Chapter 273: The Sea of Blood and the Spirit

After the bloody qi completely penetrated into the bodies of the Greek soldiers, these heavy infantry covered in armor simply brought more pressure to the heavy cavalry, they were like a non-stop meat grinder, the Persian slave corps that was constantly involved in it was cut off and crushed, through rounds of crazy killing, the original blue-gray armor has been covered with layers of flesh and blood, if you change to peacetime, just rely on this bloodthirsty demon-like shape, you can scare the looking army to flee without a fight. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Persian mixed slave army, which was completely inferior to the ordinary regular army, had no power to fight back in the face of the bloodthirsty and frenzied Greek soldiers, and often before they could make a move, they had already been slashed from the head to the chest by the blade, even if the weapon was slashed at the enemy, it would not be able to cut the mad body after the blessing of the divine magic.

However, just in terms of momentum, these mixed slaves are not inferior to the Greek soldiers, their left hands are cut off with their right hands, and their feet are cut off and crawl with their hands, even after their hands are cut off, they also use their last strength to bite each other's throats with their teeth, and the mixed slave soldiers in the rear continue to shoot their throwing axes, spears, short knives and bows and arrows at the enemy, in order to kill a Greek soldier, the blades and arrows that roar like a storm, even at the cost of killing more than a dozen companions around them.

When these Persian slave soldiers were about to be killed, they would also hold on to each other's bodies, fighting for a glimmer of life for their companions, and in this slaughter, each fallen Greek soldier was filled with nearly a hundred blades.

After slaughtering the slave soldiers who stood in their way, this frenzied heavy infantry once again confronted the Persian Holy Guard, and when the violence of blood and madness was brought to the Holy Army of piety and faith, the most tragic scene of the entire battle of the Alcmene Plains also appeared.

After the heavy armor of the Greek heavy infantry was covered by the divine grace and brilliance, the defensive ability can be said to be extremely excellent, relying on the divine protection and the madness of completely ignoring the pain, they continued to carry the war spear piercing, and slashed the machete in their hands with bloodthirsty killing intent to the enemy's head, although the blade itself could not split the defense of the light armor, but the impact from the blade was unable to resist, this terrifying force directly shook the skull out of a slight crack, and the blood soon dyed the inside of the silver-white helmet into a blood-red color, Even the Greek slave soldiers, who were wearing extremely rudimentary leather armor and holding blunt knives, were pierced into their bodies by this light spear that was originally like a thousand powers, and they used their muscles to clamp the tip of the spear in their bodies, and fought hand-to-hand with the advantage of short weapons.

In the face of the enemy's frenzied killing, the Holy Guard refused to take a step back for the glory of the Persian army, and adhered to the principle of blood for blood and tooth for tooth, and resolutely stabbed the bright spear in his hand at the enemy. Countless spears continued to pierce from the rear in a neat formation, and the sharp spears sank deep into the chests of the Greek soldiers. With a twist of the hand, the bloodstained spear was torn out of the enemy's chest, and then stabbed out again.

The only thing left on the Persian side to stay strong in this chaotic battle was the ghost-faced double swordsman who shuttled through the enemy line with the shadow of Dak, and from time to time cut off the enemy's head with the shadow blade of Dak, which was not how obvious their strength was, but that the Holy Guard was restrained by this kind of rampaging mad soldier in terms of fighting style.

Such a bloody and tragic scale not only filled this Alcmene Plain with a violent and murderous aura, but also made the abyss will that was faintly present in Lin Feng's body feel more and more pleasant, and the fire of rage that appeared in his heart when he destroyed Tigea City was now ignited again.

As the bloody slaughter continued, the blood-colored figure shuttled through the battle array more and more frequently, and under the fusion of dazzling blood light, the craggy blood light gradually condensed into a young man who was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and there were already drops of blood flowing on his red broken hair, standing quietly in the middle of the battlefield and singing in a low voice that only belonged to the devil.

A moment later, the plain that originally reverberated with the deafening sound of fighting actually fell into silence, and an indescribable and indescribable spiritual power fluctuation gradually spread again, as the blood water continued to emerge, the original plain almost instantly turned into a shattered ground flowing like a lava land with a sea of blood, and the blood-colored waves churning in the sky were also surging down like a heavenly river, but this layer of blood waves did not submerge this plain, but was intercepted by an almost invisible blood-colored barrier at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance.

For a while, everyone seemed to have come to the underwater world, but the dark red Styx blood sea flowed around it, and the original exquisite armor of the soldiers on both sides gradually degenerated into a primitive large piece of metal, and the war spirit that was killed when the fierce spirit was at its peak was also accompanied by resentment, anger, hatred and other emotions seeped out of the ground, floating between heaven and earth.

"The flame of blood burns in my fingertips, the blood flows in my fingertips, and the flesh flies under the blood-colored clouds that are also covered by the scorching sun, and my body is sacrificed, and the blood is poured over my body, and the bitter howl entangles my heart, and the soul of injustice merges into my soul, and turns into the bloody flame of rage, piercing the false light, burning the morality and ethics of the world, so that this suffocating terror is revived from the abyss and descends into the mortal world across the barriers of time and space."

Under the shroud of this blood-colored rainbow light, every living Greek soldier gradually melted, his skin continued to crack, his blood vessels were shattered inch by inch, his muscles fell off, and even the fierce souls flying in the sky were torn into the corpses all over the ground in endless resentment, and were burned and refined by the fire of anger ignited out of thin air............

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