World of Gods

"but……"

Palos lowered her head suddenly, tears falling.

"I'll send you to the Giant Hills." Su Ye sighed.

"Perhaps, they won't show up..."

"Do you believe it yourself?" Su Ye stroked Palos' long hair.

"Well, I'll be with you until you start fighting, okay?" Palos raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes.

Su Ye slowly wiped Palos' tears and nodded.

"Then let's go!" Palos nodded vigorously.

Su Ye kissed her on the forehead, standing on the magic flying carpet surrounded by 120 demigods, and flew forward.

Titan gods are tall, and their **** city is also extremely large.

The ruins all over the ground are just rubble in the eyes of Titans, but in the eyes of humans, they are endless peaks, as short as tens of meters and as high as thousands of meters.

Arriving ten kilometers away from the rocky ruins, Su Ye began to summon his servants.

Diaotian, **** unicorn, ice wind queen, ghost hive, three **** dragons and champion **** knight.

The servants are outside, and the demigods are still disguised as metal soldiers, either around or in the sky.

Approaching the ruins, black shadows burst out from both sides, and finally formed an encirclement.

Most of the young aristocratic warriors were standing on the ruins, looking at Su Ye and Palos with a smile like a student spring outing.

And their hundreds of god-chosen entourages became the main force in the battle, surrounding Su Ye.

A strong heroic breath rushed to the sky.

The pale white vigorous rings visible to the naked eye spread across the heroes, like ripples on the lake, continuously spreading, meeting, and overlapping.

The white breath blows the sand and rocks, and the whirring wind pierces the eardrum.

In the process of overlapping the white rings of vigor, the breath of the heroes gradually increased.

One of the strongest forces of the Greek warrior, the hero is agitated.

With enough legends, heroes and demigods, every Greek hero will gain unparalleled power.

Enough to siege demigods.

Su Ye looked around the heroes present with a smile, occasionally showing surprise. Although there are no top heroes like Acdes or Achilles, there are famous heroes no less inferior to them.

Under the dark starry sky, the night wind hunts.

Tramon, one of the heroes of the Golden Fleece Expedition, stands high on the mountain.

His son Eas, known as one of the strongest of the young generation, can even head-to-head with Achilles, sitting beside him, stroking the yellowed lion head on his armor, and looking over calmly.

Peleus, Achilles' father, a city-state king, stands against a mountain wall.

Aglos, with his hands behind his back, walked slowly.

Brothers Idas and Linkus stood in the path of Su Ye, one with a spear and the other with a bow.

The Hercules Tifis side facing Su Ye, squatted on the ground, grabbed the star rock, and gently held it tightly. The fine sand dust flowed from his hand, spread out his hand, and the dust dissipated with the wind.

Agamemnon, who had been seen in the arena, was fully armed and gleaming like a gilded rooster.

His younger brother Menelaus looked at Su Ye mockingly, holding the helmet in his left hand and playing with the red mane on the top of the helmet in his right hand.

Leonidas and Pollux looked dim and sighed from time to time.

The little white face Castor looked guilty.

...

They are all first-class heroes, and their reputation in their respective city-states is only a little weaker than Hercules, not inferior to Achilles.

The blood of the gods in their bodies far exceeds that of ordinary heroes.

They have a title slightly higher than that of ordinary heroes.

God child hero!

They are half of Greece, and the other half are Acdes and Achilles.

Su Ye looked at these heroes with a faint smile, and said, "I really didn’t expect that when the Egyptians went north, they didn’t see you; when the Nordic people went south, they didn’t see you; when the Persians came east, they didn’t. To you. I, Su Ye, can attract all of you. I don’t know if this is my honor or if you are too good at fighting in the nest."

A very small number of young aristocrats have a look of shame on their faces. Those older heroes may have regrets, but most of them have a cold expression.

"Su Ye, you have to die! Palos, you still have a chance to cast the shadows!" A familiar voice sounded.

Su Yexun's reputation goes, Menelaus, the second prince of Mycenae, a demigod noble who was beaten badly by himself in the arena of Sparta.

"The little trash living in the crotch of the demigod family, do you dare to come over?" Su Ye smiled like a kind old neighbor.

Menelaus turned pale with anger.

The hero Aas sits on a 200-meter mountain with a light cloak behind him.

Beside him, Tramon with white temples crossed his arms.

Tramon let go of his arm, and a voice containing divine power spread throughout the audience.

"Su Ye, at this time, there is no need to say too much. We don't want to kill you, but the oracle is the highest." Tramon said.

Su Ye suddenly showed a sneer and said, "Tramon, right? When you participated in the Golden Fleece expedition and came back on the Argo, you remembered those dead friends and the paradise flying in the sky. Mark, do you want to say that the oracle is the highest?"

The expressions of many heroes on the scene changed drastically. At least one quarter of the scene had participated in the Golden Fleece expedition that year, and at least half of the rest were closely related to this quarter.

"You are still too young to know that the gods have planned the direction for you." Tramon said.

Su Ye nodded and said, "Yes, what you said is correct."

With that said, Su Ye stretched his finger and passed everyone in front of him.

"The gods have already planned the direction for you. You old heroes, in the direction planned by the gods, in the battlefield delineated by the gods, fight with beasts, fight with demons and demons, and even fight with the Greeks. After death, Enter heaven. Your son... Tramon, you participated in the Golden Fleece expedition. Where is your son Aas, what kind of expedition will he participate in? I think, is it the Persian expedition, the Egyptian expedition, or... the Troy expedition? "

Very few Greek heroes were shocked and looked at Su Ye in disbelief.

"Aas, then, your son will continue to participate in the next expedition just like you. Your grandson, your grandson's son, and your ancestors for generations will all walk on this path planned by the gods. Don’t you think this is a bit familiar? Pigs are like this too."

Su Ye smiled and looked around all the heroes.

All the nobles are unnamed and angry.

Su Ye's eyes were like looking at a group of pigs.

"So what? We are originally the people of the gods, and we are the lives created by the gods. Isn't it right to give everything to the gods?" Menelaus shouted.

"The problem is that humans are not created by gods. Gods can only create angel puppets without emotion." Su Yedao.

"You nonsense!" Menelaus said angrily.

"I'm not interested in listening to any **** oracle," Aas stood up suddenly, his skin under the stars like brass smeared with olive oil, "I came to this ruin just to fight you. Because Hercules said, You are now stronger than me, only weaker than Achilles and him."

"Hercules misunderstood." Su Ye smiled.

"Oh?" Aas' brown-green eyes were full of doubt.

"I am stronger than Achilles." Su Ye smiled.

Aas was taken aback for a moment and laughed.

Many nobles and heroes laughed...

All of their smiles suddenly solidified.

A full 150 legendary incarnations appeared behind Su Ye.

Almost everyone takes a step back instinctively.

"You guys may not be his opponent." Palos sighed.

"No, they can't even beat my apprentice servant. Di Aotian, Aas wants to challenge you." Su Ye said.

The three-meter-high Di Aotian twisted his neck, lifted up his big thick legs, and walked forward slowly.

Everyone in the audience looked over and looked at this monster in disbelief. The breath of a semi-sacred instrument rushed into the sky, and each hand was wearing three rows of magic rings. The uncovered position of the semi-sacred instrument, the pale red dragon scales were smooth and shiny.

This is a real demigod!

"What kind of race is this? A goblin is not like a goblin, a devil is not like a devil, and a dragon is not like a dragon." Leonida looked at Di Aotian dumbly.

"Dragon Goblin." Su Ye said.

"He is your apprentice servant? What kind of arrogant flame goblin is called?"

"Yes."

"Your servant can be promoted from an apprentice to a demigod, and you are a legend?"

"I am a hero magician."

Su Ye's voice made the hearts of all the nobles tremble.

Except for Socrates, Greece has never seen a heroic magician.

At this time, the dragon goblin Di Aotian stretched out his sharp index finger claws and hooked towards Aas.

"Su Ye~www.ltnovel.com~ Your humiliation makes me angry! I want to beat this big man of unknown race to death, put it into a ball, and then stuff it into your mouth to block your humiliation. Big talk!"

After Aas finished speaking, he was slightly short, slammed on the broken hill, and jumped high.

Wearing a golden armor, he was like a little giant, throwing his fist at Earth Aotian with his bare hands.

Threads of divine power gush out from behind him, condensing into a blood-colored sky densely covered with red clouds.

Demigod warfare system, crimson sky.

Only the descendants of Zeus can use the power.

Above his fist, blood-colored clouds surround, and the surging divine power roars and entangles, like a blood-colored thunder.

This punch can smash an entire city.

Di Aotian grinned, and jumped like a short body, and punched out. The magical power of the strong magical creatures turned into black flames all over his body, condensed in his right fist.

boom……

The two circles intersect, and the dazzling light bursts.

The hero Aas is like hitting a huge wall, flying backwards, crashing into the rocky hill, and the rock is flying.

Di Aotian just shook his figure, slowly falling down, gently shaking his sour right hand.

Everyone looked dull.

Including Palos.

Di Aotian and King Sledgehammer have always been very famous in Sparta. Whether they are priests or nobles, most of them pay attention to Spartan's gladiator king, and most of them have heard of this name.

"Su Ye, did you lie to them? He really is Di Aotian?" Palos asked.

"Kissing?" Di Aotian turned his head to look at the mistress in doubt.

Castor in the distance couldn't help saying: "It really is Di Aotian. When Di Aotian was black iron, I was Silver. Now, he is a demigod, and I am the sanctuary. I am not as good as a goblin. ?"

"Don't say it, it's not as good." Leonida rubbed his temples.