Chapter 439: Family Inherited Skills (2 updates, 9.3k in total, please vote)
Almost at the moment when she realized that she was in big trouble, Helen made a decision:
"Go to the harbor and board the ship!"
Although their gods and heroes resisted the spread of the black tide and stabilized the situation at the critical moment, the Trojan Plain where the coalition forces were located had an open terrain and no strategic location to defend. They had to retreat to a safer place and distance themselves from these evil creatures before they could launch a counterattack.
The vast sea is undoubtedly the best battlefield, where one can attack or defend.
The heroes from various city-states woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly led their soldiers towards the sea where the warships were docked.
However, the red and black cube in the air seemed to have sensed everyone's intentions and further expanded the hole in the sky.
At the same time, the clouds were dyed a strange red and black color, and meteorites composed of red and black mud flows, dragging long flame tails, smashed into the sea one after another.
In an instant, the warships anchored on the sea turned into flying wood chips, and the shattered wreckage sank into the surging and boiling sea water.
Seeing the cut-off retreat route and the black tide gradually flooding over the makeshift protective wall, Helen gritted her teeth and gave another order:
"Combat soldiers and auxiliary soldiers will go first in city-state units. The God's Blood Guards will maintain order. Spellcasters will provide protection and long-range support. Gods and heroes will be responsible for covering the rear. Evacuate in stages. Don't make a mess!"
As the heroes and gods stepped forward and formed a loose yet solid defense line in front of the black tide, the chaos in the team caused by the destruction of the warships quickly subsided, and the soldiers evacuated to the rear in an orderly manner to avoid direct contact with the black tide that swallowed everything.
"Don't even think about getting past me, bastard!"
Hercules raised the nameless axe in his hand and roared as he smashed it at a clay doll wearing a black cloak.
The scarlet aura swept across the battlefield like a roaring angry dragon, knocking the monster made of black mud away with its sword, and the black cloak wrapped around its body was torn apart, turning into flying pieces of cloth.
As the figure hidden in the darkness was exposed to the sunlight, Hercules, who was about to chase, paused and froze on the spot, looking at the familiar face covered with red and black lines in disbelief:
"teacher?"
However, the only response he got was the cold light of the holy sword Hepal and several streams of red and black mud that pierced towards him like tentacles.
"Bang!"
A streak of golden light flew out diagonally, smashing the clay doll's head like a spinning blade.
"Wake up, he is no longer the person you knew!"
Diana raised her hand to catch the flying starlight crown that was flying back, and shouted a cold reminder to the distraught Hercules.
Heralax closed his eyes in pain as he looked at the clay doll whose broken neck was filled with black mud and whose head was put together again.
Recalling the last moment of farewell between master and disciple, the strong man as strong as steel was filled with regret.
Teacher Perseus, I have harmed you...
Then, a pair of eyes that had turned bloodshot looked toward the holy mountain among the stars, without a trace of concern, only overwhelming hatred.
Zeus!!!
But mortals are ultimately unable to reach the stars in the sky, and Hercules could only vent his boundless anger on the black tide and the army of clay dolls in front of the formation. He immediately raised the nameless axe and sword in his hand and swung it wildly. With his own strength, he created a vacuum zone in front of him and miraculously forced the surging black tide back dozens of meters.
But not every God-Blood hero is like Hercules. Faced with the overwhelming black tide and the endless army of clay dolls, they are overwhelmed and can only fight and retreat.
Gradually, the coalition forces' space for movement was continuously compressed, and a large number of difficult-to-handle combat soldiers and auxiliary troops were forced to the outskirts of Troy.
At the same time, waves of teeth-grinding metallic vibrations and etheric resonances came from the top of the Troy city behind him.
The soldiers and magicians of the coalition forces froze and looked back at the offensive magic arrays that lit up like stars on the top of the city walls, as well as the activated ectoplasmic liquid cannons on the battlements. Their pupils suddenly shrank as if they had fallen into an icy cave.
"All gun ports activated! Ceremonial spell completed! Fire!"
Following an order from a cold voice, the lapis lazuli used as ammunition and the magic crystals used to maintain the magic array were turned into dust and scattered, and the ether tide that gathered crazily on the top of the city poured out a torrent of firepower outside the city.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
Thousands of scarlet light bands passed over the heads of the coalition forces and fell into the surging black tide, tearing the clay doll army in the front into pieces and slowing down the spread of those things.
At the same time, the closed gates of Troy opened.
The Trojan general Hector led his God's Blood Guards and heroes from friendly countries who came from all over the place out of the city, standing on the two weak wings of the coalition forces to block the clay doll army that was attacking again.
The bronze badges they wore on their chests sparkled in the sun like stars descending to earth.
Looking at the foreign heroes who were once their enemies but now stood before them without hesitation, the allied soldiers outside the city gradually came to their senses, and all of them cast respectful glances at these figures standing in front of the black tide and the ancient emblems on their chests.
—Olympians!
In the doomsday catastrophe caused by the old gods, their ancestors and families were heroes fighting on the front line for the survival of human civilization.
Regardless of region, gender, age, or bloodline.
When disaster struck again, they once again put aside their prejudices and conflicts, and took up arms at the same time to shoulder the heroic mission.
"Hurry into the city!"
A beautiful blonde woman stood at the city gate and loudly warned the people outside the city.
That was the Queen of Mycenae, the Princess of Troy, the infamous spark of the war...
But at this moment, she had taken off her luxurious dress and put on the simple clothes of a priest. She led the priests and doctors in the city and guided the coalition soldiers outside the city to the way of life.
Like a goddess.
"Go in!"
Helen exchanged glances with her sister in front of the city gate and decisively ordered the soldiers to move towards Troy.
When the soldiers heard the commander's order, they were completely relieved and quickly rushed into the city of Troy, which was protected by a large magic spell.
Hector, who blocked the gaps on both sides, struck his shield and shouted:
"My fellow countrymen, we can do what the Greeks did in Thessaly! Use the swords in your hands to show these foreigners who is the real hero!"
The Trojan Royal Guards and the allied nations' heroes puffed out their chests, laughed loudly, stood firm before the surging black tide, and wielded their swords and shields vigorously to defend the glory that belonged to them.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The red and black mud flow crashed into the protective barrier of Troy's city walls. The violent shaking made the protective light patterns flicker, and the rocks engraved with runes began to crack.
Cassandra, standing on the top of the city wall, looked down at the many coalition soldiers who had failed to enter the city. She gritted her teeth and turned back decisively to give orders.
"The priest lights the holy fire and chants the ritual spell!"
As the order was transmitted into the city through the loudspeaker, golden flames ignited in the rebuilt great temple, and thousands of priests gathered to chant blessings in unison.
When the prayers reached outside the city, Hermes and Hecate were shocked and felt the divine power in their bodies suddenly rise. The power also formed a subtle connection with this land.
The Trojans were sacrificing them!
The two true gods looked at each other, and then decisively projected their divine will and power into the city to respond to it.
Suddenly, a majestic golden light shot up from the great temple into the sky, covering the entire city of Troy, blocking out the red and black fog floating in the sky and the red and black mud flowing on the ground.
Under the shining golden light, the black tide retreated layer by layer. The clay dolls that lost their support let out screams similar to those of dying rats, and their bodies cracked into red and black fragments.
Success!
The people crowded in the city of Troy were overjoyed when they saw the black tide outside the city temporarily recede.
However, Hermes and Hecate outside the city looked at the red and black regular hexahedron floating in the sky with its outline constantly expanding, their expressions remained solemn.
This is not the end, it's just the beginning!
At this moment, as if knowing that this city was a tough nut to crack, the spiritual magic box immediately changed direction, diluting the black tide into black mist that spread in all directions and began to erode other human city-states with insufficient defenses.
Upon seeing this, Hermes' face changed, and he immediately turned his divine will into a breeze, which swept across the earth, delivering the news of the coming of the end of the world to the human city-states and settlements along the way.
However, Pandora's Box, which destroyed several eras, has a terrifying corrosive power.
In just a few hours, human city-states and settlements were in complete chaos.
Shrouded in the red and black mist, the humans who were living their normal lives had red threads in their eyes and veins bulging on their foreheads.
A small quarrel between people can lead to a fight...
The goods on display in the store made the greedy figures scramble to grab them...
The trampling of the city-state order and the resentment towards those who live better than themselves have gradually filled the hearts of human beings, evolving into vicious conflicts of mutual slaughter...
Plague, aging, weakness, decay and other diseases broke out one after another and spread rapidly...
The entire human group seemed to have degenerated from a rational and civilized group into beasts driven by desire. In every corner of Greece, the doomsday drama of conflict, fighting and death was staged.
But where darkness grows, there is also light shining.
Priests with strong faith flocked to the temple, chanting in unison, casting divine spells to cover the city where they were, isolating it from the erosion of the black fog;
The warriors who resisted the temptation took up their swords and shields, went to the streets, killed the depraved villains one by one, and quelled the riots in the city;
The heroes, keeping their mission firmly in mind, rushed out of the city, eradicated the monsters born from the black fog, and guided the fleeing people to evacuate to a safe area...
However, due to the large-scale occurrence of vicious incidents, the total amount of evil desires bred by human beings themselves has risen sharply and converged towards the source of everything.
Nourished by evil desires, Pandora's Box hanging outside the city of Troy expanded further, and its six constantly changing sides were lit up one by one.
The red and black substance that looked like metal, silt, and ink continued to pour out. Pairs of pale arms grew out of the black mud and grabbed the light-like protective wall outside Troy, directing the power of erosion and destruction into it.
Boom boom boom boom!
The Greek coalition forces and Trojan warriors who had completed the transfer activated the spiritual fluid cannon, launched a spell, and bombarded the pale arms that grew out of the black mud.
However, the black mud collapsed again and again, and those arms were destroyed again and again, but they were reborn again and again, attacking with a more ferocious momentum.
Clay dolls of monsters, giants, centaurs, and golden humans were reborn from the black tide and constantly attacked the city of Troy, causing the outer protective barrier to darken and fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under the comprehensive erosion of Pandora's Box, the entire Greek world was dragged step by step into the abyss of darkness and destruction. The species called human beings and gods could only hide in cities and protective walls to survive.
At the same time, a graceful figure with black hair and purple eyes passed through layers of starlight and came to the Great Temple of Olympus.
"Pandora, you did a great job. You really didn't disappoint me."
The figure on the throne opened his eyes and looked with satisfaction at the capable general who had returned to report.
Pandora bowed respectfully and answered humbly:
"It's all thanks to your wise leadership, Father God."
Seeing his subordinates who were not arrogant at all, Zeus was even more satisfied. He waved his hand with a gentle expression:
"Come forward and enjoy this closing scene with me."
Amid the surging lightning, the scene of humans slaughtering each other and the precarious city of Troy under the black tide were projected into the hall, like a ridiculous and tragic farce.
"Father God, just looking at these is too boring. Let me add some wine to liven things up for you."
Pandora walked forward with a smile, took out a jug of wine from the magic circle, and filled the cup in front of Zeus.
Zeus was in a very good mood at the moment. He happily picked up the wine glass and drank the fragrant wine. He smiled generously at the only subordinate who accompanied him to the end:
"You should be credited with the greatest achievement for this divine undertaking. Tell me, what reward do you want?"
"Really, Father? I think..."
Pandora was overjoyed and walked forward excitedly to express her request.
“…I’m going to kill you!”
The voice suddenly turned cold, and a golden dagger pierced into Zeus' abdomen at lightning speed.
As the severe pain came, Zeus's face changed suddenly, and dozens of silver-colored lightning arcs shot forward in an instant.
Pandora swung the golden dagger in her hand upwards, and quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the lightning all around her.
The attack missed, and Zeus covered his aching abdomen with one hand, looking at the figure in the hall with shock and anger:
"Who are you?!"
"How are you, Father God?"
The charming female voice turned into a magnetic male voice, and the originally graceful witch's figure twisted and turned into a young man with silver hair and purple eyes.
Zeus was slightly stunned, then he flew into a rage: "Is it you? You are not dead yet!"
"If I die so easily, wouldn't that be disappointing to you?" Lorne replied with a smile, turning the bloodstained golden dagger between his fingers. "How about it, do you like the gift I gave you?"
Zeus' facial muscles twitched, and just as he was about to open his mouth to attack, he suddenly felt his abdomen churning from the stab wound.
He looked down at the divine light that was flowing out of the wound uncontrollably, and could not help but feel both shocked and angry:
"What did you do to me?!"
"It's nothing. I'm just returning to you the same way you used to treat your father."
Loen took out half a pot of wine from the magic circle diagram and poured it onto the ground with a smile.
Looking at the wine spilled on the ground and feeling the several streams of divine light trying to break out of his body, Zeus's face changed drastically. He gathered lightning in his hands and slapped his own abdomen with a ferocious look in his eyes.
However, a spear shaped like a dead branch shot out as fast as a meteor, as if it had cut through time and space, and pierced through Zeus' chest with the cause and effect of "inevitable hit", nailing him firmly to the throne.
“Buzz!”
At the same time, several streams of divine light gushed out from the wound in Zeus' lower abdomen, and then gathered into three figures and fell in the hall.
Looking at the Queen of the Underworld and her daughter sitting up from the ground in a daze, Loen breathed a sigh of relief.
It worked. The magic potion prepared by Athena and the others really worked!
Then he looked up at his father Zeus who was nailed to the throne with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
In the Titan period, the previous king of gods, Cronus, swallowed his own children in order to escape the curse of Titan blood. Zeus, as the only survivor, chose to marry Metis, the goddess of primordial wisdom, in order to overthrow the oppression of his cruel father god. With her help, he concocted a magic potion to separate divinity, and secretly gave it to Cronus, the father god, to take. In this way, he rescued his five brothers and sisters who were imprisoned in the father god's body, and then broke the old order and established the gods of Olympus.
At this moment, fate came full circle. This good son of his used the magic potion that separated divinity to trick his own father, the King of Gods, and took out two trump cards from his stomach to threaten Hades, the God of the Underworld.
Oh, it seems like there are more than two, or is it buy two get one free?
Loen turned his head and looked at the third person who separated from Zeus' body.
(End of this chapter)
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