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

The Spartan front is advancing steadily, and they are preparing to establish a stable stronghold in hell.

The roaring, well-known demon raised his bony sharp knife and stabbed a frontline Spartan soldier straight through the chest.

Obviously put it in the past.

Such a weak human being, after receiving such a fatal injury, would immediately struggle to death and become his own dessert.

however

The Spartan warrior in front of him suddenly burst out with majestic strength like a flash of light, and broke his bone knife suddenly.

In the almost frozen eyes of the bone demon.

The Spartan warrior in front of him let out a roar of coughing up blood towards the sky.

He is calling—

Call to his God, his Lord, give him attention, give him love!

Is he calling for the pity of Ares?

No, Ares' pity is useless at all.

In Sparta, who will love the soldiers, the answer has long been

Couldn't be clearer.

"Dear Kratos Sparta!

"You are the Lord of War!

"You are the God of Courage!

"You are the embodiment of all power and glory in the world!

"Your loyal Spartan warriors, hereby pray for your blessing!"

boom--

Scarlet blood-like flames emanated from the warrior's body and burst out.

In the blank eyes of the bone demon.

What He pierced through the heart, this Spartan warrior, had the terrible fatal wound on his chest, and instantly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Muscles all over his body suddenly gathered, and his already burly figure swelled up a big circle again, and he slammed the spear in his hand, directly piercing through the heart of the bone demon.

demon:

what is this?

It is completely difficult for their minds dominated by bloodthirsty instincts to understand such a weird situation.

Who is the devil?

Such a state of affairs.

It's happening all over the place, on the hellish battlefield like a meat grinder.

The blood is sacrificed to the holy sword, and the skull is sacrificed to the god seat.

Every demon corpse is a spoil of Spartan warriors and a tribute to His Royal Highness Kratos.

The Spartan army sacrificed to Su Shu with the flesh and blood of the devil.

Su Shu's blessings rained down on the entire battlefield.

The king of Sparta bestowed on his soldiers the courage and strength to rise steadily, and sublimated them into his God's Chosen.

The more demons he kills and the braver he is, the more he can be promoted and become his champion.

The demon hunters who saw the Spartans doing this also started to follow suit with envious expressions.

Bathed in Su Shu's blessing, the battlefield showed an almost overwhelming massacre.

The bloody light that symbolizes the god of courage, Kratos, spread continuously on the territory of hell.

The most elite fighters and demon hunters, who were carefully selected, rushed into hell.

The rest of the soldiers stayed on the Spartan side.

Some demons who had escaped by chance crouched and crawled on the edge of the meat grinder, and passed through the crack of hell, trying to steal some snacks from the opposite side of the door.

then.

On the vast, circular battlefield, they saw an army that was waiting solemnly like an iron wall.

demon:

Su Shu's burly divine body sat on the throne of the battlefield of hell.

The violent blood and carved skulls continued to spread on his golden throne.

That is the majestic faith gathered together, and the magic power of the sacrifices made by the soldiers.

At this moment, there is no need for him to slaughter himself.

Su Shu was digesting the surging power, suppressing his tyranny.

Aatrox roared excitedly, it devoured these beliefs and magic power with the characteristics of the star crest, and the screams of the demons brought it rare comfort and comfort.

The black-haired boy was sitting on the sky of hell, the highest point of the entire battlefield.

The golden figure of the Dao King seems to be able to give the soldiers infinite courage and strength.

at last

The demons who knew no fear were also killed and fled in terror.

After that, it was reflected in the eyes of the King of Sparta, a massacre.

Also like a tide of demons coming in, rushing away——

With the entire battlefield, it was wiped out.

Demon corpses as high as a hill were piled up next to the gate of hell.

Every time the gate of hell opens and closes, it will lead to the immediate area, so we must work hard to maintain its stable operation.

The demon's corpse is a good source of pure magic power, which can be used to fill and maintain the cracks in hell, and serve as fuel for the gates of hell.

Devil's blood is also a rare magic material, which can be used to draw various magic circles.

The bones and flesh of the devil can be used to make all kinds of weapons and armor. The monsters have to hunt them down painstakingly, but the devil will come up and send them by themselves!

Demons are simply precious resources!

Under the night, standing on the iron wall, Su Shu looked at this scene with great satisfaction, and the result of the battle was even better than he imagined.

In this battle, the Spartan side suffered almost negligible casualties.

His spirit directly monitors the entire battlefield. Once all the Spartan warriors who believe in him fall into a disadvantage, he will directly bless and kill them on the spot—let all the demons with names and names yell at them, The king of Sparta has no martial arts.

Even if it was an injury that even his blessings could not heal.

Outside the gates of hell, there is the most elite medical team in Greece. Asclepius, as the attending physician, will pick up any broken limbs on the spot, and give birth to a new one if the kidneys are gone.

It's a pity that those most troublesome demons with reason and fame don't dare to trouble Su Shu, a god-killer.

The rest, almost only the instinctive demon soldiers, naturally evolved into a one-sided massacre.

There is no way, after all, it is the home field of hell.

Demons can be resurrected, they have the love of hell.

Then, Su Shu could only move himself over to suppress the battle.

He is the fountain of warriors.

The place where he stands is "Sparta".

Now in the middle of the city-state of Sparta, a hell rift of unprecedented scale has opened.

According to news from various city-states, the frequency of demon infestation they are receiving today is much lower than in the past.

Su Shu was also able to verify his own thoughts - he directly occupied most of the entire hell's webway, and those demons who wanted to come to the world could only use the passage here in Sparta.

The continuous offensive from hell will surely come like a tide, but the Spartans, no one will be afraid of it now.

Today's results.

Let the whole land of Greece begin to spread the reputation of Kratos as the God of Courage.

Those foreign warriors and demon hunters who did not believe in him, after this battle, also developed a feeling of faith in Su Shu like a gurgling stream.

Cleaning, the bloody smell that makes people's hearts surge.

Alternately, the army guards and shifts in front of the gates of hell.

Sparta cheered to celebrate the victory, and celebrated the birthday of His Royal Highness Kratos, and the whole city-state was decorated with lights.

Take it from the devil, use it from the devil.

What a genius perpetual motion machine!

Olympus, should award itself the Nobel Prize!

The night sky was cloudless and starry.

Standing on the highest point of the iron wall, Su Shu slowly raised his eyes and looked at the towering Olympus Mountain.

His gaze seemed to have penetrated those misty clouds and mist, and he cast his eyes directly on the God of War Temple, where the holy flame was fluttering.

he knows.

The former God of War must be watching him.

Facing the direction of Mount Olympus.

The black-haired young virtuous king slowly raised his hand, smiled violently, and wiped his neck.

"Your mother, Ares."

He said with a smile.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to wring your head off and put it in your ●eye."

Looking at the flying flames, the black-haired boy had a grin on his face.

Listening to him, the words that can be called the ultimate insult.

Bang-!

Ares slammed the table, causing the wine in front of him to spill out.

"K! Ray! Do! S!!!"

The black-haired beauty in a blood-colored armor waved her hand violently, and the hot magma-like divine power burst into the air, gathering a red spear all over her body.

She raised her hand, and as long as she hit it, she would be able to create an attack like a Tunguska explosion in Sparta, completely smashing that arrogant kid, together with his city-state, into a pile of ruins.

Wrist trembling.

The woman's familiar, soft and charming voice resounded faintly in Ares' ears.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, my dear sister."

Athena smiled.

"Fuck you! Athena!"

Ares raised his hand suddenly, and was about to throw the spear out.

boom--

In the deep space of the dome of the Temple of War, a divine thunder suddenly fell, shattering the flaming spear in Ares's hand, and electrifying her whole body so that it was scorched from the outside to the inside.

"Next time, it's not a warning."

The solemn, cold, and emotionless mechanical voice resounded in the War God Temple.

"Zeus - Si -!!!"