Kodamir's eyes were bloody, he couldn't see where he was and where he was, and all around him were the corpses of his own people or the corpses of Persians, and the only thing that could bring him light in this endless battle was the sun that was about to be obscured by the clouds, and the sun that was about to be diluted.

"Poof!" The sword stabbed into the neck of a Persian soldier, and a large expanse of blood flew out of it, staining half of his body red, and Kodamir glanced coldly at the fallen Persian soldier.

The Persian warships are indeed unstoppable, but in this sea, the larger the battleship, the more restrictions, after the last wave of arrows, some of the Greeks successfully introduced some of the Persian warships into the lasso, and now, it is the time to tighten the lasso, no one dares to be careless, all the Greeks are meticulously carrying out the orders of Themistocles.

Most of the Persian warships were still around Artemisia, but she didn't notice that the dilapidated warship hanging far behind it was silently leaning towards her.

Standing atop the battleship, her black armor protecting her, Artemisia looked at the battlefield on the coast, drew her sword, and slowly spat out a few words from her mouth.

"None of them will be left."

Mistocles had just swung his sword sideways, knocking a Persian navyman to the ground, when suddenly a horn sounded from behind.

"Everyone! Advance! ”

Once the Persian army came ashore and landed on the beach, it would be extremely difficult to carry out the next plan, and in the end there would be no end to the fight.

All the Greek coalition forces followed Mistocles with a monstrous momentum, forming a human wall and the special terrain of the coastline, like a black impassable gate of hell, blocking these Persian demons pouring out of hell on the coastline.

The sound of fighting, roars, roars, cries, blood soaked the sea water on the coast red, and the foam that was originally white also turned blood red, and then the foam exploded, spilling the smell of blood all over the world.

It was not enough to rely on the life and death of the coast, and a coalition of Greeks sailed separately in small boats towards the Persians, who were going to engage the Persians in a broadside battle and once again distract part of the Persian navy.

At this time, on the battleship where Artemisia was, something happened to him.

Like a cheetah smelling danger, Artemisia turned slightly sideways, and in the position where she was standing, a long knife was inserted on the deck, and the handle part was still shaking, and a tall man in black leather armor saw that the blow was fruitless, and ran decisively towards the string of the ship.

"Spies? Killer? Hum. Artemisia snorted coldly, flipped his hand, and a dagger instantly caught up with the man who failed to sneak attack.

"Ding!" A spark flashed in the air, and Artemisia frowned and glanced around, just now, a broken sword that flew out of nowhere intercepted his dagger in the air.

"Why did you do that, Ressa!" She saw a familiar figure staggering towards her covered in linen, "You are betraying the Persian Empire!" ”

Resa bowed slightly, ignoring the scenes of battle on the battlefield around him, and said expressionlessly, "What about my bottle of ten thousand people's blood?" ”

Artemisia found himself on the ship, with the exception of himself and Resa, all of whom were lying in a pool of blood, and his own Praetorian Guard had disappeared.

Artemisia, who had been walking alone for many years, did not know how many times she had encountered more dangerous situations than she had now, and in such a situation, a charming smile hung on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes narrowed, as deep as a starry sky, and she did not smile angrily.

"Thrown."

"Where the hell is it!!" Resa put the knife on Artemisia's neck and asked viciously.

Artemisia tilted her head to the side and looked at the sea in the distance, no longer speaking.

Resa couldn't help it anymore, he could think of what kind of punishment he would face if he missed, he didn't believe what Artemisia said, and yelled angrily, "I'll ask you again!" ”

The sharp blade had pierced her neck, and a trace of blood slid down her tender white neck, Artemisia's right hand quietly circled behind, and behind her, there was a weapon, she still looked indifferent, and replied lightly.

"Thrown."

Stimulate Raysa, once he reveals his flaws, he can be sure to get out, Artemisia knows very well how much difference there is between ordinary people and divine envoys, if it weren't for Resa being seriously injured at this time, his thoughts are undoubtedly looking for death.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Resa released the knife in his hand and landed on the deck, laughing maniacally.

Artemisia couldn't let go of such an opportunity, she suddenly pulled out the weapon behind her back and stabbed Ressa's body, but she found that Resa didn't care at all and stood there laughing maniacally.

Resa's laughter slowly stopped, his eyes hinting of madness, and he reached out to grasp Artemisia's arm with a withered twig hand, his eyes fixed on her.

Artemisia had never felt this way, something called fear hit her, she didn't stand firm under her feet, and fell to the deck, at this point, she could no longer hear any sound, although she still had the color of the world in her eyes.

"This is my meal for you!" Resa pulled out an ancient clay pot wrapped in gauze from her bosom, and her crazy smile showed a hint of relief.

"Enjoy, it will be with you and me for the rest of my life."

No one noticed that a small vial slipped out of Artemisia's inner armor and rolled into the sea with the swaying of the battleship.

The two sides on the coast who were fighting each other suddenly stopped what they were doing, and the Greek coalition that was holding on to the lasso in another battlefield also stopped fighting, as did the Greek coalition that engaged the Persian warships in the Aegean Sea.

For, suddenly, a great shadow came over everyone's heads, and the world was divided into two parts, with a light on the shore and a darkness on the sea.

Solar eclipse, in an instant, everyone on the battlefield put down their weapons, trembling and kneeling on the ground to pray sincerely, in this ancient land, all sects, whether Greek or Persian, solar eclipse is the most ominous sign, its appearance, often accompanied by destruction and darkness.

In the Persian Empire, hundreds of thousands of miles away from Greece, an old man knelt on the ground, followed by four people who were also wearing robes, and if the dust was sealed, he would definitely recognize that he was the one who saved little Artemisia in the first place.

The black-robed elder looked at the gradually engulfed sun, his eyes crossed with a little sadness, and he muttered to himself.

"Born in darkness, dead in light."

Mistocles suddenly felt the condensation of water vapor around him, and a layer of fine water droplets was draped on him, these water droplets were extremely cold, Mistocles was a little uncomfortable, it was now noon, but he felt cold, it must be his own delusion, but not only him, everyone felt so, and then he realized that this was wrong.

"Assemble now! Defend! "The Greek coalition army that received the order slowly retreated, away from this coast, and the Persians did not receive any command from Artemisia, and the Persian deputy commander Krest gave an order with a complicated face, just now, Artemisia's Praetorian Guard army captained over, and if it were not for the Praetorian Guard to bring himself a word and prove Xerxes's words, he would definitely kill anyone who was talking nonsense here.

"Secretly execute Artemisia."

Out of allegiance to the Empire, the Persian deputy commander Krest chose to side with Xerxes, as it was no secret that Artemisia was a Greek.