Greece brings evildoers

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The figures walking leisurely passed by, and the first echelon who chose to work alone and be more reckless were knocked unconscious by Jing Jiao who was so fast that they couldn't see the trajectory, and they lay on the ground in a mess.

While the teammates in front were being speed-passed, the second-tier divine-blood heroes in groups began to display their strengths and actively cooperate.

The priest chants a suppression spell to weaken the target's abilities and reactions;

The priestesses activate the Blessing Ritual to buff their teammates;

Magicians build magic arrays and drop etheric light streams of various attributes to attack;

Alchemists smelt all things and turn them into weapons and armor...

For a time, the entire training ground was filled with colorful spells, which was dazzling.

"Playing spells?"

Lorne sneered, and the thorn stick in his hand shook out a ball of blood-colored halo. Several Hermes veins suddenly lit up in front of him. The exploding red-black halo instantly offset the suppression spells around him that were trying to restrict his movements. , and faint groans echoed around.

"I'm more familiar with this than you are!"

At the same time, the tall figure in the square raised his right hand holding the thorn stick, as if holding a pointer, and wrote rapidly in mid-air.

In an instant, as the thorns filled with divine power left a trail of flowing water, Hermes text flashing with red light condensed around them.

Buzz!

Not only that, the surrounding air trembled, and a group of spellcasters suddenly saw several echoing divine patterns at and near their feet.

The various spells they worked hard to construct were like ice and snow exposed to the sun, melting and disintegrating quickly.

disperse?

When everyone saw this situation, they were even more shocked.

Magic requires a carrier, be it language or materials. The more powerful it is when activated, the more demanding and cumbersome the preparation conditions required.

However, the god in front of him not only used a thorn stick, but also easily wielded a large piece of Hermes text. He reversed and dispersed hundreds of various spells they had performed with just a raise of his hand, and even All the steps of chanting the divine words are omitted.

Such a result can only explain one thing.

His magical attainments have reached such a level that to some extent they have even transcended the boundaries of [spell] and reached the level of [law].

Among the gods, the only ones that can be ranked with it are Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, Athena, the goddess of magic, and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory.

What everyone doesn't know is that the above three have all served as Lorne's teachers, directly or indirectly.

So strong!

Realizing what a powerful enemy the Dionysian in front of them was, the heroes took a deep breath, tightened their heartstrings, and then erupted into fierce fighting spirit from their straight bodies.

Descendants of the gods, heroes with divine blood, never run away from battle!

The high-spirited divine blood warriors also took the opportunity to take action while Lorne was busy deciphering various spell attacks.

They either threw out their spears, shot arrows, or fired their swords, focusing their fire on the figure who was walking with the thorn stick, disrupting his rhythm in one fell swoop.

In the diffuse smoke and dust, the casters sensed that the restrictions from the magical level seemed to be forcibly broken. They were immediately overjoyed and launched a siege without respecting martial ethics.

The Titan patterns and Hermes glyphs that solidified in front of them shot forward one after another under the resonance of the sound.

Boom boom boom!

For a moment, arcs of light flew across the training ground ahead, and explosions roared, as if the high ground had been plowed over and over again by heavy artillery fire.

However, the reaction of the Dionysus was even faster. After passing through Hermes Wen's strengthened body, he moved around in the dense rune bombardment at a speed that left afterimages. Every time he changed his body shape, he was precise. He avoided the densely packed impact points around him and continued to rush towards the target despite heavy explosions and flames.

He did not use his power as promised, but just using magic to amplify himself really surprised the divine blood heroes.

And we have to admit that most people's energy is limited, and a genius in one field may not be equally good in another field.

Therefore, most spellcasters who are good at spells are often weak in melee combat.

Seeing the powerful god with both magic and martial arts skills, carrying a thorn stick stained with blood and minced flesh, rushing over with murderous intent, all the spellcasters suddenly felt chills running down their spines.

Compared with those warriors who major in martial arts, they are not that durable.

Fortunately, the surrounding divine blood warriors were very conscious and stepped forward, preparing to launch a second round of offensive for their spellcasters to buy time.

"It seems that the questions given to you are still too simple."

Lorne turned sideways to avoid the two throwing spears, muttering to himself in the strong wind.

"If you want to prevent your little treasury from going bankrupt, you have to make it more difficult."

As the vitex branches shake at high speed, the scarlet light spots shine like stars.

"Buzz buzz!"

For a moment, the Hermes flying all over the sky, under the guidance of divine will, actually began to arrange and combine in an orderly manner, constructing magic arrays one after another around more than a dozen heroic teams.

Burning, cutting, disintegrating, dulling, rotting, silencing...the effects derived from the magic array made the divine blood heroes who were caught off guard miserable.

A large-scale ceremonial spell?

The casters looked at this handy spell, their pupils narrowed, and they quickly prepared to work together to crack it.

However, every time the Dionysus on the opposite side takes a step forward, the ether tide radiating to the surroundings becomes stronger; every time the thorn is waved, there are dozens of more variations in the combination of runes.

What they were trying to solve was not a fixed dead problem at all, but a dead problem that was constantly changing and increasing in difficulty.

And their CPUs were destined to be unable to compare with the immortal Lord God whose souls could expand infinitely.

Seeing that the spellcasters behind them could no longer be counted on, the Blood God Warriors looked at the God of Wine, who was less than three steps away, and could only make up their minds and rush forward.

Facing the dozens of Blood God heroes swarming in, Loen's feet shook, and hundreds of stones of different sizes flew into the air and hung in front of him.

Then, his lumbar spine was like an open bow, pulling an exaggerated arc, and his retracted right hand suddenly grasped the bramble, sweeping forward, and the surging magic power turned into red arcs, hitting every suspended stone.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, hundreds of stones wrapped in red arcs shot out with sharp whistles.

Fast! Extremely fast!

Like a red thunderbolt that cuts through the dark clouds, it swept across the sky, and wherever it passed, the magic arrays and divine power barriers that blocked the road were almost broken at the same time.

Dozens of charging blood warriors flew backwards, and before they landed, they were stunned by the huge divine power attached to the stones.

Without the protection of the front row, the relatively weak spellcasters were even more unbearable. They only saw a scarlet afterimage passing by, and then their eyes went black and they were eliminated.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

But at the moment when Lorne broke through the enemy's formation, two arrows shot at his shoulders from the left and right, both at the time and at the angle, making it impossible to defend against.

In the corner, Hippolyta and Atalanta each drew their bows and shot their full-strength arrows at the same time.

At the same time, the twin brothers rushed forward, their fists flashing with rune luster and their sharp bronze swords, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, directly hit Lorne's face.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a buzzing sound that resounded throughout the tunnel, the swift punches and the flashing swords hit a thick magic barrier directly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

But facing this fortress that was several times harder than marble, Pollux and Castor, who were unsuccessful in their attacks, did not retreat but advanced instead, attacking the barrier in turns.

The fists wearing rune gloves and the bronze swords with flashing runes were wrapped in layers of halos, like falling meteors, bombarding the barrier in front of them one after another.

And, they took turns to focus on one point.

In a blink of an eye, under the heavy punches and chops like a meteor rain, the runes that constructed this magic barrier quickly flickered and collapsed.

"Crack!"

Soon, the barrier that lost its support collapsed, and the straight punches that penetrated the barrier and the swords that attacked from the flanks attacked Loen's face and abdomen at the same time.

But just before they were about to hit the target, the two suddenly felt a gust of wind behind their heads, and their hearts were filled with alarm. Driven by their fighting instinct, they jumped back without hesitation.

"Swish! Swish!"

When the two pulled away, two magic arrays that appeared behind them at some point hummed and operated, and the scarlet magic beams crossed from the left and right sides like the sickle of the god of death, leaving terrifying grooves on the hard marble floor.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Then, without waiting for the two to catch their breath, the magic array turned around like a cannon muzzle and fired another cross of magic beams.

The twin brothers' hair stood on end, and they immediately turned sideways and dodged backwards continuously, and they were in danger for a while.

At the critical moment, Helen chanted the words of God at a high speed, and Medea waved her tin staff to cast witchcraft, while protecting the twin brothers, she decomposed the two magic arrays in the air.

Taking advantage of the gap when the twin brothers evacuated, a chain hammer and a spear also whistled in and launched a non-stop attack.

The next Amazon Queen Penthesilea and the Thessalian God Blood Warrior Katniss joined the battlefield.

"So many people beat me alone, it's unethical!"

Faced with the unceremonious beating of these old acquaintances, Loen made an indignant accusation.

"There's nothing we can do. We are no match for you alone." The twin brothers were very frank.

"Why waste your words with him! Just go up and it's over!" Penthesilea burned the blood of the god of war in her body and entered a rampage state.

"You're right, I've wanted to beat this guy for a long time!" Katniss, who has the same blood, followed closely behind, and the whole person seemed extremely excited.

Although Medea, Atalanta, Helen and others did not speak, the perfectly connected movements of their hands have already explained everything.

Tsk tsk, it seems that they often plot against me behind my back, right?

Lorne's eyes swept over this group of friends and relatives, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Well, I'll teach you a good lesson today!

A faint light flashed in Lorne's eyes, and he slid forward, avoiding the tip of Katniss's gun by a millimeter.

At the same time, his wrist turned, and the thorns went up like a snake, whipping Katniss's wrist holding the gun, and the sharp thorns instantly tore off a large piece of flesh and blood.

At the moment when the blood warrior lost consciousness due to the severe pain, Lorne had already accelerated to the back of Katniss, and the thorns that fell down hit the elastic buttocks heavily, leaving a row of miserable blood marks on it.

"Watch me!"

Penthesileya on the side immediately swung out the chain hammer, wanting to help.

But Lorne was well prepared and staggered two steps, avoiding the whistling chain hammer by a millimeter, and at the same time swung the thorns to whip the force node of the chain hammer.

For a moment, the flying chain hammer suddenly changed direction slightly and hit Katniss who had just climbed up.

Seeing the watermelon-sized thing coming straight at her face, Katniss hurriedly raised the round shield on her left arm.

Thump, thump, thump!

Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal, Katniss retreated three steps before she stopped. She couldn't help but feel numb at the palm of her hand and her blood was churning in her chest.

Similarly, Penthesilea was not feeling well. She shook her body and took two steps back, with a trace of golden red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Are you helping him or me?"

Hearing Katniss's depressed accusation, Penthesilea was ashamed.

"Stay in class and don't be distracted."

With a smiling reminder, Lorne walked up to the two of them and chopped them down with a bramble in one hand.

The soft thing actually caused a series of air explosions under the blessing of divine power.

The two who had suffered losses didn't care to think too much, and subconsciously raised their spears, shields and chain hammers to parry.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three figures intertwined, and the sound of metal clashing reverberated over the square, shaking the ground.

This guy is too difficult to deal with...

Katniss and Penthesilea became more and more frightened as the battle went on, because no matter how they changed their moves, the man on the opposite side seemed to always be able to seize the flaws of the spear and the chain hammer at the moment of attack. The thorns were always swung lightly, and they always landed on the weakest points of the spear and the chain hammer.

Therefore, the two of them could not play the advantages of long weapons and heavy weapons at all, but were suppressed by the thorns that were kept at a medium and short distance. As they retreated, they were constantly hit, and there were already seven or eight miserable bloody wounds on their bodies.

"Blood of Ares, please give me the power to burn again!"

The two people who were covered in wounds gritted their teeth and burned their divine blood at the same time, ready to die together with the guy in front of them who made them suffer so much.

Even if they couldn't die together, at least they had to bite off a piece of each other's flesh!

Seeing the two descendants of the God of War rushing over with red eyes under the continuous stimulation, Loen showed a sly smile in his eyes, and the magic array secretly arranged under their feet was immediately activated.

In an instant, the two blood-rage ruffians, one hit the two archers Atalanta and Hippolyta, and the other rushed towards Helen and Medea.

For a while, the scene was in chaos, and the four people responsible for long-range fire support and suppression were busy.

In order for these good sisters to have fun, Loen did not forget to cast a series of spells such as confusion and madness.

When Medea and the others finally stabilized the formation and wanted to cast a spell to awaken the consciousness of the two ruffians, they suddenly found that Loen's figure had disappeared on the battlefield.

Before they could react, they felt a pain in the back of their necks, their eyes went black, and their consciousness fell into endless chaos.

Looking at the annihilated long-range support and the two descendants of the God of War who were still alive and kicking and looking for opponents, the twin brothers on the field didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have teamed up with these two reckless guys. Not only was they held back by Loen in the front, which prevented them from intervening, but they also pitted their own teammates in the back.

Sure enough, if you don't want to repeat this ending on the battlefield, you have to practice your cooperation well.

Seeing that the situation was over, the twin brothers simply raised their hands and surrendered in order to avoid a beating.

Thirty-seven minutes, not bad...

Hercules had fought him in front of the tomb last time, so he withdrew early. Otherwise, it would be a bit difficult to complete the speed brush so quickly.

After clearing the whole field alone, Loen threw down the thorn in his hand with a refreshed spirit, looked at the defeated generals who were wailing and unconscious on the ground, and showed a sinister smile.

"Everyone, this may be your daily routine in the future. If you don't want to be beaten, you can fight me alone at any time, or team up to brush me!"