Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 331: Bandits, definitely bandits! (5.1k)

The holy words were chanted in the city, and the stars in the sky were falling.

The battlefield, which was the first to bear the brunt, faced a large-scale saturation bombardment of magic and divine arts. For a time, flames that stretched for dozens of miles rose up, and the flesh and blood of monsters and the remains of giants were thrown high into the air, turning into a flying blood rain, scattered and scattered.

Driven by biological instinct, the stunned monsters turned around and rushed towards the gap opened by the heroes of the divine blood, trying their best to stay away from the fiery purgatory under the city.

"Direction due east, distance 200 meters, javelin soldiers attack, drive these beasts to the central area!"

"Direction southeast, distance 300 meters, archers throw at 45 degrees!"

"Direction southwest, distance 500 meters, three sections of ritual spell, release!"

Lorne in front of the fortress took a comprehensive view of the situation, and through the resonance spells that lit up in front of him, he gave clear and concise instructions to the magicians, temple priests and ordinary soldiers in their respective positions in an orderly manner.

The defenders of the city, united as one, implemented the orders they heard in a tense and orderly manner, continued to expand the chaos of the monster group, and drove them to reversely attack the formation of the giants.

Seeing this scene, Lorne nodded with satisfaction.

Because he was a teacher at the Academy of Athens and the proposer of the entire plan of making a feint to the east and attacking the west, and the entire collapsed Thessaly defense line needed him and Medea to support it, King Admetus simply handed over the power of commanding the battle to him before going out to lure the enemy.

Originally, it was a taboo to appoint someone on the spot, but fortunately, the Academy of Athens had many students all over the world, not only foreign aid from the surrounding city-states, but also many magicians and blood warriors in Thessaly, all of whom were trained in the Academy of Athens.

Therefore, with the cooperation of these students, Loen easily achieved his strategic goal.

As the out-of-control group of monsters launched a reverse charge, the rough formation of the giants was torn apart. In addition, without the control of their leader Antaeus, the entire group of giants had almost no formation to speak of, but just held each other together and fought on their own.

Seeing this, the twin brothers who had received professional military education in Sparta immediately pulled the reins in their hands, drew out the golden sword representing light, and swung forward.

"Go! Kill these rats!"

The Griffin (griffin) beast, whose head, front claws and wings are like an eagle, and whose body, hind legs and tail are like a lion, pulled the bronze chariot engraved with the sun pattern and rushed towards the chaotic giants.

Apollo is currently on several volcanic islands, competing with Hephaestus for the belief in fire and light. In addition, the main god of Thessaly is Zeus, and a lean camel is bigger than a horse, so he can't spare time to support his king friend for the time being.

Although he sent his twin brothers over, the previous experience of the Spartan trio almost overturning in Arcadia also made the God of Light realize that there seems to be the shadow of the old gods behind the disasters in various places, and the difficulty and crisis are not small.

Therefore, when the Spartan twins ended their trip to Arcadia and reported to him, the God of Light did not hesitate to reward the twin brothers with his latest chariot, the domesticated beast Griffin, and two golden swords containing his divinity.

In addition to the holy clothes from Athens, the twin brothers were now dressed in divine clothes, not only showing their combat effectiveness that was not inferior to that of the gods, but also becoming the most dazzling and cool targets on the entire battlefield.

Some giants with less than savvy minds mistook the two for the real King of Thessaly, howling like ghosts and wolves as they surrounded them. The real King of Thessaly, Admetus, was relieved of pressure.

Not only the enemy, but also several temple priests on the front line were dazzled by the golden light of the Spartan twins, and subconsciously threw several thunderbolts in their direction.

The so-called "pretending to be struck by lightning" is probably like this.

Looking at the Spartan twins who became the target of public criticism and cursed in the chaos, Loen suddenly remembered the brother-in-law who was almost plucked bald by him, and shook his head jokingly.

As expected, they were brought up by Apollo, with the same style as him. It seems that they can be developed into professional meat shields in the future, specializing in taunting and attracting hatred.

Fortunately, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand.

Although the golden Spartan twins attracted hatred, they also made it easy for the surrounding God Blood heroes to find the flag and subconsciously follow in their direction.

Spears shot, arrows flew, swords swung... Under the chaotic punches of the God Blood heroes, all the fighting giants were chopped to the ground.

"Be careful of the earth divinity on them! Clean it up and don't let it heal!"

Hearing the reminder from the fortress, the heroes paused for a moment, and then turned into dismemberment demons, slashing and hacking at the fallen giants again without mercy, until these giants turned into a pile of meat paste that could not wriggle and regenerate, they barely stopped, and nimbly picked up some valuable fragments from the giants from the blood and put them into the magic array as trophies.

Even the scattered monsters around could not escape the group fight and looting of this team.

Looking at the group of God Blood heroes on the battlefield that were comparable to locusts passing through, but did not affect the marching speed at all, Loen couldn't help but tease.

Look, this is called professionalism.

"Our allies are coming. Let's go, kill them and join them!"

At this time, King Admetus saw that the situation had completely reversed, and immediately drew his dagger, calling on the God Blood Guards around him and the God Blood Hero Bandit Gang led by the Spartan Twins to launch a pincer attack, preparing to completely annihilate the few remaining giants on the field.

As the familiar shouting and roaring on the battlefield gradually became sparse, Antaeus, who was fighting with Hercules in the dense forest in the distance, finally realized that something was wrong. The bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded, and his face was filled with anger.

"Despicable human!"

The towering Titan cursed, stepped sideways and shouldered, knocked Hercules in front of him away, and then strode towards the battlefield, trying to rescue the giants who had already fallen behind.

He was a giant with the divine fusion of Poseidon and Gaia. Although he belonged to the same lineage of Titans, he was not a member of the traditional Gegantes clan born from the blood of the first father Uranus.

Therefore, his prestige and followers among the giants were limited. If he lost all his subordinates in his first battle and did not establish any outstanding achievements, the giants who respected strength would certainly regard him as a laughing stock and humiliate and oppress him without hesitation.

This ending was something Antaeus absolutely could not tolerate.

However, before he took a few steps, a strong arm grabbed his ankle.

"Want to leave? It's not over yet!"

Hercules sneered, his muscles like cast steel knotted and bulged, dark red divine patterns flickered on his body, and violent divine power rose and surged wildly in his body.

Bang bang bang bang!

Then, Hercules grabbed Antaeus' ankle and swung it to both sides, like an ant holding an elephant and trampling it repeatedly.

After tossing for dozens of breaths, Hercules let go of his right hand and threw his opponent out.

Antaeus, who crashed into the mountain, had his neck broken, his limbs twisted, and he was almost unrecognizable. Even an eyeball the size of a watermelon fell out of his eye socket.

But as the dark and blue divine light patterns lit up on his body, the blood that had been thrown around automatically flowed back into his body, the broken bones snapped back into place, and even the eyeballs on the ground rolled back into his eye sockets and grew together with the squirming flesh and blood.

"With the blessing of the mother goddess Gaia, you can't kill me!"

Antaeus turned his crackling neck bones, pressed his hands on the rock wall, pulled out his body, and looked at the opponent in front of him grimly, with the violent killing intent boiling in his eyes.

He understood that if he wanted to rush back to the battlefield and bring out his giant subordinates, he had to get rid of the guy in front of him first.

Really difficult...

Hercules in front looked at the giant leader who had recovered as before, feeling the almost inexhaustible vitality and brute force in that body, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

He had been fighting with Antaeus for several hours since he lured him into the forest.

Although he had superior skills and divine power, he knocked him down and killed him again and again.

But no matter if he stepped on his bones, tore off his limbs, pierced his skull, or crushed his heart... after just a few breaths, the monster would recover immediately and continue to fight with him.

As one side gained strength, the other side lost strength. After Hercules's blood boiled again and again, his demigod body began to be a little overwhelmed.

If it dragged on like this, the situation would be very unfavorable to him.

Just as Hercules, who was panting heavily, was in a dilemma, the Gorgon emblem with his name engraved on his chest made a slight hum, and a low voice sounded in his head.

"Standing on the earth without defeat, what if he loses his foothold?"

Hearing the meaningful reminder, Hercules' eyes lit up, and he looked at Antaeus who was waving his arms and striding towards him. He ducked to avoid the attack, and once again, his divine blood boiled, and he threw a powerful uppercut at Antaeus' chin.

Suddenly, the towering giant like a mountain rose from the ground like a rising star.

Looking at Antaeus waving his limbs in panic in the air, with a look of fear on his face for the first time, Hercules calmed down, jumped up, locked Antaeus' neck with both hands, and kept tightening it.

As the unbearable cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound, Antaeus in the air realized that his weakness had been seen through, and he was horrified and struggled wildly, trying to get back to the ground.

Because the previous fierce battle consumed too much energy, Hercules was unable to control Antaeus's resistance for a while.

Just as the monster was about to take him down with him, the Gorgon emblem on his chest trembled again, and a faint starlight fell and projected onto him.

In an instant, the starlight turned into a golden armor covering his body, and a steady stream of etheric magic flowed into his body. The vast starry sky and the boundless sky above his head seemed to have some kind of connection with him, as if a golden lion made of starlight was revived and roaring in his body.

Hercules was blessed with a heart, and he exerted his strength to break Antaeus' neck, and then kicked upwards, causing the falling body to rise into the air again.

Then, he emptied his mind and threw several punches in a row like lightning. Dense thunder and starlight gathered around him, and were concentrated into a point by his fists and compressed into ultra-high-density spherical lightning, which went straight to Antaeus's falling body in the air.

The dazzling lightning exploded, and the towering giant was torn and crushed inch by inch. Before the flesh and limbs fell to the ground, they lost all their vitality and became scattered embers.

Success!

Seeing the clouds of gray-white floc falling from the sky, Heracles breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the battlefield carrying a dark stone tablet left by Antaeus.

But when they saw that only the human hero with divine blood walked out of the dense forest, still holding the items of leader Antaeus in his hand, the remaining will of the djinn to fight completely collapsed.

They scrambled to jump into the dark cracks that had been opened earlier and fled towards the depths of the earth.

"These ground rats are going to run away, get in!"

Seeing this, the divine blood heroes shouted excitedly and rushed into the crack, preparing to beat up the drowned dog.

Seeing each figure disappear into the dark abyss, Lorne behind the city fortress quickly shouted loudly.

"Don't chase, come back!"

This is just a small force of the Djinn clan, and the leader Antaeus cannot even be counted as an orthodox Gigantes giant.

Similarly, the only heroes supporting the scene in Thessaly at the moment are some divine-blooded heroes, and most of them are not in the first line. The only ones who are fully qualified are Telamon, the Twins of Sparta, Katniss, Hercules, and Medea. Someone can do it.

Even if our side defeated this giant spirit team head-on, the intensity and scale of the war would never be as high as the legendary giant spirit battle.

Because in my memory, the real battle between the giants required the collective response of gods and human heroes to win the final victory.

Therefore, now we blindly follow the past, from the familiar ground into the unfamiliar abyss. What is the outcome of waiting for these divine blood heroes? The answer is self-evident.

However, at this time, the heroes had been dazzled by this easy victory, and their unruly and undisciplined nature made them unable to listen to the advice from behind.

As a result, Lorne could only watch as dozens of divine blood heroes plunged into the cracks in the dark ground, chasing the fleeing giant spirits.

Even the Spartan Twins and Hercules were dragged into the abyss.

This is the problem with hero units. Their individual combat capabilities are astonishing, but due to their self-reliance on bravery and unruly character, they often become unable to command.

What's more, Lorne, an outsider, had just joined the Thessaly side a few days ago, and he only had acquaintances with those divine-blood heroes from different city-states. Even with his identity as a teacher at the Academy of Athens and his previous amazing performance, he was far from the same. Let these thorny and habitual criminals be convinced.

Fortunately, King Admetus of Thessaly was relatively alert and knew how much he weighed. After hearing the warning, he quickly led Telamon and Katniss to restrain the troops and did not follow the divine blood who relied on his own strength. The heroes made dumplings together.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lorne finally felt some comfort in his heart and continued to remind him loudly.

"This is not the main force of the giant spirit clan. We don't know what is going on down there. To be on the safe side, you guys should come back and hold on, summon magicians and temple priests as soon as possible, repair the city walls, and stabilize the defense line!"

Admetos nodded knowingly, and after quickly cleaning the battlefield, he led his divine-blood guards and a few more honest divine-blood heroes back to the Thessaly King's City and began to rebuild the collapsed defense line.

By the way, Hercules and the twin brothers are inside, so they should be able to bring back those idiots alive, right?

Just as Lorne was hesitating about how to make the next decision, a dull roar came from the dark abyss ahead, and the cracks on the ground began to close automatically.

What's even worse is that the breath of the holy clothes seems to be blocked by some kind of power, and the connection with him is getting weaker and weaker.

King Admetus of Thessaly, who returned to the city, looked back and saw this scene, his face changed drastically, and he felt scared.

And as the only gap left on the ground was about to be closed, Lorne's expression darkened, he jumped out of the fortress and plunged into the bottomless darkness.

"You guys guard here, I'll bring them back!"

Admetus on the city wall watched the figure who had previously controlled the situation disappear into the darkness. He felt inexplicably weak and uneasy.

Looking at the broken city wall and the stumps scattered outside the city, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and quickly ordered the magicians and priests to speed up the repair of the wall and reconstruct the defense system of the royal city.

Three quarters of an hour later, most of the collapsed city wall was finally repaired, and reinforced inscriptions were carved into it, allowing the entire royal city's defense techniques to barely function.

Looking at the slowly activating light barrier in front of him, Admetus breathed a sigh of relief, and the uneasiness in his heart was slightly reduced.

"Boom!"

However, before he could take a deep breath, a familiar roar sounded from another direction in the royal city.

Admetus turned his neck stiffly and looked at the several feet of smoke and dust stirred up outside the city, as well as the towering figures crawling out of the cracked earth and standing on the horizon, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Another group of giant spirits!

There were actually two teams attacking the royal city of Thessaly, and the ones led by Antaeus had the same function as the divine-blooded guards he had led previously. They were also bait, with the purpose of fishing out Thessaly's main force and trump card.

When did the brainless Titans learn from humans to play tricks? This shouldn't be the case!

This scene, which was contrary to common sense, caused everyone's brains to become confused.

"Woo~wow!"

The shrill and desolate horn sound sounded on the newly completed city fortress. The divine blood heroes, magicians and priests who reacted one by one propped up their tired bodies, bit their pale lips, and stood still at their respective posts.

Outside the city, the setting sun was blood-red, and hundreds of giants with grim smiles walked heavy steps towards the ruined human fortress. Their towering figures blocked the sky and the sun, casting a dark shadow on the Thessaly Royal City.

The air was filled with death and gloom.

"Don't panic! We will be safe until they come back!"

Admetus encouraged loudly, then swung his bronze dagger full of gaps, chopped on the battlements of the city wall, and shouted hysterically.

"Everyone, line up - meet the enemy!"