Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 353

Chapter 353 is simple, I will become the king (two updates total 7.2k, please vote at the end of the month)

 At the same time, Thessaly.

 The city walls collapsed and corpses were scattered all over the place.

Just as the retreating group of god-blooded heroes thought that today was the end of Thessaly and them, a fierce and bright pale silver thunder light descended on the city head, revealing the majestic figure holding a sheepskin aegis and a thunder scepter.

 An impulse to worship and the ecstasy of surviving the disaster arise spontaneously in everyone's heart.

  The patron saint of the Thessaly priests has finally arrived!

 Zeus? How is this possible! Didn't the woman say he wouldn't interfere?

Cronus outside the city was filled with disbelief when he saw this situation.

Didn't the woman say that he would not interfere?

"Your Majesty, he is here. Our plan may have been exposed. You and Lord Typhon have not fully recovered yet. To be on the safe side, why don't we retreat first?"

Prometheus on the side squeezed out of the giant spirit and stepped forward to warn him carefully.

However, Cronus' eyes turned cold and he gritted his teeth to retort.

“So what? How could the gods of Olympus react so quickly when they are scattered all over the place? Even if Zeus comes first, it's just a bluff!”

Thinking of this, Cronus's eyes filled with darkness.

 “It's just right, let's kill this **** together now!”

With that said, the Titan King waved his hand to launch an all-out attack, and thousands of giant spirits and monsters rushed towards the gap in the collapsed city wall.

Facing the monsters that came like a tide, Zeus on the top of the city raised his thunder scepter high and struck the ground, shouting loudly.

 “Gods of Olympus, gather here and wipe out the powerful enemies!”

In an instant, the stars in the sky twinkled, and starlight fell in front of the city of Thessaly.

Chichichichichi!

Sharp and sharp sounds splitting the air, one after another, the cloud-blocking divine spears fell like meteors, and the vanguard of the monsters that rushed into the gap in the city wall fell in pieces like wheat fields scratched by farmers' scythes. Crucified to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, uniform steps came from the distance like muffled thunder, forming a heart-breaking roar. In the filled smoke, there were teams wearing Spartan helmets, holding bronze shields, and there were many spears in the camp. , encircling them in an intercepting arc, and they were all muscular warriors with ferocious auras.

 “No prisoners of war! No mercy!”

 A pair of relatively slender twin brothers holding swords and shields with two separate wings raised their swords to knock on the shields while roaring loudly.

The soldiers skillfully folded up their bronze shields, poked spears from the gaps, and advanced cruelly and resolutely. After cutting into pieces and dismembering the metal objects on the path, they forcibly strung the remaining hundreds of fish that had slipped through the net into hedgehogs. He went out and sealed most of the gap tightly, not forgetting to draw out his men and divert them to both sides to replace the exhausted friendly troops.

These flesh and blood bodies are like rotating millstones, grinding into pieces one by one those monsters that try to break through the blockade.

People even suspect that they are a group of monsters wearing human skin.

 “Castor and Pollux! They are Spartan reinforcements!”

King Admetus was overjoyed when he saw the two familiar figures at the front of the team.

It seemed that the high-pitched sound attracted the enemy's attention, and swarms of flying dragons took off and swooped towards King Admetus.

However, before these beasts could approach, golden light arrows rained down from the sky, instantly shooting down two-thirds of the flying dragon army.

At the same time, hundreds of griffins flew out of the starlight, pounced on the remaining flying dragons, and began to kill these low-level dragon species in an orderly manner.

 Looking at the familiar figure sitting on the back of the leading gryphon, King Admetus' heart surged.

 “Lord Apollo!”

 His close friend also came.

 “Sacred Blood Guards, assemble and charge into battle!”

The excited Admetus immediately called on the troops and heroes to gather, and rushed out from the city gate. He vigorously waved the weapons full of gaps and chopped down the monsters to the ground, preparing to receive reinforcements.

However, just as their own morale was rising, the giant spirits at the rear could no longer hold back. They trampled all the monsters blocking the way into pulp, waving sticks, mountains and other weapons, and swept towards the crowd, sweeping away the scarlet air waves. Wherever it passed, broken arms and limbs were thrown up.

　　Mortal bodies are ultimately too weak compared to the power of gods.

“Athena above, with my shield, protect the city! With my sword, I call for victory!”

 But just when the giant spirits wanted to advance the battle line, figures as bright as shooting stars came through the starlight.

Thousands of armored knights riding Pegasus and wearing uniforms made by water gods, led by dozens of Saints, will besiege a group of giant spirits. The huge and majestic body will face the gods blessed by holy clothes and riding Pegasus. The **** warrior was reduced to a lamb to be slaughtered.

 It is the Pegasus knight of Athens! And the Saints!

 The reinforcements from Ares Mountain are also here!

Telamon and Katniss, who were protecting the king, raised their heads to confirm and breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, smoke and dust were everywhere along the woodland in the southeast of Thessaly Mountain. Hydra, with nine giant snake heads like a hill, raised its neck and spit out venom, flames and ice, sweeping away the surrounding monsters and giant spirits in a large area.

The lower body of the snake is a snake with purple scales. A dense magic array gathers in front of her body. There is a roar outside the city wall. The terrain changes drastically, and patches of poisonous swamps, falling rocks, and ground thorns appear frequently.

The nine harpy harpies stirred up strong winds. Their spread wings were like sharp guillotines, biting and clawing at them, bursting into flames along the way.

Facing the sweep of the prototypes, the degraded monsters were defeated one after another, and they fled in all directions due to the fear brought about by bloodline suppression.

Warcraft is in civil strife?

King Admetus was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the two purple-haired goddesses leading the descendants of Typhon, and he couldn't help but feel reassured.

—It's Athena and Medusa. It seems that they have subdued the original descendants of Typhon and turned them into human beings!

At this time, more and more stars are falling to the ground, and more and more gods, gods and heroes are arriving.

Fighting nymphs flapping their transparent wings followed the golden-antlered deer chariot driven by the hunting goddesses Artemis and Atalanta, and joined the Amazon female warriors under Queen Hippolyta, also heading towards Thessaly. The main battlefield advances.

Alchemy golems walked out of the magic circle one by one, and the Hermetic alchemists also arrived on the battlefield surrounded by the main **** Hermes.

Wild waves swept over diagonally. Mermaid Prince Triton blew his horn and revealed his house. Dozens of black metal battleships surfaced. Each of the mechs covered with metal armor stood on the deck, calibrating. At the muzzle of the ectoplasm cannon, the newly added Mechgods Apollo and Mechgod Artemis also appeared on the stage under the instruction of Poseidon.

Hera, the queen of heaven, Hephaestus, the craftsman god, Demeter, the agricultural god, and other major gods also arrived one after another...

Looking at the divided and surrounded own troops on the field, as well as the enemy troops coming continuously, Cronus's face became extremely ugly.

 Damn it, they actually prepared a large-scale teleportation array in advance!

Seeing that the situation where victory was in hand became more complicated, and it seemed that he could not eat Thessaly in one bite, Cronus was suddenly hesitant.

 Attack? Or retreat?

Since the order to attack the city had just been issued, Cronus looked at the stalemate and couldn't help but feel in a dilemma.

Just as the Titan King was hesitating, a low roar of suppressed pain came from the Sea of ​​Oceanus.

 “What's going on?”

Cronus was startled and turned to ask.

  Prometheus on the side swallowed his saliva and responded with a hesitant voice.

"Your Majesty, Lord Typhon has been defeated..."

 “So fast? Let that idiot hold on!”

"It has been withdrawn..." Prometheus coughed dryly and added faintly.

 “And, it also left you a message.”

"What?"

 “We were fooled!”

When Cronus heard this, the last trace of luck in his heart was completely wiped out. He immediately activated the power of the earth, disrupted the enemy's formation, and at the same time tore cracks in the ground that stretched for dozens of miles, and shouted loudly at his subordinates.

 “Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!”

The djinns and warcraft, which had already suffered a lot of losses, heard the order to retreat and immediately jumped into the cracks in droves to escape from this **** purgatory.

Seeing that the troops that had withdrawn were only two-thirds of what they had arrived with, Cronus punched the giant tree next to him into powder and let out an angry roar.

“How dare you play tricks on me! Zeus, wait!”

“And that woman, I will kill her next time I see her!”

Prometheus on the side nodded repeatedly, and then dragged the almost berserk Titan King into the underground fissure.

As the coalition of djinn and warcraft retreated like a tide, the exhausted Thessaly people slumped on the ground, their eyes filled with joy of surviving the disaster.

 Won, actually won!

King Admetus reluctantly raised his body, and silently glanced at the city where there were bursts of wailing, and outside the city where corpses were strewn everywhere, and finally walked towards the city with a complicated expression. The soldiers who arrived at the critical moment to turn the tide King of Gods.

In any case, his Majesty still gave Thessaly a hand.

As a people, they can only accept this belated divine grace and offer solemn thanks.

However, before Admetus came to Zeus, the king of gods at the top of the city raised his hand and spoke solemnly.

“The war is not over yet, the gods come to War God Mountain to discuss matters!”

As he spoke, he turned around and stepped out of the city wall, and his figure melted into the falling starlight.

 The gods who were left on the battlefield also followed one after another with their own believers.

The king of Thessaly, who was left where he was, was slightly startled. Just as he was about to speak, his figure, together with Telamon and Caenis next to him, were picked up by the hanging stars.

 After a brief trance, the patron saints and divine-blood heroes of the major city-states gathered together in the Great Temple of the God of War.

“Father God, the old gods have fully recovered, what should we do next?”

The straight-tempered Hephaestus, with a limp step, was the first to step forward to ask.

 However, the King of Gods in the hall shook his head and spoke leisurely.

 “First of all, let me correct you, I am not him…”

The original strong male voice turned into a pleasant female voice, and the burly body of the **** king also rippled like water waves, revealing a quiet goddess holding a book and an iron pen.

 “Lord Mnemosyne? Why is it you?”

 Looking at the goddess of memory who suddenly appeared in front of them, all the gods and heroes looked at each other.

 “Someone doesn't want to come, so I can only come for him.”

Mnemosyne answered calmly, then raised her hand to scratch out a line of text on the book, raised her head and added leisurely.

"Of course, the person who asked me to play this role was another..."

 Memory is a power that is good at acting and deceiving, especially when the target is doubtful and his will is not firm.

 The son does not know the father, and the father does not know the son.

After so many years, they are still the same. If there is any disturbance, the fragile trust will immediately fall apart.

Seeing that the "Father God" they yearned for turned into the appearance of Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, King Admetus, Telamon and Katniss did not feel much disappointment in their hearts.

 Instead, there was a feeling of relief.

“Then, can you continue to play the role of Father God and ask the djinn clan to retreat?”

King Admetus asked cautiously, and then added without forgetting his oath.

“Of course, no matter what, the Thessalians are grateful for your help and are willing to build a temple of the highest standard for you!”

Mnemosyne shook her head and softly broke the supplicant's illusion.

 “This kind of deception only works when you are caught by surprise, and Cronus is not that stupid.”

When King Admetus heard this, his hopeful eyes dimmed.

 As expected, it still doesn't work?

After that, where will Thessaly go after losing the blessing of the gods?

The three Thessalian heroes pursed their lips and looked at each other, with a look of confusion on their faces.

 In this depressing atmosphere, the excitement of defeating the old gods also disappeared from the faces of the gods, and they began to discuss melancholy.

 “Not only Cronus, but Typhon has also revived!”

“Thessaly is about to be destroyed, but he still doesn't take action. What on earth is he thinking?”

“Do we have to wait until they destroy the world and attack Olympus before he is willing to lead us to resist?”

 Listening to the discussion of the gods, Hermes' eyes flashed and he spoke cautiously.

 “How about I go and ask God the Father?”

However, after hearing Hermes' suggestion, the audience fell into silence.

　　Most of them had participated in that rebellion and had long since fallen out with Zeus.

Once he bows to the god-king, there is no guarantee that he will not take the opportunity to make some excessive demands, or simply use this catastrophe to force the three goddesses of fate to terminate the contract, allowing him to continue to dominate the family.

Feeling the silent resistance of the gods, Hermes reluctantly reminded them.

“There are two old **** kings and nine Titan gods on the opposite side, but we don't even have a **** king. How can we win?”

Just when the atmosphere on the scene was a little gloomy, a white hand pushed open the closed door of the temple and walked over gracefully.

 “Simple, I just want to be the king!”

At the same time, a dark and ferocious dragon head was thrown into the hall. It was the head of Demon Ancestor Typhon.

When the gods saw this, they were startled at first, and then they all looked at the human shepherd who had just experienced a fierce battle. Their originally restless and uneasy hearts were inexplicably calmed down.

 That's right, the world has its own king!

 (End of this chapter)

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