"Spartan spear, submit to my will!"

A bronze-colored, war-torn spear leaped out of Kratos's soul, a weapon that had been passed down in Sparta for thousands of years.

After Oripontide's death, the spear was also involved in the spatial rift along with Kratos.

As if attracted by Kratos' Spartan bloodline, this spear like a racial artifact was tightly entangled with his soul, and now Kratos suppressed all the power of the riot, and it was effortless to use the Spartan spear.

The sharp edge of the spear pierced into the turbulence of space, and immediately caused a terrifying explosion, and violent ripples were set off in the pitch-black passage.

The spatial barrier is extremely strong, and even the gods are restricted by the rules of space, and they dare not touch it easily.

But no matter how hard the shell is, there must be weaknesses inside, and Kratos is now in the weak point of the space barrier, and with the power generated by the collision with the turbulence, he has ruthlessly tore a hole in the weak point.

"Maklov, you still don't make a move!"

Marklov knew what was going on, too, and his resentful spirit swooped out, enveloping himself and Kratos in a soft white light, floating around in the force of the explosion, and the white light crumbling as if it was about to burst at any moment.

Just when Marklov couldn't hold on, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed around him, and he only felt the pressure loosen, as if he was squeezed out of a cavity.

Moo......

Frightened, the herd of yaks immediately ran in panic, the trampling causing the ground to kick up large patches of broken grass roots and dust.

After escaping from the gap in space, Kratos was almost exhausted, and when he saw such a group of fresh blood food, he did not hesitate, his soul swooped down directly, and the cold light of the Spartan spear swung everywhere, and immediately exploded the shattered flesh and blood in this herd of yaks.

Blood Soul Devouring!

Kratos's soul changed into a giant mouth, and suddenly devoured all the blood souls of hundreds of yaks.

After devouring qi and blood, the originally dull soul suddenly became clear, and gradually returned to the shape of a human.

"Hmm, the qi and blood of these yaks are so huge, about 5 times more than the usual, just the number of qi and blood of hundreds of yaks is comparable to a 100-person enemy powerhouse. ”

Although the body has been condensed, it is only on the surface, and the qi and blood in the body have dried up, which is equivalent to an ordinary person, and if you want to return to your peak state, you don't know how much qi and blood you need to devour.

"Spartan, you can devour life and directly reshape your body, this is simply a means that only gods can have!"

Maklov's ghost floated to Kratos' side, the white light unusually dim, and the strength was so weak that even the most basic form could not be condensed.

After Kratos was completely fused with supernatural powers and beast souls, he comprehended many esoteric methods. Condensing the body with qi and blood is equivalent to condensing the soul of a beast or changing the body of a giant at the beginning, and now he uses it to restore the body, as if it is as easy as water.

Kratos didn't say a word about Marklov's shock, and after slaughtering and devouring all the yaks, he had time to check his surroundings.

It was a plain with green meadows, and in the distance there was smoke rising from the sky, the smoke of a firewood.

But Kratos immediately noticed the strangeness of the peaceful environment, and when he tried to take a step forward, he found that his steps were extremely heavy.

I don't know what kind of world this is, but the gravity of the earth is about 3 times that of the usual.

I don't know if it's due to gravity, but the green grass under my feet and the surrounding trees are bigger than usual.

"Ahem......"

When Marklov saw this environment, he was about to say something, but suddenly he coughed weakly, and the light of his soul became even more dim, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

Kratos reached out and grabbed Marklov's ghost into his hand. A faint ripple appeared on the skin of the palm, and the dim white light was actually inhaled from the palm of the hand.

"Your soul consumption is too great, and ordinary qi and blood can't work at all, and you can only make up for it by depriving the soul fragments of the strong. ”

When Kratos suddenly attacked, Maklov was horrified, he thought that the Spartan wanted to kill the killer, but after hearing Kratos's next words, he gradually calmed down.

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After seeing Kratos' power, he knew that even in his heyday, he might not be able to take his body.

And now, as Kratos said, even if he doesn't make a move, he will gradually die of weakness. Now nourished in Kratos's body, he may be able to survive for a while longer.

Kratos didn't have much resentment towards Maklov in his heart, but the latter indirectly saved his life twice.

Now that they have fallen into the unknown world together, they are even more together, so the two of them have reached a tacit understanding, abandon their previous suspicions, and work together.

At this moment, a teenager appeared in Kratos' sight, and the other party was in a hurry, as if attracted by the movement just now.

The young man was not burly, but on the whole, it gave people a huge feeling, and Kratos was stunned for a moment before finally realizing that the other party's body was a little bigger than usual.

Thinking of this, Kratos couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, and after inhaling the Spartan spear and Nemea fist into his body in the same way, his body suddenly rose a little, and even the dark red tattoo on his skin was hidden by him.

Now Kratos' body is completely condensed by qi and blood, and as long as it is within his will, he can change accordingly.

"I'm the shepherd Carat, do you see the sacred cow I grazed? It was a sacrifice to the Cult of God, and it was just a nap just now, and it all disappeared!"

The young man's young face was full of horror, as if the loss of the sacred cow would have extremely terrible consequences.

"Kratos, kill him, use your memory-stealing tricks, and get information about the world!"

Maklov's grudge immediately stirred up in Kratos's body, killing a native would give them what they desperately needed.

Kratos hesitated, the killing intent in his heart could not be raised, and just as he was about to speak, a battle flag full of killing aura suddenly fell from the sky, and a cold voice exploded like thunder.

"Bold human slaves, dare to damage the sacred cow and bear the criminal law of the Divine Cult!"

In Xiao Kra's frightened expression, a man in armor came into the air, and the battle flag in his hand was waved, and the fierce murderous aura enveloped Xiao Kra.

Kratos could clearly see that the murderous aura seeped directly into Cara's body, twisting his fragile soul into pieces, and finally leaving only a lifeless body.

"Hmph, are you also a guilty accomplice!"

Although the man said this, he didn't give Kratos a chance to argue at all, and the battle flag in his hand was raised again, and the fierce murderous aura was about to surge out.

Just as Kratos was about to fight to the death, a hexagonal lantern hanging from the man's waist suddenly flashed a dazzling red light, and the man's movements suddenly stopped.

"Hmm, the Soul Eater reacted, this human slave actually has the potential to become a believer, or even a disciple!"

Hearing the other party's unscrupulous self-talk, Kratos couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, and his originally tense qi and blood immediately relaxed, and at the same time, he pretended to be frightened on the surface, watching the man grab himself.

Feeling the weak body in his hand, the man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then he showed relief, and his body shook and soared directly into the air, driving the battle flag and flying quickly in one direction.

"Looking at the performance of the Soul Eater Worm, the soul of this celebrity slave is very powerful, and it is likely that he has the potential to become a disciple, as long as he can be looked upon by the Divine Sect, I can not only be exempted from the guilt of losing the Divine Cow, but even have the opportunity to obtain the gift of entering the Divine Cult."

Kratos shuddered, but he took the words of the armored man into his ears word for word, and he vaguely guessed that the so-called Cult of God might have something to do with the gods.

Listening to the man's tone, it seemed that he was also affiliated with the Divine Cult, but he was only a marginal member, with no status or power. And if you can get the appreciation of the Divine Cult, you will gain great benefits.

The vast plains are dotted with human villages and towns, the land here is fertile, the climate is mild, and there are no dangerous monsters to be seen, so the human villages and towns are richer and more prosperous than the Peloponnese.

The armored man swept through the low sky with impunity, and when everyone saw the movement in the air, they all fell to their knees, chanting the name of the god of war in their mouths, and their hearts were religiously limited.

Kratos noticed that the armored man was about the same strength as a hundred-man enemy, and that his ability to fly in the air was completely dependent on the power of the battle flag.

This plain is so vast that after flying fast for a long time, there is no edge in sight, and finally a huge and magnificent city appears on the horizon.

The city has no gates or walls, and from a distance there are not even guards, and countless humans who are taller than ordinary people live in this undefended city.

The armored man didn't dare to continue flying through the city, and landed on the edge, but he grabbed Kratos' hand and dragged him into the city.

The scene in this city is not much different from that on the Peloponnese, but what is special is that the buildings, streets, and pedestrians exude an air of piety and convincing.