Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 330 Teammates Must Die (4.1k)

On the battlefield.

As the earth and stone puppets blocking the front turned into debris, the Thessaly Royal City, whose walls had collapsed, was left with only Lorn erecting a golden magic barrier, which became the last bulwark.

It's done!

Looking at the city and the shivering lambs behind the ruins on the horizon, the giants greedily breathed in the fresh smell in the air and cheered excitedly.

Antaeus, who had been bounced away before, got up from the ground and looked at the thin layer of light-like barrier with a grim smile.

Even the ritual spell cast by the gods could not resist the large-scale joint impact of the beast tide and the giants at the same time.

"Go over and crush these bugs!"

As he said, the towering giant rushed to the Thessaly Royal City, driving groups of monsters towards the gap leading directly to the city. The giants who had come to their senses took heavy steps and followed closely behind.

Seeing that the mighty black wave was about to submerge the fortress, hundreds of bronze chariots rolled over the collapsed ruins and charged at the densely packed monsters and giants.

The rotating wheels roared like thunder, and hundreds of galloping bulls buried their heads and dug into the enemy's formation, knocking away large numbers of monsters along the way and trampling them into meat paste.

Several giants who drove the monsters to attack the city were furious when they saw this, bulging their black rock-like muscles, striding forward, their scarlet eyes flashing like flames, waving stone knives, giant sticks, bone axes and other crude and huge weapons in their hands, and slashing them in an interlaced manner.

"Great God Zeus, your wisdom and your majesty are here!"

King Admetus on the bronze chariot drew out the bronze dagger engraved with an inscription, chanted a blessing, and waved it forward.

In an instant, light patterns floated on the bodies of the divine bulls, and purple thunderbolts condensed under their trampling iron hooves. At the same time, with incredible speed and flexibility, they avoided a group of falling weapons, and then with sharp sounds and fierce lightning, they broke through the air and shuttled, leaving a ground of cut and torn broken arms and limbs.

Seeing that the formations of the monsters and giants outside the city were broken, the anxious soldiers and residents in the city were greatly encouraged and cheered excitedly for their king and warriors.

Ron, who was responsible for maintaining the magic barrier, looked at the vanguard that went upstream among the beasts and giants, and his eyes fell on Admetus's somewhat thin body, flickering slightly.

Among the Greek kings he had seen, the Lord of Thessaly could only be summarized as mediocre in terms of strategy and combat power, and even in terms of good and bad, he was not thorough enough.

However, he was surrounded by companions who were better and more powerful than him.

Telamon drove the car for him, and Caenis held up a shield for him...

The god of light Apollo was willing to bow his head for him, his beautiful wife Alcestis was willing to die for him, and the great hero Hercules was willing to fight the god of death for him...

Like the king of Arcadia, he was also afraid of death, but he never gave up his duties.

And it was because of this perseverance that he reached a height that ordinary heroes did not have, and even Loen at this moment had a little affection for this ordinary king.

"Everyone listen, behind us is our city, our relatives and friends, we have no way to retreat!"

At this moment, Admetus waved a dagger and shouted loudly and passionately to the God Blood Guards who followed him into battle.

"If the fortress collapses, we will be the high wall! If the spear tip is broken, we will be the weapon! Go over and crush them!"

As the king's sword fell, Telamon whipped the car and drove the sacred bull forward. Caenis raised her shield and held the spear to guard the flank.

The two Thessaly God-blood heroes protected their king, like a bright flag piercing the heart of the enemy.

Seeing the monarch they served, standing up; the hero they praised, breaking the way ahead.

The God-blood Guards were excited, grabbing their weapons, following the king and the heroes, and continued to charge, trying to break through the formation of the monsters and giants to relieve the pressure on the front battlefield.

"Looking for death!"

The leader Antaeus was furious when he saw that the creatures he regarded as ants dared to resist.

He immediately jumped up, and the towering body wrapped in a water-blue halo hit the galloping bronze chariots like a falling meteorite.

Bang!

As the monster waved his arms vigorously, two chariots that could not dodge were thrown into the air and then fell heavily into the group of monsters.

Several dizzy God Blood warriors were dragged out of the chariot by the surrounding monsters and giants before they could react, and were torn into pieces of meat on the ground.

Antaeus looked at his masterpiece, took a deep breath of the bloody smell in the air, grinned and punched the chariot carrying King Admetus and two Thessalian God Blood heroes at the front again, ready to completely extinguish the lambs' insignificant resistance.

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion sounded in the battle formation, and the ground was covered with flying sand and rocks, forming an ether storm visible to the naked eye.

Then, a towering figure flew backwards, stirring up dust all over the ground. Dozens of monsters of all sizes on the path were turned into pools of scarlet minced meat because they could not dodge in time.

In front of the bronze chariot, a 2.5-meter-tall, muscular man stood tall, holding his fist.

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

The cheers of landslides and tsunamis came from the city, and the people, soldiers and heroes watching the battle collectively cheered for the legendary son of Zeus who had established many achievements.

"Don't worry, rush forward, leave this to me!"

Heracles smiled and cracked his wrist, stepped forward and drew out the dark ax sword on his back, and blocked the leading giant Antaeus.

After hearing this, Admetus was determined and immediately reorganized his formation and ordered his divine blood guards to continue charging with him.

As long as the giants' formation can be broken open, these driven monsters will fall into chaos and scatter in all directions.

At that time, Thessaly's frontal pressure will be greatly reduced and it will get a chance to breathe.

"Don't even think about running away, bug!"

Antaeus got up from the ground, gritted his teeth and looked at the bronze convoy in the smoke, trying to rush up to intercept it.

"Your opponent is me!"

Hercules shouted loudly, wielding the huge ax sword, stepped forward, and collided with Antaeus hard.

As soon as the two figures came into contact, the powerful divine power burst out from each other, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye. Dozens of nearby monsters exploded with blood mist, and before they even had time to scream, they turned into splashes of minced meat.

This guy!

Antaeus, who was knocked back again, looked at the deep scratch on his chest and was filled with anger.

He is a Titan born from the interweaving of the gods of Poseidon, the God of the Sea, and Gaia, the Mother Goddess of the Earth. Because of his powerful bloodline talent, he was born with power and divinity that ordinary giants cannot match.

He thought that with the disappearance of the gods, he would be invincible in strength under the dual divine blessings of the ocean and the earth. Unexpectedly, when he attacked a small human city, he actually met someone who could compete with him. Object of wrestling.

What qualifications does a mere half-blood demigod have to compare with me?

Antaeus felt humiliated in his heart, and he immediately activated the divinity in his body to the extreme, wrapped in a halo of earthy yellow and aqua blue, and rushed towards Heracles who was blocking the way.

In the process of marching, the bone-deep wound on his body had been completely closed. The weight of the ocean and the thickness of the earth intertwined and stirred around him, forming gravity ripples visible to the naked eye.

"Just in time!"

Hercules laughed heartily, his rough face filled with excitement.

As the son of Zeus, he was born powerful, and with the teachings of his teacher Perseus, his combat skills have reached perfection. Therefore, whether it is the rebellious monsters, the dormant gods and monsters, or the descendants of the old gods, they can almost No one can stop his full strength.

It was rare to encounter a target worthy of being called an opponent on the battlefield in Thessaly. Heracles couldn't help but feel happy. He immediately dropped the nameless ax and sword in his hand and waved his fist to fight against the rushing Antaeus.

Two gods, one big and one small, who were famous for their bravery, abandoned their fancy skills and chose to fight each other with one punch at a time.

The surging divine power struck in all directions like huge waves, and deafening explosions sounded. Everywhere the two of them went was in a mess, and no matter whether they were monsters, humans, or giant spirits, they were all killed by the aftermath of the battle.

For a moment, the onlookers were afraid of becoming the fish in the pond, so they retreated and stayed away from the two plague gods who fired the map cannon.

Finally, two humanoid behemoths with astonishing destructive power left the core area and moved to the distant wilderness.

The bloody and oppressive atmosphere on the field suddenly relaxed, and both warring parties felt that each other seemed to be much kinder to each other.

But after a brief easing, more intense fighting ensued.

"Without that monster, let's see what you do!"

The djinn laughed wildly, waving huge and crude weapons, driving away the monsters, and rushed towards the divine-blooded guards led by Admetus, preparing to completely wipe out this human army that tried to resist.

As there were more and more monsters and djinn, and the resistance around them became stronger and stronger, the charging chariot team gradually fell into a stagnation. King Admetus, Katniss, and Telamon faced each other with their backs, supporting each other. , slashing and killing the nearby monsters, and trying to kill the giant spirits that drove these monsters away.

However, the monster that emerged from the depths of the earth seemed to have endless vitality.

The three of them saw with their own eyes a giant whose head was stabbed through. Even though the red and white brains were exposed, the body was still jumping around. The fatal wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye over time.

Gradually, Admetus and the Divine Blood Guards under his command became unable to do what they wanted and began to fall into a bitter battle.

"superior!"

"Kill them!"

"Eat them!"

The giant spirits saw the tired figures on the field and excitedly moved forward to surround them.

As descendants of gods with divine nature, their flesh, flesh and souls contain powerful spirituality and magic power. For the giant spirit clan, it is a supreme delicacy that can not only enhance their strength, but also is sweet and delicious.

Just as these giants, dominated by appetite and evil thoughts, gathered around Admetus and others, preparing to eat, the group of monsters that had been driven around the royal city unexpectedly retreated in the other direction like a river opening its gates to release floods. flee.

What's going on?

The giants turned their unclear heads and looked into the distance. They suddenly discovered that a roundabout force had actually cut open their formation from the side and drained out the monsters blocked in the formation.

Success...

Lorne looked at the colorful flags in the distant team and the Spartan twins at the head, nodded slowly, and lowered his quietly raised arms.

The appearance and attack of the giants were too sudden, and they also drove a large number of monsters.

After two attacks, the walls of the royal city collapsed in large areas, and there was almost no defense.

Once these monsters were allowed to enter the city, the limited troops in the city would not be able to form an effective defense, and a large number of civilians without combat power would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

Therefore, Admetus and others planned to expel the monsters from the beginning and deal with the limited number of giants alone.

But the problem is that the giants and monsters are mixed together, and it is not easy to break the formation of these monsters from the front.

Therefore, Loen proposed an effective strategy to the King of Thessaly - making a feint to the east and attacking the west.

That is, send a part of the soldiers to increase the momentum, rush into the enemy formation from the front, and attract the attention of the giants.

And the other team rushed out at the critical moment, detoured from the flank, broke through the formation of the giants, and drove the monsters gathered here back to the mountains and forests.

After a brief thought, everyone voted unanimously to pass this suggestion.

But in how to arrange the two teams, everyone was inevitably a little hesitant.

Undoubtedly, the team responsible for luring the enemy head-on was quite dangerous, and if they were not careful, they might be wiped out.

This dangerous and hard job made the heroes somewhat worried.

However, what Loen did not expect was that the legendary King Admetus of Thessaly, who was afraid of death, actually took his own blood guards and took the initiative to take on the task of luring the enemy.

"The land of Thessaly is naturally guarded by the Thessalians. If we ourselves are not willing to shed blood for our homeland, what qualifications do we have to ask guests from afar to sacrifice themselves?"

At that time, Loen was quite surprised to hear this frank explanation, and asked the Thessaly King a question.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

And the mediocre king smiled and gave an equally frank answer.

"I am afraid of death, but I am more afraid of dying meaninglessly!"

With the example of this king, both the strategy of luring the enemy and the strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking the west went smoothly.

Even Antaeus, who was supposed to lead the giants, was led away by Hercules, further exacerbating the chaos of the giant group.

As the attention of these monsters was completely attracted by the team of the King of Thessaly, the Spartan twins had already led the blood heroes from various city-states to support, broke through the flank of the giants, and drove the chaotic group of monsters back to the mountains and forests from the gap, and by the way, further divided the formation of the giants.

At this moment, everything was ready, and it was time to counterattack.

Loen slowly gathered his arms and waved forward.

The temple priests and magicians who had already gathered around the defense line and prepared, sang the words of God, and projected brilliant flames and spell bullets towards the dizzy giants and monsters.