Volume 1 Chapter 238 The Massacre of the Nine Muses
The 108th Dwarf King, who ruled Storm Kingdom for a thousand years, died too suddenly.
No one could react.
They suddenly realized that Mr. No. 1, who seemed to be a good guy in the legend, was actually not that easy to talk to.
"Go back! Don't come over here!"
"Who told you to charge? Get back now!"
"Members of the Hound Clan, please don't come here again!"
"......"
The controlled leaders of various ethnic groups roared at the armies from all directions.
The dwarf king said he would die, and their army charged towards Lynch. Who knows what will happen if Lynch gets angry?
At this moment, they all regretted the orders they issued to their troops before coming.
Unfortunately, their roars at the top of their lungs had no effect. Their strength was suppressed by the Nine Muses, and the sound of their bodies shouting alone was easily drowned out by the roar of iron hooves trampling the earth.
With nearly 200,000 troops, the only thing they knew was that the leader of their race had been kidnapped.
They just wanted to completely surround Lynch and then negotiate.
Unfortunately, for Lynch and others, this was a provocation.
As a huge army was approaching, Lynch narrowed his eyes and slowly floated up into the sky. The Nine Muses and Hercules followed Lynch into the air, surrounded him, and faced the huge army.
The strong wind seemed to be blown by the huge army, making Lynch's khaki robe rustle.
The hair of Hercules and the Nine Muses was blown up, and various magic circles appeared in their abdomens, slowly circling.
The enemies coming from all directions were like a sandstorm in the desert, capable of sweeping away the mere hundreds of people in the Land of God's Grace at any time.
Facing this yellow wave, the people of the Land of God's Grace held their weapons tightly, ready to fight at any time.
"Do it."
Lynch looked down from a high place and gave an order.
"Yes, Father God!"
The gods nodded with cold eyes.
The nine Muses are in charge of the arts.
Calliope the Great Flower was in charge of the epic poem, holding a stylus and a wax board, tapping gently. A white magic circle appeared in the air, and the shadows of heroes from history emerged from the magic circle and rushed into the distance.
Erhua Clios was in charge of history, holding a scroll, wearing a laurel wreath, and chanting. A yellow magic circle appeared, exuding an ancient aura, and old weapons and chariots swept in all directions.
Oterpo, the three-flowered goddess, is in charge of poetry and music. She holds a flute and a flower basket on her arm. When she plays music, the petals in the basket flutter in all directions. Where the petals fall, runes appear.
The four-flowered Terpsichore holds singing and dancing, holding ivy in one hand and a lyre in the other, dancing alone in the sky. Her singing and graceful dancing charm the mind.
Eratos the Master plays solo and love poems, holding the harp in his hands and plucking it gently.
Rikka Melpomene is in charge of tragedy and elegy. She has a mask of sorrow on her face and holds a dagger. When she dances alone, countless phantoms appear on her body and rush towards the attacking army.
Nanaka Talia is the opposite of Rokka, in charge of comedy and pastoral songs. She wears a comedy mask on her face and beats a tambourine with both hands. Countless vines sprout from the ground, easily breaking up the army's formation.
The Eight Flower Polyhymnias was in charge of hymns and rhetoric, and he wore a veil on his head and chanted hymns. When the foreign tribes heard the hymns, they turned on their allies.
Urania the Little Flower is in charge of astronomy and astrology. In front of her is a planetarium and a compass. When she turns the planetarium slightly, the ground collapses and cracks.
Art can kill.
The ancient heroes awakened and joined the battlefield. The weapons moved in the air, leaving blood everywhere. Wherever the petals touched, there were lives that died.
The singing of the nine Muses was sweet to the ears; just nine of them sang out the bitterness and pain of life in the world; but at this moment, what was wanted was the lives of these 200,000 soldiers.
Holkes, who was charging forward with a long sword in his hand, was stunned. Halfway through, he looked at the soldiers falling one after another, then looked at the super-level sword in his hand. He was stunned for a long time, then he lowered his head and returned behind Lynch in embarrassment.
It's OK in single combat, but in group attack, even if there are 100 Hercules, they can't kill them as fast as the Nine Muses...
Lin Qi blinked his eyes and murmured, "Amazing! This power is almost as powerful as the magic I spent two days creating."
After returning to Lynch's side, Hercules heard what Lynch said and put on a mask of pain on his face.
This is the ultimate skill of the Nine Muses - the end of art!
It took more than 100,000 years to perfect it to the current level!
For countless years, the Nine Muses have never been willing to kill for anyone, but today, they started a killing spree.
One kill means more than 200,000 aliens...
The land was still crumbling, the screams were still ringing, and the song of the Nine Muses was still ringing until the very end.
The Nine Muses sighed with pity.
Killing is not their wish, but those who offend God the Father will die!
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"......"
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Many powerful alien warriors looked at all this with pale faces, their minds were blank and they were silent for a long time.
This was the power of God. No matter how strong they were, it was extremely difficult for them to break through the limits of their race. Under such power, they were desperate, with only fear in their hearts.
As for the previous blackmail against Lynch, the excitement of getting the benefits turned into regret.
In fact, not many of their troops died.
There were many big shots from various races in the Forgotten Land present, and they only brought a small number of people with them.
What really scares them is the power of God.
Only God can fight against God.
This is God's war.
There were also several gods and demigods with pale faces floating in the sky, watching the massacre.
It's different from what those racial bigwigs think.
In their view, a war between the new gods and the old gods has begun.
The massacre in the Forgotten Land was a war started by the old gods, who declared war on the new gods.
They could already imagine that the war between the old and new gods, plus the war between hell and heaven, would bring unrest to the world.
The Aegean continent is a dormant volcano, and now, this volcano has completely erupted!
In their opinion, the mastermind behind the scenes is the one Lynch mentioned - Zeus!
"I never thought that Zeus, who hid so deeply, would have such courage."
A god frowned.
"We should go back to heaven. This matter is far from being that simple. The death of 200,000 soldiers must be paid for with blood."
"Go to heaven!"
"Bring our race from heaven down here. The Land of Oblivion will become our base camp!"
"Fortunately, we thought about this day hundreds of thousands of years ago and were ready for it."
"......"
The new gods talked to each other, looked deeply at the gods of the Land of God's Grace, and flew away into the distance.
Lynch, looking at the mess on the scene, opened the door of space, and brought those alien bosses and those interviewers with complicated emotions back to the land of God's grace.
The purpose of this trip to the forgotten land has been completely achieved.
Long before, Lynch had received intelligence that the Land of Oblivion was planning to attack the human world. His goal was to rule the world, and this time, his ultimate goal was to issue a challenge.
All the recruitment and poaching are fake.
If that were the case, Lin would not have wasted so much time and made such a big fuss.
War means death.
This time he also received a lot of rewards, abundant despair coins, and new labor.
as well as...
Lynch took a look at these Forgotten Land bosses who were offering their heads for dead, and it was time to blackmail them.