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Chapter 673 Handsome? Brain Replacement

Faced with a large group of [wide-area annihilation weapons] that suddenly emerged from the sea, and a dense firepower network comparable to the Grim Reaper's scythe, the Vimana fleet, caught off guard, had one-third of its fleet destroyed in an instant.

But the dazzling flames and deafening roar successfully snapped the remaining Indian soldiers out of their shock.

Under the threat of death, they could no longer maintain their "peaceful" national character, frantically activating the defensive spell of Vimana's [Shining Ark] while simultaneously launching a counterattack against the swarms of silver-white spherical metal flying machines around them.

Golden ring-shaped arrays lit up beneath the wings of the Vimana Lightship, converging into hundreds of high-energy magic beams that shot towards the [Wide-Area Annihilation Weapon] created by the Atlantis civilization.

Dozens of [wide-area annihilation weapons] that were unable to dodge were hit and instantly exploded, turning into dazzling fireballs.

Seeing this, the Indian drivers on the Vimana of Light couldn't help but cheer excitedly.

Haha, it works!

These damned barbarian bastards, taste the power of the Light of Surya!
Surya, the sun god, is one of the six guardian deities of Hinduism.

In the Hindu pantheon, he inspired mortal understanding, commanded wind and rain, and controlled all things in motion and stillness, even other gods. He himself operated according to fixed laws and bound the heavens and earth to perpetual stability.

Therefore, he is also known as the "divine giver of vitality," who can endow all things with life and magic.

The reason why the Vimana Light Boat can soar through the sky, possesses kinetic energy that transcends the laws of physics, and absorbs magic from the air and converts it into a high-energy magic beam for emission is because the blessing inscription of the sun god Surya is incorporated into its frame.

"Keep going, shoot all these damn things down!"

"And their fleet!"

Dozens of Indian drivers shouted to each other through the resonance spell on the Vimana of Light, eager to see the enemy positions turn into a sea of ​​fire under their bombardment.

However, what they didn't know was:
These spherical [wide-area annihilation weapons] were merely the lowest-level and most basic guards in the original Atlantis arsenal.

Moreover, it's a counterfeit that's less powerful than the original...

At this moment, seeing the enemy's Vimana Lightship fleet barely break through the first line of defense formed by [Wide-Area Annihilation Weapons] after suffering nearly half its casualties, the scholars on deck revealed a disdainful sneer:

"Light? The radiance of the gods may not be as dazzling as the light of human wisdom. Let these Indian monkeys broaden their horizons!"

As the scholars waved forward, tower-like special devices rose from the fleet deck.

—It is a huge, columnar, glassy substance with a hexagonal cross-section. The center of the building is inlaid with a magnetic stone engraved with intricate incantations, which can absorb etheric factors from sunlight and air and transform them into a high-purity energy beam.

The Prism Tower, that's what the archaeologists at the Academy of Athens call it.

Legend has it that the ancient Atlanteans not only possessed a civilization that developed light into a source of energy, but also had technology that enabled human regeneration and eternal youth.

These unique tower-like structures located in the center of the Atlantis continent can concentrate and amplify light energy, spreading it to the world as an intense, blinding light.

Of course, they can sometimes be used as weapons!

"Runic incantation activated, magic chain circuit functioning normally!"

"Autonomous target acquisition complete, firing range confirmed, target confirmed!"

"Restriction lifted, spirit particles gathered!"

"--emission!"

In an instant, streaks of dazzling light shot out from the [Prism Tower], whistling as they leaped across the sea.

The azure seawater boiled violently, like a large piece of jade being broken into fragments, and wherever the light streaked, it formed bottomless trenches.

Before they could react, the Vimana formation in the sky was engulfed by hundreds of beams of light emitted from the Prism Tower.

"Boom boom boom!"

With a deafening roar, the sky burst forth with blinding five-colored aurora, and one after another Vimana light boats exploded, turning into fireballs.

Then, the light continued its relentless march, like sharp, radiant swords, crashing down on the Persian army's camp.

In an instant, the earth shook and mountains trembled, and thick smoke billowed straight up.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the entire Chiricia Plain was split in two. Dark red magma, formed from the melting of countless rocks and soil, flowed wildly in the deep trenches plowed out by the light band, and thousands of charred corpses, twisted and miserable in their postures, submitted to the magma.

"Gulu~"

Darius III, standing on the gentle slope, swallowed hard, his face turning pale.

Almost.

He was almost blasted to a crisp by those sea creatures.

Fear gripped his mind, and Darius III immediately activated the Resonance Spell, almost shouting the command:

"Listen up! I don't care what methods you use, destroy that black fleet at sea immediately! Otherwise, you will all face the punishment of the sacred fire!"

On the sea, the Indian drivers who had survived the ordeal had no time to feel relieved before they heard these words and turned pale with fright.

The punishment of burning the sacred fire? It's better to just die on the battlefield!
Fight!

Several Indian drivers gritted their teeth and braced themselves to pilot the remaining seven Vimana Light Boats toward the mysterious and terrifying black fleet on the sea ahead.

At the same time, the Persian army on the plains also moved.

The Meteor Legion, composed of Persian archers, changed direction and unleashed a rain of arrows like meteors onto the sea.

The sorcerers chanted incantations, frantically squeezing out the little magic power left in their bodies, and commanded the genies in the lamps to control the sea beasts and launch an attack.
The priests chanted divine incantations, using the blazing sacred fire as a medium to summon an army of fire spirits called Ifrit;

In order to completely eliminate the threat at sea, Darius III even dispatched his personal guards—the Undead—to lead their auxiliary troops in harassing the enemy from the ground.

鏉ヤ 钖楋纻
Watching the main force of the Persian army advancing by land, sea, and air, the Roman scholars on the deck nodded in unison and solemnly ordered the guards beside them:

"Open the hatch and release everything usable; we must hold them off!"

A moment later, a series of ear-piercing scraping sounds of metal twisting and turning came from inside the black fleet.

The bronze-forged Atlantis mechs, the orogenic bronze-forged Olympian guards, the spherical wide-area annihilation weapons, and the beast-shaped autonomous defense puppets... were all awakened from their dormancy.

They either went aboard the deck, operating ship cannons and prism towers to weave a dense network of fire; or they used levitation spells to fight against the incoming Vimana fleet and the army of fire spirits; or they landed on the shallows and fought with the vast Persian soldiers.

In an instant, aircraft exploded in the sky, the ground reeked of blood, and magical beams rained down from the sea, making the battle extremely intense.

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At this very moment, on another battlefield that has been almost forgotten.

Caesar rose from behind the ruined low wall, a sinister smile spreading across his face:
"It's our turn, everyone!"

Roman soldiers sprang up from all directions like mushrooms after rain, their faces filled with unyielding arrogance.

The accompanying priests and priests also drew their cursed knives without hesitation, cut their palms, and used their blood as a medium to activate the spell:
"By the God of War Mars, your flesh and blood are indestructible, your blade is invincible!" Instantly, the divine words transformed into a blood-red mist that spread around the low hill and flowed into the soldiers' bodies.

The previously somewhat listless Roman soldiers seemed to have taken a tonic, their spirits revitalized, their muscle strength and magical energy circulation rapidly increased, and their unbridled fighting spirit gathered wildly, forming a bloody aura that soared into the sky.

As the priests and shamans' chanting, which suppressed their rage and murderous intent, drew to a close, the Roman soldiers skillfully formed ranks and gave the Persian camp ahead a sinister smirk.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Sharp, piercing sounds echoed through the air as soldiers brandished their blessed weapons, mercilessly targeting the Persian spellcasters who posed the greatest threat in the camp.

In an instant, javelins flew in like walls and forests, sweeping across and covering everything, while arrows rained down in dense clusters, penetrating every crevice.

Because of the emptiness inside, the spellcasters who were usually surrounded by admirers have lost the protection they deserve.

They were impaled by the falling javelins and arrows, falling miserably from the flying carpet and crashing to the ground, turning into puddles of flesh.

Even if a sorcerer sensed the danger and diverted some of the light from the magic lamp in an attempt to protect himself, it was to no avail.

Because the Roman soldiers who launched this attack were all blessed by the god of war, Mars.

Although this military genius wasn't very bright, being blessed by him had severe side effects.

But this is a critical moment, and we can't worry about that now.

Of course, the results were also very significant.

In just three waves of attacks, thousands of precious Persian spellcasters were killed.

The rest were terrified and hurriedly tried to escape the shadow of death by riding their flying carpets.

At the same time, a sharp whistling sound came from the sky.

Red and black spell bullets and magical beams bombarded the Persian army's flanks relentlessly, tearing up pieces of severed limbs.

Upon seeing this, Caesar immediately raised his hand and waved:
"All troops, attack!"

The Roman legions, already assembled, launched a charge from their superior position, stabbing the exposed, vulnerable Persians in the back.

Whether it was due to the blessing of the god of war or the accumulation of too much anger, the Roman soldiers were exceptionally brave.

Using the extended artillery fire, they inserted themselves into the gaps in the Persian army's lines in a wedge formation.

With each clash, the wounds in the Persian army's formation widened, and the chaos intensified.

The Roman soldiers fought with increasing ferocity, like wolves and tigers penetrating deep into the heart of the Persian army, heading straight for Darius III, who sat atop a war elephant.

In an instant, the shortcomings of the ordinary Persian soldiers in terms of insufficient combat power and lack of fighting spirit were exposed. Chaos spread like ripples, quickly affecting nearly half of the army.

But just as they were about to penetrate the enemy's heartland, an army of about two thousand men, dressed in black armor and wielding curved swords and round shields, actually went against the fleeing soldiers and went upstream.

Thousands of icy arcs of light slashed down in unison, tearing through the air with howling cries of ghosts and wolves. Where the chill passed, blood splattered, and the fleeing soldiers and the Roman soldiers charging into the formation with their shields were neatly split in two.

The blade dipped towards the ground, and drops of blood slid down from the tip of the scimitar, forming an eerie scarlet stain.

In just one engagement, the Roman legion lost an elite centurion.

The Persian soldiers on the other side suffered only a handful of casualties.

As for the wounded, even if their arms were severed or their abdomens were pierced by arrows, they could still casually reattach the severed arm to the wound and let the flesh grow back, or pull out the arrows from their abdomens and continue fighting.

The eerie glow of their silver masks and the chilling, emotionless look in their eyes sent shivers down the spines of their opponents.

—The Undying Army!

Despite the chaos, they still managed to gather more than two thousand people.

The man is right, the Persian Empire's resources and mobilization capabilities are indeed terrifying!
Caesar gazed at the black tide that stood like a high wall before him, and at Darius III a hundred meters away. He gritted his teeth, drew his short sword, and roared:
"Long live the Empire! Long live Rome! Praetorian Guard, charge with me!"

Immediately, thousands of Roman samurai, clad in golden armor, followed Caesar and charged towards the Persian Immortals.

Swing your sword and slash!

Draw your spear and thrust!

The two sides' most elite soldiers, like emotionless machines, mechanically and precisely repeated this monotonous yet practical action.

The gleaming weapons, stretching as far as the eye could see, were like layers of surging waves, swallowing up one life after another.

Soon, the front lines between the two armies resembled a slaughterhouse, littered with severed limbs and scattered organs, and casualties on both sides surged.

Despite Caesar's repeated attacks by the Roman legions, these black monsters, riddled with wounds, severed limbs, and disemboweled, stubbornly held their line and withstood the enemy's penetration and division.

These sons of bitches are an immortal army!
Caesar stared at the group of black phantoms, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, cursing under his breath.

There's no chance left, we can't delay any longer!

Caesar waved his hand dejectedly, signaling his troops to retreat, his eyes filled with resentment but also helplessness.

If it were just these spineless Persian soldiers, even if tens of thousands more came, they would only be lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

However, in the Age of Gods, the gap between mortals and divine offspring was difficult to bridge with numbers; a mere two thousand undead soldiers were enough to prevent them from advancing.

“Woo—woo!”

As the mournful sound of horns rang out, the Roman legions, having received their orders, assembled, formed shields, and retreated in an orderly fashion.

Want to leave? Not so easy!

As time went on, the Persian army's previously breached flanks were regrouped under the leadership of an old Persian general.

After stabilizing the royal court, the veteran general, seeing signs that the Roman legions were about to withdraw, sneered and, in coordination with the main force, flanked them from both sides, intending to surround and devour the intruding Roman legions.

However, upon seeing this, Caesar revealed a treacherous smile.

Finally got fooled.

Rome wasn't just about infantry!

"My father, Zeus, ravage this land, rule this land!"

With a rough shout and a cloud of dust rising high, two Roman cavalry units of several thousand men charged out from behind the hill like two scimitars, piercing the Persian army's flanks with lightning speed. The Persian soldiers, who had just completed their assembly and maneuver, were thrown to the ground and their cries of agony filled the air before they could even turn around.

Alexander and his cavalrymen made their move!

(End of this chapter)