"Great Ananke, true God, please forgive your foolish believers. The middle-aged man Yitzhak, who was also wearing the robes of the main priest, looked up to the sky and recited, and then lowered his head, looked at the old man who fell to the ground trembling slightly, and said in a regretful tone: "Antinos, the true God is merciful and all-powerful, but I can't bear your stupidity. The extravagance of the nobility has corrupted your soul and body, and now even the oracles of the true God cannot be heard. ”

Antinos crawled backwards in horror, as if fearing the middle-aged man: "Yitzhak, you can't kill me...... Even if you get this artifact, do you dare to make a move against Philoctetes!"

As if grasping at the life-saving straw, Antinos couldn't help but force his composure, but his tone was still hurried: "Yitzhak, the holy weapon is divided into five, and it is impossible to gather them without the decree of the true god, not to mention the Cretan temple blocked by the sea of mist, do you still dare to make a move against the Mycenae temple mastered by Philoctetes?"

The middle-aged man named Itshak had an even more foolish expression on his face, and he couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Antinos, why should I provoke Mycenae, anyway, that holy weapon is no longer in the hands of Philoctetes, although they are all old guys, but compared to that person, you are really extremely rotten......"

"What!Philoctetes had lost the Hallows, could it be ......" Antinos seemed to think of something, and his face was immediately distorted with disbelief.

"Yitzhak, as long as you, ah!" Before Antinos finished speaking, Yitzhak in front of him suddenly snatched the long sword of the knight next to him and stabbed at him fiercely, the sharp long sword easily pierced the decayed body, and finally Antinos could only unwillingly stare his eyes until his life was completely gone.

Yitzhak fumbled around the dead body, and finally seemed to find something, and removed an inconspicuous bronze object from his robe.

"I finally got it, and there are still two pieces left, so I just need to get that one first...... When the time comes, it will be an endless sea......"

Yitzhak put the object together, and looked at the half-finished ring in his hand, and his eyes couldn't help but swell with a look that bordered on madness.

Not long after Kratos left, the sound of battle erupted outside the city, the roars of countless people and the sound of boulders falling, the immensity of which could be clearly felt even in the palace.

At this time, the total strength of the two allied armies attacking the periphery of the city of Thebais was at least 50,000, which was equivalent to the strength of three legions.

You must know that in the heyday of Thebais, the total number of troops that could be gathered was only 30,000. Now that all the nobles of Thebais have betrayed, and the remaining defenders in the royal city are only more than 2,000 people, not even a tenth of the enemy, the fierceness of the battle that took place at this time can be imagined.

Even with the former human hero, the old thousand-man enemy powerhouse Markov guarding it, the royal city of Thebais is like a flat boat in a storm, crumbling and precarious.

Princess Helen's blue eyes continued to fluctuate with struggle, and her clenched hands were pierced by her nails, and blood flowed out without realizing it.

When the battle from outside the city rose again, Princess Helen could no longer sit still, and she suddenly rose from her seat and walked straight towards the closed gate.

"Princess Helen, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Princess Helen's sudden movements, Luktans was shocked, and he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but at this time, Ideopis took the first step to stop him, and said in an unkind tone: "Presumptuous, you despicable slave, you dare to touch Princess Helen with your filthy body!"

A fierce expression immediately appeared on Luktans' face, and just as he was about to attack, Princess Helen's voice came from the side.

"Lyktans, I'm going to the walls now, where my father and all the civilian soldiers who trust me are fighting to the death, so please don't stop me. ”

"But Princess Helen, His Majesty ...... Him"

"Enough, slave!" Before Lyktans could finish speaking, the voice of Ideopis suddenly interrupted him, and how could he tolerate others snatching the right to follow Princess Helen.

"His Majesty and all the soldiers are on the front line, under the protection of the General, and that is the safest place, do you count on that executioner to protect us? I'm afraid that the combined forces of the two countries will suddenly launch a general attack, and it will be the trouble caused by that executioner!"

Naturally, Itepais did not think that the Spartan was capable of causing all this, and he was only trying to shake the will of Lyktans with vicious words.

Lyctans also shook his heart when he heard this, and the expression on his face was cloudy for a while, and finally he could only follow weakly, allowing Princess Helen to walk in the direction of the city wall.

Although the size of the royal city of Thebais is not as large as that of the city of Tarian, it fully reflects the dignity of the royal city, with high-roofed castle buildings scattered throughout the inner city, and the roads are wide enough for two horses to gallop side by side.

The strange scene now is that the whole city, starting from the royal palace, has fallen into an abnormal dead silence, and continues to the outlying civilian areas, in stark contrast to the fighting that is taking place outside the city walls.

Kratos strode down the empty road, and he saw that most of the houses that had been closed were now empty, as if all the people had been guided to some unknown place at the same time.

It was only when the towering walls were clearly visible that Kratos finally understood the reason for the disappearance of all the subjects of the Thebais royal city.

A huge statue of a god that did not exist before, but now suddenly stood within the city walls, and thousands of people knelt around to pray, and the power of faith gathered from this rose to the sky, firmly occupying the only pure land in the bloody battlefield.

The idol is a blind-faced goddess, dressed in intimate clothing woven from plant roots, holding a torch in one hand and a cornucopia in the other.

Receiving the heartfelt prayers of thousands of people, the statue was shining with a soft glow, but from a distance, Kratos's killing mood instantly calmed down, and even the source of pain that was constantly tumbling in his body showed signs of weakening.

"This is the power of the gods, just a statue, with such a miraculous ability, even the source of pain will be affected, if it is a real god, how terrifying will the power be!"

Affected by such a magnificent miracle, Kratos can't help but feel jealous of the gods. Although he was only a human at this time, he could not control it in his heart, and he reflexively gave birth to associations, putting himself in the role of fighting against the gods.

Following the light of the idol, Kratos immediately saw Markov's old figure, standing on the wall at this time, his body flashing with power fluctuations similar to that of the idol.

I don't know when it began, but the trebuchets outside the city have stopped wreaking havoc, and only thousands of soldiers from the two coalition forces are left to climb the towering walls one after another through the ladders.

The ladders in this world seem quite rudimentary, and they are built up piece by piece by soldiers carrying hard templates and using their own bodies as supports. Although it was extremely easy to be knocked down by the defenders, it had not been long since the battle began, and the walls had been filled with corpses, and the steps made of corpses had made the walls of the city of Thebais no longer functional.

But what is strange is that although the soldiers of the two coalition forces are fearless and constantly attacking, the expressions on their faces are also entangled in impatience and hesitation, and the weapons they swing often appear to stop for a moment before they are about to touch the enemy.

It is precisely because of this strange performance of the soldiers of the two allied forces that the soldiers of Thebai have been able to hold out until now.

"Hmm? It turns out that the high-ranking officials of Thebais are also gathered here, and seeing their cold eyes, they seem to be indifferent to the process of this battle, and they really have a plan in their hearts. ”

Originally, he was going to carry out a massacre in order to plunder the Red Soul, but he didn't expect that almost all the civilians in the city were gathered on the front line of the battlefield.

So Kratos could only quietly grope under the city wall, risking being discovered, absorbing the red soul of the battlefield little by little, while silently paying attention to the incongruous scene in front of him.

At this time, the magnates of the Thebai Kingdom stood in groups of three or five beside the idols, coldly looking at the people who were constantly praying and worshiping, and had no intention of contributing the power of their faith.

At this time, the commander-in-chief of the allied forces of the two countries finally could not stand the methods used by Markov, and surged towards the city wall with monstrous blood.

"Markolov!" Ifikles roared, and the boundless blood qi came overwhelmingly, as if it was about to directly drown Markolov standing on the city wall.

"One of the Three Goddesses of Order, the peace power of Goddess Errene. Markov, once a hero of mankind, now faces a mere army of 10,000 people, and now needs to rely on the prayer power of the faithful?"

This blood was as huge as a stormy wave, and it was not as loose as the blood of ordinary people, it was twisted into a single force by an invisible force, and the whole overwhelming seemed to be destroyed even by a single blow.

Markov's expression was solemn, and he only swayed the brilliance of the power of peace, but he stood motionless, resisting the power coming towards the top in the air.

What Markov comprehended was the supernatural power of Erene, one of the three goddesses of order, which represented the power of peace to dissolve all calamities and lose peace.