Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 174

Chapter 174 If you can speak up, Ares! (4.7k)

Cyprus.

A thin, silver-haired young man, holding a bag in his arms, stumbled and ran quickly in the dense forest.

Severe scratches on his arms and thighs, a forehead oozing with blood, and a sharp bronze arrow pierced through the left shoulder blade... All these marks indicate that he was fleeing from a hunt.

 “Escape? Can you escape?”

There was a gloomy snort, and a middle-aged man with messy red hair and a red beard, wearing a green Thracian robe and skirt, carrying a wooden spear, followed slowly behind the silver-haired boy. , had no intention of ending the chase in a hurry, and seemed to be simply enjoying the process of hunting and killing.

 Seeing the pursuers behind him approaching again, the fleeing silver-haired boy, or the future **** of medicine, Asclepius, gritted his teeth and reached into his bag, took out two clay bottles, and threw them hard behind him.

The red-haired middle-aged man raised his hand and touched his cheek. His eyes were covered with a cloth, and there was faint smelly black blood seeping out. He waved the wooden spear with a sinister smile.

 Little bastard, you have used this trick before!

 bloody light streaks shot forward, smashing two flying pottery bottles into pieces.

Originally, he only accepted the invitation of Prince Adonis of Cyprus and came here to diagnose and treat hidden diseases.

 “Boy, how long are you going to stay dumbfounded? Why don't you leave?”

Thunder-like explosions exploded in the air, forming horrifying layers of sonic booms. The surrounding ground was instantly cut dozens of meters away by the powerful impact, and smoke and dust filled the air.

However, seeing the weak prey dare to turn around and show its claws at him, the red-haired man suddenly showed displeasure and knocked the wooden spear in his hand against the ground.

Amid the gloomy cold drink, the red-haired man shook his arm and threw the spear made of palm wood forward, like a red meteor, tearing apart the space and falling towards Asclepius.

 “Go to Athens and don't look back!”

At the same time, the scarlet divine power spread out, burning fiercely like a flame in an instant, completely burning away the fragments of the pottery bottle and the flying powder in it.

 Feeling the violent and surging divine power rushing towards him, Asclepius, who was almost suffocated, suddenly understood how ridiculous the desperate fight he imagined was.

 “Run! Little bastard, run for me!”

The scarlet divine power shot forward amidst the cold snort of the red-haired man, grazing Asclepius's cheeks, arms and hair, leaving terrifying deep pits all around.

The old voice echoed in his ears. Asclepius subconsciously opened his eyes and followed the sound.

After this guy learned that he was the doctor who cured Adonis, he chased him with a spear without saying a word.

Once the prey resists, the perverted expression on the back becomes more excited, and the attack becomes more cruel.

"Want to die? I will help you!"

Perceiving that the aura did not approach the battlefield again, the blind poet Homer, or Lorne, who came to the rescue wearing a vest, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

 However, after waiting for a few breaths, the expected pain and death did not come as promised.

But who would have thought that after Adonis was healed and sent out of the city, he would actually bump into a madman.

But even so, Asclepius was reaching his limit.

Seeing this situation, the red-haired man suddenly lost interest. His bleeding eyes under the cloth looked at the prey in front of him, with a trace of cruelty flashing through him.

But even so, Asclepius in front remained unmoved. Instead, he pulled out the cane with only half left on his waist and assumed a decisive stance.

 Fight with him!

 The gap between the two sides is astonishing.

Had he not been an excellent doctor and able to heal himself, I am afraid that he would not have been able to last long before the divine blood in his body would have drained out and he would have been consumed in a cruel way.

Although he took advantage of his unpreparedness and used a temporary poisonous potion to seriously injure his eyes.

Realizing that it would not be long before he would die in humiliation on this path of escape that was destined to be short-lived, Asclepius gritted his steel teeth and stood up abruptly, turning back.

With a deep roar, the last line of Hermes was outlined, and the magic circle was activated instantly. As the brilliance circulated, Asclepius, who fell into it, was transferred dozens of miles away.

 “Boom!”

Seeing this, the blind old man felt a chill in his heart. Without thinking much, he immediately kicked his body behind him. With his free left hand, he quickly drew a series of Hermes words in the direction of Asclepius' fall.

 Instead, a warm arm patted his shoulder.

Seeing his last resort of self-preservation being easily resolved, Asclepius, who had already lost a lot of blood, turned even paler, and a ray of despair rose in his heart.

　　—This is...poet?

 “Haha, I just happened to be bored, and here comes another one who wants to die!”

But this not only failed to make him retreat, but instead aroused the ferocity and violence in his heart. He continued the chase game with a cat-and-mouse mentality, forcing the injured Asclepius to flee continuously. .

As the dazzling scarlet color quickly filled his field of vision, Asclepius closed his eyes weakly.

Suddenly, he saw a two-meter-tall blind old man with long silver-grey hair. He was raising his right hand and firmly holding the scarlet spear that shot out. His muscles bulged and his body was gushing. The golden divine power is constantly consuming the divinity on the scarlet spear.

—Homer?

Looking at the blind old man's exaggerated muscles, which were as if cast from steel, and the majestic divinity bursting out from him, Asclepius couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, seeing someone successfully blocking his spear, the red-haired man smiled instead of angry. The blood in his body became richer and more violent. He immediately turned into a scarlet blood shadow with a burst of air and rushed forward. .

At the same time, without any worries, he did not hesitate to throw away the spear whose divinity had been consumed by him. He transformed his hands into fists and struck forward with all his strength. He collided heavily with the **** figure who rushed forward. Together.

Asclepius had dozens of wounds, large and small, left by the pervert behind him.

Phew, I finally listened to the advice.

Not only have the potions and divine power in his body been exhausted, but his physical energy and mental will are also on the verge of collapse.

 Once the man stopped teasing, he couldn't even block the opponent's blow.

 “Moo!”

Immediately afterwards, with the dull roar of a bull, the blood-red figure was thrown out like a shell.

 “Bang bang bang bang!”

The red-haired man wrapped in blood knocked down dozens of giant trees one after another, then he released his remaining strength and stood still among the flying wood chips.

 “Not bad, not bad, I finally met a character worth taking action on!”

Amidst the excited laughter, the man raised his head and stared directly at the burly old man in front of him and the shadow of the [Bull] that appeared behind him with his eyes covered with cloth. A rare trace of solemnity appeared on his face. .

 “You are qualified to know my king's name. I am Lycurgus, the king of Thrace!”

　　Hearing the other party's self-introduction, Lorne looked at the red-haired man in front of him who claimed to be the King of Thrace, and the iconic war divinity in him, and secretly shook his head at this man's honest lying skills.

In Greek mythology, the ancestor of the Thracians was Theax, the son of Ares, the **** of war. It is said that he was the first to move to that area.

 Due to military reasons, Ares is the most important main **** of the Thracians, belonging to their unique cultural and belief symbols. It is even said that this **** of war originated from Thracian.

 The kings of Thrace throughout the ages called themselves the King of the Sun, and those blessed by Ares, the **** of war.

 As for the Lycurgus in front of him, he was the last legendary Thracian Sun King.

 Described in Homer as the son of Boreas, the **** of the north wind. Described as a descendant of Ares in Herodotus' Histories. Lycurgus is burdened with confusing multiple legends, and no one knows the truth, but no matter what, he is truly divine.

 After that, the grand dynasty of Dionysus was established, the priests and sects changed their ways, and the glory of the ancient gods passed away. After this, the rebels ascended the royal steps and extinguished the last remaining flames of the God of War, and Thrace was enveloped in revelry from then on.

 That's right, he and Lycurgus are destined enemies.

It is said that when Dionysus, the **** of wine, wanted to pass through Thrace, he was rejected by Lycurgus and launched a surprise attack on Dionysus and his followers at night. He rushed into the mountains and forests of Nysaum and attacked and killed the mad women who were followers of Dionysus.

 There is no doubt that this was a great victory - so much so that Dionysus turned into a bull and fled, being driven into the sea.

Haha, how could the God of Wine, who was already one of the twelve main gods at that time, be forced to this extent? How could he be just a mere city-builder king?

I'm afraid that even if it is not the main god's true form, it is still a human container that accommodates the consciousness of that main god.

So, you lie so badly, do you really think I don't know who you are?

 Speak up if you can, Ares!

Lorne sternly reprimanded this shameless behavior in his heart while answering without changing his expression.

 “Homer, a poet, I was just passing by...”

 The King of Thrace on the opposite side couldn't help but darken when he heard this.

 Writer of poetry? Still passing by? Are you a liar?

Looking at the blind old man in front of him who was obviously telling lies, Ares, who was on the trumpet, was too lazy to talk nonsense. He snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab the wooden spear that fell aside, and took it into his palm. Then he ignited the **** divine flame on his body and pointed towards it. He shot away at the opponent who made him happy.

 In an instant, the surrounding temperature rises sharply.

 The air is burning, the world is burning!

 Everything he could see was hot and scarlet, and Lorne seemed to be in a world that was being destroyed.

The holy tree of Bendis is also a branch of the World Tree [Big Palm] in Thracian mythology. After Thrace was conquered and assimilated by the Greek gods, Ares, who occupied that land, made it into Throw the spear as your own weapon. The [Big Palm Wood] has disappeared without a trace, and this throwing spear is the last remains of a dead world tree.

Feeling the pure will to destroy, Lorne immediately looked stern, manifesting the shadow of the [Bull] with all his strength, and at the same time chanted the divine words, maximizing his power.

"I am the strongest, and hold all victory in my hands. No matter gods or evil beasts - I am the one who defeats all enemies in the face of their hostility. I will defeat any enemy that stands in my way! The bull with shining golden horns , protect me!"

The shadow of the Cretan labyrinth, like a fortress, rose up in front of Lorn. Together with the roar and **** of the [Bull], they jointly resisted the erosion from the dead world.

However, with a devastating roar, the [maze] born on the earth only lasted for a moment before falling apart.

 “Poof!”

The next moment, the menacing blood-colored spear penetrated the [Bull]'s neck, making a tearing sound like a sharp knife piercing flesh.

 “Moo~~”

The golden bull burst into mourning and shattered into pieces.

As the subject, Lorn suddenly felt an overbearing force of violence and a will to annihilate life, writhing violently in his body. He felt like he was struck by thunder, and a streak of golden-red blood spilled out of his mouth. He was extremely shocked.

 Damn it, how could this happen? !

At this moment, before Lorne could think about it, a blood-red figure with rich fighting experience took the opportunity to suddenly come in, and the palm wrapped with blood-colored divine power fiercely grabbed his throat.

"boom!"

 The thick palm passed through the air and smashed a huge tree to pieces.

 Psychedelic?

Ares looked at the broken shadow in front of him and the vines entwined under his feet, frowning slightly, and the **** divinity spurted out, instantly burning away the surrounding vines that brought a sense of intoxication and madness.

With the strong aroma of wine in the air, he rolled his eyes, glanced through the cloth at the figure who was trying to adjust his breath a hundred meters away, and the [Goat] emerging behind him, and grinned his lips excitedly.

Got you!

To be honest, he hates flashy tricks the most.

As a warrior, you can only rely on your natural body, use pure speed and strength, and experience a fist-to-body duel. The winner will stand, and the loser will fall. This is the most enjoyable thing!

 “Are there any goats that can increase speed? Let's see how long you can escape!”

Ares curled his fingers to grasp it, took the wooden spear into his hand again, and rushed forward with a grin.

In the land of Thracia, he is not only the God of War, but also has the responsibility of the God of Hunting.

Similarly, hunting wild boars and killing wolves were also the tests that Thracian princes of all generations had to pass before inheriting the throne.

It is an ancient ritual and blessing passed down from Ares, the ancestor of the Thracian tribes, the **** of war.

 Show your bravery by killing wolves and wild boars, while also gaining concepts and strength from them.

 The so-called wolves and wild boars are not just simple beasts.

 The "Wolf" is cunning and ferocious, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to take off the head of the Sun King.

 The "Wild Boar" is ignorant and crazy, born in dampness, has no scruples, and always maintains indescribable madness.

What the Thracian prince really hunts is the "black beast" that symbolizes these evil and crazy things. They may be pagan villains, possessed evil spirits, or savage monsters.

 Defeat them and learn from them—

 Draw wisdom from cunning, develop decisiveness from ferocity, learn determination from ignorance, and breed courage from madness.

 At this moment, Lycurgus, who was bent over by Ares, had extremely high resistance and restraint effects on the power and power derived from the concept of animal divinity.

 In battle, he can peel off, filter, and purify these fragments that he regards as "evil and crazy things" bit by bit, and learn corresponding combat skills from them.

 The fragments of the Cunning One turn into a storm of wisdom that surrounds you and blows away illusions.

 The fragments of the fierce one turned into the thunder of determination, roaring in an instant, and the accumulation exploded.

 The fragments of ignorance turned into the flames of determination, which burned with endless strength and healed the scars.

The fragments of the madman turned into the radiance of courage, illuminating me and dispelling the darkness.

 Therefore, the true Thracian king, the true **** of battle, cannot be "contaminated" by power, and the only way to defeat him is through head-on confrontation.

At the same time, Lorne, who had seen where he was, looked at Ares who was not affected by [Madness] and rushed straight towards him. His heart sank and he looked at the ordinary spear in his hand with fear.

There's something wrong with that thing! You must not be touched by it!

 Almost at the moment he made this decision, Lorne raised his right hand without hesitation and drew his fingers in front of him very quickly.

 Hermes, linear divine patterns, Titan's words, primitive letters... and other sacred symbols that existed or appeared in the Greek Gods and possessed supernatural power appeared densely in front of him, like stars in the sky.

 At this moment, he finally remembered another area in which he was good at.

—The great witch Circe was his first teacher;

 —Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, is his extracurricular tutor;

—The goddess of magic Athena once served as his sparring partner;

—Mnemosyne, the goddess of knowledge and memory, personally baptized his soul,

 —The nine Muses were his ministers and vassals;

—He studied in the Temple of Memory and read almost all the occult knowledge in Greece...

Lorne looked at the warrior **** who was charging straight towards him. He did not hesitate to use the power of the [Goat] to distance himself, and at the same time waved his hand forward, with a humorous thought in his heart.

  —Sorry, in addition to a warrior, I am also a magician!

In an instant, densely packed divine patterns of all kinds shot forward like a meteor shower. Violent explosions and dazzling firelight instantly drowned the menacing figure.

 (End of this chapter)

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