Chapter 368 I am the BOSS, welcome to come and fight!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Figures strolling leisurely passed by, and the first group who chose to act alone and rush forward were knocked unconscious one by one by the brambles that were so fast that they could not see their tracks, and lay all over the ground in a mess.
While the teammates in front were being speed-passed, the second-tier God Blood heroes, who were organized into groups, began to show their strengths and actively cooperate.
The priest recites a suppression spell, weakening the target's various abilities and reactions;
The priestesses initiate the blessing ritual to buff their teammates;
The magicians constructed magic circles and sent down etheric light streams of various attributes to attack;
Alchemists melt everything into weapons and armor...
For a moment, the entire training ground was filled with colorful techniques, which was dazzling.
"Playing spells?"
Loen sneered, and the bramble in his hand shook out a blood-red halo. Several Hermes characters suddenly lit up in front of him. The exploding red and black halo instantly and accurately offset the suppression spells around him that wanted to restrict his movements. A faint murmur echoed all around.
"I know this better than you do!"
At the same time, the tall figure in the square raised his right hand holding the whip, as if he was holding a teaching stick and writing quickly in the air.
In an instant, as the brambles filled with divine power left a flowing trail, lines of Hermetic characters flashing red light condensed around them.
Buzz!
Not only that, the air around them began to tremble, and the spellcasters suddenly saw several divine patterns appearing in response under their feet and nearby.
The various techniques they had painstakingly constructed melted and disintegrated quickly like ice and snow encountering the sun.
disperse?
When everyone saw this, they were even more shocked.
Magic needs a carrier, whether it is language or materials. The more powerful the power when it is activated, the more stringent and complicated the preparation conditions required.
However, the god in front of them not only used a thorn stick to easily create a large system of Hermetic texts, but also reversed and dispelled hundreds of various spells they were performing with just a wave of his hand, and even saved the trouble of chanting the words of God.
Such a result can only prove one thing.
His magical attainments have reached a superb level, to a certain extent even surpassing the limits of [rituals] and reaching the level of [laws].
Among all the gods, the only ones who can be listed with her are probably the goddess of witchcraft Hecate, the goddess of magic Athena, and the goddess of memory Mnemosyne.
What everyone doesn’t know is that the above three people have directly or indirectly served as Loen’s teachers.
So strong!
Realizing how powerful the God of Wine before them was, the heroes took a deep breath, their hearts tensed, and their bodies straightened as they burst into a fierce fighting spirit.
Descendants of the gods, heroes with divine blood flowing in their veins, never shy away from battle!
The high-spirited Divine Blood Warriors took the opportunity to attack while Loen was busy breaking various magical attacks.
They either threw out javelins, shot arrows, or swung their swords, focusing their fire on the figure carrying the whip, disrupting his rhythm in one fell swoop.
In the dense smoke and dust, the spellcasters felt that the restrictions from the magical level seemed to be forcibly broken. They were immediately overjoyed and started a non-judgemental beating.
One after another, the Titan divine patterns and Hermes characters that solidified in front of them shot forward one after another under the resonance of the sound.
Boom boom boom boom!
For a moment, the training ground in front was filled with arcs of light and roaring explosions, as if it were a high ground that had been plowed over and over again by heavy artillery fire.
However, the reaction of the god of wine was even faster. With his body strengthened by the Hermes script, he dodged and moved in the dense rune bombardment at a speed so fast that it left a trail of afterimages. Every time he changed his body shape, he accurately avoided the densely packed impact points around him. He continued to advance towards the target amid numerous explosions and flames.
He did not use his power as promised, but the fact that he only used magic to amplify himself was something that the God Blood heroes were not expecting.
However, we have to admit that most people's energy is limited. A genius in one field may not be as outstanding in another field.
Therefore, most spellcasters who are proficient in spells are often weak in close combat.
Seeing the god who practiced both magic and martial arts, rushing towards them with murderous intent, holding a thorn branch stained with blood and flesh, the spellcasters felt a chill down their spines.
Compared to those warriors who majored in martial arts, they were not that durable.
Fortunately, the surrounding Divine Blood Warriors were very aware and lined up forward, ready to launch a second round of offensive for their own spellcasters to buy time.
"It seems that the questions given to you are still too simple."
Loen dodged two javelins and muttered to himself in the strong wind.
"If you want to prevent your own piggy bankrupt, you have to make it more difficult."
As the brambles trembled at high speed, the scarlet dots of light shone like stars.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
For a moment, the Hermes letters flying all over the sky, under the guidance of divine will, actually began to arrange and combine in an orderly manner, constructing one magic array after another around a dozen teams of heroes.
Burning, cutting, disintegration, dullness, decay, silence... and other effects derived from the magic array made the God Blood heroes who were caught off guard suffer terribly.
A large-scale ritual spell?
The spellcasters looked at the skillful spell with their pupils shrinking, and quickly prepared to work together to crack it.
However, with every step forward of the Dionysus on the opposite side, the etheric tide radiating to the surroundings became stronger; with every swing of the thorns, the combination of runes increased by dozens of variations.
What they have to solve is not a fixed problem at all, but a problem that is constantly changing and increasing in difficulty.
However, their CPUs are destined to be unable to compare with the immortal Lord God, whose soul has infinitely expanded.
Seeing that the spellcasters behind them could no longer be relied upon, the divine blood warriors looked at the god of wine who was less than three steps away, and could only steel themselves and charge forward.
Faced with dozens of divine blood heroes swarming over him, Loen's feet shook, and hundreds of stones of different sizes flew into the air and hung in front of him.
Then, his lumbar spine stretched out in an exaggerated arc like a bow, and his retracted right hand suddenly grasped the bramble and swept forward. The surging magic power turned into red arcs of light, hitting every suspended stone.
Swish swish swish!
In an instant, hundreds of stones wrapped in red arcs of light shot out with sharp whistles.
Fast! As fast as possible!
It was like a red lightning that cuts through the dark clouds, sweeping across the sky. Wherever it passed, the magic arrays and divine barriers blocking the road were shattered almost at the same time.
Dozens of charging Divine Blood Warriors flew backwards, and before they even hit the ground, they were knocked unconscious by the enormous divine power attached to the stones.
Without the protection of the front row, the relatively weak spellcasters were in even worse shape. They only saw a scarlet afterimage passing by, and then everything went black before their eyes, and they were eliminated.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
But at the moment when Loen broke through the enemy's formation, two arrows shot at his shoulders, one from the left and one from the right. Both the timing and the angle were hard to defend against.
In the corner, Hippolyta and Atalanta each drew their bows and shot their full-strength arrows at the same time.
At the same time, the twin brothers rushed forward, their fists flashing with rune luster and their sharp bronze swords, with sharp sounds of breaking through the air, struck directly at Loen's face.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by a buzzing sound that echoed throughout the tunnel, the swift punches and the flashing swords hit a thick magic barrier directly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
But faced with this fortress that was several times harder than marble, Pollux and Castor, whose attacks were unsuccessful, did not retreat but instead advanced and took turns attacking the barrier.
The fist wearing the rune glove and the bronze sword with flashing runes were wrapped in layers of halo, like falling meteors, continuously bombarding the obstacle in front of them.
And, take turns and focus on one point.
In a blink of an eye, under the heavy punches and chops like a meteor rain, the runes that built this magic barrier quickly flickered and disintegrated.
“Crack!”
Soon, the barrier lost its support and collapsed. The straight punch that penetrated the barrier and the sword attack from the flank attacked Loen's face and abdomen at the same time.
But just when they were about to hit the target, the two men suddenly felt a gust of wind behind their heads, and they became very alarmed. Driven by their fighting instinct, they jumped back without hesitation.
“Shh! Shh!”
And at the moment when the two men withdrew, two magic arrays that had appeared behind them at some point began to hum, and scarlet magic beams crossed from the left and right sides like the scythe of the god of death, leaving terrifying grooves on the hard marble floor.
“Shhhhhhh!”
Then, without waiting for the two to catch their breath, the magic array changed direction like a cannon barrel and once again shot out cross beams of magic power.
The twin brothers' hair stood on end. They immediately turned sideways and dodged backwards continuously. For a moment, they were in danger.
At the critical moment, Helen chanted the divine words at a high speed, and Medea waved her staff to cast witchcraft, protecting the twin brothers while decomposing the two magic arrays in the air.
Taking advantage of the time when the twin brothers were evacuating, a chain hammer and a spear came whistling and launched non-stop attacks.
The next Amazon queen Penthesilea and the Thessalian blood warrior Katniss join the battlefield.
"So many people attacking me alone is unethical!"
Faced with the rude beating from these old acquaintances, Loen made an indignant complaint.
"There's nothing we can do. We are no match for you alone." The twin brothers were very frank.
"Why waste time talking to him! Just go for it!" Penthesilea anxiously burned the blood of the god of war in her body and went into a rampage state.
"You're right, I've wanted to beat this guy up for a long time!" Katniss, who shares the same blood with him, followed closely behind, looking extremely excited.
Although Medea, Atalanta, Helen and others did not speak, the perfectly coordinated movements of their hands said it all.
Tsk tsk, it looks like you often make up stories about me behind my back, right?
Loen's eyes swept over this group of relatives and friends, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Well, I’ll teach you a good lesson today!
A faint light flashed in Ron's eyes, and he slid forward, avoiding the tip of Katniss's gun by a hair's breadth.
At the same time, he turned his wrist, and the thorns went up like a snake, hitting Katniss's wrist holding the gun. The sharp thorns instantly tore off a large piece of flesh.
At the moment when the blood warrior lost consciousness due to the severe pain, Ron had already accelerated to the back of Katniss, and the falling thorns hit the elastic buttocks heavily, leaving a row of miserable blood marks on it.
“Watch me!”
Penthesilea on the side immediately swung out his chain hammer, trying to help.
But Loen was well prepared and took two steps back, avoiding the whistling chain hammer by a hair's breadth, while at the same time swinging the thorn branch to hit the force-bearing node of the chain hammer.
For a moment, the flying chain hammer suddenly changed direction slightly and hit Katniss who had just climbed up.
Seeing the watermelon-sized thing coming straight towards her face, Katniss hurriedly raised the round shield on her left arm.
Thump thump thump!
Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal, Katniss took three steps back before she stopped. She felt a numbness in her palm and the blood in her chest was boiling.
Similarly, Penthesilea wasn't feeling well either. Her body swayed, and she took two steps back, with a trace of golden-red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
"Are you helping him or me?"
Penthesilea felt ashamed when she heard Katniss's depressed accusation.
"Stay in class and don't be distracted."
With a smiling reminder, Luo En walked up leisurely, entangled the two men, and chopped them down with a bramble in one hand.
With the blessing of divine power, that soft thing actually caused a series of air explosions.
The two men who had suffered a loss didn't have time to think too much and subconsciously raised their guns, shields and chain hammers to parry.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three figures intersected, and the sound of metal clashing, one louder than the other, echoed across the square, shaking the ground.
This guy is too difficult to deal with...
Katniss and Penthesilea became more and more frightened as the battle went on, because no matter how they changed their moves, the man opposite them always seemed to be able to seize the flaws of the spear and the chain hammer at the moment of attack. Every time the thorn branch was swung lightly, it would always land just right on the weakest points of the spear and the chain hammer.
Therefore, the two of them were unable to take advantage of the long and heavy weapons, and were instead suppressed by the brambles that were kept at a short and medium distance. As they retreated, they were constantly hit, and there were already seven or eight miserable bloody wounds on their bodies.
"Blood of Ares, please grant me the power to burn again!"
The two people, who were covered in wounds, gritted their teeth in hatred and burned their divine blood at the same time, preparing to die together with the guy in front of them who had caused them so much trouble.
Even if we can't die together, at least we have to bite off a piece of each other's flesh!
Seeing the two descendants of the God of War rushing towards him with red eyes due to continuous stimulation, Loen showed a sly smile and immediately activated the magic formation that he had secretly arranged under their feet.
In an instant, two furious ruffians, one hit the archers Atalanta and Hippolyta, and the other rushed towards Helen and Medea.
For a moment, the scene was in chaos, and the four people responsible for long-range fire support and suppression were unable to take care of themselves.
In order to make these good sisters have fun, Loen did not forget to cast a series of spells such as confusion and madness.
When Medea and her companions finally managed to stabilize their formation and wanted to cast a spell to awaken the consciousness of their two reckless teammates, they suddenly discovered that Loen had disappeared from the battlefield.
Before they could react, they felt a pain in the back of their neck, their vision went dark, and their consciousness fell into endless chaos.
Looking at the long-range support that was completely wiped out, and the two descendants of the God of War who were still alive and kicking and looking for opponents everywhere, the twin brothers on the field did not know whether to laugh or cry.
If I had known earlier, I would not have teamed up with these two reckless guys. Not only were they held back by Loen in the front, preventing them from intervening, but they also betrayed their own teammates in the back.
Sure enough, if you don’t want to repeat this outcome on the battlefield, you need to hone your coordination skills.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the twin brothers simply raised their hands in surrender in order to avoid a beating.
Thirty-seven minutes, not bad...
Hercules had fought him in front of the tomb last time, so he quit early. Otherwise, it would be difficult to complete the speed brush so quickly.
After the whole match, Loen threw down the bramble in his hand with a refreshed look, looked at the defeated opponents wailing and unconscious on the ground, and revealed a sinister smile.
"Everyone, this is probably going to be your daily routine from now on. If you don't want to be beaten, you can always fight me one-on-one, or team up to fight me!"
(End of this chapter)
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