The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 762 - 153 Please Go to Your Death, Your Majesty (6.2k)

Chapter 762: Chapter 153: Please Go to Your Death, Your Majesty! (6.2k) Chapter 762: Chapter 153: Please Go to Your Death, Your Majesty! (6.2k) Athens’ counterattack seemed like the silent charge of trumpets.

At the same time, the Great Temples in the city-states of the Peloponnesian Peninsula, silent for over two hundred years, also started to hum and tremble.

Hum, hum, hum, hum!

Beams of dazzling divine light burst forth, like lances shooting towards the sky, tearing through the dark tide that blotted out the sun.

The same scene unfolded across various city-states.

In Sparta, Apollo, the God of Light, played the lyre, and tens of thousands of Holy Beasts Gryphons rushed out of the Temple;

In Colchis, Ares, God of War, roared fiercely, and swarms of Two-legged Flying Dragons rose into the sky amidst bloodshed;

In Arcadia, Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, fired arrows, and squads of Battle Nymphs drew bows and vibrated strings;

In Eleusis, Demeter, Agriculture God, bestowed protection, and the immortal Eleusis Believers charged ahead;

In Thessaly, Queen Hera raised her arms and shouted, and Divine Blood Heroes, who had fought in the War of Giants, answered the call;

In Troizen City, Amphitrite, Queen of the Sea, blew the conch shell, stirring the relocated sea deities into furious waves;

On Sicily, Craftsman God Hephaestus hammered down, and fully metallic battle automatons surged out of the roaring volcano;

On Cyprus Island, Love God Aphrodite exercised her charm, and enchanted Sea Beasts became formidable weapons for defending the city…

Amid the darkness and catastrophe, the beleaguered lambs witnessing these scenes recalled long-lost memories, and tears of excitement slid down their cheeks.

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Their deities had never forsaken them!

Their faith had never been obscured!

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At this very moment, on the frontline defending against the dark tide at Troy Battlefield.

As they could not shake the sturdy city, the dark tide shifted direction towards the nearby villages.

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“Immortality! Immortality! Immortality!”

Several humanoid monsters, covered in black mud and wielding spears and shields, a longsword each, yelled their mad praises while sniffing the scent of the living, and charged into a valley outside Troy.

Scores of men, women, children, and elderly who had fled there could only huddle together, shivering, or painfully close their eyes, quietly awaiting death.

“Boom!”

Yet, before the sharp swords could fall, a violent explosion preempted them, and grotesque mud figures, like cannonballs, were forcibly expelled from the mouth of the valley and smashed into the mountains behind.

The armor made of black mud shattered, exposing a clump of filthy mud that twisted and wriggled inside, like blood-like dirt flowing to the ground, sizzling as if lava poured down from doomsday.

Still, two black mud monsters survived the powerful strike.

Though severely damaged, they had not died; their shattered bodies were rapidly healing, visible to the naked eye, and the outer shell reformed with the flow of the black mud.

And in their twisted and blurred faces, they mechanically and madly praised this great divine business:

“Immortality… Immortality… not…”

“Rumble!”

In an instant, resounding sonic booms erupted, and a stalwart figure, lion-like, darted toward the rock wall with lightning speed, his muscular arms choking the necks of the two black mud monsters.

“Enough nonsense, so annoying!”

Under the fierce cold sneer, those calloused hands, with incredible brute strength, forcefully yanked the two several-meter-tall mud figures off the rock and then violently smashed them to the ground.

Accompanied by rising dust, radial spiderweb-like cracks appeared around.

And at the center of the explosion, two recovering mud figures lay in pieces, their heads completely severed from their bodies, the heart-like clumps of mud also turned to gray-black coal ash.

But the two heads still stared straight at the trembling flock in the valley, intermittently repeating the heavenly decree:

“The divine business of our king… must… immortal, the order of the world… must… re…”

“Bang! Bang!”

Before the words ended, a raised right foot stomped down repeatedly, crushing the still babbling things into a pile of smashed mud.

“Ptui, to hell with his divine business! To hell with his immortality!”

The lion-like elderly man contemptuously spat at the ground and then turned to look at the trembling men, women, children, and elderly behind him, a kind smile appearing on his aged face.

“You’re safe now.”

Safe?

Looking at the elderly man clad in Bronze Armor, his skin pale as death, and the smoky gray figures around, the people in the valley hesitated, their voices trembling as they inquired:

“Are you letting us go?”

“Letting you go? What a joke!”

A sinister sneer rose from one side as a young man, donned in Golden Armor with a ruby earring on his left ear, stepped forward and, under the despairing gazes of the survivors, dramatically changed his tone and laughed joyfully,

“Hahaha, of course, we’re going to escort you to a safe place!”

The rollercoaster of an ending left the weak-hearted men, women, and elderly numb and stunned.

“Sisyphus, what, you’re asking for a beating again?”

The elderly man, or rather King Minos, glared at his deceiving colleague from the Hades behind him, then glanced at the surging dark tide and the towering barrier on the horizon, raised his Bronze Long Spear, and proclaimed,

“Form up, march into the city!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

A rhythmic clanging of shields resonated across the wilderness, as numerous figures with human faces emerged from the fog, assembling around King Minos and marching boldly towards Troy.