Chapter 675: For Rome's Sake, Help Your Brother
Seeing that one bronze giant was successfully destroyed, the two gods in the air did not hesitate at all. They turned into two streams of light, one golden and one black, and greeted the remaining two.
As the distance got closer and flames continued to explode in the sky, the Roman scholars watching the battle from behind finally got a full look at the two uninvited guests.
One of them was wearing an Indian-style armor that was interwoven with dark purple and gold, with lotus patterns adorning the hem of his clothes. His skin was as deep as sandalwood, his long silver hair was tied up with a gemstone chain, and a red emblem in the shape of a third eye was inlaid on his forehead. His amethyst-like eyes contained both divine indifference and the ripples of human struggle. He held a light bow with Sanskrit words flowing in it, and when the bowstring was plucked, cyan-gold ripples would appear, and the arrow would turn into a beam of light like a meteor.
"Gandibald?"
The scholars deciphered the Sanskrit on the bow and their faces changed slightly.
The divine bow Gandibal was made by the Indian creator god Brahma.
It is said that it has one hundred concave points and one thousand golden bends. It is larger than any weapon and can destroy an enemy army. It can be used as a thousand bows and can expand a country. It is painted in various colors, beautiful and indestructible. It is often worshipped by the gods, danavas and gandharvas.
Initially, Brahma himself owned it for a thousand years, Indra the king of heaven owned it for eighty-five years, King Soma owned it for five hundred years, and Varuna the god of the sea owned it for a hundred years. Later, the fire god Agni asked for this bow from the god of the sea and gave it to a hero of divine blood as a weapon.
This divine-blooded hero is named "Arjuna", which means "white", "silver" and "clean". Because of his dark skin, he is also called the "Black Prince".
According to the epic, the king of Kurukshetra, Pandu, was cursed by an immortal and died after having sex. Therefore, Kunti, the queen of Pandu, proposed to use the mantra she had learned when she was young to ask the gods to continue the king's offspring. The king hoped to have a son with great martial arts and extraordinary achievements, so he asked his wife to use the mantra to summon Indra, the king of gods, and the son born was Arjuna.
In fact, this was not the first time that Queen Kunti cast the mantra to pray for a child. Before marrying King Pandu, she used the mantra to summon the sun god Surya, and after combining with him, she gave birth to the son of God Karna, who was the silver-haired young man who was previously suppressed by the three bronze giants.
Because of the fusion between the ages of gods, Persia and India formed an alliance.
Arjuna and Karna, half brothers, were commissioned by King Pandu to escort a group of Vimana light boats to the Persian army and work for Darius III as appropriate.
I originally thought that even if there were some variables in this level of mortal conflict, Karna alone would be enough to handle it.
Unexpectedly, this group of Romans were so powerful. Not only did they fight a classic battle of defeating the larger force with a smaller one, they also suppressed Karna with strange metal creations.
As a result, he and another Persian hero had to show up and take action to reverse the situation.
Arjuna turned his eyes slightly and looked to the side.
In mid-air, the mysterious Persian hero had loose coarse black hair stained with bronze rust, with several braids decorated with animal bone ornaments hanging in front of his forehead. Desert sand and dried blood were often stuck between his hair.
His right arm had turned into a dragon due to the dragon-slaying curse, and had grown green scales, while his left half of his body still retained the muscular outline of a human warrior. His bronze skin was covered with crisscrossing old scars, and a twisted network of blood vessels like tree roots protruded from his heart due to a half-cut dragon tooth. His muscle lines were like bronze-forged war totems, and his joints had dark red blood cocoons from years of fighting.
There is a golden divine pattern on the collarbone that looks like an eagle spreading its wings. It glows brightly as the blood expands, making people want to worship it.
"Garshasbu..."
Arjuna murmured the real name of the Persian hero, looking at the other party with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Garshaspu, the greatest hero in Persian mythology, the eternal immortal, the origin and supreme commander of the Persian Immortal Army.
He is extremely powerful, tireless, sleepless day and night, and always vigilant. He is the third host of Kaiyang's aura, which has transformed into an eagle.
His father was named Atart, the third person to create humus. He was blessed with two sons, the elder brother, the judge Urvahya, and the younger brother, the hero Garshasb. The Persians believed that they were descendants of the wise king Jamshid.
Garshasibu did not disappoint this bloodline. He completed many trials of God with his own powerful strength:
First, kill the unicorn dragon. This monster is as big as a mountain, with pus all over its body, its tail can fill a river, its bad breath can blacken the sun, and when it bites, there will be thunder and lightning. The yellow venom it sprays is higher than the spear, and it has devoured countless people and animals. Garshasibu woke it up while cooking on its back, dodged its attack, and took half a day to run to its head. He shot three arrows at its brain, eyes, and teeth to weaken it, and then beat it to death with a mace.
Second, eliminate the giant monster Gandalfo nicknamed the golden heel. This monster lives in the sea. When it stands in the deep sea, the water can only reach its knees. Its head is as high as the sun. Its huge mouth can swallow the territory of twelve provinces. It is said that it uses the sky as a car and the earth as a wheel. The gods of good and evil are only worthy of it as a horse. It killed many heroes. Garshasbu offered sacrifices to the Persian gods and was protected. He killed it by the river.
Third, he killed a giant bird called "Kamac". This strange bird used its wings to block the rain and poured all the water into the Farah Kart River, causing drought. Garshasbu shot it with a bow and arrow for seven days and seven nights to make it fall.
After that, he killed seven giant bandits, subdued the desert wind monster Viawan, and performed other miraculous deeds.
However, due to his arrogance, he extinguished the holy fire, lost the protection of the spiritual light, and was trapped by a nightmare cast by a banshee. He fell asleep in the Zabustan wilderness and his soul was thrown into hell. With his own confession and the joint pleadings of humans, gods, and animals, he was given the mission of saving the world. During the waiting time, he was guarded by 99,999 holy spirits and fell into eternal sleep.
Later, the evil dragon Azidahaka in Persian mythology broke free from its seal. After it devoured one-third of the world, it was completely killed by the resurrected Garshasbu. Garshasbu saved the remaining two-thirds of the world and was able to enter heaven.
Based on the above miraculous achievements, he can be said to be the strongest among Persian humans and the heroic king of the Persian Age of Gods.
Its status is similar to that of Hercules in the Greek Age of Gods and Gilgamesh in the Babylonian Age of Gods.
The corresponding figure in the Indian Age of Gods is the human hero who was reincarnated from the guardian god Rama in another epic, the Ramayana. Karna and Arjuna in the Mahabharata are much shorter than this Garshaspu.
(In comparison, the status of Karna and Arjuna is similar to that of Achilles and Hector mentioned in the Greek epic "Iliad", and the legend and deeds of Garsaspu clearly have a sense of déjà vu of the Twelve Trials of Hercules.)
During his stay in the Persian army, Arjuna was not convinced by the comparison and fought against the "eternal immortal" in Persian mythology.
But the result was that he lost nine out of ten games. Only when he and his brother Karna joined forces could they defeat the opponent.
All in all, this is a pretty formidable opponent.
At this moment, the Roman scholars also deciphered the real name of the Persian hero from Arjuna's lip movements, and their hearts were instantly filled with gloom.
India’s two great epic heroes – Karna and Arjuna;
Garshasbu, a figure comparable to Hercules in Persian mythology;
Unexpectedly, there were three king bombs hidden in a Persian vanguard army that was exploring the way. This caused big trouble!
Almost instantly, scholars figured out the only answer:
Retreat immediately!
Otherwise, everyone will die here!
However, the Persians, who were forced to play their last trump card, obviously would not give the Romans this opportunity.
"Indra's thunder, you give life to good things and judge evil things. This is the cycle of creation and destruction - Indra's wrath!"
Arjuna pulled the divine bow Gandhiba, and the light arrow condensed from purple lightning burst out with dazzling lightning in the strong wind.
As the bowstring loosened, the world trembled in the roar, the mountains collapsed in the thunderstorm, and the clouds were torn into pieces by the electric current. The sky-filled lightning spears transformed by the divine power of the Indian Emperor shot forward and instantly tore the second bronze giant into pieces.
"Arjuna!"
"Arjuna!"
"Arjuna!"
The Indian soldiers riding the Vimana light boat shouted excitedly and cheered for their prince, their hero.
Likewise, Garshaspu, the heroic king of the Age of Persian Gods, was not to be outdone:
"Lord of Light! Father of All Flames! Blessed One! To conquer the enemies of this world, please grant the strongest man-god the light of a thousand blades!"
Amid the solemn chanting, a golden sword appeared in his hand, dancing in a circular trajectory. With runes flashing, it looked like a golden sun hanging high in the sky.
Then, one after another, the condensed and fissioned golden swords took shape and separated from it. Following the command, they fell as densely as rain, shooting the third bronze giant into a sieve and melting it into residue with the high-temperature flames.
Seeing this, the Persians couldn't help but burst into even louder cheers.
Damn it!
Caesar cursed inwardly as he led the few remaining God's Blood Guards out of the bunker and joined the unprotected scholars:
“Go!”
At this point, the Romans had lost all chances of a comeback. They only had a glimmer of hope by withdrawing from the battlefield while Arjuna and Garshasp were busy dealing with the bronze giant and other Atlantean troops.
The fellow cavalrymen also realized this and quickly rescued the seriously injured Alexander and rushed to reunite with Caesar.
The three forces supported each other and retreated in an orderly manner to the periphery of the battlefield.
However, by focusing on the future, they ignored another threat.
"Bang!"
A golden-red figure rushed out from the hot magma and blocked the Roman army in front.
Looking at the iconic sun-shaped divine pattern on the young man's chest, Alexander and Caesar's faces suddenly changed.
"Sorry, you have to stay."
Karna flicked off a few pieces of solidified magma shells on his body, his expression as calm as ever.
As the son of Surya, the sun god, he has a natural affinity and strong resistance to fire.
Therefore, it is extremely difficult to kill him with light and heat.
"Let this blow be a farewell, everyone."
Karna slowly raised the Sun Spear in his hand, and the scorching flames that roasted through the skin and flesh, evaporated the blood, and burned the armor and bones poured down like a golden-red river.
Caesar mobilized the little remaining divine power in his body and frantically fought against the power from the sun. At the same time, his spear lightly brushed the round shield covered with charred marks. He stepped forward, straightened his back, and roared at the top of his lungs:
"Eurynome of Order and Chaos, build a wall of flesh and blood, and gather the will of the people to form a city! This body is Rome, and the world is Rome!"
The Roman soldiers looked determined, their backs facing each other, sacrificing their flesh and blood and lives, holding high their shields, and building an iron wall to defend Rome on the spot.
Boom boom boom boom!
Thousands of flaming spears fell like a torrential rain of meteors, and tens of thousands of shields were shattered one after another by the light and shadow gathered by God's will. The Roman soldiers behind them who had concentrated their will here also vomited blood and fell to the ground as the light and shadow collapsed.
Bang bang bang bang!
Immediately afterwards, the Roman soldiers below were ignited by the flames one by one and turned into ashes in painful twists.
But in the end, the Roman shield formation blocked the attack from the gods at the cost of collective injuries.
“Boom!”
The deflected flames shot towards the sea, causing huge waves nearly a hundred meters high and large amounts of water vapor rising up.
Karna slowly lowered his body and looked at the crumbling Roman soldiers in front of him with a level gaze. A rare look of admiration and seriousness emerged in his amber eyes:
"You are amazing for blocking a blow from God with human will. As soldiers, you have done your best and lived up to your duty and this land. So surrender. This is not a humiliating defeat, but an honorable exit. I will persuade Darius III to give you the courtesy that belongs to heroes."
Caesar wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed loudly:
"Warriors! Tell him your answers!"
At the same time, staggering figures, dragging their wounded bodies, gathered here, proudly knocking on their shields, and collectively issued a mocking declaration:
"Come and get it if you can!"
"Come and get it if you can!"
"Come and get it if you can!"
One warrior after another stood up from the ruins, rubble, and deep pits, stepped over the corpses and broken swords of their companions on the ground, and gathered forward.
They laughed heartily, vented their emotions to their heart's content, puffed out their chests and joined in the shouting.
Since there is no way to retreat, let's just fight!
Because right under your feet is Rome, and behind you is glory!
"God of War Mars, our determination is gathered here and burns here!"
Caesar roared, shaking his chest, and the divine blood in his body burned wildly.
"We will win! We will win! We will win!"
Almost at the same time, all the Roman soldiers behind him stood up with their shields, burning with blood, and shot their spears of punishment towards the blazing golden sun in the sky. The faintly moving military forces echoed each other and were melted into a forest of steel spears as aggressive as fire.
While alive, life is burning all the time.
The body of God,
Human blood.
Without fighting to the last moment, no one knows which one will emit the brighter light and heat at the end of the embers.
"Very good. Since you have made your choice, there is no need for mercy or condemnation on the battlefield. Your courage is worthy of my full efforts as a farewell gift. Warriors from a foreign country, there is no point in saying more. Say goodbye to this world from now on!"
In Karna's hand, there was a spear with a sun wheel ornament, which slowly unfolded metal bone spurs and madly sucked the magic factors around it.
"Take this opportunity to learn from the mercy of the King of Gods. Extinction is this stab. My father Surya, take this as a lesson and send down divine power to burn everything!"
Under the solemn words of God, the power of the sun god Surya, the skill of the creator god Brahma, and the magic spear of Indra, the emperor of heaven, gathered together into an indestructible torrent of flames, delivering a devastating blow to the crumbling weak line of defense!
In just a moment, the thousands of spears thrown by the Roman soldiers were melted into iron liquid. The heat that burned everything penetrated the scholars' weak magic defense and poured down towards the fragile life.
At the critical moment, a solemn chant came from the distant horizon:
"Everything, everything, comes to my gun - Rome was born from my gun!"
In an instant, a touch of green filled with the breath of life broke out of the ground in front of the Romans, extending its branches and leaves to gather thousands of strands of blood and energy, forming a prosperous fortress that divided the space and kept out the torrent of flames from the sky.
The people of Rome were excited.
Because the appearance of the fortress was exactly what they imagined Rome to be.
According to legend, the origin of Rome was a tree that grew from a dead branch, and a spear that was imitated from a tree trunk.
Right now, there is probably only one hero who can perform such a miracle.
The Roman soldiers all looked back.
I saw a man wearing golden armor, holding a long spear that looked like a dead branch, with a burly physique and a majestic face, striding towards me.
——The ancestor of gods, Romulus!
The soldiers cheered in unison, their faces filled with enthusiasm that was beyond words.
Master!
Karna sensed the surging divine will of the person who came, and decisively increased his divine power to the extreme:
"Burning the mountains and boiling the sea, unprecedented and unparalleled - Sun, submit to death!"
The high temperature and divine power swept over, the ground cracked and sank, and the sacred tree that protected the Roman soldiers wailed under the heavy burden.
Upon seeing this, Romulus immediately moved across the air and arrived in front of the battle formation. He raised his hand and grasped the trunk of the sacred tree, causing it to reveal its true form as the Spear of Nation-Building. He frantically gathered and extracted the spirituality of the Roman world from the spiritual veins of the earth, and chanted solemnly:
"My body is Rome, the world is Rome! The stars in the sky bless this place, and the eternal kingdom descends here. My love embraces everything! My spear reaches everything! Our arms open up everything - to the sky!"
A huge golden halo spread and rippled, and golden-red spear-shaped light bands shot towards Karna in mid-air, engulfing the flames of the son of the sun god inch by inch.
It's bad!
Karna is no match for that man!
Arjuna and Garshasp's faces suddenly changed. Without bothering to clear the Atlantis mechas on the battlefield, they quickly flew to the front battlefield to support their teammates who were at a disadvantage.
However, before they arrived at the scene, a solemn divine voice echoed in their ears:
"Gods above, my spear is indestructible, unbreakable, unbending, and can pierce through everything!"
On the horizon, a middle-aged man with a beard and a decadent temperament threw a javelin forward with all his strength.
The divine power emanating from the tip of the spear was enough to easily destroy the six ancient city walls that had been reinforced with defensive spells.
Amidst a deafening roar, Arjuna crashed into the Persian camp like a falling meteor.
At the same time, a blonde girl with dragon horns on her head and dressed in a gorgeous dress took out a large golden cup decorated with gems from the magic circle diagram, and while pouring the divine liquid in the cup onto the ground, she began to chant:
"The golden cup is overflowing here;
My skyscraper is built here high;
My theater opened here;
This is the house of God, this is the gate of heaven;
Seven seals are revealed, seven trumpets sounded;
The Seven Hills Palace Tombs will have your name engraved on them!"
Under the loud and resounding words of God, specks of light floated out from the sea, the ground, the sky, the mountains, and even from the bones of the Roman dead, gathering into thousands of golden light bands visible to the naked eye, building a magnificent and extravagant golden theater on the spot.
Seven ferocious red dragon heads poked out from seven directions of the theater, and simultaneously opened their huge mouths, spewing out a scorching torrent of energy that burned everything towards the audience trapped in the theater.
"Witness your apocalypse!"
The blonde girl laughed and dropped the empty golden cup in her hand, then drew out her own baton from the magic circle - a scarlet sword engraved with Latin, and rushed to her own stage, her own battlefield.
Hector the Builder?
Divine Emperor Nero?
These two are here too!
So……
Alexander and Caesar seemed to sense something and looked up at both sides of the horizon.
At the same time, thunder rumbled on the ground.
Two fully armed Roman legions, led by two Roman generals, marched across the bumpy battlefield and cut off the unsuspecting Persian army in half.
It's Pompey and Octavian!
The two looked at each other, and simultaneously spat out blood foam from their mouths, drew their swords and roared:
"Everyone, charge! Kill these Persians!"
"We will win! We will win! We will win!"
Seeing the reinforcements coming, the Roman soldiers cheered in unison and rushed towards the defeated Persian army like tigers descending from the mountains.
(End of this chapter)
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