Chapter 200 Everyone present is rubbish (1 update)
Author: Yu Yunfei
Chapter 200 Everyone present is rubbish (1 update)
The first generation is a god, the second generation is a demigod, what about the third generation?
Is there such a thing as [Quarter God]?
In history, the demigod Achilles was made a god after his death because the concentration of divine blood in his body was high enough, so he was also the top among demigods.
But the guy who just rushed over was so poor in both speed and agility that it was almost like slow motion.
Such a god's crotch is so stretched that you can't even see it.
Ange would never tolerate an enemy, even if it was just a random soldier.
Just hit it hard.
This blow undoubtedly dealt a blow to the head of the strong Greek opponents.
Ange's kick had a hint of power. After a blazing white light, the violent thunder and lightning contained in that kick penetrated the guy's body. The burly man flew backwards and hit the museum.
The wall immediately exploded like a watermelon.
In an instant, there were no bones left!
Ange's intimidation was fully activated on the spot!
"Come on! Get them all! He only has one person -" Old Mo was obviously gibbering.
This time, the two Amazon female warriors next to me were not happy!
Penthesilea raised her gun, and with one shot she stabbed the other unlucky guy who had jumped towards him to the core.
Diana seemed to be blocking and counterattacking in a serious manner, but she slapped the shield directly on a poor guy's face, performing a human version of "Knife Slaps Cucumber" on the spot. The blood and flesh splattered, and the bone fragments exploded. How can it be seen in the movies?
So literary and artistic, this is definitely a female murderer!
"Stay here!" Ange slapped Helen on the butt, causing her whole body to jump slightly as if she was electrocuted, showing a rather embarrassed expression.
She knew that she was a prize that only belonged to the winner. Although she knew that the winner was basically determined, she was still a little scared!
Ange had no time to think about her feelings.
In just a few breaths, the three generations of Greek gods who rushed forward had been chopped down by two fierce girls, and the remaining ones clearly showed fearful expressions.
Ange put the holy spear into the gun bag he had prepared long ago and hung it at an angle, and took out the [Achilles] short knife from his waist again.
Beside him, the killings of the two Amazon war goddesses were like an oil painting with bright colors called "War" - the dead warriors are the best cornerstone, the frightened enemies are the best embellishment, and the blood is the
The real theme of the painting.
Ange looked around, with a sharp gaze that no strong Greek man dared to look at.
All Ange saw was hesitation, fear, and uneasiness.
He sighed: "You guys let me down so much. I'm not targeting any of you, I just want to say - everyone here is rubbish!"
Heroes can grow old!
Heroes can be weak!
Heroes can even be informal and have many flaws.
The only thing a hero must never show is timidity!
Once a hero is timid, he can no longer be called a "hero".
It is obvious that the generous aristocratic life for more than two thousand years has completely corrupted their souls and bodies.
What did Ange see when he held two knives and charged forward at only 50% speed pretending to be ferocious?
These great heroes of the time were like Moses who parted the waters of the sea and retreated shouting.
Revealing Agamemnon who was supposed to be the commander.
Agamemnon still had the courage to swing his sword at Ange. The sword imbued with the power of the God of War was still sharp, but he was the only one who was slow.
A knife seemed to appear very suddenly on his neck, and then penetrated into his neck. The shining blade tore the flesh, and the scarlet liquid split the air like a crimson fan, and then turned into a cloud of water all over the sky.
Blood mist.
[Achilles], who had become a sword soul, watched in the artifact sword as he cut off the cervical vertebrae of his former ally.
This made Agamemnon's final gaze circle around the museum exhibition hall, and his unwilling and resentful gaze revealed the last thought in his supposedly glorious life - Kratos was indeed right, you are worthy of being a hero!?
The leader of the Greek coalition was never Menelaus, but Agamemnon.
After cutting off the 'brain', what remains are just 'siblings' who each have their own ideas and go their own way.
Ange licked his dry lips and smelled the blood. He felt a strange sweetness for no reason.
Is it the desire to win?
Or is it a farewell to this fate?
Ange doesn't know.
That mysterious excitement was like an energy drink poured into a long-dry throat. The refreshing taste was enough to make all the 100,000 pores in his body relax.
Anyway, the two most destructive pearls of the Trojan War, [Achilles] and [Hector], are already in his hands, and the rest are just side dishes at best.
"Let me end all this." Ange waved his swords and began to enjoy the battle heartily.
Each of his swordsmanship is broad strokes, without any amazing and exquisite swordsmanship. Even the most amateur swordsman can pick out a lot of flaws and flaws.
The biggest feature of his knife is that it is fast and fierce!
It's not about moves, it's just too fast for the eyes to catch and too heavy for the arms to parry.
Ajax, Odysseus, Palamedes...
Names that once shone brightly, names that once represented the pride of a country, disappeared in the brief and cruel confrontations with Ange.
They are noble descendants of gods, many of whom even have the status of demigods.
This kind of scene where gods are flying all over the sky, demigods are inferior to dogs, and gods fall at will would only happen in terrible battles in the age of mythology.
Each of these thrilling battles is written in an epic.
However, today! At this time! Here!
The people of Menelaus were dumbfounded when they felt the aura of brutal fighting reaching directly into their hearts and rushing toward their faces.
He was shaken.
For the first time, I doubted whether I was wrong in taking refuge in Ares.
In the museum hall, all the mortals had already fled, leaving only seven Greek royal guards, guarding him in vain.
A chill rose up his spine and reached the back of his head, causing Menelaus to lose the ability to speak.
He hadn't experienced this feeling in countless years.
In his eyes, Kratos has turned into a world-destroying beast, and he bared his snow-white teeth coldly.
He wanted to raise the sword, but he couldn't.
The fear had almost made him lose his fighting instinct.
He saw the sarcasm in Kratos' eyes, but there was absolutely no mercy in it.
The guards around him finally collapsed, yelled, and fled the bloody slaughterhouse.
He was left alone to face this fierce god.
At this moment, he looked over Kratos' broad shoulders and saw Helen, who was still beautiful. There was no longer fear in her eyes, but a strange relief.
Menelaus suddenly smiled bitterly. Facing the bright sword light in front of him, he was stunned to recall his youth, and thrust out a sword that could be called the pinnacle of the Trojan War 2,500 years ago...
After a brief but fierce confrontation between sword light and sword energy, the stronger sword light won.
Lao Mo squirmed for a long time, and the words that came out of his mouth were actually: "Kratos, promise me not to abandon Helen. In the final analysis, she is just a prop for the ambition of the gods."
It is difficult to imagine what kind of mentality Menelaus, whose body was cut off at the waist, said these words.