Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 330 Teammates Must Die (4.1k)

On the battlefield.

As the earth and stone puppets blocking the front turned into debris on the ground, large sections of the city walls of the Thessaly Royal City collapsed, leaving only the golden magic barrier erected by Loen, which became the last bulwark.

Become!

Looking at the shivering lambs behind the endless cities and ruins on the horizon, the giants greedily breathed in the fresh smell that filled the air and cheered excitedly.

Antaeus, who had been bounced away earlier, got up from the ground and looked at the thin layer of light-like barrier with a sinister smile.

Even a ritual spell cast by a god could not resist the large-scale combined impact of both the beast tide and the giant spirits at the same time.

"Go ahead and crush these bugs!"

As he spoke, the towering giant took the lead and rushed towards the Royal City of Thessaly, driving groups of magical beasts towards the gap leading to the interior of the city. One by one, the giants who had come to their senses took heavy steps and followed closely behind.

As the mighty black wave was about to submerge the city, hundreds of bronze chariots rolled over the collapsed ruins and charged towards the densely packed monsters and giants.

The rotating wheels made a thunderous roar, and hundreds of galloping divine bulls plunged into the enemy's formation, knocking away large numbers of magical beasts along the way and trampling them into meat paste.

Several giants who were driving the monsters to attack the city became furious upon seeing this. They bulged their black rock-like muscles, strode forward, their scarlet eyes flashing like dancing flames, and wielded crude and huge weapons such as stone knives, giant clubs, and bone axes, and chopped down in a staggered manner.

"Great god Zeus, your wisdom and your majesty are here!"

King Admetus, sitting on the bronze chariot, drew out the bronze dagger engraved with an inscription, chanted a blessing, and swung it forward.

In an instant, light patterns floated on the bodies of the divine bulls, and purple thunderbolts condensed under their trampling iron hooves. At the same time, with incredible speed and flexibility, they avoided the falling weapons. Then, with sharp sounds and fierce lightning, they broke through the air, leaving behind a field of cut and torn broken arms and limbs.

Seeing the gap in the formation of the monsters and giants outside the city being broken, the anxious soldiers and residents in the city were greatly encouraged and cheered excitedly for their king and warriors.

Loen, who was responsible for maintaining the magic barrier, looked at the vanguard that was swimming upstream among the beasts and giants. His eyes fell on Admetus's somewhat thin body, and flickered slightly.

Among all the Greek kings he had ever met, the Lord of Thessaly could only be described as mediocre in terms of both strategy and combat capability. In fact, he was not thorough enough in either good or bad aspects.

However, he is surrounded by companions who are better and more powerful than him.

Telamon drove him, Katniss held his shield...

The god of light Apollo was willing to bow his head for him, his beautiful wife Alcestis was willing to die for him, and the great hero Hercules was willing to fight the god of death for him...

Like the king of Arcadia, he feared death, but never abandoned his duties.

And it was precisely because of this persistence that he reached heights that ordinary heroes could not reach. Even Loen at this moment had a slight liking for this ordinary king.

"Everyone listen up, behind us is our city, our relatives and friends, we have nowhere to retreat!"

At this moment, Admetus brandished his dagger and gave a loud and passionate shout to the God's Blood Guards who followed him into battle.

"If the fortress collapses, we will become the wall! If the spearhead is broken, we will become the weapon! Charge forward and crush them!"

As the king's sword fell, Telamon whipped the chariot and drove the sacred bull forward. Katniss held up her shield and spear to guard the flank.

The two Thessalian heroes of divine blood protected their king, like a bright banner piercing the heart of the enemy.

They saw the monarch they served stand up and the hero they praised break the way forward.

The blood of the God-Blood Guards was boiling with enthusiasm. They grabbed their weapons and followed the king and the heroes, continuing to charge forward, trying to break through the formations of the monsters and giants and relieve the pressure on the front battlefield.

"court death!"

Antaeus, the leader of the army, was furious when he saw that the creatures he regarded as ants dared to resist.

He immediately leaped forward, and his majestic body wrapped in a water-blue halo smashed into the galloping bronze chariots like a falling meteorite.

Boom!

As the monster waved its arms vigorously, two chariots that were unable to dodge were thrown into the air and then fell heavily into the group of monsters.

Several dizzy divine blood warriors were dragged out of the chariot by the surrounding monsters and giants before they could react, and were torn into pieces on the ground.

Antaeus looked at his masterpiece, took a deep breath of the bloody smell in the air, grinned, and once again swung his fist at the chariot in the front that was carrying King Admetus and the two Thessalian heroes, ready to completely crush the lambs' insignificant resistance.

"boom!"

A thunderous explosion sounded in the battle formation, and sand and rocks flew everywhere on the ground, forming an ether storm visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, a figure as tall as a mountain flew backwards, stirring up dust all over the ground. Dozens of magical beasts of all sizes on the path were unable to dodge in time and turned into pools of scarlet minced meat.

In front of the bronze chariot, a 2.5-meter-tall, muscular man stood tall, holding his fist.

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

Cheers as loud as landslides and tsunamis were heard in the city. The common people, soldiers, and heroes who were watching the battle all applauded the son of Zeus who had accomplished many great deeds in the legend.

"Just charge forward without worry, I'll take care of this!"

Hercules smiled and twisted his wrist, then stepped forward, drew the dark axe and sword on his back, and stood in front of the leading giant Antaeus.

Upon hearing this, Admetus felt relieved and immediately reorganized the formation, ordering his Divine Blood Guards to continue to follow him in the charge.

As long as the giants' formation can be broken, these driven monsters will fall into chaos and flee in all directions.

By then, the frontal pressure on Thessaly will be greatly reduced, and it will have a chance to catch its breath.

"Don't even think about running, bug!"

Antaeus got up from the ground, looked at the bronze convoy in the smoke and dust with gritted teeth, and tried to rush up to intercept it.

"Your opponent is me!"

Hercules roared, swung his huge axe and sword, stepped forward, and collided heavily with Antaeus.

As soon as the two figures came into contact with each other, the powerful divine power burst out and formed a visible shock wave. Dozens of nearby monsters exploded with blood mist, and they turned into pools of splattered meat without even having time to scream.

This guy!
Antaeus was repelled once again, and he looked at the deep scratch on his chest that was so deep that the bone was visible, and he was filled with resentment.

He is a Titan born from the interweaving of the sea god Poseidon and the earth goddess Gaia. Because of his powerful bloodline talent, he was born with strength and divinity that ordinary giants could not reach. He thought that with the disappearance of the gods, he would be invincible under the dual divinity of the ocean and the earth. Unexpectedly, when attacking a small human city, he actually ran into someone who could wrestle with him.

How can a mere half-blood demigod be qualified to be compared with me?
Antaeus felt extremely humiliated, and immediately pushed the divinity in his body to the extreme, wrapped in a halo of ochre and aqua blue, and rushed towards Hercules who was blocking his way.

In the process of moving, the wound on his body that was deep enough to see the bone had completely healed. The weight of the ocean and the heaviness of the earth intertwined and stirred around his body, forming gravity ripples visible to the naked eye.

"Just in time!"

Hercules laughed heartily, his rugged face showing waves of excitement.

As the son of Zeus, he was born powerful, and with the instruction of his teacher Perseus, his fighting skills have reached perfection. Therefore, no matter whether it is the rebellious beasts, the dormant monsters, or the descendants of the old gods, almost no one can stop his full strength.

It was a rare opportunity to encounter a target worthy of being called an opponent on the battlefield of Thessaly. Hercules was overjoyed and immediately threw down the nameless axe and sword in his hands, swinging his fists to fight against Antaeus who was rushing towards him.

The two gods, one big and one small, who were famous for their bravery, abandoned fancy techniques and chose to fight each other punch by punch.

The surging divine power rushed in all directions like a huge wave, and deafening explosions rang out. Wherever the two of them went, there was a mess, and no matter whether it was magic beasts, humans, or giants, they were all killed by the aftermath of the battle.

For a moment, the bystanders were afraid of becoming innocent victims, so they all retreated and stayed away from these two plague gods who were firing their map cannons.

Finally, two humanoid monsters with incredible destructive power broke away from the core area and moved to the distant wilderness.

The bloody and depressing atmosphere on the field suddenly eased, and both sides of the war felt that each other seemed to be much kinder.

But after a brief respite, more intense fighting ensued.

"Without that monster, let's see what you can do!"

The giants laughed wildly, brandished huge and crude weapons, drove away the magical beasts, and rushed towards the God's Blood Guards led by Admetus, ready to completely destroy this human army that attempted to resist.

As the number of monsters and giants increased, the resistance around them became stronger and stronger, and the charging chariot team gradually slowed down. King Admetus, Caenis and Telamon stood back to back with each other, hacking and killing the nearby monsters and trying to kill the giants that drove away these monsters.

However, the monster that emerged from the depths of the earth seemed to have endless vitality.

The three men saw with their own eyes a giant whose head they had pierced. Even though his red and white brain matter was exposed, his body was still alive and kicking. The wound, which was fatal enough, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye as time passed.

Gradually, Admetus and his Blood Guards seemed overwhelmed and began to suffer a bitter battle.

"on!"

"Kill them!"

"Eat them!"

The giants saw the tired figures on the field and excitedly moved forward to surround them.

As descendants of gods with divinity, their flesh and souls contain powerful spirituality and magic. For the giants, they are a supreme delicacy that can not only enhance their strength but is also sweet and delicious.

Just as these giants, dominated by appetite and evil thoughts, gathered around Admetus and others and prepared to eat, the group of monsters that were originally driven around the royal city suddenly retreated in another direction like a river flood released from a sluice gate.

what happened?

The giants turned their dull heads and looked into the distance, and suddenly discovered that a troop that had penetrated their formation from the side had actually broken through it and led the monsters that were blocking the formation out.

Success...

Loen looked at the colorful flags of the team in the distance and the Spartan twins leading them. He nodded slowly and lowered his arms that had been raised quietly.

The appearance and attack of the giants were too sudden, and they also drove away a large number of magical beasts.

After two attacks, large sections of the royal city's walls collapsed, leaving it almost undefendable.

Once these monsters are allowed into the city, the limited military forces in the city will not be able to form an effective defense, and a large number of civilians without combat effectiveness will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

Therefore, Admetus and others planned to expel the monsters from the beginning and deal with the limited number of giants alone.

But the problem is that the giants and monsters are mixed together, and it is not easy to break the formation of these monsters from the front.

Therefore, Loen proposed an effective strategy to the King of Thessaly - to make a feint to the east and attack in the west.

That is, send a part of the soldiers to increase momentum, charge into the enemy camp from the front, and attract the attention of the giants.

The other team rushed out at the critical moment, detoured from the flank, broke through the formation of the giants, and drove the monsters gathered there back into the mountains and forests.

After a brief thought, everyone voted unanimously to pass the proposal.

But when it comes to how to arrange the two teams, everyone is inevitably hesitant.

There is no doubt that the force responsible for luring the enemy head-on is in great danger, and if they are not careful, they may be wiped out.

This dangerous and arduous task made the heroes somewhat worried.

However, what Loen did not expect was that Admetus, the legendary King of Thessaly who was afraid of death, actually took the initiative to take on the task of luring the enemy with his Divine Blood Guards.

"The land of Thessaly should be protected by the Thessalians. If we ourselves are not willing to shed blood for our homeland, how can we ask guests from afar to sacrifice themselves?"

At that time, Loen was quite surprised to hear this frank explanation and asked the King of Thessaly a question.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

And the mediocre king smiled and gave an equally frank answer.

"I am afraid of death, but I am more afraid of dying meaninglessly!"

With the king's example, both the strategy of luring the enemy and the strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west went smoothly.

Even Antaeus, who was supposed to lead the giants, was led away by Hercules, further exacerbating the chaos among the giant group.

As the attention of these monsters was completely attracted by the team of the King of Thessaly, the Spartan twins, with the divine blood heroes coming to support from various city-states, broke through the flanks of the giants, drove the chaotic group of monsters back into the mountains and forests through the gap, and by the way further divided the formation of the giants.

At this moment, everything is ready and it is time to counterattack.

Lorne slowly gathered his arms and swung them forward.

The temple priests and magicians who had already gathered around the defense line sang the words of God and projected brilliant flames and spell bombs towards the dizzy groups of giants and monsters.

(End of this chapter)