The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 518 - 41: The Mediocre King, The Heroic People (4.1k)

Chapter 518 -41: The Mediocre King, The Heroic People (4.1k)

On the battlefield.

With the earth and stone golems at the front of the formation shattered into shards, the King Thessaly’s city walls had collapsed extensively. Only the golden magic barrier erected by Luo En remained, becoming the final bastion.

It’s done!

Watching the unveiled city and ruins on the horizon and the trembling lambs, the giants greedily inhaled the scent of life permeating the air, shouting excitedly.

Antaeus, who had been repelled earlier, rose from the ground, looking at the thin layer of light that was the barrier, and smirked viciously.

Even a ritual curse cast by the deities couldn’t possibly withstand the combined assault of the beast tide and the giants on such a large scale.

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“Charge through, crush these vermin!”

Having said that, the towering giant took the lead, rushing towards the Royal City of Thessaly, driving the horde of magic beasts toward the gap that led straight into the heart of the city. One by one, the giants who had come back to their senses followed with heavy steps, pressing onward.

As the overwhelming black tide was about to engulf the citadel, about a hundred bronze chariots rolled over the collapsed debris, charging at the dense swarm of magic beasts and giants.

The spinning wheels roared like thunderbolts, hundreds of divine oxen lowered their heads and plunged into the enemy formation, sending swaths of magic beasts flying and trampling them into mush.

Several giants directing the magic beasts to siege the city raged upon seeing this, their black rocky muscles bulging. They strode forward, their crimson eyes flaming with fury, swinging crude, massive weapons like stone knives, clubs, and bone axes, chopping down in crisscross patterns.

“Great God Zeus, let your wisdom, your majesty descend upon us!”

King Admetos atop his bronze chariot drew his bronze dagger inscribed with runes, chanting blessings and waving it forward.

In an instant, light patterns danced upon the divine oxen, and purple thunderbolts coalesced beneath their iron hooves. With incredible speed and agility, they dodged the barrage of descending weapons. They then tore through the air with a piercing shriek and fierce thunderbolts, leaving a trail of severed limbs and tattered flesh.

Seeing the hole opened in the ranks of the magic beasts and giants outside the city, the anxious soldiers and residents inside, inspired, cheered excitedly for their king and warriors.

Luo En, in charge of maintaining the magic barrier, looked at that vanguard surging upstream through the tide of beasts and giants, his gaze resting on Admetos’s somewhat slender figure, flickering slightly.

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Among all the Greek kings he had seen, this Lord of Thessaly, whether in strategy or combat prowess, could only be summed up as mediocre, not even thoroughly so in either good or bad.

But, by his side gathered companions far more outstanding and powerful than himself.

Telamon drove his chariot, Cainis stood as his shield…

The God of Light, Apollo, was willing to bow his head for him, his beautiful wife Alcestis was willing to die for him, and the great hero Hercules was willing to wrestle with the God of Death for him…

Like that king of Arcadia, he was also afraid of death, but he did not shirk his duties.

And because of this steadfastness, he achieved a height that ordinary heroes did not, to the point that even Luo En was feeling a hint of fondness for this utterly ordinary king.

“Listen up, everyone, behind us is our city, our relatives, we have nowhere to retreat!”

At this moment, Admetos brandished his dagger, issuing a passionate and inspiring shout to the Divine Blood Guards who had followed him into battle and assault.

“If the citadel falls, we shall be the walls! If the spearheads break, we shall be the weapons! Charge, crush them!”

With the fall of the king’s sword, Telamon whipped the beasts, driving the oxen forward, and Cainis raised her shield and prepared her spear, guarding the flanks.

The two Divine Blood Heroes of Thessaly protected their king like a poignant banner thrust into the heart of the enemy forces.

Seeing their sovereign, whom they served, step forward, their praised heroes clearing the way.

The Divine Blood Guard’s blood boiled, seizing their weapons and following behind their king and heroes, continuing the charge, trying to break through the magic beasts and giants’ formation, relieving the pressure on the frontline.

“Seeking death!”

The leading Antaeus, seeing the beings he considered as ants daring to resist, flew into a rage.

He leapt high at once, his towering body wrapped in a blue glow, like a falling meteorite crashing into the swarm of speeding bronze chariots.

Bang, bang!

As the monster vigorously swung his arms, two chariots that couldn’t dodge in time were launched high, then crashed heavily among the horde of magic beasts.

A few Divine Blood warriors, dazed, were pulled out of their chariots and torn into shreds by the surrounding magic beasts and giants before they could react.

Antaeus, looking at his handiwork, took a deep breath of the blood-scented air and sneered, ready to lob another punch at the leading chariot carrying King Admetos and the two Divine Blood Heroes of Thessaly, preparing to completely snuff out the lamb’s feeble resistance.

“Boom!”

A thunderous explosion rang out on the battlefield, stones flew across the ground, creating a visible Aether Storm.

Following that, a towering, mountainous figure flew backwards, kicking up clouds of dust. Dozens of magic beasts of various sizes were turned into crimson mush due to their inability to dodge.

Standing before the bronze chariot, a towering man of 2.5 meters tall with rippling muscles remained in a punching stance, standing proudly.

“Hercules!”

“Hercules!”