Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1772. Thunder
"It took a lot of effort for me, Phidias," Deimos said, twirling his stonemason's chisel as he approached the trembling sculptor. "It took a lot of effort for me to create this place where we could be alone."

Deimos looked at Phidias with burning eyes.

"I am not really obsessed with hurting you, Phidias. In fact, I admire your work very much. I also want you to carve a stone statue for me, as majestic as the great statue of Athena!"

"You must feel honored to be able to carve a demigod as noble and furious as me."

"But now, we have something serious to discuss!" He approached the sculptor step by step, "You are studying those ancient patterns! And I heard... you have discovered something very important!"

"What is it? Tell me! I just want this!"

"If you tell me, you'll be safe! You'll even have a chance to make a statue for me!"

If it were true that Cassandra was indifferent to being called a "demigod" by the people of the Aegean Sea,

Falconers are always dazzlingly confident and know myths like the back of their hands, but if they really encounter strange things that block their way, they will kill them without hesitation.

Then her brother, now Deimos, was raised by the Cult of Kosmos since he was a baby. According to Cassandra's investigation, these people spared no effort to brainwash and instill certain ideas in him.

I hope to make this [demigod] the most deadly weapon in the hands of the Cult.

So, in this era long before the birth of psychology, they unsurprisingly went astray.

Deimos is indeed powerful and furious. He desires the respect, fear and recognition of others, but at the same time he truly sees himself as a noble demigod.

The two half-siblings have huge differences in their concepts and personalities due to their different living environments.

Deimos approached Phidias with thinly veiled threats and malice.

The sculptor was so frightened that he huddled under the stone.

"I, Itila." Phidias uttered three clueless words tremblingly, "Kolgas, Metin."

These three words have no meaning in the language, neither represent nor imply anything. They are just a pile of syllables. The Greeks would not even give such meaningless names.

Demos frowned, and after a brief thought he determined that these were indeed three meaningless words.

"I only deciphered these three words! And their order is fixed!" Phidias waved his hands repeatedly, "No more! Really, you, you have to believe me!"

"Three words without a beginning or an end?" Demos pinched his nose, with a disappointed and helpless expression, "Phidias, you threw out three words without even saying whether it's a question or an answer. How dare you respond to me like this?"

He stepped forward, grabbed Phidias's neck, and threw him with a bang onto a marble block half a man's height.

Phidias curled up after being hit by the stone, and Deimos held one of his hands down, while with the other hand he raised the chisel that originally belonged to Phidias.

It looks like he just wants to poke it down with this chisel!
Phidias' muscles were tense, due to the pain of falling on the stone and the struggle for his hands.

He knew he couldn't break free from Demos' grip, but his biological instinct made him keep exerting force.

But at this moment, there was a commotion behind Demos.

"Bang bang!"

The collision between bare fists and steel armor was dull and powerful.

A dull groan of pain came from under the visor of the old cult guard, and Thesticles also cried out in pain from his own bare fist.

Turning his head, he saw that the Spartan Pankracin, who should have been hit hard by him and weakened to the point of having no power to resist, was facing the siege of three cult guards and was not killed as expected.

On the contrary, he is very fierce!

The huge fist hit the iron breastplate of the cult guard. Blood spurted out of the fist and the cult guard was knocked two meters away by the punch.

The sound from under the old man's mask sounded like his lungs were hit and temporarily disabled. Only the "roar" sound was heard, but no sound of inhaling or exhaling was heard.

"I am the great Thestycles!" The strong man was still shouting and fighting, "I will be the glorious Olympic champion! Don't even think about getting past me!"

The wound on his thigh caused by the shark bite was broken by Demos just now. The cult guards were not rigid warriors who valued honor, and they would definitely take advantage of his inconvenience in moving.

So now, on Thestycles' strong body, the knife wound opened on the bulging muscles, and blood flowed out of the wound like a baby spitting up milk.

His fists were covered in blood and flesh, and when he smashed the enemy's armor or shield, the squeezed blood and flesh would even splash onto his own face and chest!
But even so, he still didn't back down at all!
Instead, his hair and beard stood up, just like a lion that had seen blood!
He was indeed narcissistic and arrogant, but he was also the Pancratic gladiatorial champion among the Spartans!

"Come here! Coward!" He shouted at Deimos with his eyes wide open, "You only dare to torture a stonemason? Come and fight me!"

He clamped down on the other two cult guards, and veins popped out from the bulging muscles on his arms.

His muscles restricted the movement of the two daggers, but the sharp blades of steel were still sharp blades of steel. Even if there was no room for movement, it could still cut through the skin and muscles by scratching it hard!
Deimos's face fell.

Without even turning his head, the hand holding the chisel suddenly fell down!
He was about to nail the chisel into Phidias's hand, and then turn around to deal with this brainless Spartan fool. However, just when the chisel was about to fall.

Without even turning his head, Deimos suddenly frowned, then immediately withdrew the hand that was holding Phidias, and pulled out his own artifact, the Sword of Damocles, from his waist.

A moment later, there were two crisp "ding-dong" sounds!
The chisel in Demos' hand was knocked away by the sudden sharp blade. At the same time, the Sword of Damocles collided with an obviously smaller dagger!
Both smaller swords glowed with an unnatural reddish light, and one of them even had arcs of electricity flowing through it.

The electric arcs slid like snakes, trying to spread to Demos's hands, but were blocked by a layer of golden light.

It was not until this moment that Demos turned his head again.

On the marble where Phidias was lying, stood a majestic calico kitten wearing armor and holding two swords!

Just like Kassandra holding the Spear of Leonidas, the extremely high concentration of Isu genes, coupled with the powerful Isu artifacts that are actually supercomputers, allows Deimos to naturally sense the enemy's movements in battle.

Even without a famous teacher to teach them, the brother and sister would actually learn combat skills, timing control, and decision-making wisdom from interacting with Isu artifacts in battle after battle.

Deimos was brought up by the Cult of Kosmos since childhood, and Cassandra was stranded in Kephallonia after laying the foundation in Sparta. However, such a huge difference in their growing environment did not lead to much difference in their hard power.

There is not much that humans can teach these two siblings, and interaction with Isu artifacts is the main channel for their growth.

The moment he saw the flannel ball trying to block him, Demos frowned.

As early as the great plague in Athens, he wanted to assassinate Pericles directly in the Parthenon. At that time, he had seen this calico cat in the battle with Lan.

And see you now...

"He left." Deimos took a step back and completely drew out the Greek short sword [Sword of Damocles] from his waist, "But he left you here?"

Demos's deep voice gave off a dangerous vibe.

In order to protect Phidias, who was still curled up on the marble in pain, the fluffy ball retracted his kitten swords into a defensive posture and did not jump off the stone.

"As expected!" Felyn said in a serious voice with a baby-like tone, "You guys are making trouble during the Olympic Games, and the so-called secret of the three legendary statues... are all to lure away the friends around Phidias who might help, meow!"

"But give up!" Flannel Ball got used to Lan En's habits, and subconsciously swung the two kitten swords in his hands to form gorgeous sword flowers, "I'm here! Don't even think about hurting him, meow!"

"Just you, a cat?" Demos sneered, "Has that idiot Lan lost his mind? But that's just as well!"

"I will catch you and tame you! Until you are obedient!"

"We Felynx will never be tamed, meow!" The fluffy ball retorted with dissatisfaction at first, and then said seriously, "And let me make it clear in advance! I have called the boss back, meow!"

Even if the fluff ball had a serious or even angry expression, it should still be cute in the eyes of humans, so Demos didn't care at all.

Kythira, Thassos, Samos.

These three islands with legendary statues were deliberately chosen within the Cult of Kosmos.

Not only are the three islands far apart from each other, but it takes ten days to half a month to travel there.

The key point is that any of the three islands is still far away from Olympia.

In other words, as long as Lan En has set out to explore the secret of the statue, no matter which island he wants to go to first, it is now too far away!

"Ah, it seems you don't believe it?" The fluffy ball smiled with a little malice. On its little paw, there was a copper ring. "Then there is nothing I can do, meow."

"I'm on meow!"

A light red flame of fighting spirit burst out from the body of Felyne!

Demos had never seen such a scene before, so he was a little curious and wary.

However, the fluff ball, whose speed suddenly increased due to the burst of fighting spirit, did not rush towards Demos at this time.

Instead, he left behind a residual image, and relying on his higher attainments in [Light Body Technique] than Lann, he easily flew over Demos' head and pounced on Thesticles and the cult guards behind him!

Demos was still a little confused. He didn't know why the fluffy ball was guarding Phidias at the beginning, but now dared to boldly cross him.

But then...

"Boom!"

Outside the workshop, in the Olympia Valley in broad daylight...thunder was heard!

(End of this chapter)