Chapter 29 Do you want to die? Or do you not want to live?
On the Sea of Oceanus, the howling wind tore through the clouds on all sides, and the huge waves advanced forward like an overwhelming force.
Several giant mako shark-like sea beasts, under the dark waves, shook their crescent-shaped tail fins, pulling up ropes transformed from currents, dragging the swordfish-like warships on the sea. With the help of wind and waves, they cut through the waves and flew forward rapidly.
"Southwest position, 800 meters away, shoot at a 45-degree angle, fire!"
At the command of Vice Captain Andrew, the six Atlantis Golden Guards who were still able to fight immediately drew their bows and shot a hail of arrows at the target in the air.
It's really haunting!
Sensing the sharp sound of breaking air behind him, Loen frowned, cursed inwardly, and decisively adjusted the strength of his magic output, controlling the height and posture of the Wings of Ikaros behind him, and flexibly dodged the successive arrows.
However, just as he was making an evasive move, the two demigods standing on the bow of the ship also tacitly placed two golden-bronze arrows with delicate wave patterns carved on them and faintly shining starlight on them on the bowstrings, and gathered strength to pull the bronze longbow to its full potential.
A familiar and strong sense of crisis instantly boiled in Loen's heart, making his scalp tingle instinctively.
Orichalcum Secret Arrow! Again?!
Almost at the moment when this thought popped up in Loen's mind, the air behind him began to whimper miserably, and the cold edge blocked his space for movement up and down, and the crisis was imminent.
The first round of arrow rain from the Golden Guards is used to force the target to reveal a flaw, and then the demigod master seizes the opportunity and uses the Orichalcum steel secret arrows with superior armor-piercing performance to shoot a truly lethal second round of arrow rain.
It has to be said that after this chase, the Atlantis Guards are growing rapidly and forming an increasingly tacit cooperation.
But their opponents are also not standing still.
At the critical moment, Loen suddenly withdrew the magic supply to one side of Ikaros's wing. His body turned in the air under the rapid change of airflow, and he narrowly avoided the attack from two Orichalcum steel secret arrows.
It’s my turn!
At the same time, Loen narrowed his eyes, pulled out the old bronze sword from the magic circle that was formed in front of him, and threw it violently.
"laugh!"
The long sword made a sharp whistling sound and broke through the air.
The two demigods subconsciously burst out with their divine power, propping up a sea-blue light curtain at the bow of the ship to keep the long sword out.
“Crack!”
The two collided, and a crisp shattering sound was heard.
This is……
Captain Darkress looked up suddenly, and was shocked to see that on the cracked bronze sword, someone had drawn several overlapping Hermetic characters with divine blood, and their meaning was - explosion!
At the same time, a dazzling stream of light burst out from the cracks in the bronze sword, and thousands of sword blade fragments shot out, turning into indestructible metal jets at close range.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
At the moment of contact, the sea-blue light screen covering the ship was completely shattered.
Damn it!
The two demigods were caught off guard and their pupils twitched. They could only hastily and forcefully erect a second barrier to protect the people around them.
“Boom!”
The exposed warships and the sea beasts pulling the boats were instantly beaten into sieves by the violent metal jets, and then engulfed in a brilliant explosion and flames.
Phew, I finally got rid of it.
Seeing that he had destroyed the biggest threat to Tuzhan and successfully distanced himself from the group of Atlantis Guards, Loen breathed a sigh of relief.
“Crack…”
However, before he could catch his breath, a crisp sound of breaking echoed in his ears.
His body, which was suspended in mid-air, paused and he turned his head stiffly to look behind him.
I saw several radioactive cracks spreading on the wings of Ikaros.
Obviously, after experiencing a series of wind pressure changes and high-intensity magic conversions, it has reached its limit and can no longer bear the burden and is on the verge of destruction.
It’s worthy of being a product of the Friendship Pool. Judging from the quality, it’s not just pockmarks, it’s a rip-off!
At this moment, Loen felt like crying but had no tears.
As he gradually lost control of the wind, he had to give up his plan to cross the Sea of Oceanus directly and look for a nearby island to land.
Fortunately, there is always a way out. Just as the Wings of Ikaros was about to completely collapse, a lush island came into view.
In the center of the island, there stood several dilapidated marble buildings, like some kind of ancient temple, with an obscure atmosphere surging and permeating the earth veins.
And among the collapsed pillars and damaged stone sculptures in the square, there were dozens of black spots busying about.
Temple? Someone?
Loen's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively became alert, but at this moment, he had no time to think about it and could only fold his wings and fall into a relatively desolate forest on the island.
Meanwhile, in Marble Square.
What?!
A bald strong man with a face full of flesh and a short and sturdy middle-aged man in a felt hat felt the vibration under their feet. They raised their heads at the same time and their eyes met towards the southwest of the island.
Then, the two looked at each other, and the bald strong man who took the lead spoke first in a deep voice.
"Xiust, go over and take a look!"
"Isn't this a bit bad?"
The short and sturdy middle-aged man in a felt hat looked around at the stones being cut and moved, the sculptures, and several old items that were quite old that were dug out from the ruined temple. He couldn't help but laugh dryly and rubbed his hands, with greed revealed in his slender eyes.
"Don't worry, your share will be there."
The bald strong man promised with a cold face, but when he saw that the middle-aged man did not move, he raised a finger impatiently.
"I'll add another 10% at most. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will!"
"I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Noticing that the bald sturdy man was a little annoyed, the middle-aged man in the felt hat nodded and agreed with a smile on his face, then turned into a residual shadow and moved towards the southwest of the island where the unusual movement came from.
Watching the other party walking farther and farther away and finally disappearing from sight, the scarred young man standing behind the bald strong man spoke indignantly, and standard bronze armor was revealed under his coarse cloth collar.
"Boss, we are the ones doing the hard work, why does he get so much? Why don't I catch up and kill this guy!"
"Shut up, idiot! Do you really think you're still in Seriphos?"
The bald burly man glared at the scarred young man behind him, lowered his voice and snorted coldly.
"Don't you think I don't want to? But without a guide, and without an accurate chart of the Oceanus Sea, are you sure you can make it to shore alive? What's the point of getting more? The most important thing is to have a life to spend!"
Under the boss's scolding, the young and energetic scarred man glanced at the several figures mixed in the crowd around him, who were dressed the same as the middle-aged man in the felt hat, and lowered his head in disappointment. He could only spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground to vent his dissatisfaction.
"Bah! A bunch of Arcadian scum, money-hungry thieves!"
Legend has it that Hermes, the messenger of gods, was born in a cave in Arcadia and is a widely known patron saint of the area.
Perhaps influenced by this god, the people of Arcadia are cunning, and it is a paradise where thieves, merchants, and swindlers gather together to do great things.
Of course, those favored by Hermes would more or less receive some blessings from the messenger of god, so they were agile and good at hiding, and were first-rate experts in risk elimination, exploration, and message delivery.
The middle-aged man in a felt hat named "Xiust" is the best among them because he has the blood of Hermes flowing in his veins.
However, his greed is also well-known in the industry.
If this mission didn't have extremely high risks and rewards, they wouldn't have brought along such a money-hungry guy.
In addition, there are other factors that contribute to the peace and tranquility among the people.
For example, although both of them have been demigods for many years, the bald strong man himself was not sure he could subdue Xiuster, who inherited Hermes's extreme speed, with one blow, not to mention his deputy who had just become a demigod.
In fact, they were not bandits, but the strongest elite that Seriphos could muster. They were entrusted with an important task by the king and could not afford to make any mistakes.
Once the two sides fall out, it will not benefit anyone.
"Okay, stop talking and get to work!"
The bald strong man calmed his thoughts, waved his hand and gave orders, and the dozen or so people in charge of guarding and labor around him could not help but speed up the progress of the moving.
Seeing the stone slabs and sculptures engraved with ancient secret codes being sent onto the ship, the strong man, who had been feeling the pain of bleeding from cutting flesh, felt relieved a lot.
Although this mission did not find the [Divine Blood] that His Majesty the King wanted most, finding an abandoned temple on this deserted island was still an unexpected gain.
As long as these and [that thing] can be safely transported to shore, it will be enough to make up for the losses and mistakes of this trip and allow everyone to make a fortune.
While the bald strong man was thinking about the carefree life after returning to the city, he couldn't help but take a few glances at the sculptures around him.
For some reason, he always felt that the sculptures on the island were weird, like...
——Living people were forcibly stuffed into the stone shell.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the bald man couldn't help but shiver. He subconsciously shrank his neck and urged.
"Hurry up! Make sure to load everything onto the ship before dark! As soon as Shuster comes back, we'll return immediately!"
Everyone looked at the sun sinking toward the sea and quickened their movements.
About a quarter of an hour later, the bald man who was pacing on the spot couldn't help feeling anxious.
It's strange, why is there still no news from Xuester after such a long time?
Could it be that...
In a flash, the bald strong man suppressed the groundless speculation in his mind and comforted himself.
How is that possible? Hermes' bloodline is the best at running away. As long as he wants to escape, almost no one can catch him!
Well, something must have delayed him. Let’s wait and see.
Soon, the bald strong man calmed down and continued to command his men to search for the secret treasures in the abandoned temple on the island.
At the same time, in the dim forest.
A descendant of Hermes looked at the dozens of exploding runes flickering faintly under his feet, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Don't move, it will explode."
A kind reminder came as the "corpse that fell from a high altitude" in the deep pit ahead, which had originally attracted all of Xuester's attention, was slowly crawling up from the ground, turning around to brush off the dust and dead leaves on its body, and smiled at him, showing eight neat and white teeth.
"So, you want to die? Or you don't want to live?"
“…”
After hearing the two options, Xiuster opened his mouth silently and his expression froze.
There will be no more long chapters, here are 3,000 words, and another 3,000 words in the afternoon, to make sure that today's update of 6,000 words is completed before 8 o'clock.
(End of this chapter)
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