The hot springs closed, and the Spartan 300 warriors were hurrying to regain their strength. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But even when they were at rest, the Spartans did not collapse in the corner like other stragglers, like fish about to die, but like steel, they sat upright and relaxed in silence, and as soon as there was any movement, they would immediately return to the wartime state, without any panic, and without the demoralization of the enemy's sudden attack.

They know the meaning of battle, and they also know the fate of soldiers. The Spartans were never afraid of death, they only wanted victory and freedom. Lancer the Scepter, on the other hand, strolls along the city walls, moving his tense and tired hands and feet while keeping an eye out for movement beneath the city. Although each warrior had his own mind, he commanded the Spartan army of 300 men.

"Blood and fire! A hot spring pass that never falls! After all, it is the treasure he released, and the mental scenery that appears is also dominated by him. These reborn warriors are all close to Servant, but still lacking in position. If these 300 warriors are regarded as a whole, there is no doubt that they will become first-class heroes, and they may even reach an exceptional level, but they are not the same person after all, and if they are scattered, their individual strength will be very limited.

Although the Battle of Thermopylae took place in 480 BC, the mystery of the European world remained, and belief in the gods of Olympus was still active in many Greek city-states. But by that time the faith had gone downhill, the miracles of the gods had withered, their legends had begun to fade with the passage of time, and the tall and mysterious backs of the past were slowly fading, and even the most devout priests had foreshadowed the most desperate of the future.

Therefore, although its ancestors can be traced back to the son of the god-king Zeus, the demigod hero, Hercules of the Hercules, the Spartans at that time had lost the protection of the mystery, and their martial arts and civilization were in the most barren and primitive period of the Western god generation, and even compared with some mystical resurgence of the human era, it was much worse. But for the Spartans, none of this mattered.

Whether it's mysterious decline, backward civilization, primitive martial arts, there's no same-

It was a reason to bring the Spartans to their knees.

They are a group that has been in the army since childhood, a people who are silent as iron, and they are also a people who are violent and bloodthirsty and dare to challenge the gods. Even the mysterious and powerful Overlord of the East is no different from the previous enemies in their eyes, no matter what kind of enemy they are, only the dead ones are good enemies!

"Warriors, take up arms!" The scepter Lancer raised his spear aloft, and a forest of spears suddenly stood on the city wall, a little cold light like starlight, and a murderous galaxy spread out on the hot spring pass. And it wasn't the Holy Grail Lancer that made them take up arms, but the bloody, crazy-looking milky white bull.

At this time, the five-colored sacred cow had swelled up and down two floors, the original gentle and thick lines had become knotted and powerful, and the sharp horns were as cold as long knives, and every step of the trampling was a destruction of the earth, leaving traces of destruction like craters on the battlefield. Facing the rain of boulders and rolling logs, the sacred cow that once galloped on the battlefield of the gods was undaunted, spreading its sturdy four hooves and galloping freely on this smooth mountain. Whether it was the stones that had been piled up before, or the sea of fire that continued to burn, it was like a small puddle of water in front of this huge artifact, and it was easily kicked away or flattened. As a fantasy species named after the word "god", the five-colored sacred cow is definitely a first-class mount, at least in terms of the combat power of charging into battle and the mobility of destroying obstacles, it will not lose to any mount of the same level. As its owner, Huang Feihu is definitely worthy of the name of Rider.

At this time, Huang Feihu was also very different from before, the dark gold armor was stained with dark red blood, which reflected his face more and more heavy and solemn. Now King Wucheng has a bit of the strongest momentum of the legendary Yin Shang, in the face of the defenders' meteor-like attack, he is fearless, calmly observing the situation, timely and accurately providing the next charge route for the five-colored sacred cow, one person and one cow cooperate quite tacitly, and successfully dodge wave after wave of rolling wood and stones, and is about to rush to the city.

At the last moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded, like a wail of death. The giant crossbow that had just forced back the Holy Grail Lancer was once again powerful, and three crossbow arrows tore through the air and shot from different directions, shooting at Huang Feihu's head, the bull's head and side ribs respectively, at a tricky angle but with precision.

The three arrows burst out and caught people off guard, but there was a wild smile on the face of the Holy Grail Rider, this was the first time in this war. At the moment when the three arrows had pierced the scalp of this person, the Qiwei mountain peak that ran through Changhong suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and the hill where the hot spring pass was located instantly seemed incomparably small, just like an elephant meeting a blue whale, and the embarrassment was just right.

Lancer, the scepter on the city wall, was shaken all over his body, and the muscles in his body instantly tensed. On the mountain that weighed down like a tsunami, he sensed a naked sense of crisis, and it was definitely a terrifying thing that threatened his existence. And with the brilliance of the crescent moon, the five-color light of "red, orange, yellow, blue and green" lit up on the mountain also came into his eyes, and then he saw that three giant crossbows that were enough to shoot dinosaurs pierced out of each other's bodies without hindrance, as if they were transparent, and the person and the cow were bathed in the light of the mountain, and the figure began to become blurred and transparent, and the color of the body changed from white to red, and then from red to orange, and finally stayed in blue, and the virtual figure gradually solidified, and at the moment when the entity was fully restored, The sharp horns of the long knives had reached the steel gates.

In the next moment, the sound of a sword piercing through the body came, and the solid gate was effortlessly pierced by the long horns of the sacred cow, and as soon as the sacred cow raised its head again, the heavy city gate was directly unloaded and simply thrown aside. However, it was not the panicked Spartans who followed, but their polished spears. The resolute Spartans held their spears and pointed straight at the monster that easily destroyed the city gates, although the difference in strength was huge, but there was still no fear in their hearts.

"Holy Grail Lancer, I'm up to this vanguard!"

With a broken drink, the Holy Grail Rdier Huang Feihu rode the five-colored sacred cow and broke through the gate of the hot spring pass.