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Chapter 674 What does it mean that battleships have stood up?
A barrage of spell bullets, like meteors, and a deluge of runic arrows, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, were the first to fall onto the battlefield.

Boom boom boom!

Amidst the continuous explosions, the ground trembled violently, and huge clouds of dust billowed across the battlefield. Thousands of fully armed Persian soldiers were either blown to pieces or nailed to the ground, and a thick stench of blood filled the air.

In an instant, the earth trembled.

Alexander, riding the [Divine Wheel], traversed the sand dunes, accompanied by streaks of purple lightning, and charged towards the heart of the Persian army from its weakest southeastern flank.

Behind him, a horde of heavily armored cavalrymen, each wielding a lance, surged forward like a vast, dark blue-black wave.

"Protect His Majesty! Protect His Majesty!"

Realizing the danger, the veteran Persian general shouted anxiously, trying to organize a defense and hold off the oncoming enemy army.

Upon hearing the order, tens of thousands of Persian soldiers, two teams of Persian elephant cavalry, and a motley crew of auxiliary troops instinctively gathered on the southeastern flank.

However, while the Persian Empire's regular army was large in number, the quality of its soldiers was poor. Without enough Immortals to form a rearguard and act as a stabilizing force, these ragtag troops suffered significant losses in combat effectiveness, organization, and fighting spirit.

Therefore, upon contact, the Persian army of tens of thousands was breached in just a few breaths.

The cavalrymen wielded their two-meter-long lances with mechanical precision, and the Persian army blocking their path fell like wheat under a sickle. One by one, Persian warriors were sent flying high into the air by the impact, only to be killed before they even hit the ground, their bones broken, their internal organs shattered.

Panic spread uncontrollably.

In reality, both the Black Fleet along the coast and the Roman Praetorian Guard charging head-on were decoys.

The aim was to force the Persians to withdraw as many of their main Undead forces as possible and to tie down this trump card that stabilized morale.

Then, Alexander would wait for the opportune moment to lead his cavalry to break through the Persian army's formation with overwhelming superiority and carry out a decapitation strike.

At that moment, the veteran Persian general in charge of command and coordination saw his cavalry charge toward Darius III's location with unstoppable momentum and realized this as well.

Despicable Romans!

He cursed under his breath, quickly drew his sword, and roared:

"Where are the sorcerers and priests? Quickly, stop these barbarians!"

Upon hearing the order, the mages in the camp hurriedly rubbed their magic lamps, squeezing out the last bit of magic power from their bodies to set up a defensive barrier, while the priests chanted divine incantations, barely managing to assemble an interception team composed of fire spirits Ifrit.

The war continues to this day, and the Persians still hold an absolute numerical advantage.

If we can hold off the advance of the Companion Cavalry and buy time for the Auxiliary Army to regroup and for the Undead to return to reinforce, the situation will turn around.

At that time, these isolated cavalry units will become lambs to the slaughter.

Ordinary human soldiers typically lack the means to eliminate fire spirits.

After finishing their incantations, the sorcerers and priests collapsed to the ground, gazing expectantly at the battlefield.

Ahead, the heatwave raged and flames roared.

One by one, Ifrits, carrying temperatures so high they could scorch mountains and boil seas, charged straight toward their cavalry companions.

Puff puff puff!

As the howling wind howled, the defensive line of hundreds of Ifrits was torn apart, and the sparks that drifted down with the wind were extinguished one by one.

The advance of tens of thousands of cavalrymen was not hindered in the slightest. As battle banners fluttered, the black bird totem tore through the scarlet sky, shields were strung together to form a silver city wall, and long spears stood like a forest pointing straight to the heavens.

Even more deadly, dazzling golden-red light patterns lit up one after another in the army, radiating a powerful deterrent force.

In an instant, the blood in the Persian sorcerers and priests turned ice-cold, and a chill ran from their tailbone all the way to the top of their heads.

Divinity, divine markings!

Hundreds of heroes with divine blood?

The generals in this cavalry unit are all heroes with divine blood? Are you kidding me?!
The Persians felt a strong sense of absurdity and their faces were filled with disbelief.

But it is true.

As a commander with exceptional personal charisma and a keen eye for talent, his army was filled with brilliant generals and outstanding individuals.
Ptolemy I: Founder of the Ptolemaic Dynasty of Egypt; built the Lighthouse of Pharos, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, and the most famous library, the Library of Alexandria;
Seleucus I: He had extensive experience in naval warfare and was the founder of the Seleucid Empire.
Hephaestion: Alexander's close friend and most trusted confidant, and one of the co-commanders of the Companion Cavalry.
Omenis: Royal scribe, proficient in ancient scripts, founder of the Silver Shield Legion, possessing considerable magic and martial arts skills;

Boros: A wanderer from a foreign land, he claims to be a prince from the Punjab region of ancient India who has been stranded here...

Among them were military geniuses, magicians, sages, great rulers, and the founding kings of later dynasties; almost every one of them was an outstanding figure in human history.

In fact, the elite status of the Companion Cavalry went far beyond that.

Their soldiers were of extremely high quality, mostly from noble families in various Greek city-states, and had received a systematic education.
Those who stand out in the competition and become mid- to low-level commanders often have divine blood flowing through their veins and possess the qualities to become divine heroes.

It was because of this powerful personal army that Alexander dared to raid Thebes, which was protected by the gods, with his mortal body.

Even though they were eventually punished, the fact that the gods intervened personally is enough to prove just how elite he and his cavalry were.

Of course, the reason he was able to recruit so many excellent soldiers was due to his status as the son of Zeus, and the two kidneys of his dead father.

Without this Heavenly Father’s tireless sowing over millions of years, coupled with the certain trend he set up, where would Greece have gotten so many high-quality divine offspring?
"Gentlemen, glory is within reach, conquest is within reach! Charge!"

Alexander drew his sword and shouted, and his cavalrymen behind him echoed in unison.

The two forces converged into a devastating torrent, heading straight for Darius III atop the war elephant.

Wherever they went, people and horses fell, and countless people were killed or injured.

However, faced with this unstoppable advance, Darius III showed no intention of backing down; instead, his face revealed a hint of disdain and arrogance.

As they drew closer, Alexander's heart began to pound inexplicably, and a sense of foreboding began to brew within him.

"Let's stop here, everyone."

A cold, stern voice came from the Persian army ranks; though somewhat low, it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

At the same time, a figure emerged from behind Darius III.

His tall figure was clad in dazzling golden armor, his snow-white hair cascading over his shoulders, and a golden sun mark on his forehead shimmering with divine light, making him appear as solemn as a deity. His amber eyes were forever calm as an ancient well, yet contained a sharpness that could see through all hypocrisy.

He held a long spear shaped like the sun in his hand, its shaft wreathed in ominous flames, and the sparks dripping from its tip melted the sand into glass.

A golden sun slowly rose into the sky, radiating a high temperature that distorted the very fabric of space.

"Remember my name, Karna..."

In mid-air, the white-haired youth in golden armor announced his name to the dying men before him, demonstrating his final mercy.

Immediately, he thrust his spear forward, unleashing a golden-red aura that swept down, the blazing flames carving a dazzling path of light as they crashed heavily into the charging cavalry.

A deity? The Persian army actually had such a trump card hidden within them?
not good!

Alexander was horrified. He immediately accelerated the [Divine Wheel] beneath him, leaving his cavalry companions behind, and charged alone into the golden flames falling from the sky.

"boom!"

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a crater a hundred meters in diameter appeared on the battlefield, surrounded by unburnt corpses and armor fragments, the acrid smell of burnt protein filling the air. At the edge of the crater, Alexander staggered to his feet, his armor burned away, his skin a deep red, and his short sword melted in his hand.

"Cough cough~~"

With a violent cough, golden blood seeped from his pores, forming a thin protective layer to counteract the intense heat that would be deadly to ordinary people.

His original divine wheel and two flying thunder oxen had long since vanished without a trace.

Just now, if it weren't for this divine artifact blocking most of the impact for him, he probably would have died on the spot.

They actually survived?

Karna, who was in mid-air, was equally surprised.

He comes from the Indian pantheon, is the son of the sun god Surya, and is the protagonist of the Mahabharata, one of the two great epics of India. Although he has the blood of a demigod, he possesses godlike power.

In terms of status, he is probably only slightly lower than the "Hero Kings" of various divine eras.

He thought that with a single blow, the nameless boy in front of him and the army of mortals behind him would be reduced to ashes.

Unexpectedly, the other party blocked his attack.

A hint of appreciation appeared on Karna's face, and he asked in a deep voice:

"You're very good. What's your name?"

“Alexander!” Alexander answered proudly.

"Good, I remember it."

Karna nodded, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

In fact, his appearance in the Persian army camp as a hero of the Indian pantheon was merely an accident.

Not long ago, Darius III, in order to establish merit and gain the favor of the gods, accepted the task of expanding outwards from the Persian pantheon.

Knowing his own limitations to some extent, he not only recruited a large number of people, but also spent a considerable sum to purchase a batch of Vimana light boats from the Indian pantheon.

The seller was none other than King Panda, the ruler of the Kingdom of Kuru, and Karna's stepfather.

To ensure the safe arrival of these important supplies and to cultivate good relations with the Persian royal family represented by Darius III, the formidable Karna became the escort for these Vimana light boats.

While Darius III was not a competent commander, he was a kind and gentle ruler who treated capable people with great respect.

As a result, Karna was naturally persuaded to stay in the Persian army camp.

Darius III, being quite sensible, never forced Karna to intervene.

However, Karna had received considerable favor from the Persian crown prince, and with Persia and India already forming an alliance, it was impossible for him to stand idly by given the circumstances.

— Meeting me is just bad luck for you.

Karna suppressed his distracting thoughts, slowly raised the golden spear in his hand, and prepared to completely annihilate the army that posed a threat to the Persian Empire.

However, before he could make a move, a golden-red light band with a diameter of about a hundred meters swept across the sky and struck him with lightning speed, blasting him into a distant mountain peak.

"Talos, sword and shield of the empire, awaken!"

On the sea, many scholars gritted their teeth and decisively activated the magic circle in the center of the black warship.

Instantly, the three black metal warships carrying the scholars twisted and turned, transforming into humanoid shapes and standing like giant mountains in the surging sea.

They are hundreds of meters tall, with golden array patterns shimmering on every joint, and are cast entirely from a mixture of bronze and ores.

If Lorne were here, he would recognize these things at a glance.

—Talos, the bronze giant.

The prototype of the Bronze Clan, whose strength is second only to the Twelve Machine Gods among many metal creations.

During the great battle between Atlantis and Crete, King Minos used this bronze giant to hold off an entire deep-sea fleet.

As time passed, the Mech Gods came under Lorne's command.

The blueprints for the bronze giant Talos eventually fell into the hands of the Mech Gods and were mass-produced.

The three bronze giants before us, capable of transforming autonomously and freely switching between warships and vanguards, are the latest research findings of scholars and the Roman Pantheon.

"Gods aren't so easily killed, keep the saturation bombardment going!"

"—Order confirmed, proceed with the annihilation operation!"

A cold, austere response came from the nearshore waters, echoing around like rolling thunder.

The three bronze giants gazed at the mountain that buried Karna, slowly opening their arms. Thousands of dense, light-like patterns lit up one after another on their bronze shells, overlapping and resonating with each other.

Buzz buzz!

Twelve halos of varying sizes were successively constructed on the bronze giant's arms, legs, head, neck, back, and chest.

Immediately, the light-shaped ring, resembling a gun emplacement, automatically completed target acquisition and focusing.

"—Spiritual particle convergence, divine power reload!"

The mechanical sound echoed once more, and the twelve halos that appeared on the bronze giant reversed and began to draw in.

Instantly, the spiritual particles in the earth's veins and the ether in the air condensed into a magical tide that seemed to be a tangible entity, flowing madly towards the three bronze giants like a river rushing into the sea.

In a short instant, the veins beneath the bronze surface, resembling human blood vessels, were filled with a concentrated spiritual liquid formed from magical factors.

The surging [divine golden blood] flowed towards the chest cavity of the bronze giant, which served as its heart, and under the combined modulation and focus of the twelve light wheels, it finally transformed into an extremely dazzling stream of light that shot out.

—Ling Liquid Cannon, fire!
In an instant, hundreds of colorful beams of light stretched across the vast sea, bombarding the mountain peak incessantly.

With explosions and roars coming one after another, the entire mountain was flattened, and dark red lava flowed everywhere.

Even so, scholars who knew the terror of the gods dared not relax in the slightest:

"Continue suppressive fire, prepare for landing operation!"

The three bronze giants understood each other perfectly. They unleashed a barrage of firepower on the area that had been turned into a deep pit, giving Karna no chance to react, while they climbed onto the shore and trudged heavily toward the Persian camp.

Just as the distance between the two sides was closing, two streaks of light, one gold and one black, flew out from the Persian camp and swept across the sky with lightning speed.

Before the bronze giant could even react, it exploded instantly, turning into a shower of metal shavings.

The scholars' pupils contracted, and they all looked up at the two figures above the Persian camp, one enveloped in lightning and the other in flames, their expressions changing drastically.

God!

Not one, but three!

(End of this chapter)