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5,000 falling blows from the sky are like 5,000 'cannonballs' falling from the sky. Disasters and carnages befell the heads of the White Forest Legionnaires in Blackwater City from five thousand meters away in the blink of an eye.

Pity those stupid soldiers who didn't have time to parry, they were smashed by countless heavy spears and blades that fell from the sky, killing flesh and blood.

The most conspicuous of them, the aristocratic general who had just ordered 'be careful' just one second, was splattered with blood in the next second, and it was split into two pieces from shoulder to abdomen, splashing straight into the bloody stains of the strong warrior who suddenly appeared in sight.

"Sparta! ~~~~”

The roar of battle intent exploded in his ears like muffled thunder, and under the horsehair helmet that covered his cheeks, the two blood-red eyes were as fierce as splitting space.

Seeing that, the white forest soldier locked in his pupils turned around and fled, and the Spartan soldier who had just landed took a leaning stride and slashed out with a knife!

The swing of the knife with the sound of whirring wind is directly disemboweling from behind, and the sharpness and strength can be seen!

In fact, in the eyes of more White Forest soldiers, the blade that flashed with the cold light of the forest slashed down from above with the momentum of thunder, although the blade was still in the air, but the cold air on the extremely sharp blade made people feel like the god of death was coming!

The hands holding the sword had just been slashed on the shield, this blow made Andrew's wrists numb as if they had been electrocuted, and his cheeks could feel the air flow brought by the blade when it passed by, and the cold air of the blade could be felt from the air flow, and the huge explosion shook the eardrum violently, and the sharp chirp echoed endlessly, and all other sounds were a little blurred at this time.

Buzz――――――bang!!!

A figure that made people feel frightened at the first glance smashed straight into the city, and the rubble was scattered everywhere.

Count Andrew's gaze was straight, his head was steaming, and the tip of his nose was dotted with a few shiny beads of sweat.

Just now, his eyebrows were raised angrily. But his mouth was grinning downward.

When he saw this figure in gold armor, he blinked his eyes in dismay, and the muscles on his face froze all of a sudden, not moving at all, just like the "freeze frame" in the movie. Several of the guards, including Count Andrew's back, were nailed there like wood.

"War is a feast of death!"

In Earl Andrew's vision, I saw the corners of his mouth twitching, and a touch of contempt flashed in his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, there was a crisp sound of "choking", it was a golden sword.

Ares, the god of war, wears armor with a feather on his head. He wears leather sleeves on his arms and holds a copper spear aggressively.

To this day, he usually fights his opponents on foot, sometimes from a four-horse chariot. He was accompanied by his 'generals': terror, trembling, panic and fear.

Aaron's face was smiling but not smiling. With a wave of one hand, four black shadows gradually circled around him, and it looked like two pitch-black shields. and two pitch-black balls of light.

Terror, a shield of trembling!

Panic and fear!

Terror, trembling, panic, fear. The 'God's Items' that carry negative psychic influences, today, Aaron is much like testing their power on the battlefield.

When panic and fear are the first to be disillusioned. Immediately after, the shield of terror and trembling burst at the same time!

A circle of air currents visible to the naked eye spread rapidly, and then slowly evaporated into the air, turning into many uneven gray lines, a layer of transparent and thin mist. Some gas, which resembled spider silk, was enveloping Aaron's body within a hundred meters in diameter.

Even the brave Minotaur could not resist this shock that directly acted on the soul.

After about a second or two, Count Andrew dropped his weapon. Kneeling on the ground, cowering in fear, in the field of vision, countless illusions, countless gold-armored war gods set up four-wheeled chariots, and the sword light swung around seemed to devour his entire person.

When Aaron was not in a hurry, raised the golden greatsword in his hand, and split the head of the Lord of Blackwater City in half in one fell swoop, for Count Andrew, endless darkness was coming.

Walking at a slow pace, Aaron looked coldly at the battle, and he walked on the battlefield.

Every White Forest soldier who entered the shrouded area was terrified and terrified. In the last second, he was fighting desperately with red eyes, and in the next second, he threw away the weapon in his hand, lay on the ground and didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere, and then was easily killed by the god of war.

Whew――――――

The warriors of the Greenway Holy City, incarnated as five thousand giant eagles, jumped over the majestic fortress walls of Blackwater City, and flew towards the city and the lord's mansion.

The blade slashed into the enemy's chest, and then flew up and kicked the trembling body off the wall, and the five thousand Spartan warriors soon occupied the main walls of the Blackwater Fortress, as well as the thick steel gates.

Against these backgrounds, the 'God of War' swung the golden greatsword in his hand, killing faster and faster. The transparent and faint mist that enveloped the radius of a hundred meters around his body, a gas that looked like spider silk, was covered with a layer of scarlet and hideous blood mist within a hundred meters of Aaron's body because of the blood involved.

When the gates of the Blackwater Fortress were completely opened, the roaring berserkers swarmed into the kingly fortress city like a black tide.

When the city defense army of nearly 100,000 people began to rout, in addition to the frontal battle, the more reason was that they could not bear the mental torture.

No one wants to be on the same battlefield as a god unless 'it' is on its side.

Half a day later.

The Blackwater Fortress, which was claimed to be able to defend for 20 years without being captured, changed hands in less than a day.

As dusk approached, the sky was cloudy, a bit like the color of dirt, and the dirt under his feet was the color of blood.

Plasma and minced meat were mixed, and every pair of combat boots stepped on, and the turbid liquid splashed everywhere.

A large number of black crows flew from the sky, hovering over the dying people in twos and threes.

Some weary and ragged soldiers shuffled and knelt in the middle of the battlefield and raised their weapons, and the Spartans treated them as if they were non-existent air, only to make up for the stabbing of the enemy who was still gasping for breath.

This level of war can no longer satisfy a god of war.

When Aaron raised his head, he saw that there was too much human flesh, and the crow saw that the human eyes were bloodshot.

One of them, a particularly large, pitch-black black crow, fluttered onto Aaron's shoulder, and when Aaron looked intently, the intestines of which he didn't know belonged hung on his armor, swaying in the cold wind.

The crow picked up a piece of intestine that hung on the armor of the god of war, and actually stopped on the shoulder of the god of war. On the contrary, it aroused a trace of curiosity in Aaron, and he stretched out his arm and led the bird of death to stand on his index finger, his eyes were full of teasing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly outlined, "Welcome to the imperial army under the command of the god of war!" (To be continued......)