Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 29 Want to die? Still don’t want to live?

On the Sea of ​​Oceanus, the howling wind tore apart the clouds in all directions, and the huge waves pushed forward overwhelmingly.

Several giant mako shark-like sea beasts swayed their crescent-shaped tail fins under the dark waves, pulling up the ropes turned into water currents, dragging the sailfish-like warships on the sea, in the wind and waves. With the help of help, he cut through the waves and swept forward quickly.

"Southwest star position, 800 meters away, 45-degree upward angle, release!"

Under the command of deputy captain Andrew, the six remaining Atlantis golden guards immediately bent their bows and arrows, and fired a hail of arrows at the target in mid-air.

It’s so haunting!

Sensing the sharp sound of breaking through the air behind him, Lorne frowned, cursed secretly, and decisively adjusted the strength of the magic output, controlling the height and posture of the Icarus wings behind him, and flexibly dodged the incoming arrows.

However, just as he was making evasive movements, the two demigods standing on the bow of the boat also tacitly placed two golden-bronze arrows carved with exquisite wavy patterns, with stars faintly shining above them, on the bowstring, and The bronze longbow was fully charged.

A familiar and strong sense of crisis instantly boiled in Lorn's heart, making his scalp tingle instinctively.

Oliha Steel Secret Arrow! Come again? !

Almost at the moment when this thought appeared in Lorne's mind, the air behind him already let out a shrill whimpering sound, and the cold edge blocked his landing space up and down, and the crisis was coming in an instant.

Use the golden guard's first round of arrows to force the target to expose its flaws, and then the demigod master seizes the opportunity and uses the Oriha steel secret arrows with superior armor-piercing performance to shoot the truly deadly second round of arrows.

It has to be said that after this pursuit battle, the Atlantis Guards are also growing rapidly, forming an increasingly tacit cooperation.

But their opponents also did not stand still.

At the critical moment, Lorne suddenly withdrew the supply of magic power to one side of the Wings of Icarus. Under the sharp change of air flow, his body turned in the air, narrowly avoiding the two Oriha steel secret arrows. Attack up and down.

It's my turn!
At the same time, Lorne narrowed his eyes, pulled out the ancient bronze sword from the magic array formed in front of him, and threw it violently.

"laugh!"

The long sword made a sharp whistle and pierced through the air.

The two demigods subconsciously unleashed their divine power and propped up a sea-blue light curtain at the bow of the ship to keep the sword away.

"Crack!"

The two phases collided, and a crisp cracking sound was heard.

This is……

Captain Dacres suddenly raised his head, and was shocked to see that on the cracked bronze sword, someone had used divine blood to outline several superimposed Hermes text at some point, and their meaning was—— burst!
At the same time, a dazzling stream of light burst out from the cracks in the bronze sword, and thousands of blade fragments shot out, turning into an indestructible metal jet at close range.

"Puff puff!"

At the moment of contact, the aquamarine light screen covering the ship was completely shattered.

Damn!

The two demigods who were caught off guard had their pupils twitching and could only hastily forcefully hold up a second barrier, taking the lead in protecting the people around them.

"Boom!"

The exposed warships and the sea beasts pulling them were instantly smashed into sieves by the violent metal jets, and then disappeared in a brilliant explosion and fire.

Phew, finally got rid of it.

Seeing that he had destroyed the biggest threat to escape the war and successfully distanced himself from the group of Atlantean Guards, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief.

"Click..."

However, before he could take a breath, a crisp cracking sound echoed in his ears.

His body that was stagnant in mid-air paused, and he stiffly turned his head to look behind him.

Only a few radioactive cracks were seen spreading on the Icarus wings.

Obviously, after experiencing a series of changes in wind pressure and high-intensity magic transformation, it has reached the limit of endurance, can no longer be overwhelmed, and has reached the edge of destruction.

It is worthy of being produced by Friendship Pool. With this quality, the pockmarks are not pockmarks, they are pitfalls!

At this moment, Lorne was on the point of crying.

As he gradually lost control of the wind, he had to give up his plan to directly cross the Oceanus Sea and find a nearby island to land.

Fortunately, the sky is the limit. Just as the Wings of Icarus were about to completely disintegrate, a lush island came into view.

In the center of the island, there are several dilapidated marble buildings standing like some kind of ancient temples, and an obscure atmosphere surges through the ground.

And among the collapsed columns and damaged stone sculptures in the square, there were dozens of black spots busy.

Temple? Anyone?
Lorne's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively felt some vigilance in his heart, but at this moment, he could no longer think too much and could only fold his wings and fall towards a relatively remote dense forest on the island.

At the same time, in Marble Square.

what? !

A bald man with a sinewy face and a short, lean middle-aged man in a felt hat felt the vibrations under their feet, and raised their heads in unison, their eyes meeting toward the southwest of the island.

Immediately, the two looked at each other, and the bald man in the leadership position was the first to speak in a deep voice.

"Shuster, go over and take a look!"

"This, isn't this not good?"

The short and capable middle-aged man in a felt hat looked around at the stones, sculptures, and several old objects of some age that were being cut and moved around. He couldn't help but smile dryly and rub his hands together, with a strong expression in his slender eyes. Intense greed. "Don't worry, your share is indispensable."

The bald man promised with a cold face, but when he saw that the middle-aged man's feet did not move, he impatiently raised a finger.

"Add another 10% at most. If you don't do it, someone else will!"

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Realizing that the bald man was already a little annoyed, the middle-aged man in the felt hat quickly nodded in agreement with a smile on his face, then turned into an afterimage and moved towards the southwest of the island where the strange movement was coming from.

Watching the other party go further and further away, and finally disappeared from sight, the scarred young man standing behind the bald man spoke angrily, with a standard bronze armor exposed under the coarse cloth collar.

"Boss, it's obvious that we are doing our best, why should he share so much? Why don't I follow him and do this guy's job!"

"Shut up, idiot! Do you really think you are still in Serifos?"

The bald man glared at the scarred young man behind him, lowered his voice and snorted coldly.

"Do you think I don't want to? But there is no one to lead the way, and there is no accurate chart of the Oceanus Sea. Are you sure you can make it ashore alive? What's the use of taking more then? The key is the Life Flower!"

Under the scolding of the boss, the young and energetic scarred-faced youth looked away from the few figures surrounding him in the crowd, dressed similarly to the middle-aged men in felt hats. He lowered his head angrily and could only spit on the ground. The thick phlegm vented the unhappiness in his heart.

"Bah! A bunch of Arcadian trash, money-minded thieves!"

Legend has it that the god Hermes was born in a cave in Arcadia and is the widely circulated patron saint of the area.

Probably due to the influence of this god, Arcadia's people are cunning and cunning. It is a paradise where thieves, businessmen, and swindlers gather together to participate in grand events.

Of course, these objects favored by Hermes will more or less receive the blessings of the divine envoy. Therefore, they are agile, good at hiding, and are first-rate experts in evacuating dangers, exploring, and delivering messages.

And the middle-aged man in the felt hat named "Shuster" is one of the best because he has the divine blood of Hermes flowing in his body.

However, his greed is also well-known in the industry.

If it weren't for the extremely high risks and rewards of this mission, they wouldn't have brought a guy with an eye for money.

In addition, there are other factors that make everyone live in peace.

For example, the bald man, who had been a demigod for many years, was not sure how to subdue Shuster, who had inherited the speed power of Hermes, with one blow, let alone the deputy behind him who had become a demigod for the first time.

In fact, they are not bandits, but the strongest elites that Serifos can muster. They are shouldering a major trust from the king and cannot afford to lose anything.

Once both sides break up, it will be of no benefit to anyone.

"Okay, stop being so nagging and get to work quickly!"

The bald man calmed down his thoughts and waved his hands to issue orders. There were more than a dozen guards and workers around him, and they couldn't help but speed up the moving process.

Seeing the stone slabs and sculptures engraved with ancient secret texts being brought onto the ship, the strong man felt relieved a lot from the bleeding caused by the cutting of his flesh.

Although this mission did not find the [divine blood] that His Majesty the King wanted most, being able to find an abandoned temple on this deserted island was an unexpected gain.

As long as these and [that thing] can be safely transported ashore, it will be enough to make up for the losses and mistakes of this trip, and let everyone make a fortune.

While the bald man was thinking about the cool days after returning to the city, he couldn't help but look at the sculptures around him.

For some reason, he always felt that these sculptures on the island were weird, like...

——One by one, living people were forcibly stuffed into the stone shell.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the bald man couldn't help but shudder. He subconsciously shrank his neck and spoke to urge.

"Hurry up! We must load everything we can onto the ship before dark! As soon as Shuster comes back, we will return immediately!"

Everyone looked at the sun that was sinking towards the sea, and speeded up the movements of their hands.

About a quarter of an hour later, the bald man was pacing in place, feeling anxious.

Strange, why has it been so long and there is still no news from Shuster?
Could it be...

In an instant, the bald man put an end to the unfounded suspicions in his mind and comforted himself.

How is it possible? The blood of Hermes is the best at running away. As long as he wants to escape, almost no one can catch him!
Well, something must have happened that delayed it. Let’s wait and see.

Soon, the bald man calmed down and continued to direct his men to search for the secret treasures in the abandoned temple on the island.

At the same time, in the dark dense forest.

A blood descendant of Hermes looked at the dozens of bursting runes flickering under his feet, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Don't move, it will explode."

The kind reminder came. In the deep pit ahead, the "fallen corpse" that had attracted all of Shuster's attention was slowly getting up from the ground, turned around, dusted off the dust and dead leaves on its body, and smiled at him. , grinning with eight neat and white teeth.

"So, do you want to die? Or don't want to live?"

"..."

After hearing the two options, Shuster opened his mouth silently and his expression froze.

　No need to break up the big chapter, I only have 3000 words left, and there are still 3000 words left in the afternoon. I guarantee that I will finish today’s 8-word update before 6000 o’clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)