[Genealogy of the Gods: Bronze Age]: The gods prophesied that the god-king would once again be overthrown by his own sons, even if the second god-king Kronos, who swallowed all his children into his womb.

Until the birth of that thunderbolt, the Silver Age was once again overthrown by their descendants. Zeus, the youngest son of Kronos and Rhea, the third king of the gods, stepped on the top of Mount Olympus with lightning in his hand.

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Although it is not the first time, every time he sees this kind of scene with great momentum and surging strength, Wang Kui will feel trembling all over his body, and he can't suppress the excitement of the blood in his whole body.

"This is the power that can only exist in the world where the gods have descended! One day I will have it, too, this powerful power that I desire!"

Wang Kui urgently needs a mouth now to vent the surging in his heart at this time. He strode forward suddenly, his heavy steps crushing the ground every time he hit the ground.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Wang Kui walked straight to the rough boulder that was about 1 meter high and weighed 200 mina (174 catties).

It was a strong body that did not fit its age, and the muscles were twisted and taut like steel bars, and the angular-shaped body showed the blood power of Sparta.

A low roar rolled and surged through Wang Kui's throat, and finally burst out, and the rock, which was larger than others, slammed off the ground and was slowly lifted up in the disbelief of everyone.

Wang Kui felt that the muscles and muscles of his whole body were vibrating, and he felt that from the depths of his body, there was an infinite power constantly emerging, which was the power from the blood of his ancestors, and the limbs and bones of his body were surging according to his consciousness.

Seeing Wang Kui's performance, Accra immediately praised rudely: "Hahaha! Kratos, son of Queario, your strength is proud even of your father, and the future of Sparta will definitely be glorious to you." ”

Even the expressions of the adult warriors who were about to set off on the hunt were full of brilliance, praising Kratos' qualifications, and at the same time, they were also envious of Querio, and secretly thought to themselves that they should work harder to continue the great cause of Spartan bloodline when they go back, and there is always hope that Lao Tzu can be pinned on his next generation.

Life in Sparta really began......

The 17 men who were only 7 years old and couldn't even be called teenagers* were divided into 4 teams of 4 people each, while Wang Kui was separated because of his outstanding qualifications and underwent more brutal training under the personal guidance of Accra.

This is not a small stove, in this world where strength is paramount, only the strong can get more resources and be praised by everyone.

"Pump harder, only the more force you use, the more you can understand the mystery of our body. Use your skin, your muscles, your bones to feel the pain, understand the bleeding, and learn to fight it, the body is our greatest weapon!" Accra stood straight in place with his hands behind his back, shouting at the boys.

All the boys stood in pairs, and in Accra's reprimand, the whip made of the skin of the iron-headed viper, soaked in the grease of the old tree, was drawn mercilessly towards their companions.

The sturdy bodies of these young Spartans were already in disarray, and every time the leather whip fell, it was black and purple, as shocking as a terrifying poisonous insect.

But even so, none of the 16 young Spartans wept, they clenched their teeth with a resolute expression on their faces, and under Accra's guidance, they felt the pain from the whip, and their bodies trembled every time they were hurt, although it was very weak, but they really felt that it seemed that with every blow, their bodies would be stronger.

"Kratos, if you can't bear it, you can say it out loud, even your father didn't use adults as a training object, and the god of war will not despise the Spartans who dare to challenge. ”

In the open space next to him, Wang Kui stood in place with empty hands, and it was an adult Spartan who beat him, although he was a woman, but his strength was not at all comparable to that of those 7-year-old children who had not yet fully grown up.

At this time, Wang Kui's whole body trembled uncontrollably, the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water, the sweat of the bean was gushing out of the pores, and it was even more painful when he touched the shocking wound.

Wang Kui's mouth made a creaking tooth rubbing sound, but he didn't say a word, and there was an extremely determined look in his eyes.

The muscles of Wang Kui's body are like a precisely controlled machine, if anyone can see it, they will find that with each blow, each of his muscle cells will be consciously arranged and combined, at first the reaction is slow and disorderly, but then it is more and more rapid, just like a new recruit, under the arduous training towards the direction of the elite of a hundred battles.

In addition to whipping each other, the young Spartans were subjected to brutal weight-bearing torture, tied to heavy rocks, and sunk into a thick swamp, where they were roped up only after a certain amount of time, and if they could not bear it, they had to die in the swamp, where they were only a lifeless body.

The climate change in the ancient world was mysterious and impermanent, and the cold winter of falling snow was far from being as mild as in previous lives.

In such a cold environment, they had to be completely naked, constantly pushing boulders weighing up to 100 mina on the biting ice, even if they were exhausted, they did not dare to stop, and once they stopped, their bodies would be quickly eroded by the cold wind, and then frozen in the cold winter.

Wang Kui gasped for breath, his whole body covered in a layer of weight supported by the bones of the beast, which was the skeleton of an iron bone cow beast, each bone as heavy as metal.

Not only that, the boulder in Wang Kui's hand is much bigger than others, and while he is pushing, he is also constantly repeating the squat exercise. In such a cold winter, sweat is like rain, and the sweat will melt into one moment when it falls on the ice, and I don't know how long it lasted, at this time, Wang Kui's feet were already high and the ice slope was raised.

Under the blazing sun, the young Spartans were taken to the billowing yellow sand. In the famous desert of Wang Kui's previous life, an egg would be scalded in the yellow sand instantly. And in this other world, even the desert seems to be barbaric and rough, and the coarse grains of yellow sand are visible, just like red-hot iron sand, and stepping on it barefoot will make a sneering skin burning sound.

Almost every year, a young Spartan dies, and the culvert will be ruthlessly abandoned, and even the parents will not cherish the dead corpse, and will only be left in the wilderness to become the food of the beast.

Although Wang Kui had been moved by compassion, he witnessed a ferocious half-sheep man rushing into the tribe and killing two of them under the siege of several adult Spartan warriors, which was bloody and tearing human bodies to pieces, and finally subdued them until Quirio arrived.

At that time, Wang Kui realized the cruelty of this world, if he could not withstand the harsh ordeal, even if he survived, he would not be able to escape the fate of being slaughtered in the end. Only those who have the strength are qualified to survive.

So Wang Kui tried his best to hone himself, even if his exercise intensity was more than several times that of others, he never gave up.

Because Wang Kui has a burning strong desire in his heart, which is an infinite desire for great power, as long as his strength is strong enough, then he can live...... Even if it is backplaneed again......

Wang Kui was buried quietly deep in the earth, even his ears and nostrils were stuffed with rotten plants, and he remained motionless, like a dead man.

Wang Kui had been lurking like this for two days and two nights, and in order to ambush an extremely sensitive Ermantos boar, he could only come to the other party's possible foraging place in advance.

When he is thirsty, he sticks out his tongue to lick the moisture in the damp soil, and when he is hungry, he nibbles on the reptiles that occasionally burrow by him, as if as long as the target does not appear for a day, Wang Kui can continue to lurk like this.

I don't know how long it has been, the wet soil that completely enveloped the body suddenly came from a slight vibration, Wang Kui's heart moved, he held back his excitement, controlled the breathing and heartbeat frequency to the minimum, and even closed his eyes, relying only on hearing and the vibration of the ground to perceive the movement of the target.

The moist soil of this jungle where Wang Kui lurks, rich in humus and microorganisms, is one of the essential foods for the wild boar of Ermantos.

In addition, the Ermantos boar is also a creature that lacks digestive juices but has a strong stomach motivity, just like a rooster in a previous life, and needs to swallow stones or dirt to help crush the food in the stomach.

As the vibrations from the ground became more and more obvious, a large black shadow gradually appeared, it was a huge wild boar the size of an elephant, covered in dark and rough leather, with a thick cuticle like a ramming horn on its head.

Although this Ermantos boar is not yet an adult, it has already shown the power of a beast overlord, and even ordinary tigers and leopards dare not fight it.

The Ermantos boar was extremely vigilant, and when it stepped into the humid jungle, its large nostrils twitched, while its wild eyes continued to move in all directions, and its two fingers of pig's trotters moved cautiously.

After almost circumnavigating the entire wet jungle, the boar of Ermantos, who had found nothing, finally relaxed his vigilance, found a place where the soil was wettest and soft, opened its huge mouth full of saliva, and gnawed down like a shovel on the ground, and large pieces of earth fell from its mouth with a clatter, and at the same time there was a constant wheezing sound in its nose.

By this time, the Ermantos boar had completely lost its vigilance, and it scavenged through the humid jungle, rolling in the dirt when it was satisfied, rubbing to wash away the parasites that had hidden deep in the crevices of the skin.