Suddenly, I don't know who shouted out, and the next moment, the same shout was like a tsunami, resounding in this not majestic hot spring pass. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info One Spartan warrior after another stood in front of the overlord, the spears in their hands shining with cold light, just like their determined eyes. Wandsman Lancer stood at the forefront, and he looked back at his comrades behind him, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Finally...... I can ...... too."

The Battle of Thermopylae, the 300 Spartan warriors are famous all over the world, but what is less known is that only 298 Spartan corpses were found on the battlefield. That is, there were two people who did not participate in the final decisive battle. One of them was forbidden to fight because of an eye disease, while the other missed the final battle because he was sent by King Leonidas to deliver a message.

No one knows how the messenger who missed the decisive battle was in when he returned to Onsenseki. He looked at the cold corpse, full of grief and indignation, but he didn't know how to express it. Weeping is the act of cowards, and the warriors of Sparta never shed tears on the battlefield, even in the barren hills where their comrades had died in battle. He could only lean down helplessly, take the frozen expressions of the warriors to heart, sing a hometown ballad in a hoarse voice, and close the eyes of the dead that were difficult to see.

The sky after the war was cloudless, but there were drips of water in his eyes, and it must have been raining.

The land of Hot Springs, which had long been soaked in blood, dug open the fertile soil and put the corpses of the warriors into it one by one. He no longer dared to call himself their comrade-in-arms, for fear of tarnishing their glory.

After countless midnight dreams, he finally returned to his hometown. His wife refused to sleep with him, and the people called him a cowardly coward, and he just walked like a rotten tree, all of which he deserved. Whatever the reason, the warriors of Sparta should not fear hell, where the souls of their comrades will forever spit on the cowardly.

But he didn't stop fighting, he understood that there are things that only he can do. He exiled himself to the wilderness outside the village, carved the deeds of 300 Spartan warriors on stone tablets, and speculated on the horror of the great battle from what he saw at Thermopylae. He imagined himself going into battle with them, the death of every warrior, the roar of every warrior, the expression of their fall, the gesture of their killing...... He told him about the corpses of his comrades.

Day after day, he danced in the wilderness and wept silently in the middle of the night. Eventually, the tribesmen found out what he had done, and they grabbed him by the hair and denounced him for defiling the souls of the warriors. Under the auspices of the elders, he was taken to the temple of Ares to be judged by his ancestors.

In the witness of his ancestors, he went to the judgment seat, and the passionate people sentenced him to bear all the punishments. Dragging his tired body, he defeated the beasts raised by the gods, and survived the whipping of the spiky leather whip, until he stepped out of the blazing flame, and all the spectators fell silent. He proved his fearlessness, but this body had become a waste, and a Spartan who could not fight had no value in existence. He wept bitterly in front of the people, begged them to keep the slabs, and without hesitation slammed his head into the stone axe on the altar, leaving his blood on it forever.

He is Lancer, the scepter, the 300 warriors who died in battle.

His slate became the earliest epic of the Battle of Hot Springs, and was the original text for all later records. This feat was sublimated with him, and it became the treasure that infects the world - "Blood and Fire!" A hot spring pass that never falls! Summoned by Vagru with a Spartan stone axe stained with his own blood, his dream was to return to the battlefields of the past, not by his own treasures, but by the true return of his comrades, and to die with them on the battlefield of honor.

At this moment, Scepter Lancer stood with his imaginary comrades, and although it was not real, it at least gave him hope.

Without any redundant emotion, the Spartan 300 warriors rushed to the Holy Grail Lancer with the most courageous attitude. In the air, Huang Feihu, who was driving the five-colored sacred cow, also roared angrily, and the trampling of the sacred cow was coming. The wind was howling, the dust was flying, and the might of the enemy forces on both sides seemed to have turned into substance, stabbing the defenseless overlord of Western Chu.

The long hair like a waterfall fluttered in the wind, but the overlord's proud figure stood still. Unloaded from his armor, he was like a perfect god, with his own heavenly cycles between breaths, as if he were a part of heaven and earth. A strong army may be able to destroy a person, but who has ever seen heaven and earth destroyed by an army even a corner?

"Fearless of death, indomitable. This is the consciousness of a warrior, and you are worthy of who you are. Without looking up, the overlord looked at the 300 Spartan warriors in front of him, and his voice was like a bell: "But this battle, no matter how many times you repeat it, you have no hope of winning me." ”

At some point, the huge halberd shaped like a dragon's claw had returned to the overlord's hand, and he wielded this exaggerated murder weapon, and his domineering energy turned into a hurricane and slapped the warriors, but it could not stop them.

"Because from the very beginning, all you thought about was dying in the battle at Hot Springs. You don't have genius tactics, you don't have godlike command, you only want to do your duty and defend glory, but you don't have the courage to get out of this pass and use your brains against the invincible army. ”

"After all, you can't get out of your own world, you don't dare to challenge your weaknesses, you can only hope that your opponent will fight you to the death in the field you are good at. So from the very beginning, you have already lost. ”

"The so-called 300 warriors are just 300 walking corpses that are forced to go to the battlefield."

Harsh and merciless words spat out of the Overlord's mouth, and he was only answered by the earth-shattering roar of the Spartans. His handsome face was still expressionless, and he suddenly took a step back, his muscular body was like a full bow and arrow, and the huge force that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth was condensed on this body. As if for a moment, as if for a century, the overlord raised a huge halberd.

"It's the same fierce and not afraid of death, let you see what true glory is!"

In an instant, the exaggerated halberd bloomed with dazzling golden light. Condensed by the invincible genius strategy of the overlord Xiang Yu, sublimated by his brave deeds, one of the strongest heroes in the era of Shenzhou Renli, here shows the strongest treasure he is proud of-

"Breaking the Cauldron and Destroying the Ship, Breaking the City !!"