Chapter 45: Mystery cannot change evil, and krypton cannot change fate
As the night deepened and the fire in the living room went out, Lorne quietly turned over in bed and locked the doors and windows.
Then, he stealthily took out the twelve-sided dice and threw the silver badge he had obtained this morning into the altar. Then, he shook his clasped hands and silently recited his intended goal in his mind.
Athena, Athena! Give me an Athena!
Friends who have learned summoning know that summoning requires a catalyst. The item is not fixed. It can be a scene, a sacrifice, or something that establishes a connection with the summoning target, commonly known as a relic.
As far as Loen knows, some of his crazy colleagues in the gaming circle were fanatically trying to bring back some local specialties - the red soil in front of King Arthur's tomb - when they traveled to the UK. They clamored that they wanted to use it as a holy relic to summon a big-eating, aloof, beautiful woman in a suit to win the Holy Grail War for them so that they wouldn't have to work overtime for 996 anymore.
After a few times, seeing that they would often take out several kilograms of food from their suitcases and post pictures in the group, Loen wondered if King Arthur's grave had been completely plucked out by them.
Of course, even if all these preparations are complete, whether they are drawing cards online or practicing offline, things will still go wrong.
After all, you can’t change your destiny, and you can’t change your fate. Some summons rely on luck, and some summons rely on luck. You have to accept your fate in this line of work.
Therefore, Ron, who was almost numb, had no great hope. He could only see whether the so-called [Dice of Chance] would obey the Eurasian Law of Conservation and give him some venue bonus because he had bet Athena next door as a holy relic.
As inspiration came to his mind, Loen decisively let go, and the twelve-sided dice that fell on the table rolled a few times, and a scarlet number composed of blood-red spears appeared on the front.
Ares?
Well, it's crooked again...
Seeing the completely different emblem, Loen raised his hand in disappointment. At that moment when he was about to take back the dice, a silver-white character with a hint of blood flickered and floated above the altar in his mind, exuding a brutal and fierce divinity.
Luo En's originally disdainful look froze in an instant, and his pupils shrank sharply.
Surprisingly, it’s this!
Meanwhile, Olympus, the Temple of Beauty.
The soft bed, which had been shaking violently, suddenly stopped shaking. The god of war Ares, who was brandishing his sword and fighting vigorously inside the tent, shuddered and his face instantly turned red.
"Accident, this is an accident! It must be because Hephaestus has been pestering me recently, and I..."
"Bang!"
Before Ares could finish his explanation, Aphrodite's charming face was already filled with frost and disgust, and she kicked the useless man under the bed.
Originally, she had just returned from outside and heard about her lover's predicament, and she was thinking of going there herself to comfort him.
The result was another silver-plated gun tip, which looked good but was not practical.
If I had known earlier, I should have stayed in Atlantis for a few more days.
Ares climbed up from the ground and wanted to prove that he was still strong, but as the familiar feeling of fatigue surged into his heart, his face suddenly turned black and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
Why are you here again!
At this moment, in a residential house in the city of Knossos.
Loen sensed the scarlet words surging with divinity in his mind, and was even so excited that he wanted to jump out of the bed.
——The Divine Power of War·Infinite Martial Arts.
——I am the god of battle, I am the god of terror. I will set off killings again and again, go through countless battlefields, sacrifice with blood, temper with fire, and climb to the top!
As the arrogant words of God echoed in his mind, Loen clutched the corner of the quilt tightly with both hands, enduring the overbearing impact of the war divinity on the altar in his mind.
At the same time, the corresponding information was reflected in his heart.
The so-called [Infinite Martial Arts] refers to an era in which martial arts have reached a nearly unparalleled level. Such people can easily achieve complete unity of mind, body, and skills, and can exert the highest combat effectiveness even under the constraints of any mental or sexual conditions.
As far as Loen knew, there were only a handful of people in the entire Greek Heroic Age who were worthy of this title.
The most famous of them is the future Hercules.
And thousands of years later, Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake in Celtic mythology, also had such an honor.
According to the original text, Lancelot never lost a battle in his life, while the other Knights of the Round Table all had records of failure.
Legend has it that when King Arthur was assassinated, Lancelot was able to rush back from France, form an army of his own, and protect King Arthur alone. He single-handedly blocked the attack of an army, and walked away easily after the task was over. Even after losing his weapon, he could easily poke the enemy's head with a branch.
Obviously, these two representatives at the pinnacle of martial arts are enough to prove the value of this title.
However, if martial arts skills do not reach a certain level, how can one achieve the unity of mind, body and skills?
Loen looked at his overly white hands and couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.
However, with the influence of the divinity of war, he soon realized the true meaning of the integration of the three central physical skills of [Infinite Martial Arts].
Heart: refers to the unshakable heart and spirit, and tends to refer to perseverance and fighting spirit;
Skills: This is easy to understand. It refers to various martial arts skills that can be acquired through continuous fighting and training.
Body: Naturally, it refers to the final physical fitness, which can keep up with the level of skill performance.
In short, this means that even if one is disturbed or affected in various ways mentally and physically, one can still perfectly exert all of one's combat power.
To achieve this, one needs a strong will + proficient martial arts skills + corresponding physical ability, which is a comprehensive evaluation.
But when he thought about it carefully, Luo En couldn't help feeling a little confused.
Although he has been promoted to a demigod, he has rich combat experience in fighting Titans and monsters, as well as a strong fighting will.
However, this is still a long way from the real [Infinite Martial Arts].
To reach this level, is it enough to just instill a war divinity?
You know, even Ares himself, the god of battle, has not fully reached the level of [Infinite Martial Arts].
Otherwise, it would not be treated as an experience pack by the other main gods and brushed away at will.
“Buzz!”
Just as Loen was deep in thought, the silver oracle in his mind exploded into endless blood light, and one bloody and murderous battle scene after another filled his mind crazily.
Blood! War! Killing! Death!
The fierce figure wearing a bronze helmet with feathers and leather sleeves on his arms, sometimes wielding a bronze spear of war, sometimes holding the sword of the god of war, constantly piercing, sweeping, slashing and slashing at the enemies coming from all directions.
The figure exuding violent murderous intent became a giant beast on the battlefield that tore apart and devoured everything.
He is gifted with majesty, agility, and perseverance.
He is the enemy of wisdom and the scourge of life.
Blood flowed everywhere and lives were cruelly harvested, dedicated to terror and death.
The headless Titan, the mindless Nymph, the winged dragon, the roaring hero... one after another, they fell under his sword and in front of his spear.
As the last standing figure fell down with a loud bang, Loen, who was facing the God of War, felt a surge of pure fighting spirit and madness rushing into his heart, and the scarlet blood color gradually spread and swept across.
Suddenly, his eyes turned red, and his heart beat like a heavy drum. The hot blood pumped out of it madly, flowing to his limbs and bones, like flames burning in his body.
An urge to find an opponent and have a fierce battle with him made him unable to control himself, and he leaped into the dark courtyard.
Loen gritted his teeth and, relying on the sanity he managed to maintain, broke off a branch and started chopping at the flowers and plants on the road.
In an instant, branches and leaves flew everywhere, flowers withered, and the entire nursery was in a mess.
Finally, after venting, the uncontrolled blood and energy in the body finally showed signs of easing.
However, before Loen could figure out how to curb this unruly fighting spirit, a cold whisper came from behind him.
"Rough, too rough..."
Under the moonlight, Athena, dressed in a plain white dress, looked at the mess on the ground with a look of disgust that even a dog would shake its head at. She picked up a branch from the side, tapped her palm, stepped over the fallen flowers and leaves along the way, and walked slowly towards Loen, who was practicing sword moves with a branch in the yard.
"Okay, let me teach you how to use a sword!"
In an instant, the unruly fighting spirit in Loen's body burned like fuel to a raging fire, and the sword in his hand involuntarily chopped towards the goddess of wisdom.
A fierce battle is about to begin!
I only need 11 monthly tickets to get a badge. I would like to ask the big guys who have some votes to give me some to satisfy the author's collecting habit.
(End of this chapter)
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