Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1780 1752. Champion
"I still can't completely believe what you said." Demos curled his lips, "But as a prisoner, I want better treatment, so I will tell you something unimportant."

"for example?"

Cassandra didn't expect that their first conversation would actually make her younger brother speak a little. She was a little surprised.

"For example, the sculptor Phidias." Demos leaned his head back against the stone wall, supporting his injured arm with his intact arm, and said nonchalantly. "Are you familiar with him?"

"The two of us," Cassandra recalled, "were probably just acquainted. But Lan and him were friends."

"Then your lover should be interested in this news."

"Tell me."

Cassandra folded her arms across her chest and leaned leisurely against the door frame.

"In fact, the Church of God doesn't know what the sculptor found out from the ancient ruins." Demos shook his head, "But when we got his drawings, the nearby conical triangle seemed to sense something and lit up for a while."

"Although there has been no response since then, the Cult still believes that the sculptor's research must be very important. Only he, as a researcher, can explain those drawings clearly. Is it a key? Or a map pointing to a certain place?"

"For this purpose, the Divine Cult has taken out a clue to the divine artifact that it holds, which is the three legendary statues. Through them, if everything goes well, we should be able to obtain a good divine artifact in the end."

To be considered as a good artifact by Demos, the level of this artifact must be at least the same as the parts of his [Demigod Armor].

In Athens and Sparta, they were valuable items in the national treasury.

The Cult of Kosmos probably has more high-level artifact reserves than both Athens and Sparta.

This is because the Cult of Kosmos was established quite a while ago and has always been operating in the dark, consuming very little energy. It is also because their tentacles are spread throughout the Greek world, and they can respond to any disturbance.

According to Demos, the Cult not only possesses many artifacts, but also has many clues to the artifacts.

The mystery on the three legendary statues revealed this time is one of them.

Using the clue of a high-level artifact as bait, he lured the helpers around Phidias away to decipher the code. At this time, Deimos could approach the sculptor without any obstacles and learn the results of his research from him.

With luck, this clue to the artifact that was released might be successfully solved by Phidias, and he could also bring back a high-level artifact for the Cult of Order.

“But you saw the result.”

Demos tapped the plaster on his shoulder lightly and smiled at himself.

"Itila, Kolgas, Metin... I injured an arm, and in return I got three meaningless syllables."

"That may not be the case." Cassandra tried to comfort her brother insincerely, "Perhaps Phidias is hiding something from you."

Demos was very disdainful: "I'm sure he said everything. In the face of pain, he is not a tough guy, just an ordinary person."

Cassandra turned and left, feeling relieved because after this conversation, Deimos seemed noticeably less aggressive and self-destructive than when he was first captured.

The falconer relayed the news revealed by Demos to Lan, but the witcher was not very moved.

"Isu artifacts are powerful, but they are too involved with the Forerunner civilization and are too complicated."

"A civilization has perished, but the individuals in that civilization must have their own ways to survive. Who knows what the individuals in that civilization will do at the final moment of doom?"

This is also the reason why although Lan En admires Isu artifacts and Isu technology, he does not have a strong desire to obtain the right to use these artifacts, that is, the Isu genes.

Lan En had seen how a civilization would decline in its final stage of collapse, and how crazy the individuals within the civilization would become.

He had seen enough in the Fire World.

The [Demon King] Ocelots wanted to turn all the subjects of the entire country of Lothric into "ancient dragons", but in the end he spread the pus of man and even became neither a dragon nor a god.

Eldridge, the [Sage of the Deep], wants to accumulate strength by eating humans to survive the collapse of the world.

There is also the [Darkmoon Pope] Shalivan, who wants to parasitize on the [Deep Saint] and play tricks to survive the end of the world.

There are so many heroes in the world, who can really just sit there and wait to die as the doomsday approaches?
The disorder when civilization is approaching its end is also the best time for these "heroes" to be unrestrained, roam the sea, and act recklessly.

God knows what these "heroes" can do in the end in order to survive and continue, given the Isu's technological strength.

And after tens of thousands of years, how will these cruel things change under the erosion of time?
People in ancient Greece generally did not realize this, but Lan En had already realized it because of his own knowledge and experience.

"The matter of the Isu artifact is not so urgent right now." Lan En smiled as he looked up and down at the falconer, who seemed in high spirits because of the progress in easing his relationship with his brother.

"Tomorrow is the final of the Pankrasin event in the Olympics. After you wear the crown, we can start our journey back to Sparta. Are you confident?"

"Haha!" Cassandra laughed heartily, "I can win the game now!"
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The next day, the competition in Olympia Valley continued.

Although the previous day's super explosive news such as "Zeus' will" and "Pegasus's arrival" made the burning and collapse of a sculptor's workshop next to the Zeus Temple seem like insignificant news, the Olympics will not be suspended because of this. On the contrary, after the priests of the Zeus Temple characterized yesterday's events as "the approval of the God King", this Olympics can only be held in a grand manner!

Hundreds of bulls that were originally scheduled to be slaughtered and offered as sacrifices on the day the Olympics ended were slaughtered overnight.

It is said that Olympia was brightly lit that night, and the best barbecued meat after the bull sacrifice was sold at a sky-high price!

The bidder was Alcibiades.

Even though this guy was poisoned during the day, fortunately the antidote was at the hands of Cassandra and Triss, and he was detoxified not long after the poison took effect.

He originally came to the Olympics to win a championship and gain fame, whether it was due to his flamboyant personality or the political needs of Athenian democracy. He was bound to do something as conspicuous as bidding for the sacrifice.

More flowers, more incense...all kinds of ceremonial and religious expenses were skyrocketing, and merchants and landowners were scrambling to sponsor them.

Cassandra's game started as scheduled.

Even though the workload suddenly increased several times in one day, the event organizers dare not delay the competition at all.

It was as easy as pie for the falconer to win the championship.

Last year's champion Dorios seemed no different from any other contestant and couldn't even grab Cassandra's body.

Instead, after being stepped on his ankles and kicked in his groin, his sturdy body bent uncontrollably, and then he was hit on the chin by the falconer's uppercut, causing him to fall dizzy and face up.

The injury rate in Pankrasin matches is very high, because there is no rule about the "no striking area" of the human body in the competition. This fighting technique itself is also a very practical and primitive technique.

The award ceremony for Olympic champions after victory was also held immediately after the competition, just like in modern times.

Cassandra was still wearing her competition outfit, wearing only a tube top and panties, her bronze skin was oiled, showing off her exquisite muscle lines and great vitality.

Her hair was originally tied into a thick braid, and some of it was hanging on her left shoulder because of the fierce close combat, but it did not affect her beauty.

Paired with her iconic Aegean, thick and black eyebrows, she looks very charming.

The MC of the Pankrasin gladiatorial event stood under the Olympic tree that Lan had visited a few days ago.

The marble flower bed built for this tree is four or five meters high, which is enough to serve as a podium at the same time.

Fresh orange and pink petals were waving in the air.

"The gods have favored our warriors!" The MC passionately preached to the audience, and the equally excited crowd cheered at the right time, "But, there will only be one winner!"

The MC extended his hand to the audience: "Grandson of Leonidas! Cassandra of Sparta!"

The confident, strong and beautiful woman walked up the marble steps on the purple carpet, a specialty of Illinois.

The sunlight shone through the olive leaves of the Olympic tree behind her, shining on her shiny and fit body, adding a sense of sacredness.

The olive branches taken from the branches of this tree, after being processed by the temple and the judges, have a texture that is almost like being made of gold.

“This is eternal glory!”

The MC shouted loudly while carefully placing the crown on Cassandra's head, causing the Aegean beauty to raise her arms in joy!

"what!"

The Spartans' laughter made it hard to tell whether it was a cheer or a war cry. Perhaps to the Spartans there was no difference between the two.

Cassandra looked at the crowd below, pausing on two people in particular.

And Lan En, who was also clapping, cheering, and whistling and having a great time, nodded in an unknown interaction with the Olympic champion on the stage.

His originally relaxed and playful expression remained unchanged, he just tilted his head slightly and moved closer to Triss next to him.

"Well, the game is over. We don't need our highly respected referee to continue his activities."

This is what Kaliyas is talking about.

If it weren't for the Olympic procedures that required a referee to observe Cassandra's competition, this exposed guy would have been caught in Alcibiades' suburban courtyard last night.

Triss naturally didn't care. She didn't have to work hard anyway. At most, she would just catch someone and read their minds. It was almost an instinct for a warlock.

Then Triss waved to Cassandra on the podium, and pushed Lan to run excitedly out of the crowd.

(End of this chapter)