The Wolf of the Sun raged in the sky, the flames poured out of the mouth of the Wolf of the Day, and there was purgatory on earth everywhere, and Scol was so proud that he felt that the wounds on his body from the Gallic fighter were not so painful.

The wolf of the sun was not afraid of the missile attack, but was engulfed in flames at the moment of the missile attack, and no missile was close to his body, so he did not suffer the slightest damage in the indiscriminate bombardment of the Danish government.

The only remaining fighter group in Gaul did not dare to attack rashly, and began to make a roundabout, and with their high-speed movement, the Wolves of the Sun really could not catch up with them.

However, the Gallic fighter pilots seemed to be frightened by the long flames spit out by the wolf of the sun, and did not dare to continue the offensive maneuver, but prepared to return the same way.

"The general has an order, evacuate!"

The pilots were relieved, and the Gallic fighters began to evacuate quickly, and in their eyes, Denmark could no longer be saved.

The wolf of the sun can still fly, how can this be fought?

It's not that our army doesn't work hard, but the wolf of the sun will go to heaven!

With the evacuation of the fighter group and the destruction of the destruction, the arrogance of the wolf of the sun has become more and more serious.

He descended from the sky in a dazzling manner, and in the midst of the ruins, he unscrupulously swallowed the raging flames, making the surrounding ruins become 'more on fire'.

No way, having strength and breathing fire is as simple, boring and tasteless.

Once again, flames erupted from the mouth of the Wolf of the Sun, and a large number of trees were engulfed in flames and plunged into a sea of fire.

Throughout the island, the Sun-Chasing Wolf Skull was unstoppable, and over time, the Sun-Chasing Wolf Skull gradually developed a bold idea.

Is Lao Tzu invincible in the world?!

Such an invincible thought could no longer calm down after the Sun Wolf Skull rose in his heart, and at present, although the attack methods of mortals can cause some damage to themselves, they do not affect anything very much, just like a person walking in the jungle and accidentally being injured by leaves.

Insignificant.

The Wolf of the Sun, Scuul, paused with satisfaction, then raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, looking at the tank troops in front of him in array, his eyes revealing a desire to fight.

In the sky, all kinds of fighter jets roared by, and the Europa coalition seemed to have a final decisive battle against the wolf of the sun, Scull.

In the rear command center, dozens of veteran generals wearing the rank of general and lieutenant general gathered together, solemnly commanding the battle, and a large number of mechanical troops and artillery shells were used to eliminate the wolf Scull of the sun, and the decisive battle began.

General Gaul took a deep breath and said: "The intercontinental missile is ready, if this wolf of the sun is not eliminated, then Hua and the United States will drop missiles at the wolf of the sun." ”

"My native missiles are also ready, ready to be loaded for launch, and teach this wolf of the sun wreaking havoc in Denmark a good lesson!"

As the commander-in-chief, the Gallic general was heroic and confident.

Most of the reinforcements from China and the United States have gone to encircle Fenrir, and they can only bring intercontinental missiles and strategic material support to the coalition forces, and there is no other help.

But that's enough.

The Gallic general thought to himself, and now he was intoxicated with the dream of defeating the wolf of the sun and becoming a battle hero.

He will be the man who will save half of Europe!

His name will be recorded in the history books and become a hero in the history of mankind!

......

Dark, illusory, without a single point of light.

Somewhere deep in the Balkans, a figure struggled to crawl out of the mass grave-like dirt, panting heavily.

The owner of the figure gasped, covered in dirt, his muscles looked strong, and his clothes were in tatters, as if he were a wandering beggar.

His face was extremely pale, and when he came out of the soil, he did not continue to do anything, but sat in a daze, as if thinking about something.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What is this place?

Why am I here?

A series of questions came out of his mind, and immediately after, the memories in his mind began to slowly surface.

He remembered that he had killed the lion on the barren mountain, skinned it, draped it over his shoulders, and then cut off the lion's head to make a helmet.

He remembered the hideous hydra roaring towards him, and he slashed off the largest snake head, splitting it in half.

He remembered the scrawny man who was locked up on the mountain, claiming to bring fire to humanity.

He also remembered that he was persecuted by villains, and he burned himself to death because of the unbearable pain.

A name gradually came to mind in his mind, and it seemed as if he had forgotten it for a long time.

"I am.... Hercules..."

Although his memories were still muddy to this day, he had remembered most of the events before he fell into a deep sleep, and he remembered his name.

He, Hercules, the son of Zeus, completed 12 missions known as the "impossible" and became the Hercules of the Holy Mountain of Olympus!

He is a well-deserved hero in Mount Olympus, the most famous hero in all of Greek mythology!

The vicissitudes of life, the dream of a thousand years, and when he woke up again, he no longer knew where he was.

"Here... Where is it?"

Herakles looked in the direction of left and right in confusion, his eyes were full of helplessness, the breath of Mount Olympus had disappeared, and there seemed to be nothing familiar with him around him.

The lonely Hercules stood up, and his rotten clothes began to quickly return to their original shape.

Hercules stretched out his hand, and the branches not far away grew wildly, condensing a glittering spear with the rubble of the earth.

And Hercules stretched out his hand again, and the earth began to solidify rapidly, and a shield that seemed to be full of divine power appeared in front of him.

After condensing everything, Hercules began to move forward.

He seemed to feel an indescribable aura ahead of him, not knowing what to do.

This breath is not very familiar when it is familiar, but it is very familiar when it is unfamiliar.

It just feels... It seems to be a relative of the same clan as himself, but he has never met him.

Hercules didn't feel anything strange, he knew what kind of man his father Zeus was, and he expected such an aura.

He was here without a relative, and he felt that it was time to go and join his 'brother and sister' and staff on where he was supposed to go.

After all... He couldn't feel the scent of Olympus anymore.

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