Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1771 1743. Demos

Phidias' workshop was built like a warehouse, and the solid materials used in this warehouse were no joke.

Phidias' famous works include the Parthenon, the Statue of Athena, etc., but his most common daily work is still the traditional marble sculptures in Greece.

These large blocks of white stone, sometimes weighing hundreds of tons, are lifted up and lowered, turned around and flipped in his workshop to meet the sculptor's needs for carving the raw materials in different positions.

If the gate, pillars, beams and other structures of the workshop were slightly bumped by these huge stones, they would collapse and disintegrate. Then Iris would not be able to keep this world-renowned sculptor.

The workshop's warehouse door is made of solid wood with iron corners, and its thickness alone is at least 15 centimeters!
If this door falls down, it will crush to death all the people standing underneath!

And now, this thing was kicked open by an intruder!

"Ok?"

The bodyguard Thesticles was startled by the noise and his hand shook, causing the small clay bowl containing figs to fall to the ground and shatter.

"Who?"

When Phidias first heard the noise, he was a little impatient and wanted to ask who broke in.

He was so immersed in his research that his mind became a little numb.

But as soon as he uttered the question, Phidias himself broke out in a cold sweat!
He immediately realized what kind of horrible thing could kick open the door of his warehouse!

His body moved before his brain. Phidias immediately grabbed the parchment scroll that recorded his research results from the table and turned around to run.

He was already frightened to the point of suspecting that the Cult of Order had not let him go and was looking for a chance to eliminate him, so of course he wanted to run for his life now.

By the way, he also shouted to his bodyguard.

"Thestycles! Run!"

The bodyguard did not respond, in fact he was too late.

"Crack!"

A set of wooden racks, which were supposed to be used for tools, crashed into Phidias's escape route and shattered into pieces.

Wood splinters and debris flew everywhere, and the sculptor, who was not very courageous to begin with, was completely frightened. He quickly stopped running, lost his balance and fell.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave, Phidias?"

A deep voice came from near the entrance of the workshop.

The sound of Greek sandals stepping on the ground should not be very loud, but once greaves are installed on the calves, the movement of footsteps will be accompanied by the sound of armor colliding.

Four figures came in from the door that was kicked open.

The one who spoke was the leader, who was dressed in gorgeous armor that was mainly golden with white leather laces, and had a tough and handsome face.

Behind them are three cult guards.

"You are... Deimos!"

Phidias was now struggling backwards on the ground, obviously terrified.

Deimos, or Kassandra's brother, Alexios.

He walked briskly towards the big sculptor on the ground, but his deep voice made people feel dangerous and oppressive, as if they were facing a lion.

"You know me?" Demos' tone revealed amusement and surprise, "Then it should be easier for us to talk."

Deimos is the secret weapon of the Cult of Kosmos and their highest military force.

He would not easily show up and take action. Even among the many enemies of the Cult of Order, his existence was more like a legend or a ghost story.

Last time, he wanted to assassinate Pericles at the Parthenon in Athens, but was stopped by Lan.

The two of them nearly destroyed the magnificent temple, and no one else ever got a chance to see him in person.

Phidias had never actually seen him, but it had to be said that he had the same high concentration of Isu genes as Cassandra, and he also had these artifacts on his body.

All of this makes Demos's power comparable to that of a falconer.

In the eyes of others, Cassandra is a noble, furious, majestic demigod sailing on the Aegean Sea. Deimos is only stronger than her.

So even though Phidias only knew of the existence of such a person from other people's mouths, now that Deimos showed up, he could automatically identify him and call out his name.

Deimos walked towards the helpless Phidias, his face relaxed.

The great sculptor in front of him had heard his name and trembled with fear. This feeling made Demos feel good.

Moreover, Phidias' mentality is ideal for interrogation and questioning. He has already begun to be afraid, so we just need to work harder and torture his psychological defenses to the point of collapse. As for what he wants to know, he can just ask directly.

Just when Deimos thought that this mission would be accomplished easily, as he approached Phidias, who was sitting on the ground and struggling to get up but still with messy steps, a tall wall of flesh blocked him. Deimos's face was just about the same height as the chest of the flesh wall.

He has great muscle tone and good proportions, but he's not a big, strong guy.

There was a wall of hairy flesh in front of him. The cruel smile on Demos's face gradually disappeared. His eyes moved upwards coldly and he raised his head.

Thesticles was looking down at him at the same time, and their eyes met.

"A nobody." Although he was shorter, Demos spoke as if he had a knife on his neck. "How dare you stand in front of me?"

If a normal person stood in front of him now, his heart would probably beat out of control!
But Thestycles puffed his beard and glared.

"Nobody?!" The sturdy man's attention seemed to be completely drawn by this word, "I am Thestycles! The great Pancratine gladiator of Sparta!"

"You are this man's bodyguard now, little guy. I advise you not to cause trouble. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, Thesticles raised his hand and tapped Deimos' nose as if he was talking to a child.

Demos's expression remained unchanged, but a vein on his forehead was throbbing.

And Thesticlis remained the same, his bearded face full of complacency and pride.

Complacency and pride are often derogatory words, but sometimes, complacency can make people ignore the hopeless strength of the enemy, and pride can prevent him from retreating in fear even when facing such an enemy.

Just like now.

Demos was silent. The three cult guards he brought in were obviously stunned even though they were still wearing old man masks.

The cult guards didn't say a word and didn't dare to move. How could they have imagined that someone would dare to touch Demos' nose?

——Is this guy crazy?!
For a moment, Phidias' workshop fell into a heavy silence that was about to explode.

Thestycles was just blindly arrogant, but he was still a good enough gladiator to compete in the Olympics and win the championship.

He ignored Demos's strength, but he also realized that this man was obviously not going to turn around and leave, but was about to take action.

The confrontation begins in an instant!
Thesticlides' punch was powerful and fast, and his punching style was crisp and neat. It was undoubtedly a fast and heavy punch!
The essence of Pankrasin gladiatorial skills is really that simple. After all, it is a fighting technique that was born in the early days of civilization, and there is not much thought in the development of time.

But, it's like Cassandra who is fighting against another Olympic-level Pankrasin player in the Olympic arena at this moment.

Deimos handled this with ease.

His superhuman reaction and observation skills allowed him to accurately capture the trajectory of his opponent's swift and powerful punch.

"Oh!"

With an explosive thud, Demos grabbed Thesticles' wrist as he threw a punch!

Thestycles was too big and his wrists too thick for Deimos to even fully grasp.

But his strong grip was enough to hold the opponent's wrist still without complete control!
Then there were two closely connected muffled "bang bang" sounds!
Thesticlides's swinging punch was blocked in mid-air, which was equivalent to leaving one side of his body completely open, with no arm available for defense.

As an outstanding warrior, Demos would certainly not miss such an opportunity.

He forcibly grabbed the opponent's wrist and broke into Thesticles' arms.

He raised his elbows, one on the strong man's side ribs, and the next one moved down to the liver!

A normal person would have his ribs broken and pierced into his internal organs after being hit by Demos's two elbows. His liver would also have burst internally.

Thestycles is much stronger than an ordinary person, but these two positions are not only lethal, but also painful. The pain can also make people lose their ability to move.

Immediately, the Spartan gladiator who had been so proud just now and was touching Deimos' nose with his finger, now widened his eyes as if they were about to pop out of their sockets!

And the eyeballs were instantly filled with bloodshot and blood pressure soared!
"Still a weak invalid."

Demos looked indifferently at his opponent who was defeated in an instant. He lifted up the strong arm that Thesticlides had just swung at him and walked under his arm.

By the way, he stepped hard on the white gauze wrapped around his thigh, and the bite mark left by the shark a few days ago was squeezed and broken, and blood oozed out again.

Demos just kept walking forward. He believed that the three cult guards behind him would take care of this big man.

At this time, Phidias was leaning against a square piece of marble, as if he wanted to squeeze himself into the stone.

As Demos walked toward him, he picked up a chisel from his workbench and started playing with it in his hands.

The effect is self-evident, and it also makes Phidias even more frightened.

Behind Deimos, the cult guards were drawing daggers from their leather straps, making a sound of steel rubbing against leather.

He predicted that in the next second the sound would turn into the sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh and bones, spurting blood, and human screams.

(End of this chapter)