The words of the second prince, Akduruman, were extremely inflammatory, and every word of his was as if it had magical power, drilling directly into Kratos's heart, and constantly shaking his strong will.

Once King Agamemnon's life is successful, then no matter how good the three heirs are, they will almost completely lose the possibility of ascending to the throne, and at this critical moment, if Kratos still holds the rotten wood of the third prince Arthur Evans, the final result will never come out.

Only the second prince, who turned to the second prince with both ambition and strength, had a chance to take revenge, and Akdurumon also directly promised that as long as Kratos immediately betrayed King Agamemnon's edict and left Mycenae to cross the Eurotas River, the legions that conquered Tibia would be under his control, and he would have the strength to conquer the continent from now on.

"Akdutruman, the wisest owl in the Peloponnese. Kratos looked at the other party with a contemptuous expression and said: "You don't know yet, the relationship between brothers is that no temptation can be shaken, and I have sworn in my heart a long time ago that I will never betray my brother!"

"Stupid, Spartan!" Akdurman didn't expect Kratos to be so sneering, even he couldn't keep his hypocritical smirk, and said sharply: "Brothers are just shackles formed by blood, and only interests are the only valuable existence!"

Kratos didn't want to talk nonsense with this fake puppet at all, so he directly pinched the other party's rickety head with one palm, and exerted force at will, and there was a crisp sound like wood cracking.

"Spartans, one day you will regret it!"

At Aktruman's shrill shout, the rickety head was immediately crushed to pieces, and debris of wood and unknown liquid flowed out, revealing the true face of the puppet.

After destroying the puppet of the second prince, Akduruman, Kratos locked himself in the room, his face covered in tattoos with a serious expression.

The situation is more serious than Kratos imagined, and even the second prince, who is known for his intrigues, uses puppets to show up in the city of Tellian, and once again tries to subdue him and become a pawn in his ambitions.

Kratos knew very clearly in his heart that even if he turned to the second prince, the other party would never fulfill his promise, and Tanatos, one of the great Mycenaean generals, was the commander of the army stationed in Tibia.

Even if the second prince can keep his promise in the end, this real thousand-man enemy general will definitely not give up his military power, and a tragic battle will inevitably break out between the two in the end.

Just as Kratos was frustrated by this series of vicious and vicious plots, a familiar scent suddenly surged through his nose, a unique woman's body fragrance in the world, which even the gods would be fascinated by.

Kratos's armor didn't seem to want to hurt the most beautiful woman in the world, and the hideous barbs contracted, and finally the whole thing became a pattern that adhered to the surface of the skin, intertwining with the dark red curse tattoo into a strange pattern.

It's just dozens of days of separation, and now seeing Pandora, Kratos's heart has a long-lost tenderness for the first time, and he can't help but take the initiative to take the beauty into his arms.

"You smell like other women. Pandora submissively fell into her strong body, her boneless hand caressing the edges of her muscles.

"You smell of someone else, I don't like it...... Is this what you said, women's jealousy?"

Kratos' heart pounded violently when he heard Pandora's whisper, and he grabbed the slender jade hand that was caressing his body, and looked carefully at the beautiful face in his arms, and found that the originally empty eyes actually revealed a different kind of fluctuation.

"Pandora, you ......" Kratos could finish his words before his mouth was sealed, and a dexterous fragrant tongue protruded through the gap, which Kratos had taught many times, and now he actually used it for the first time to take the initiative to beat.

Kratos' hard heart softened completely at this moment, and at the last moment when he fell into the land of tenderness, there was only one firm desire in his mind, and that was to possess the tenderness beneath him forever.

In the square in front of the barracks, there were a group of 300 soldiers, and Lyctans, as the most powerful general, was at the front, and his burly and strong body simply stood out from the crowd.

Kratos just stood there casually, and the bloody aura on his body was overwhelming, and it was easy to subdue all the new soldiers without any means.

At this time, although the soldiers in the field were all lined up, they showed great surprise to each other, the original slave soldiers, each with a certain kind of fanatical belief in their eyes, their bodies were surging with qi and blood, scattered in the team like starlight in the night, extremely conspicuous.

"Give your lives and souls, follow me, be loyal to me, and you will be able to gain great power!"

Kratos' voice shook everyone's hearts, and the slave soldiers' eyes lit up even more.

A large amount of qi and blood poured out of Kratos's body, and then poured into the bodies of all the soldiers in the field, feeling a noticeable change in his body, and the disbelief on the faces of these soldiers was immediately replaced by ecstasy and awe.

After a slaughter on the battlefield of Thebais, Kratos amassed the red souls of thousands of dead. For him now, the essence of ordinary human beings after death can hardly have the effect of increasing strength except for recovering from injuries, so he has accumulated all of them in his body, and now he has released them all, greatly improving the strength of these 300 soldiers.

Lyktans' strength has reached the limit after breaking through to 200 horsepower, and if he wants to continue to break through, in addition to constantly carrying out brutal exercises to strengthen his physical fitness, he is infused with a powerful beast soul.

When the tribe was destroyed, Lyktans had not yet mastered the power of the beast soul, and now the strength of the hundred enemies is pure physical power, and it is conceivable that when he has his own beast soul and condenses it into an entity, the strength will inevitably increase greatly again.

At this time, Luca was standing next to Luktans, and standing next to Luke was a man wearing the armor of a high-ranking Mycenaean officer, although his status in the military department was comparable to Kratos, but at this time he could only be subservient to Luka, and there was no resentment on the surface or in the heart.

Although it is not the first time that Mordenanlos has seen Kratos's god-like shocking methods, he still can't help but be thrilled at this time.

Kratos looked down condescendingly at his subordinates with a grim expression.

"Modnanlos is in charge of the training of the troops, Luca is in charge of the personnel and military deployment of the troops, and all this gold is at your disposal, on the premise of ensuring that the military expenses are sufficient, expand the size of the troops as much as possible, no matter what means you use to get soldiers, it doesn't matter. ”

"Luktans, when I am away, your voice is my voice, your will is my will, and the power of life and death of all people is controlled by you!"

Lyktans was the most potential Spartan warrior in the tribe at the beginning, if it weren't for Kratos's existence, he would definitely be the training object of the next chief warrior, and now his strength is so strong that even the senior officer of the military department, Mednanlos, is not an opponent, enough to suppress everything and put the decision-making power in the hands of Lyktans, Kratos will not have any worries.

Even if any conspiracy dared to covet his descendants during the time he was away, the viper, hidden in the shadows, would quietly stick out its fangs and strike a fatal blow at its vital point without the enemy noticing.

After arranging all this, Kratos lingered with Pandora for several days. I don't know when, Pandora's every move was tainted with a little bit of human smell, if it weren't for her appearance being too shocking and worldly, Kratos even wanted her to go to the city streets and get more contact with the human world.

Although no one from the palace came to urge him, after five days, Kratos finally left the city of Telian with the beast spirit, and sped away in the direction of the Aegean breeze.

After flying over the territory of the original Thebais, he entered the territory of Argos, the kingdom that has been reduced to the puppet of Tirins, and there is no place to attract Kratos to stop, flying for more than ten days in a row, after crossing nearly half of the Peloponnese continent, the ground under his body rises in vain, and the complex terrain such as mountains and woodlands form a land full of barbaric atmosphere.

On the edge of the plain of Laconia, the only plain in this savage land, stands a city carved out of the mountains like a military fortress.

Kratos stood high in the air, looking down at the city at his feet, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a hideous sneer, his eyes were filled with irrepressible black gas, and the killing aura that seemed to be substance swept through everything around him in an instant, and even the clouds under his feet were shaken apart, revealing his extremely hideous body under the armor of Empsa.

Squeak ......

Although it was thousands of wrists away, Kratos clearly heard a sound of some kind of tenacity being pulled and straightened by a huge force, and then his heart began to beat violently, and the hairs on his body instantly exploded.

Kratos's whole body qi and blood instantly condensed into a stream, and the fist containing the power of the mountain-breaking fist smashed towards his body, almost at the same time as his fist fell, the clouds that were still calm were suddenly pierced by an arrow, and the fist and the arrow collided and immediately erupted into an extremely terrifying shock.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in the city of the great King Leonidas!"

Kratos was shocked by this force and flew upside down, and after shattering countless clouds and mist along the way, his feet barely made a backward stare posture, and the ability of his winged boots to step into the air was activated, and his whole person stood firmly as if he was trampled on the ground, and behind him was the air flow shattered by the trampling force.