Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 368

Chapter 368 I am BOSS, welcome to brush!

　　Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The figures strolling past, the first echelon who chose to work alone and be more reckless, were knocked unconscious by Jing Jiao who was so fast that they could not see the trajectory, and they lay on the ground in a mess.

 At the same time that the front teammates were being speed-passed, the second-tier divine blood heroes in groups began to show their strengths and actively cooperate.

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

  Priestesses activate the Blessing Ritual to benefit 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 **** halo. Several Hermes veins suddenly lit up in front of him. The exploding red-black halo instantly neutralized 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 that shone with red light condensed around it.

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 so 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 horrified.

 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 **** 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 point.

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

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 blazing 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 slashed their swords, focusing their fire on the figure walking with the thorn sticks, 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 Titanic 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, the training ground ahead was arced with light and explosions roared, like a highland that had been plowed over and over again by heavy artillery fire.

However, the Dionysian's reaction was even faster. After passing through Hermes' 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.

However, 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.

 Hence, most spellcasters who are proficient in spells are often weak in melee combat.

Looking at the devilish **** 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 so 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 too simple.”

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

 “If you want to prevent your own treasury from going bankrupt, you have to make it more difficult.”

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

 “Buzz buzz!”

 For a time, 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, etc. The effects derived from the magic array made the divine blood heroes who were caught off guard miserable.

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

What they want to solve is not a fixed problem at all, but a problem that is constantly changing and increasing in difficulty.

 And their CPU is destined to be unable to compare with the infinitely expanded soul of the Lord God, who is already immortal.

Seeing that the spellcasters behind them could no longer count on them, the divine-blooded warriors looked at the Dionysus who was less than three steps away, and could only calm down and rush forward.

Facing the dozens of divine blood heroes swarming in, Lorne's feet shook, and hundreds of stones of various sizes flew into the air and hung in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, his lumbar spine opened to an exaggerated arc like a large open bow. His retracted right hand suddenly grasped the thorn tree tightly and swept forward. The surging magic power turned into red arcs and hit every hanging stone. On the stones.

 Swish swish swish!

In an instant, hundreds of stones wrapped in red arc light shot out with sharp whistling.

quick! Extremely fast!

Like red thunder piercing the dark clouds, it passed through the sky. Along the way, the magic arrays and divine power barriers blocking the way were shattered almost simultaneously.

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

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

 “Whoosh! Whoosh!”

But the moment Lorne penetrated the enemy's formation, two arrows shot at his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right. No matter the time or angle, it was difficult to guard against it.

In the corner, Hippolyta and Atalanta each drew their bows and shot an arrow with all their strength at the same time.

At the same time, the twin brothers rushed forward, their fists shining with runes and sharp bronze swords hitting Lorne's face with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

 “Bang!”

Accompanied by the buzz that resounded through the entire tunnel, the swift punch and the flashing sword edge directly hit a thick magic barrier. “Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

But facing this fortress that was several times harder than marble, Pollux and Castor, who had no success in attacking, advanced instead of retreating, taking turns to attack the barrier.

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

 Also, taking turns, focusing on one point.

In the blink of an eye, under the heavy punches and chops like meteor showers, the runes that built this magical barrier were quickly destroyed and disintegrated.

 “Click!”

Soon, the barrier that lost its support collapsed. The straight punch that penetrated the barrier and the sword that struck from the side simultaneously attacked Lorne's face and abdomen.

But just when they were about to hit the target, the two men suddenly felt the wind behind their heads. Their hearts were full of warning signs. Driven by their fighting instincts, their bodies jumped back and retreated without hesitation.

 “Chi! Chi!”

And when the two of them pulled away, two magic arrays that appeared behind them at some unknown time were humming. The scarlet magic beams were like death's scythes crossing from the left and right sides, leaving a trail on the hard marble floor. A terrifying ravine.

 “Chi chi chi chi!”

Immediately afterwards, before the two of them could take a breath, the magic array turned around like the muzzle of a cannon and fired out magic beams across each other again.

The twin brothers' hair stood on end, and they immediately turned sideways and dodged backwards continuously. The situation was full of danger for a while.

At the critical moment, Helen chanted the divine words at high speed, and Medea waved her tin staff to perform witchcraft. While protecting the twin brothers, she also disintegrated the two magic arrays in mid-air.

While the twin brothers were evacuating, a chain hammer and a spear also roared over, launching non-stop attacks.

The next Queen of the Amazons, Penthesilea, and the Thessalian god-blooded warrior Katniss join the battlefield.

“So many people beat me up, and they don't show martial ethics!”

Facing the unceremonious beatings from these old acquaintances, Lorne complained angrily.

"There is no way, none of us can be your opponent." The twin brothers were very frank.

"What nonsense are you talking to him? It's over!" Penthesilea burned the blood of the God of War in her body and went berserk.

"You're right, I've wanted to beat this guy for a long time!" Katniss, who has the same bloodline, followed closely, looking extremely excited.

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

Tsk tsk, it seems like you are always arranging things behind my back, right?

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

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

Lorn's eyes flashed, and he slid forward, avoiding Katniss's spear point by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, he flipped his wrist, and the thorns came up like a snake, and hit Katniss's gun-holding wrist. The sharp thorns tore off a large piece of flesh in an instant.

At the moment when the divine blood warrior lost consciousness due to severe pain, Lorne had already accelerated to Katniss's back, and the falling thorns hit the elastic buttocks heavily, leaving a row of miserable marks on them. blood mark.

 “Look at me!”

 Penthesiela Adam on the side immediately swung his hammer and wanted to help.

But Lorne took two steps away as if he was well prepared, avoiding the whizzing hammer by a hair's breadth. At the same time, he swung a thorn stick to hit the stress-bearing node of the hammer.

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

Seeing the watermelon-sized thing heading straight for her, Katniss hurriedly raised the buckler on her left arm.

 Humhhhhh!

With a harsh sound of gold and iron, Katniss took three steps back before stopping her castration. Her mouth felt numb, and blood surged in her chest.

Similarly, Penthesilea also felt uncomfortable. Her body swayed and she took two steps back. A trace of golden-red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

 “Are you helping him or me?”

 Hearing Katniss's depressed accusation, Penthesilea couldn't help but feel ashamed.

 “Have a good time in class and don't get distracted.”

The reminder with a smile came, and Lorne sauntered forward to entangle the two of them, and chopped down the thorn stick with one hand.

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

The two people who had suffered a loss did not think much and subconsciously raised their guns, shields and hammers to resist.

　　Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three figures intertwined, and a louder sound of gold and iron echoed across the square, causing the ground to rumble.

This guy is too difficult to deal with...

The more Katniss and Penthesilea fight, the more frightened they become, because no matter how they change their moves, the man on the opposite side always seems to be able to seize the flaw in the gun and hammer at the moment of taking action. It can hit the weakest stress point of the gun tip and hammer just right.

Hence, the two of them were unable to take full advantage of the long weapons and heavy weapons. Instead, they were suppressed by the thorns that were kept at short to medium distances. As they retreated one after another, they were continuously hit, and there were already seven or eight miserable **** wounds on their bodies.

 “O blood of Ares, please give me the power to burn again!”

The two people, covered with bruises and bruises, gritted their teeth and burned the divine blood at the same time, preparing to die together with the guy in front of them who had caused them so much pain.

Even if we can't die together, we must at least bite off a piece of each other's flesh!

Seeing the two God of War blood descendants rushing towards them with red eyes under the continuous stimulation, Lorne showed a wicked smile in his eyes, and the magic array secretly arranged under their feet was immediately activated.

In an instant, two reckless men with blood rage activated, one bumped into the two archers Atalanta and Hippolyta, and the other rushed towards Helen and Medea.

 For a time, the scene was in a state of chaos, and the four people responsible for long-range fire support and suppression were overwhelmed.

 In order for these good sisters to have a good time, Lorne did not forget to throw out a series of confusion, ecstasy and other spells.

When Medea and the others finally stabilized their formation, they wanted to cast a spell to awaken the minds of the two reckless teammates, but suddenly found that Lorne's figure had disappeared from the battlefield.

Before they could react, they felt a pain in the back of their necks, their vision went dark, and their consciousness fell into boundless chaos.

 Looking at the long-range support that had completely wiped out the entire army, as well as the two blood descendants of the God of War who were still jumping around looking for their opponents, the twin brothers on the field couldn't laugh or cry.

If I had known better, I would not have teamed up with these two fools. They were held back by Lorne in the front, making it impossible for them to intervene, and they even tricked their own teammates later on.

 Sure enough, if I don't want to go to the battlefield and repeat this ending, I need to hone my coordination.

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

 Thirty-seven minutes, not bad...

Hercules fought him in front of the tomb last time, so he quit early. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to complete the quick brushing so quickly.

After the single pass, Lorne threw down the thorn in his hand with a clear mind, looked at the whimpering and unconscious defeated generals on the ground, and showed a sinister smile.

“Everyone, I'm afraid this will be your daily life from now on. If you don't want to get beaten, you can always fight alone or form a team to defeat me!”

 (End of this chapter)

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