Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 331

Chapter 331 A gangster, definitely a gangster! (5.1k)

The holy words are chanted in the city, and the stars in the sky are shaking.

The battlefield that bore the brunt faced a large-scale saturation bombardment of magic and divine arts. Fires that stretched for dozens of miles suddenly rose. The flesh and blood of monsters and the remains of giant spirits were thrown high into the air, turning into a shower of blood. , scattered here and there.

Driven by biological instincts, the groups of monsters that were stunned by the explosion turned around and rushed towards the gap opened by the divine blood heroes, trying their best to stay away from the flaming purgatory under the city.

"Direction due east, two hundred meters away, attack with spearmen, drive these beasts towards the central area!"

"Aiming to the southeast, distance is 300 meters, the archer is shooting at 45 degrees!"

"The direction is southwest, the distance is 500 meters, three ceremonial incantations, release it!"

In front of the fortress, Lorne observed the overall situation, and through the resonance spells that lit up in front of him, he methodically issued concise and clear instructions to the magicians, temple priests and ordinary soldiers who were in their respective positions.

The united city defenders nervously and orderly implemented the orders they heard, continuing to expand the chaos of the monster group and driving them to attack the giant spirit formation in reverse.

Seeing this scene, Lorne nodded with satisfaction.

Since he was a teacher at the Academy of Athens and the initiator of the entire plan to attack the East and the West, and the entire collapsed Thessalian defense line needed him and Medea to support it, King Admetus simply went out to lure the enemy. The authority to command before the battle was entrusted to him.

It was taboo to make appointments on the battlefield, but fortunately, the Academy of Athens was full of talents, not only the foreign aid from the surrounding city-states, but also the local magicians and divine blood warriors in Thessaly, many of whom had graduated from the Academy of Athens.

Therefore, with the collaboration of these students, Lorne easily achieved his strategic goals.

As the out-of-control group of monsters launched a reverse charge, the originally rough formation of the giants was torn to pieces. In addition, without the control of leader Antaeus, the entire giant group almost had no formation at all, and they just hugged each other. Everyone fights.

When the twin brothers, who had received Spartan professional military education, saw this situation, their eyes lit up immediately and they pulled the reins in their hands, pulled out the golden sword representing light, and waved it forward.

"Go! Kill these ground rats!"

The Griffin (Griffin) mythical beast, whose head, front paws and wings are like an eagle, and whose body, hind legs and tail are like a lion, pulls a bronze chariot engraved with sun patterns and rushes towards the chaotic djinn clan.

Apollo is currently on several volcanic islands, competing with Hephaestus for the belief in fire and light. In addition, the main **** of Thessaly is Zeus, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so he cannot get away for the time being. Come to support your friend the king.

Although he sent his twin brothers over, the Spartan trio almost overturned in Arcadia and learned from the past, which also made the God of Light realize that there seemed to be the shadow of the old gods behind the disasters everywhere, and the difficulty and crisis Not small.

Therefore, when the Spartan twins finished their trip to Arcadia and reported to him, the **** of light did not hesitate to give him his latest chariot and the tamed mythical beast Griffin, as well as two weapons containing his The divine golden sword was awarded to the twin brothers.

Coupled with the holy clothes from Athens, the twin brothers were now dressed in divine attire. Not only did they each show a fighting power that was no weaker than the gods, they also became the most dazzling and popular target on the entire battlefield.

Some djinn who were not very bright could not help but mistook the two men for the real king of Thessaly, and surrounded them with howling ghosts and wolves, but the pressure on the real king of Thessaly, Admetos, was greatly reduced.

In fact, not only the enemy troops, but also several temple priests on the front line were dazzled by the golden light of the Spartan Twins, and subconsciously threw a few thunderbolts in their direction.

The so-called pretense and being struck by lightning is probably like this.

Lorne looked at the Spartan twins who had become the target of public criticism and were cursing in the chaos. He suddenly thought of his brother-in-law who was almost bald by him, and couldn't help but shake his head jokingly.

As expected, they were brought out by Apollo. With his style, it seems that they can be developed into professional human shields in the future, responsible for taunting and attracting hatred.

Fortunately, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

Although the shining golden Spartan twins drew hatred, they also allowed the surrounding divine blood heroes to easily find the flag and subconsciously follow in their direction.

Throwing spears fired, arrows shot through the air, swords slashed... Under the fists of the divine blood heroes, the fighting giants were chopped to the ground one after another.

"Be careful of the earth gods in them! Be clean and don't let them heal!"

Hearing the reminder from the fortress, the heroes paused for a moment, then turned into corpse-dismembering demons one after another, and chopped and hacked at the fallen giants unceremoniously until these giants turned into After a pile of meat paste that could not squirm and regenerate, they stopped and quickly picked up some valuable fragmentary objects from the giants from the blood and put them into the magic array as trophies.

Not even the scattered monsters around could escape the group fight and looting by this team.

Looking at the group of divine blood heroes on the battlefield who were comparable to locusts crossing the border, but did not affect their marching speed at all, Lorne couldn't help but joke.

Hey, this is called professionalism.

"Our allies are here, let's go, kill them and join them!"

At this time, King Admetus saw that the situation had been completely reversed. He immediately pulled out his dagger and called on the divine blood guards around him to launch a pincer attack with the divine blood hero bandit gang led by the Spartan twins, preparing to completely Destroy the few remaining djinn on the field.

And as the familiar shouts and roars on the battlefield gradually became sparse, Antaeus, who was fighting with Hercules in the distant jungle, finally realized that something was wrong. Angry colors.

"Despicable humans!"

The majestic Titan cursed, stepped sideways and shouldered, knocking Hercules away in front of him, and then strode towards the battlefield, trying to rescue the giant spirits who had fallen into a disadvantage.

He is a giant who blends the divine natures of Poseidon and Gaia. Although he belongs to the same lineage of Titans, he is not the Gigantes clan born from the blood of the first heavenly father Ouranos in the traditional sense.

Therefore, his prestige and followers among the djinn are limited. If he loses all his men on the battlefield for the first time and does not achieve any impressive achievements, the djinn clan who respects strength will definitely regard him as a laughing stock. , shamelessly humiliate and bully.

This ending is something Antaeus absolutely cannot tolerate.

However, before he could take a few steps, a thick arm grabbed his ankle.

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

Hercules sneered, his muscles bulging like steel, dark red divine patterns flashing brightly and darkly on his body, and violent divine power rising crazily in his body.

Bang bang bang bang!

Immediately afterwards, Hercules picked up Antaeus' ankle and swung it to both sides, like an ant holding an elephant and ravaging it repeatedly.

After struggling for dozens of breaths, Hercules released his right hand and threw his opponent away.

Antaeus' neck was broken when he crashed into the mountain, his limbs were twisted, and he was almost out of shape. Even an eyeball the size of a watermelon fell out of its 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 clicked into place, and even the eyeballs on the ground rolled into his eye sockets again, and squirmed. The flesh and blood grow together.

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

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

He understood that in order to rush back to the battlefield and bring out his giant subordinates, he must first deal with the guy standing in front of him.

It's really difficult…

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

Since luring Antaeus into this mountain forest, he has been fighting fiercely with him for several hours.

Despite his superior skills and divine power, he knocked down and killed the opponent time and time again.

But whether it tramples on his bones, tears off his limbs, or pierces his skull or crushes his heart... as long as a few breaths pass, the monster will immediately recover and continue to be alive and fighting with him.

And after one ebb and flow, after Hercules boiled the divine blood again and again, his demigod body began to be a little overwhelmed.

If this continues, the situation will be very unfavorable for him. Just as Hercules was gasping for air and feeling a bit in trouble, the Gorgon emblem with his name engraved on his chest made a slight buzzing, and a deep voice sounded in his head.

"If he stands on the ground and remains undefeated, what if he loses his foundation?"

Hearing that meaningful reminder, Hercules' eyes lit up. He looked at Antaeus, who was waving his arms and stepping towards him. He ducked to avoid the attack, and once again boiled his divine blood, facing Antaeus. A powerful uppercut from his chin.

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

Seeing Antaeus frantically waving his limbs in mid-air, with a look of horror appearing on his face for the first time, Hercules was determined, jumped up, locked Antaeus' neck with his hands, and kept tightening.

As the overwhelmed neck bones made a snapping sound, Antaeus in mid-air realized that his weakness had been discovered. He was horrified and struggled crazily, trying to get back to the ground.

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

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

In an instant, the starlight turned into golden armor and covered his body, and a steady stream of etheric magic poured into his body. The vast starry sky and boundless sky above his head seemed to have some kind of connection with him. A golden lion made of starlight resurrected and roared in his body.

Hercules reached his heart and used all his strength to break Antaeus' neck, and then kicked upwards, causing the falling body to rise into the air again.

Immediately afterwards, he let go of his mind and punched several times in a row like lightning. Dense thunder and starlight gathered around him, and were concentrated into a point by his fists and compressed into ultrhigh-density spherical lightning, which went straight to Antaeus and fell in mid-air. body and go.

Groups of dazzling lightning exploded, and the towering mountain giant was torn and crushed inch by inch. Before the flesh, flesh and limbs fell to the ground, they lost all activity 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, holding the belongings 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 trying to escape, come on!"

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

Seeing each figure disappearing 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 ranks. 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 familiar ground into unfamiliar abyss, and 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 the situation is 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 both 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 face 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 built 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 like blood. Hundreds of giant spirits with grinning faces took heavy steps towards this dilapidated human fortress. Their majestic figures blocked the sky and the sun, casting a dark shadow towards the Royal City of Thessaly. Shadow.

The air was filled with death and gloom.

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

Admetus encouraged him loudly, and then brandished his bronze dagger full of gaps, slashed at the battlements of the city wall, and let out a hysterical shout.

"Everyone, line up to meet the enemy!"

(End of chapter)

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