Chapter 281: The Holy Spirit and the God of War

When this dazzling divine light gradually dissipated, the temple had been completely razed to the ground within a radius of several hundred meters, both the Persian soldiers and the Spartan temple had completely disappeared, and even the broken stones on the ground were shattered into powder, replaced by the majestic voices and shadows of a dozen people wearing coarse white robes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The faces of the most devout priests of the god of war were expressionless, their slightly stiff limbs and extremely uncoordinated movements made them look particularly strange, and if you looked closely, you could see that their pupils were completely filled with gold, and there was no trace of iris or pupils, and after moving their bodies slightly, they raised their hands above their heads and knelt down slowly, raising their heads and muttering mysterious and simple runes.

The corpses and bloody slaughter piled up on the ground around them seemed to have nothing to do with the priests, who were just chanting sacrificial prayers.

While the priests continued to chant, the demonized slave soldiers also continued to carry out more and more brutal slaughter, they had been completely polluted by the abyss demonic energy, and at this time, they would not be moved by any physical objects or scenes at all, only killing and destruction were the only ones in their hearts.

The Middle-earth team had stopped killing and stood with the Persian generals, staring coldly at the Spartan city-states' every move. The Persian generals were now completely shocked by this huge power, and on the one hand, they continued to mobilize elite troops, and on the other hand, they summoned the priests who accompanied the army to enter the city to encircle and suppress it.

Although the Persian priests could clearly sense that this power fluctuated far above them, their unwavering faith convinced them that they could destroy this small city-state if they prayed for the gods' grace, and that brainwashing and faith were far superior to any friendship or imperial means in cultivating loyalty.

This is also due to the fact that in the era of the rule of the gods, faith and worship have completely infiltrated the beliefs of their respective nations, whether nobles, generals, emperors or commoners or even slaves are believers, almost every soldier has the courage and belief comparable to the death squad, if it is replaced by the feudal era in the future, then under the pressure of this terrible divinity, the entire army has long been disrupted.

As early as when the siege battle had just been transformed into a street battle, Zhu Wen had already felt a little crisis and ominousness, but due to the limitation of her ability, she could not perceive it further. However, this perception alone is enough for Zhan Lan to guess some clues, as one of the twelve main gods of Olympus, the Temple of the God of War must have hidden some kind of final means similar to inviting the gods to the body, and the strength of this hidden means is enough to make the Spartans, who seem to be on the verge of despair, turn the tables.

Therefore, when this extremely huge energy spread in the city, Zhan Lan only said through the spiritual link: "It seems that the high priest of the Spartan temple really can't help it, if he allows the Spartan city-state to be destroyed and all the people are slaughtered, then even if he can escape from this place, it will be difficult to escape the punishment of the god of war, if he sacrifices his life to fight to the death, then he is still expected to be led to the kingdom of God after death, but he only made a move at this forced moment, and he will definitely not be able to get what he wants." ”

As the divine coercion emanating from Spartan City gradually strengthened, the indifferent expressions of the original Zhongzhou team slowly transformed into solemnity, and finally even Lin Feng faintly gave birth to a little caution and jealousy, but all this was just a prelude to the shock.

When the divine aura condensed around these priests re-condensed into golden light, and converged into a pillar of light that soared into the sky, layers of electric light gradually appeared in the clouds, and the pillar of light rotated wildly, and a depressing, strange aura enveloped the earth dullly.

A moment later, a crack had even formed in the center of the cloud vortex above the Spartan city-state, and as the vortex spread violently, this little rift was also expanding dramatically and reforming into a large void. When the vortex was completely condensed into a void, a pair of giant hands formed entirely by golden rays gradually stretched out from it, completely tearing the entire cloud vortex apart.

Unlike the previous divine aura composed of energy, what emanated from the clouds at this time was pure divine majesty. In this shattered void and flickering thunder, the giant composed of pure golden light slowly condensed and formed, and accompanied by a monstrous majesty.

J's extremely dazzling golden light spread again, and enveloped the entire city-state in it, the Persian hoplites in Sparta had no chance to react in front of this golden giant, and were completely killed almost instantly, this is not just the so-called death in the mortal world, but the complete destruction from the heart to the soul, there is no chance of reincarnation or becoming a dead soul at all.

And the demonized slave soldiers who were polluted by the abyssal demonic qi were completely shattered by this huge divine aura before the golden giant had completely descended, but when the skin, flesh, bones, and even hearts were shattered, their souls were dragged to the abyss by the crimson silk threads.

Even the few remaining populaces of the Spartan city-state were instantly robbed of all their minds, and they fell to their knees with bright eyes and were shattered by this invisible ripple.

Although the golden giant's facial features and body were completely blurred with golden light, the style of the golden-red battle helmet and armor was enough to indicate his identity, Ares, the god of war in charge.

Originally, Ares was a bloodthirsty and cruel god, and the previous encounters in the Spartan city-state had already swelled the anger in his heart to the extreme, and his slightly brutal personality also made him angry with the Spartans, in his opinion, the weakness of the Spartans was also one of the reasons for his loss of face.

And now the decline of the Spartan city-state has become inevitable, and the only way to prevent the Athenian city-state represented by Athena from being humiliated in the future is to make the Spartan city-state disappear from this world.

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