The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

A frontal impact is in line with their guiding ideology of supremacy of strength.

That is, "charge, charge at all costs"!

The Spartans even disdain to use a slight sideways body to outflank or something, as it insults the art of war.

It is imperative to promote stilling power.

"What is "disappearance"? "

In his own mind, Su Shu considered and organized the words of explanation.

"Dante, Virgil.

"You see the sea is right next to us."

Following the elder brother's voice.

The eyes of the two silver-haired teenagers also looked from the martial arts arena to the endless Ionian Sea beside them.

The bright sun shines on the endless sea level.

The white waves blown by the breeze float on the shoal near the coast, and the cascading waves spread out in circles

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The blazing sun hangs high, and all things grow.

The azure blue with white ripples is like the oil paint carefully drawn on the canvas by a superb painter.

"The so-called "disengagement force" is like the "sea".

"You shoot arrows and throw spears towards the sea, no matter how fast your strength is and no matter how sharp your arrows are, they will not harm the sea at all.

"The sea will only contain you, just as the stillness contains rough physical strength.

"I want to learn to "eliminate force". "

Su Shu said every word clearly.

"When fighting, imagine yourself as "water".

"Water is a soft and inclusive thing, but it can also sweep away everything.

"The so-called most soft thing is also the most rigid thing. The ultimate skill is the ultimate violence."

Looking at the contemplative frowning expressions of the two brothers.

A slightly educated king of Sparta, he felt that it was necessary for him to assist his son in teaching.

"You're too polite, Kratos.

"Your words can indeed make people feel the artistic conception, but for these two boys, they don't understand."

"Let's ditch the red tape and let's speak up!"

I heard that my father hit the nail on the head.

Su Shu nodded suddenly.

That's right.

He found that he had indeed fallen into a misunderstanding in thinking.

I am so used to teaching clock tower magic that I feel that everyone is a cultural person.

"Extreme "skills""

Su Shu stretched out his hand, held his palm, stretched out his bones and let out a soothing explosion.

"To put it simply, it is to absorb strength, borrow strength, and achieve the transmission of strength through almost no cumbersome movements."

"Just by talking about it, you two stupid brothers can't understand."

Leonidas drew out a wooden sword and weighed it in his hand.

The old red-haired father smiled brightly at his eldest son.

"As a father, do you want to be a little stronger?

"After all, I have practiced with you a lot, and I have gained some experience as a father, Kratos.

To the boy with black hair.

Just like Vortigern in the past.

Leonidas, raised the tip of the wooden sword.

"Kratos, physique is no obstacle at all, you are a Spartan who will revolutionize Sparta.

"My father absolutely believes that you will definitely become the strongest demon hunter."

Son, what a dazzling brilliance.

Leonidas sighed with emotion.

This time, he was the communicator, not the teacher.

The King of Sparta said with a bright smile.

"Come, Kratos, teach your brothers! Teach me too!"

With a reassuring, happy smile.

The black-haired boy held the hilt of his sword with both hands.

"Ask your father to teach you."

voice over

The lingering sound of the boy seemed to disappear in the wind.

Su Shu's peaceful gaze.

Slowly, slowly, inch by inch froze.

The bright sunlight was suddenly stained with gray and decadent colors.

On the clear sky, dark clouds quietly gathered.

The flesh and blood of the cyst began to rise up on the sea surface.

An instant moment.

Then it swelled into a monstrosity as tall as a hill.

There are hundreds of various war weapons that bloom like a fan on the back.

Countless human skulls howled and screamed on his body.

In Su Shu's frozen eyes.

The huge monstrosity raised its hand and threw a long spear violently.

boom--

The turbulent tide surged to both sides.

It was so violent, like the majestic impact of the earth screaming, it came straight to this side.

In Su Shu's frozen eyes.

The impact of the demon of war crushed the smiling body of Leonidas in an instant.

roar.roar.

It was as if the sob was in the vocal cords, and was slowly torn apart.

The black-haired boy stood there blankly.

Looking at all this, it was happening again in front of my eyes.

His trembling and outstretched fingertips failed to grab even an inch of his father's flesh and blood.

In front of Su Shu's eyes, blood burst out.

The blood rained all over the sky.

It turned into bright red petals, flying and dancing.

Dante's roar and Virgil's cry came from the edge of the ear.

"Give me back Virgil!!!"

"Brother help me—"

Su Shu suddenly turned his gaze away.

Only the red-haired girl gently caressed her white hands in the wedding scene where petals were flying and falling.

Su Shu stared at her blankly.

Looking at Myrrine, her soft fingertips stroked up.

Wipe away for myself, the tears streaming down my cheeks.

In Myrrine's red pupils, there seemed to be circles of strange circular ripples.

The face of childhood sweetheart.

It also seemed that in this trance dream, she gradually became more and more similar to the dominant goddess.

"Why are you crying, Kratos?"

People cheered like a wave.

父

In the gratified and joyful sight of my dear.

Athena in front of her smiled at Su Shu.

"Obviously we held a wedding."

boom--

The violent fist, which almost caused a burst of air-shattering sonic boom, suddenly hit the bride's face.

Like a heavy hammer, hitting the mirror.

square, wedding, petals

Even everything around was instantly shattered.

Cracks spread in the void like a spider web, and the entire space collapsed inch by inch. The light projected from the cracks showed a psychedelic color like a dream.

click-

The gorgeous dream finally shattered like a mirror.

"hiss"

"call"

Su Shu supported his forehead, breathing heavily.

In the quiet moonlight bedroom of the royal palace, he sat up slowly.

However, the next second

Suddenly, the voice of a familiar, soft and charming woman came from beside him, causing his blood pressure to rise.

"Why resist me, Kratos?"

Gentle, warm arms like fat jade slightly wrapped around the boy's neck.

The goddess's slender and bright wrists are like frost and snow, like the cast porcelain that the world's most perfect craftsmen love to vomit blood, and the jade is full of gold.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he slowly turned his gaze away.

Immediately, they met, the beautiful and charming beauty who seemed to be blinking obediently, with long orange hair hanging around her fair neck.

Athena.

With treacherous and inexplicable, gentle and subtle, mixed with a little majesty and holy, a kind of aura that belongs to the goddess.