posts until the last moment, may you sleep here forever.

Lorne murmured to the snowy ashes on the ground, waved to Atalanta, and prepared to continue towards the astrological platform in the palace.

However, as soon as the two of them took a step forward, a sharp cutting sound came from the surrounding air, and several intertwined silver lights struck.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

The silver in mid-air passed by the two dodging figures with a slight difference, and cut the two polished stone pillars in the square into several sections.

Through the smoke and dust surrounding it, Atalanta saw the true appearance of these silver lights.

They were silver threads as thin as an ox's hair, fragile on the surface, but extremely tough and sharp.

And, these things seem to be alive?

Just when Atalanta had this doubt in her mind, several strands of silver threads were criss-crossed, forming a complex outline. Complex three-dimensional objects intertwined and combined with each other, appearing like rattan handicrafts, with ferocious wings, beaks, and sharp claws.

It was an exquisite silver filigree craft based on a giant eagle.

"Chi~chi~!"

The special creation made a high-pitched cry as if a metal blade was slicing across it. It shuttled forward like a sharp arrow, and its sharp beak and claws like razors pounced on the two people in the square.

Lorne slammed his right foot on the ground, and the silver-wired giant eagle was shaken away by the violent magic power.

But the next moment, those falling silver threads followed the distant murmur, regrouped into the shape of a giant eagle, and launched another attack.

The cat ears on Atalanta's head twitched slightly, and she immediately looked at the thick stone pillars in the corridor in the distance.

"It's the Hermetic alchemist, behind the pillar! Leave it to me!"

Lorne nodded and held the spear across his chest with both hands.

Atalanta understood, and immediately stepped on the gun barrel, knelt down, and then used her strength to leap through the silver-wired eagle's blockade like a cannonball. She rushed to the corridor and faced the stone pillar hidden in the corridor. After that, several Hermes alchemists shot several arrows one after another.

Before the alchemists who were approached could react, they were shot into hedgehogs and pinned firmly to the wall.

With the experience of the Divine Blood Guards, Atalanta did not strive to kill with one strike, but instead pinned them down and restricted their movements while destroying the opponent's vital parts.

This approach worked as expected. The restrained alchemists were unable to move and could only roar incompetently.

At the same time, their abdomens began to squirm, and monsters like piles of white wax tried to break out of their flesh and blood.

However, Atalanta, who had fought all the way from the beginning of the corridor to the end, turned around slowly, looked at the arrows with floating light on the alchemists, and clenched his fists.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Instantly, arrows engraved with explosive runes exploded, blasting the alchemists and the artificial life forms in their bodies into pieces of meat all over the ground.

Seeing the calm figure, Loen nodded with relief, stepped over the scattered silver threads, and stepped into the palace hall with Atalanta.

And passing through here, you can directly reach the astrological platform at the back.

At this time, the dim hall was empty and silent.

A figure in gorgeous clothes, wearing a golden crown crookedly, leaned on the throne, buried his head deeply, and his body kept shaking, as if enduring some kind of pain.

And when he heard someone stepping into the hall, the figure on the throne suddenly raised his head, roared with red eyes.

"Medicine! Give me medicine!"

Looking at the old face with countless earthworms floating under the skin, Lorne was thoughtful and reached out to take out the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone that he picked up from the scene of Hippomenes' escape.

"Are you looking for this?"

"Medicine, medicine! Give it to me!"

The moment he saw the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, King Arcadia stood up excitedly and wanted to rush forward to snatch it.

"Bang!"

However, before King Arcadia approached, Atalanta kicked him away angrily, and at the same time pulled the bowstring to the full, and a sharp arrow ready to be fired was aimed at the king's forehead.

"It turned out that you are the one who colluded with that bastard Hippomenes!"

The appointment of commanders before departure, Hippomenes's defection, the extinguishing of the sacred fire of the Moon Temple, and the dangerous large-scale ritual spells were easily launched in the city...

In addition, the King Arcadia in front of him was so eager for the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, and the answers to all were not difficult to guess.

——Overcoming old age and illness, and transcending death, are temptations that the world cannot resist.

——And the higher the position of the emperors and generals, the more they cannot see through this point.

Of course, it is not shameful to fear death.

What really made Atalanta unbearable was that the man in front of him actually dragged the entire Arcadia into the abyss for his own sake, and sacrificed countless lives for this.

"Just for this so-called medicine? Just for this thing?"

Atalanta grabbed the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone in Lorn's hand and angrily scolded the culprit in front of him.

"Are you worthy of the people of Arcadia? Are you worthy of the warriors who died because of you?"

The chaotic consciousness of the King of Arcadia recovered a little, and he argued for himself angrily.

"What do you know? This king did this for Arcadia! I have waited for so many years but have not waited for a son to inherit my throne! If this king falls at this moment, the royal bloodline and inheritance will be cut off from then on, so this king must not die!"

As if to vent his suppressed pain, and also as if to convince himself and the Arcadian girl opposite at this moment, the Arcadian king stretched out his skinny hand and ordered in a deep voice.

"The king is the country! As long as I live, Arcadia will live forever! Their sacrifice will not be in vain, and Arcadia and I will remember their efforts. If you really care about Arcadia, give me the medicine!"

In the expectant eyes of King Adikaya, Atalanta stretched out his hand.

Then, she loosened her five fingers, threw it on the ground, crushed it with one foot, and snorted with contempt.

"No one should sacrifice for your shameless life. If the survival of Arcadia needs to be shouldered by people like you, this country might as well be destroyed!"

Watching the elixir he longed for turned into dust, the remaining sanity of King Arcadia was completely overwhelmed. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and roared with a distorted face.

"You are looking for death!"

At the same time, a series of bone dislocation sounds came, and the old body of King Arcadia was like a balloon that was inflated. The flesh and blood continued to expand, and the limbs began to twist. After a moment, it turned into a monster as tall as three meters.

Is this the "immortality" you are pursuing?

Atalanta sneered disdainfully, raised the Sky Bow, and pointed the cold arrow at the head of King Arcadia, ready to kill the tyrant who brought disaster to his homeland.

However, just as the huntress was about to release the bowstring, a hand pressed the arrow, and a low voice came from the ear.

"He can die, but you shouldn't do it"

"Why?"

Atalanta looked at the teacher beside him blankly, puzzled.

"Because he is your father..."

Lorne sighed helplessly, summoned the Spear of Nation-building, and stood up.

"Let me do it."