Chapter 72: A drop of water should be repaid with a spring
Crete, coastal fortress.
Behind the solid defense line built of clay, volcanic ash, granite and rubble, with dense defensive spells stacked on top, a burly young man wearing bronze armor, with a standard Greek face and brown-black curly hair, looked at the black line of beast tide advancing on the sea in the rain of arrows and long-distance magic beams, and issued orders in an orderly manner.
"Distance 800 meters, crossbowmen retreat and reload! Spellcasters move forward to suppress!"
As the resonant voice spread throughout the army through the operation of resonance spells, the male and female priests distributed along the narrow defense line began to assemble in an orderly manner.
They either chanted the ancient Hermetic language to construct the basis for magic arrays such as attack and interference; or they sang ritual spells written in the words of God, prayed to the goddesses they believed in, and exchanged the spiritual power of faith for God's blessing and protection for the entire army.
For a moment, intersecting halos of light lit up in the army formation that was ready to fight.
The madly gathered and surged ether magic factors transformed into specific shapes such as magic bullets, flames, wind blades, rock guns, etc., falling towards the area connecting the sea surface and the shallows like a meteor shower.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
In an instant, the first batch of sea beasts that landed didn't even have time to scream before they turned into flying limbs and splattered flesh and blood.
The bright red blood gathered into a stream, and the broken body parts were scattered all over the ground.
However, the victory in the first battle not only failed to make the subsequent sea beasts retreat, but instead further stimulated their ferocity because of the pervasive smell of blood.
More monsters eager to devour, eager to eat, and eager to kill, under the command of the Sea God Blood Clan, landed on this small island, stepped over the corpses of their own kind, and under the bombardment of magic and divine arts, frantically advanced towards the coastal defense line whose outline could already be seen.
Gradually, the priests and the high officials could no longer withstand the huge consumption of their mental and magical energy, and the frequency of their attacks dropped visibly.
In just a quarter of an hour, many sea beasts crossed the concentrated fire range of the spellcasters and rushed towards the coastal fortress with their bloody and slippery bodies.
The young man with brown and black curly hair who was in charge of the command held his breath, stared closely at the movement of the monsters, and silently counted the distance in his mind.
700 meters, 600 meters, 500 meters...!
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
As the sea beasts swimming across the beach entered the 500-meter range, the magic traps set in advance were detonated one after another.
Thousands of deep-sea monsters were blown away by the violent explosion, and the densely advancing formation fell into chaos in an instant.
Chance!
When the young man with brown curly hair saw this, his eyes fixed, he raised his arm and swung it forward heavily, shouting in a solemn voice.
"Spear throwers, release!"
More than 500 warriors with strong shoulders and waists and long and powerful arms, under the blessing of the ritual spell, leaned their bodies back, and stretched their waists and backs into an exaggerated curve like a taut longbow, and then when the potential energy was full, they suddenly swung out the javelins in their hands and threw them forward.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
The spears drew cold arcs in the air and fell rapidly to the ground with sharp whistles, nailing the strange and bizarre sea beasts in the front row to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, dark red light patterns flashed on the javelin that hit the target, and then the entire thing exploded with a loud bang, turning into dense metal shrapnel that shot in all directions.
In an instant, the sea beasts that were about to pass the corpses of their companions and continue advancing were beaten into sieves by the sudden metal jet.
Too brutal...
At this moment, the commander, a young man with short brown hair, looked at the scarlet minced meat and shattered organs on the ground in front of him, muttered something secretly, and couldn't help but look back at a clerk with silver hair and purple eyes among the group of spellcasters.
It was this person who taught him the skill of engraving explosive runes on the javelin, activating it at the right time, and using metal fragments to inflict secondary damage to surrounding enemies.
At this moment, Loen noticed the gazes falling on him. He looked up at the young man with short brown hair in the front row and smiled, which made him look innocent and harmless with his handsome and fair face.
Thanks to the assistance of the Atlantis Guards, he directly or indirectly developed many new tactics to assassinate others.
As the saying goes, a drop of kindness (revenge) should be repaid with a spring.
In order to thank the selfless sacrifice and dedication of the ocean people along the way, these hard-earned achievements should naturally be used for them first.
Looking at the bloody battlefield in front of the beach, and the large number of sea beasts killed and injured in three waves of attacks without even touching the wall of the defense line, Loen felt inexplicably relieved, and even a hint of gloating appeared on his face.
Well, thanks to the fine family tradition, he doesn't seem to be very narrow-minded.
Finally, after thousands of sea beasts were killed or injured, those amphibious deep-sea monsters managed to use the corpses of their companions to carve out a bloody path and approach the towering coastal fortress.
However, after several rounds of destruction, their numbers were pitifully small, and almost all of them were injured, and their movements were quite slow and stiff.
"The city defenders hold their shields and spears, ready to engage the enemy!"
As the commands changed, solid shields were erected on the city walls, and long spears pierced out from the gaps, stabbing the sea beasts that had climbed up the high walls sporadically into sieves one by one.
Suddenly, the monsters, which were already at the end of their strength, could not withstand any more and fell from the city wall like dumplings, wailing and turning into a pool of meat paste on the ground.
Seeing how easily this huge beast tide was blocked before the fortress, the soldiers' originally uneasy mood calmed down and showed a hint of joy on their faces.
As he watched the beast tide in front of the defense line slow down its offensive pace and even begin to retreat, the commander, the young man with brown-black curly hair, couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief and slowly loosened his clenched fists.
Lorne, who was standing behind, watched the young man's outstanding performance in front of the battle and nodded secretly.
—Androgeos.
He was the eldest son of King Minos and the designated heir to the throne of Crete. Although he was not as qualified as his sister, who was the high priest, he was quite talented in leading the army and governing, and could be considered an heir that King Minos could barely consider himself to be.
Faced with the oncoming beast tide, King Minos, at a time when the survival of Crete was at stake, naturally had no time to consider any threats or power sharing, and decisively appointed his eldest son to lead the army.
The other two capable sons, Cartereus and Lycastus, were assigned to the two wings and were under the control of their eldest brother Androgeus.
Although in view of their father's words and deeds of ascending to the throne through violence, the princes often fought openly and secretly.
But they still understood the basic principle that when the enemy is at the doorstep, no one will be left unscathed.
Therefore, the brothers who fought together played well together and successfully won the first game.
only……
Loen's gaze swept across the three princes in the army and finally fell on the eldest prince Androgeos, with a barely perceptible sigh flashing in his eyes.
This eldest prince has some abilities, but his fate doesn't seem to be very good.
(End of this chapter)
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