"Hmph, that stupid ......" Buster seemed to be afraid to say the honorable name directly, and only then suddenly said in a loud voice: "The honor of the demigods cannot be tarnished, but the demigods are also as kind and loving as the gods, as long as someone pays the price for this great sin, the others will naturally be safe and sound." ”

"Why? Do you want to die in this stupid war?"

"No, no!" Daller's body trembled, and he quickly shook his head to clarify: "As long as you follow the adults, you can enjoy women and wine and meat...... I don't want to die, my lord, I heard that you are a close confidant of the councilor, and you have great energy, and if the war ends, you will continue to take care of us......"

Buster smiled smugly when he heard this, and let the other party please pour him a full wine glass, and after taking another sip, his head gradually felt dizzy from being paralyzed by alcohol.

"Hmm, Dalle, did you hear anything?" Buster shook his head, trying to confirm the faint movement in his ears.

Dallen paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head to look left and right, indicating that he did not notice any so-called unusual sounds.

"No, why is it so quiet. Ilian, Sokas, are you all dead in the belly of a woman!"

Buster's sudden cries of humiliation died down, and the whole village fell into a strange dead silence for a moment, except for the crackling of the roots of the campfire.

"What people!"

Buster's body suddenly exploded with an irrepressible chill, and he suddenly stood up from the stone pillar, and the bronze long sword slapped beside him was already in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed into the shadows in front of him.

A man in armor stepped out of the shadows, and the first thing that caught his attention was not the blood on his armor that had not yet dried up, but the strange tattoo that began on half of his face and spread to his neck, which seemed to cover most of his body.

Why are the enemies, the soldiers of the two coalition forces, here?

A series of questions flashed through Buster's mind, but his body did not hesitate to be paralyzed by alcohol, and the moment he spotted the comer, he put his hand on the weapon placed beside him.

Hold the spear...... Raise your arms...... Throwing!

This series of actions was completed in the blink of an eye, and before the Dalai Lama next to him could react from the sudden change, he had already seen the spear shoot fiercely in front of such a strange man with a whistling sound of breaking through the air.

Buster is worthy of being a battle-hardened soldier, not only has rich combat experience, can react decisively in a sudden change in an instant, but also has strong strength, just this simple action of throwing weapons, it completely reveals his strong strength, the power of the instant burst is at least more than 200 horsepower, and it is the existence of the best among senior officers.

Then an unbelievable scene happened, I saw that the man with a strange tattoo on his face suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed it directly in front of him, and the spear infused with the power to penetrate hard rock was actually firmly grasped by him.

The penetrating force that was resisted exceeded the limit of the spear's endurance, and it shattered in an instant in the man's hands, and when the sharp shards slashed through the man's only face exposed outside the armor, it actually made a strange crisp sound, and if you looked closely, you would find that the diamond-shaped cuticle appeared on the skin part of the shard, which looked like a layer of monster leather armor.

After throwing the spear, Buster didn't stop, clenched his bronze sword and lunged at the opponent, while letting out a loud roar calling out to his companion.

"This man was wearing Mycenaean armor. At this time, Buster saw the other party's clothes clearly, and after recognizing the identity of the other party's senior Mycenaean officer from the appearance of the armor, his heart suddenly stabilized.

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"I've heard a little about the powerful senior officers in Mycenae, but I've never known of such a person, and I think it's just an ordinary person whose strength has just exceeded 100 horsepower. ”

Buster's mind flashed, and after guessing the opponent's strength, the corners of his mouth raised a contemptuous sneer, and the long sword that was originally slashed towards the opponent's head was cheapened in the air and fell towards the position of the shoulder. The capture of a high-ranking Mycenaean officer, whether dedicated to Thebais or the coalition forces of the two countries after the war, was definitely a great merit.

Buster's slash was swift and fierce in the eyes of ordinary people, and the piercing edge even split the sawdust that was shattered in the air, and the man had already fallen on top of his head before he could react at all.

Buster couldn't help but have a cruel grin on his face, and he had already foreseen the cruel scene of his arm splitting off the body of a living person.

"Lion, golden lion!"

But at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation of Dale in his ears, and just when he was still wondering the meaning of the golden lion, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and at the last moment of his consciousness falling into confusion, he seemed to vaguely feel the roar of a lion.

A mistake in battle is just a momentary mistake, and it will cost you your life. When the opponent fell into a chaotic stupor, Kratos grabbed the opponent's throat and slammed his iron palm into force.

Buster's throat made a "gurgling" sound, his eyes bulging like fish's eyes, and the expression of pain and disbelief on his face tangled together.

At this time, Dale on the side was completely enslaved by fear, and he stood trembling in place, and saw the man's arm stuck in Buster's neck, and a strange black aura appeared on the ground.

Dale only glanced at it from afar, and he felt that the heavens and the earth were filled with pain, and his ears were full of the wails of unjust souls.

Buster's body suddenly shook violently as if he were suffering from a fever or cold, and only the white part of his eyes remained, and his mouth opened silently.

Click!

Suddenly, Buster's neck made a crisp noise, his fat tongue suddenly sticked out of his mouth, and his head tilted to the side at an abnormal angle.

Kratos' arm used force again, tearing off the opponent's head with the most brutal means, and a rich fountain of blood erupted from the jagged broken neck, forming a strange blood mist in the air in an instant.

After hanging the officer's head on his waist as a trophy in exchange for military industry, Kratos turned his head to look at the incontinent Thebai soldier beside him.

Muscle blast!

Kratos' palms slammed into fists in the air, and the sudden burst of force squeezed the air out of the concussions of the explosion.

In the direction of the punch, the air vibrated with visible fluctuations, and landed on the Thebai soldier who was frozen in place at a rapid speed.

I saw that the body of the Thebai soldier trembled, as if it had been torn by an invisible force, and in the next moment, it suddenly exploded to pieces, and every bone and internal organ was crushed into powder, forming a rain of blood together with blood.

At this time, Kratos has broken through the limit of 100 enemies with the maximum power that can be achieved with muscle explosions, reaching the level of 1250 horsepower, and ordinary humans only need to punch him in the air to blow it up.

The gods created the world and have the power to destroy it. So human beings feared the gods and believed in and worshiped them.

Monsters and evil gods do not have the glory of the gods, but they appear in the world and inflict violence and death on humans. In addition to the resistance of humans, they have also gained the submission of a part of humans.

The aristocracy is above the commoners, does not produce, and squeezes the fruits of the hard work of the commoners in a mediocre manner. Although they do not have great power, they enjoy the rights of the gods.

I don't know when it started, but an idea popped into Kratos' mind. He is desperate to break the deformed cult of this world, to pull down those who enjoy the faith and devotion of humanity, but never respond, and trample them under his feet.

After killing the last living person in the village, Kratos couldn't help but close his eyes and try to free his sanity from the clutter of memory fragments.

The source of pain...... Incubus!

Although it seemed like it was only a breath or two, Kratos used the power of nightmares for the first time, digging his consciousness deep into the mind of the Thebai officer and snooping into most of the other man's memories.

No matter how determined Kratos was, he was almost overwhelmed by the flood of memory fragments that suddenly flooded his mind.

On the verge of a collapse of his consciousness, Kratos summoned the four beast souls that had condensed into entities, diverting the information that poured into his mind and letting them pour into the consciousness of the beast souls.

After being killed in a frontal fight, the ferocious beast was stripped of its soul with extreme cruelty. The part of it that has consciousness is shattered, and what remains only the instinctive wild power is the beast soul that can become the battle weapon of the Spartans.

Although Kratos's beast soul has been condensed into an entity, it still only has wild instincts, and there is no wisdom and consciousness at all.

However, as the number of battles that drive the beast soul increases, Kratos gradually discovers that the beast soul is not a lifeless puppet, especially after condensing the entity, it has become another incomprehensible life being.

Kratos knew in his heart that pouring a clutter of memories into a life form with only wild instincts would inevitably have unpredictable consequences, and even eventually breed desperate fear.

But just like the path he has walked all the way to the corpses so far, as long as he can gain strength, even if he will eventually fall into endless hell, he is bound to use the blood of the enemy to pave a path full of killing.

After I die, it will flood the world!