Chapter 331: Bandits, definitely bandits! (5.1k)
The holy words are chanted in the city and the stars in the sky are falling.
The battlefield was hit hardest by the large-scale saturation bombardment of magic and divine arts. Suddenly, flames rose up and stretched for dozens of miles. The flesh and blood of monsters and the remains of giants were thrown high into the air, turning into a flying blood rain, which scattered down in pieces.
Driven by their biological instinct, the stunned monsters turned around and rushed towards the gap opened by the divine blood heroes, trying their best to stay away from the fiery purgatory under the city.
"Direction: Due East, 200 meters away, spearmen are harassing us, drive these beasts to the central area!"
"Southeast direction, distance 300 meters, archers, shoot at 45 degrees!"
"Southwest, 500 meters away, cast three sections of etiquette spell!"
Loen, standing in front of the city, took in the overall situation. Through the resonance spells that lit up in front of him, he gave clear and concise instructions to the magicians, temple priests and ordinary soldiers in their respective positions in an orderly manner.
The defenders, united as one, carried out the orders they heard in a tense and orderly manner, continued to increase the chaos of the monster group, and drove them to attack the formation of the giants in the opposite direction.
Seeing this scene, Loen nodded with satisfaction.
Since he was a teacher at the Academy of Athens and the originator of the whole plan of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, and the entire collapsed defense line of Thessaly needed him and Medea to support it, King Admetus simply handed over the power of command in battle to him before going out to lure the enemy.
Originally, appointments made on the spot were a taboo, but fortunately, the Academy of Athens had many talented students all over the world, not only foreign aid from the surrounding city-states, but also many local magicians and divine blood warriors in Thessaly, who were all graduates of the Academy of Athens.
Therefore, with the cooperation of these students, Loen easily achieved his strategic goals.
As the out-of-control monsters launched a counter-charge, the already rough formation of the giants was torn into pieces. In addition, without the control of their leader Antaeus, the entire group of giants had almost no formation at all. They just huddled together and fought on their own.
Seeing this, the twin brothers, who had received professional Spartan military education, immediately brightened their eyes, pulled the reins in their hands, drew out the golden sword representing light, and swung forward.
"Go! Kill these ground rats!"
The griffin, a mythical beast with an eagle's head, front claws and wings and a lion's body, hind legs and tail, pulled a bronze chariot engraved with sun patterns and rushed towards the chaotic giants.
Apollo is currently on several volcanic islands, competing with Hephaestus for the belief in fire and light. In addition, the main god of Thessaly is Zeus, and a lean camel is bigger than a horse, so he is temporarily unable to spare the time to support his king friend.
Although he sent his twin brothers over, the previous experience of the Spartan trio almost overturning in Arcadia made the God of Light realize that the shadow of the old gods seemed to be behind the disasters in various places, and that the difficulty and crisis were not small.
Therefore, when the Spartan twins finished their trip to Arcadia and reported to him, the God of Light was not stingy and rewarded the twin brothers with his latest chariot, the tamed mythical beast Griffin, and two golden swords that embodied his divinity.
Together with the holy clothes from Athens, the twin brothers were now dressed in divine clothes. Not only did they each display fighting power that was no weaker than that of gods, they also became the most dazzling and cool targets on the entire battlefield.
Some giants with not so smart brains could not help but mistake the two men for the real King of Thessaly, and surrounded them with screams and howls. The real King of Thessaly, Admetus, felt much less pressure.
In fact, not only the enemy, but also several temple priests on the front line were dazzled by the golden light of the Spartan twins, and subconsciously threw several falling lightning in their direction.
This is what is meant by "pretending to be struck by lightning".
Looking at the Spartan twins who had become the target of public criticism and were cursing in the chaos, Loen suddenly thought of his brother-in-law who had been almost pulled bald by him, and shook his head jokingly.
As expected, they were brought up by Apollo. They have the same style as him. It seems that they can be developed into professional meat shields in the future, specifically responsible for taunting and attracting hatred.
Fortunately, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand.
Although the golden Spartan twins attracted hatred, it also made it easy for the surrounding God-Blood heroes to find the flag and subconsciously follow in their direction.
Javelins were shot, arrows flew through the air, swords were swung... Under the chaotic punches of the divine blood heroes, all the fighting giants were chopped to the ground one after another.
"Be careful of the earth divinity in them! Keep them clean and don't let them heal!"
Hearing the reminder from the fortress, the heroes paused for a moment, then turned into dismemberment fiends, hacking and slashing at the fallen giants without mercy, until the giants turned into a pile of meat paste unable to move and regenerate. Only then did they stop and swiftly picked up some valuable bits and pieces from the giants' bodies from the blood and put them into the magic circle as trophies.
Even the scattered monsters around could not escape the beating and looting by this team.
Looking at the group of Divine Blood heroes on the battlefield who were like a swarm of locusts but whose marching speed was not affected at all, Loen couldn't help but make fun of them.
Well, this is called professionalism.
"Our allies are coming. Let's go, kill them and join them!"
At this time, King Admetus saw that the situation had completely reversed, so he drew his dagger and called on the God-Blood Guards around him and the God-Blood heroic gang led by the Spartan twins to launch a pincer attack, preparing to completely annihilate the few remaining giants on the field.
As the familiar shouting and roaring on the battlefield gradually became sparse, Antaeus, who was fighting with Hercules in the dense forest in the distance, finally realized that something was wrong. The bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded, and anger appeared on his face.
"Despicable human!"
The towering Titan cursed, stepped sideways and pushed Hercules away, then strode wildly towards the battlefield, trying to rescue the giants who were already at a disadvantage.
He is a giant who is a fusion of the divinity of Poseidon and Gaia. Although he belongs to the same lineage of Titans, he is not a member of the traditional Guigantes clan who was born from the blood of the first father Uranus.
Therefore, his prestige and followers among the giants are limited. If he loses all his subordinates on his first battlefield and fails to establish any outstanding achievements, the giants, who respect strength, will certainly regard him as a laughing stock and humiliate and oppress him without mercy.
This outcome was something Antaeus absolutely could not tolerate.
However, before he could take a few steps, a strong arm grabbed his ankle.
"Want to leave? It's not over yet!"
Hercules sneered, his muscles like cast iron bulged and knotted, dark red divine patterns flickered on his body, and violent divine power rose and surged wildly in his body.
Bang bang bang bang!
Then Hercules grabbed Antaeus' ankles and swung them to both sides, like an ant holding an elephant and trampling on it repeatedly.
After struggling for dozens of breaths, Hercules finally loosened his right hand and threw his opponent out.
Antaeus crashed into the mountain with a broken neck and twisted limbs, almost unrecognizable as a human. Even an eyeball the size of a watermelon fell out of its eye socket.
But as pitch-black and azure divine light patterns lit up on his body, the blood that had been scattered all around automatically flowed back into his body, his broken bones snapped back into place, and even his eyeballs on the ground rolled back into his eye sockets, growing together with the squirming flesh and blood.
"With the blessing of Mother Goddess Gaia, you can't kill me!"
Antaeus turned his crackling cervical vertebrae, pressed his hands against the rock wall, pulled out his body, and looked grimly at his opponent, with murderous intent boiling in his eyes.
He understood that if he wanted to rush back to the battlefield and bring out his giant subordinates, he must first get rid of the guy standing in his way.
It's really difficult...
Hercules in front looked at the giant leader who had recovered as before, feeling the almost inexhaustible vitality and brute force in that body, and couldn't help but frowning slightly.
He had been fighting fiercely with Antaeus for several hours since he lured him into this forest.
Although he had superior skills and supernatural powers, he knocked down and killed his opponent time and time again.
But no matter whether he stepped on his bones, tore off his limbs, pierced his skull, or crushed his heart... after just a few breaths, the monster would immediately recover and continue to fight with him alive and well.
As one gains, the other loses. After Hercules' divine blood boiled time and time again, his demigod body began to be unable to bear it.
If this drags on, the situation will be very unfavorable for him.
Just as Hercules was gasping for breath and feeling a little troubled, the Gorgon emblem with his name engraved on his chest made a slight buzzing sound, and a low voice rang in his head.
"Standing on the earth without being defeated, what if he loses his foothold?"
Hearing the meaningful reminder, Hercules' eyes lit up, and looking at Antaeus who was striding towards him with his arms waving, he ducked to avoid the attack, and once again, his divine blood boiled, and he threw a powerful uppercut at Antaeus' chin.
Suddenly, the towering giant like a mountain rose from the ground like a rising star.
Seeing Antaeus waving his limbs in panic in mid-air, with a look of fear on his face for the first time, Hercules calmed down, leaped up, locked Antaeus' neck with both hands, and tightened it continuously.
As the cervical vertebrae under the heavy load made a crisp cracking sound, Antaeus in mid-air realized that his weakness had been discovered. He was horrified and struggled frantically, trying to get back to the ground.
Because the previous fierce battle consumed too much energy, Hercules was unable to control Antaeus' resistance for a while.
Just as the monster was about to take him to the ground, the Gorgon emblem on his chest vibrated again, and a faint starlight fell and projected onto him.
In an instant, the starlight turned into golden armor covering his body, and an endless amount of ether magic power poured into his body. The vast starry sky and the boundless sky above his head seemed to have some kind of connection with him, as if a golden lion made of starlight was revived and roaring in his body.
Hercules was inspired and exerted all his strength to break Antaeus' neck. Then he kicked the falling body upwards, causing it to rise into the air again.
Then, he emptied his mind and threw out several punches in succession like lightning. Dense thunder and starlight gathered around him, and were concentrated into a point by his fists, compressed into ultra-high-density spherical lightning, and flew straight towards the falling body of Antaeus in mid-air.
Balls of dazzling lightning exploded, and the towering giant like a mountain was torn and crushed inch by inch. Before its flesh and limbs fell to the ground, they lost all their vitality and turned into scattered embers.
Success!
Looking at the gray-white flocs falling from the sky, Hercules breathed a sigh of relief, carrying a black stone tablet left by Antaeus and walked towards the battlefield.
When the giants saw that only the divine-blood hero from the human side walked out of the dense forest with the item of their leader Antaeus in his hand, the remaining fighting will of the giants completely collapsed.
They rushed to jump into the dark crack that had opened earlier and fled into the depths of the earth.
"These ground rats are going to run, get on!"
Upon seeing this, the heroes of the Divine Blood shouted excitedly and rushed into the rift, ready to beat the fallen dog.
Seeing the figures disappearing into the dark abyss one after another, Loen, who was behind the city, shouted loudly.
"Don't chase me, come back!"
This was just a small force of the giants, and the leader, Antaeus, could not even be considered an orthodox Gegantes giant.
Similarly, the only ones holding up the Thessaly side right now are some heroes of divine blood, and most of them are not even in the first-tier ranks. At most, only Telamon, the Spartan Twins, Caenis, Hercules, and Medea are worth mentioning.
Even if we defeat this army of giants head-on, the intensity and scale of the war will definitely not be as great as the legendary Battle of the Giants.
Because in memory, the real battle against the giants required the collective response of gods and human heroes to win the final victory.
So, now blindly following the past, from the familiar ground, into the unfamiliar abyss, what is the end waiting for these divine blood heroes, the answer is self-evident.
However, at this time, the heroes had been dazzled by this easy victory, and their rebellious and undisciplined nature made them unable to listen to the advice coming from behind.
So, Loen could only watch as dozens of divine-blood heroes rushed into the cracks in the dark ground and chased after the fleeing giants.
Even the Spartan twins and Hercules were dragged into the abyss.
Hero units have this problem. Their individual combat power is amazing, but because they are self-reliant on bravery and have unruly personalities, they often become difficult to command.
What's more, this outsider, Loen, had just joined the Thessaly side for a few days and was just an acquaintance with those divine blood heroes from different city-states. Even with his identity as a teacher at the Academy of Athens and his previous amazing performance, he was far from being able to convince these troublemakers and habitual criminals.
Fortunately, King Admetus of Thessaly was relatively alert and knew his own strength. After hearing the warning, he quickly took Telamon and Caenis to command the troops and did not follow the gods and blood heroes who relied on their military strength to make trouble.
When Luo En saw the scene in front of him, he finally felt a little comforted and continued to remind people loudly.
"This is not the main force of the Giant Spirit Clan. We don't know what the situation is below. To be on the safe side, you should come back and hold the city first. Summon the magicians and temple priests as soon as possible to repair the city walls and consolidate the defense line!"
Admetus nodded in understanding, quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and led his God-Blood Guards and a few more honest God-Blood heroes back to the Royal City of Thessaly to begin rebuilding the collapsed defense line.
By the way, Hercules and the twin brothers are in there, so they should be able to bring back those reckless idiots alive, right?
Just as Loen was hesitating about how to make his next decision, a dull roar came from the dark abyss ahead, and the cracks on the ground began to close automatically.
What’s even more terrible is that the aura of the holy garment seemed to be blocked by some force, and the connection between it and him became weaker and weaker.
When King Admetus of Thessaly returned to the city and saw this scene, his face changed drastically and he felt a sense of fear in his heart.
As the only remaining crack on the ground was about to close, Loen's face darkened and he leaped out of the fortress, plunging into the bottomless darkness.
"You guys guard this place, I'll bring them back!"
Admetus, who was on the city wall, watched the figure who had previously controlled the overall situation disappear into the darkness. He felt inexplicably weak in his heart, and a sense of uneasiness arose.
Looking at the broken city walls and the debris scattered outside the city, he couldn't help swallowing and quickly ordered the magicians and priests to speed up the repair of the walls and rebuild the royal city's defense system.
Three quarters of an hour later, the collapsed city wall was finally mostly repaired, and reinforcing inscriptions were engraved into it, allowing the defense system of the entire royal city to barely function.
Looking at the light barrier in front of him that was slowly activating and operating, Admetus breathed a sigh of relief, and the uneasiness in his heart was slightly reduced.
“Boom!”
However, before he could catch his breath, a familiar roar sounded from the other direction of the royal city.
Admetus turned his neck stiffly, looking at the several feet of smoke and dust stirred up outside the city, and the towering figures crawling out of the cracked earth and standing on the horizon. His face suddenly turned pale.
Another batch of giants!
There were actually two teams attacking the royal city of Thessaly, and the ones led by Antaeus, like the Divine Blood Guards he led before, served as bait, with the purpose of luring out Thessaly's main force and trump card.
When did the brainless Titans learn to play tricks like humans? This shouldn't be the case!
This scene went against common sense and made everyone's brains confused.
“Woo~Woo!”
The mournful and desolate sound of a horn rang out from the newly constructed fortress. The divine-blood heroes, magicians, and priests who reacted one by one propped up their tired bodies, bit their pale lips, and stood at their respective posts.
Outside the city, the setting sun was blood-red. Hundreds of giants with hideous grins on their faces marched heavy steps towards the ruined human fortress. Their towering figures obscured the sky and the sunlight, casting a dark shadow on the Royal City of Thessaly.
The air was filled with a smell of death and gloom.
"Don't panic! Just hold on until they come back, and we'll be safe!"
Admetus shouted in encouragement, then swung his bronze dagger full of notches, slashed at the battlements of the city wall, and shouted hysterically.
"Everyone, form up - meet the enemy!"
(End of this chapter)
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