Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 316

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, and there were so many people outside. It's 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 **** 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.

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 pervaded 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 force opening 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 of 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 jump, breaking through the blockade of the silver-wired giant eagle like a cannonball, 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 destroyed the opponent's vital parts while pinning them and restricting their movements.

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 was fighting all the way from the beginning of the corridor to the end, turned around slowly, looked at the arrows floating with light on the alchemists, and clenched her fists fiercely.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

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

Seeing the figure who responded calmly, Lorne nodded happily, stepped over the silver threads scattered on the ground, and stepped into the palace hall with Atalanta.

And through here, you can directly reach the rear astrological platform.

At this time, the dark hall was deserted and silent.

A figure in rich attire, wearing a golden crown crookedly, was sitting on the throne, his head buried deeply, and his body was shaking constantly, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

The moment 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 that seemed to have countless earthworms floating under the skin, Lorne thoughtfully reached out and took out the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone picked up from the scene of Hippomenes' escape.

"You want this?"

"Medicine, medicine! Give it to me!"

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

"boom!"

However, before the King of Arcadia could get close, Atalanta kicked him away angrily. At the same time, she fully drew the bow string and aimed a sharp arrow at the king's forehead. .

"The person who colluded with that **** Hippomenes is actually you!"

The appointment of the commander before departure, Hippomenes's rebellion, the extinguishing of the sacred fire in the Temple of the Moon, and the dangerous large-scale ceremonial spell easily unfolded in the city...

Coupled with the fact that the King of Arcadia in front of him is so eager for the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, the answer to all the questions is not difficult to guess.

- Overcoming old age and illness and transcending death are temptations that people in the world cannot refuse.

-The higher the position of emperors and generals, the more unable they are to detect this.

Of course, there is nothing shameful about fearing death.

What really made Atalanta unbearable was that the person in front of her actually dragged the entire Arcadia into the abyss for her own sake, costing the lives of countless people.

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

Atalanta grabbed the Philosopher's Stone fragment in Lorne's hand and angrily yelled at the culprit in front of her.

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

The Chaos King of Arcadia regained some clarity and argued for himself angrily.

"What do you know? This king is doing this all for Arcadia! I have waited so many years for a son to inherit my throne! If this king falls at this moment, the blood and inheritance of the royal family will be lost. It's been cut off since then, so this king must not die!”

As if to vent his suppressed difficulties, and to convince himself and the Arcadian girl opposite him at this moment, the Arcadian King stretched out his skinny hand and gave a deep command.

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

Under King Adikaya's expectant gaze, Atalanta stretched out her hand.

Then, she loosened her fingers, threw it to the ground, crushed it to pieces with her foot, and snorted with disdain.

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

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

"you wanna die!"

At the same time, waves of bones were heard dislocating, and King Arcadia's old body was like an inflated balloon. His flesh and blood continued to expand, and his limbs began to twist. After a while, he turned into a three-meter-high monster.

Is this the "immortality" you are pursuing?

Atalanta sneered disdainfully, raised the bow of the sky, and pointed the cold arrow at the head of the King of Arcadia, preparing to kill the tyrant who had brought trouble to his homeland.

However, just as the huntress was about to release the bowstring, a hand held down the arrow, and a low voice came from her ears.

"He can die, but it's not your fault."

"Why?"

Atalanta looked at the teacher beside her blankly, with a puzzled face.

"Because he is your father..."

Lorne sighed helplessly, summoned the nation-building spear, stood up and stepped forward.

"Let me do it."

(End of chapter)

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