A slight tremor of the earth caught everyone's attention.

Four or five undead soldiers appeared on the battlefield with a tall monster chained in black chains.

It doesn't have a single piece of skin on its body, it is full of scars left by stitches, and its human-like head is clean and without extra hair, and above it is a hideous face, scarlet eyes, sticky saliva, a mouthful of sharp and blackened teeth, and tyranny and bloodlust all over its body.

It is truly fearless, it lives on blood and raw flesh, it has no mercy in its dictionary, it has no pain, not even a soul, it knows nothing but killing, it is a perfect battlefield harvester.

"A special class of the undead army! Undead Berserker! "Sealing the dust was thrown into the battlefield on this perfect battlefield harvester, and his face was cold and head-on.

The sound of four iron locks opening was like death knocking on everyone's heart, instantly forming a vacuum around it, no one caught up, even the undead army was far away, when opening the chain around his neck, an undead soldier moved a little slowly, the undead berserker reached out and grabbed his battle armor, and the powerful force put him on the ground, the undead soldier muttered a few words as if begging for mercy but to no avail, the undead berserker kicked his internal organs and broke his internal organs, and his whole person exploded like a balloon "bang".

The undead berserker who picked up the weapon was even more dangerous, it stared at Leonidas who was fighting bloodily, Leonidas' back was cold, and he hurriedly turned back, a short knife was cut from the head, Leonidas raised his shield to resist, the undead berserker was amazingly powerful, and Leonidas who was holding the shield staggered under his feet, and before he could react, the undead berserk was like a giant piledriver, and the attack rained down on Leonidas's shield.

Vast sparks flew out, and only the dust in the form of claws could leave traces on the Spartan shield, and the undead berserker only relied on his strength to leave a series of scars on the Spartan shield with a short knife.

Capton came to the rescue, he raised his spear and stabbed at the undead berserker, the undead berserker's combat skills were extremely rich, it instantly grabbed the head of the spear, no longer paying attention to Leonidas, and cut the spear off the middle with a knife, Capton's eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief, but a moment of distraction on the battlefield could kill him.

The undead berserker swung his short knife and struck with a sound of breaking the air, Capton hurriedly flashed to the side, and Leonidas, who was behind him, took advantage of the undead berserker's back to him, picked up the weapon on the ground and stabbed it, the berserk let the sharp weapon pierce its arm, turned his head and looked at Leonidas with inhuman eyes, reached out and grabbed the blade of the short knife, pulled it out, and then only a few drops of black blood dripped from the wound, Leonidas gritted his teeth and fought for the weapon, but the strength of the berserk was not comparable to him, A strong force poured from the blade onto Leonidas' arm, forcing him to give up.

Attacking, dodging, the undead berserker is like a chariot rushing like a pile of people, constantly breaking up the Spartan formation, and the Spartan elite can not fight hard, can only rely on their own combat skills to keep dodging, and the situation on the battlefield is broken in an instant.

On the side of the cliff path near the hot spring pass, there is an extremely secret and spacious opening in the cliff, in which more than a thousand Acadians are ambushed, they nervously watch the battle between the Spartan elite and the undead army, the leader of the white fat man swallowed and spitted, watching the undead berserkers unscrupulously wielding knives and slaughtering on the battlefield, their faces were extremely ugly.

"After a while, the Spartans will retreat, and we will rush out from here, so that those Spartan elites can see the bravery of our Greek coalition army!"

The trembling tone was mixed with extremely firm conviction, but looking at the undead berserker, his heart gradually became bottomless.

Feng Chen stretched out his hand to cut off the head of an undead soldier, his physical strength has been consumed too much, the battlefield is not one-on-one, he must always pay attention to the surrounding environment and the enemy's every move, Rao is so, Feng Chen's body is also full of scars, all the bandages changed in the house of time and space are used to treat the wound of the broken arm, and the medical equipment brought over in reality is also consumed.

Three of Stalyos' fingers were chopped off by an undead soldier before he died, and his hands were covered in the gauze that had been thrown to him by the dust, but the blood still dripped.

"Stalios!!" Behind the dust, Stelios was always followed, and the sweat on his forehead scattered in the air with a twist, and slashed at the undead army that came upon him.

"Retreat now!! You're going to support Capton! Capton continued to fight the undead berserker, Stelius gasped, nodded and continued to retreat under the cover of the dust, and Stellios's departure doubled the pressure on the dust.

Fortunately, the cliff path is very narrow, with mountains on one side and the ocean on the other, but there are too many undead troops, and Feng Chen keeps retreating, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and he saw the sea of undead armies pouring into the cliff path, and there were four or five undead berserkers who were chained towards here.

100,000 urgent! Feng Chen no longer hesitated to mobilize the remaining black light virus in his body, turned on the claw form, and relied on his speed advantage to rush towards the undead berserker behind him like a gust of wind.

The undead berserker unscrewed off the head of a Spartan elite and flipped Leonidas to the ground, the weapon in his hand was coldly inserted into the head of Leonidas who was stunned, Leonidas relied on years of combat instinct between life and death to desperately deflect the deadly sword in the air at the moment when he stabbed it in the air, the sharp sword sank into the ground, and the cold blade left a spark on the outside of his helmet.

And Feng Dust also rushed over at this time, he saw that the undead berserker was fighting with Leonidas, and it was catapulted like a cannonball, and the undead berserk suddenly got up, and the sword in his hand drew an arc in the air, but Feng Dust had already jumped up, and the claw of his left arm split its head and body with a wave.

Pulling up Leonidas, who had fallen to the ground, he said solemnly: "I see that there are still four or five such monsters coming from behind, now tell all the Spartans to retreat, at least behind me!" I have a way to deal with it! ”

Leonidas didn't ask much about the specific reason for sealing the dust, he roared angrily: "Everyone retreat!" Retreat behind Ducks! ”

The battlefield resounded with the roar of Leonidas, and the remaining Spartan elite began to wave their weapons and retreat, while the white fat man led by the Arcadians who was hiding on the side commanded the subordinates who were about to appear, stared at the battlefield and said, "Wait! ”

Seeing the retreat of the Spartan elites, the undead army rushed up even more frantically, and Feng Dust exhaled heavily, the countdown of the claw form in his mind "00:03:45"

Alone in the face of the black oppressive undead army, he rushed forward.

"What is Dax going to do!!" Stelios looked distracted.

"Is he crazy?" Astinos, a young man who was originally sunny, was also in a miserable state at this time, and wounds covered his strong chest, he couldn't help but take a step forward and shouted angrily: "Dax! I'm here to help you! ”

"Stop!" Capton looked at his son with a complicated expression, while Leonidas stared at Feng Chen's back, his tired eyes full of trust, and he said in a deep voice: "He has his reasons, as comrades, we have to believe him!" ”

Feng Chen was already surrounded by countless undead armies, he didn't choose to attack, just waved his claws to interrupt the weapons of those undead soldiers, relying on his speed to keep wandering on the cliffs, on the road, and on the side of the road.

"It's coming! In the nearest! Dusty had already seen the undead berserker getting closer and closer to him, and the countdown to the claw form in his mind had already begun to have two minutes left, and the undead army chasing Dusty saw that Dusty was so difficult to kill, so they turned around and rushed towards the remaining Spartan elite.

"The last five meters!" Dusty jumped down from the cliff, and he let out a loud shout.

"Ground Thrust!"

The narrow cliff path can make the ground thrust of the black light virus exert unparalleled lethality, which is a method that Feng Chen has long considered, but the black light stabs the enemy and I don't distinguish between it, so Feng Chen first let the Spartans retreat, and he can launch it without worry, and the undead army in the movie plot was repelled by the three hundred elites of Sparta and more than two thousand Acadians, which was a myth, and now it seems that Feng Chen, if there is no other means, today is his last day.

Falling into the earth like a meteor, the black light virus in the body of the dust seal in mid-air gushed out and infected the ground five meters around him into black and red after he landed, and one by one black gorgeous spikes broke out of the ground, piercing and hanging the seven or eight undead soldiers around him, and the five undead berserkers were also pierced into several sections by the black light that broke through the ground in an instant, they were still not dead, and they writhed on the ground like fish falling from the water to the ground.

The sudden situation changed the situation on the battlefield again, looking down from the height of the cliff, the black light thorn was like a black lotus blooming on the cliff path, because of the blood and it looked feminine and dangerous, the power of Feng Chen's body was squeezed clean, and there was no living mouth in the five meters around him.

And the Acadians who were hiding in one area looked at the figure that Feng Chen was about to fall to the ground and showed shock, and the white fat man showed an excited laugh: "It turns out that there is an oracle in the elite of Sparta!" We still have hope for this war! ”

Not only that, the undead army rushing in front was cut off from the way back, and the Spartan elite was infected by the act of sealing the dust, and the young man Astinos burst into light in his originally tired eyes, and he said excitedly: "I didn't expect Dax to be a divine messenger!" We Spartans believe in Ares, and we don't know which god to serve? But it doesn't matter now, Leonidas waved his hand, looked at the crumbling figure of Feng Chen, and went berserk.

"Everyone! Charge! Acadians! Now it's your turn! ”

The Arcadians rushed out, led by the white fat man, and began to melee with the undead army.

The wound on the body of the dusty sweat was painful, and he didn't have the strength to wipe it again, and an Arcadian who rushed over supported his figure, and several Arcadians covered the retreat to the rear.

Although the ground spike had eliminated the undead berserker, the undead army, a team that seemed to have come from hell, continued to climb over the barrier of the black light ground thorn and surged towards the hot spring pass.

And at this time, everything had nothing to do with the dust, he felt a wave of nausea in his stomach, dizziness, and the muscles that had been relaxed were extremely sore, and he lay down at the entrance of the hot spring pass leaning on the boulder and took out a large bottle of water from the space ring with difficulty, and drank it with great difficulty.

At this time, the sound of a Persian trumpet sounded in the distance.

Heavy and mournful, Feng Chen squinted his eyes as much as possible to see the seagulls flying comfortably in the sun on the distant sea, and bursts of birdsong echoed in his ears.

Xerxes finally withdrew his troops after consuming a large number of undead troops.

The three hundred elites of Sparta relied on their own bravery and good fighting and the counterattack of more than 1,000 Arcadians, with geographical advantages and dusty ground spurs, to defend the hot spring pass in this battle of dawn.

However, this magnificent epic battle is still not over.