The Clamoring Hydra

"Cut, I knew that the guy of Zeus would never let us go easily!"

With a strong disdain in the corner of his mouth, Kuchurin waved his lance and flew the arrows.

In fairness, in order to prevent a strong fighting force from joining the place, Zeus sent chasers to chase down and kill this kind of thing. But everything is afraid of comparison. You know, when the Celtics first came to Greece, they appeared on Spartan territory. But even so, Hydera did not stop at all, and even gave enough food to the road. And now, by contrast, Kuchulin is hard to even feel uncomfortable.

A group of people with a stubborn manner and continuous fighting and long battles made their faces unable to bear the band and a little tiredness. This was when the incident happened suddenly, and the migration began without waiting for the Olympus theocracy to react. Perhaps even Zeus hadn't thought that the reason why the Celtics completely gave up on him was just because of a sad Ningfu who was forced to become pregnant...

"But soon, the master craftsman has blocked the few gods who have chased them. After a while, we should go to the territory of Sparta..."

While Kuchurin was still talking, he hadn't even waited for the voice to fall. Suddenly, what he felt felt, his eyes suddenly startled. Waiting for the side Kratos to ask something, his burgundy eyes suddenly jumped sharply. A pair of dark vertical eyes is full of vigilance, and that feeling seems to be a beast who has felt a huge crisis-and this is indeed the case.

In the distance, from the direction of Mount Olympus, it was thick black, like a surging wave. The violent death is like the apocalypse plague that harvests life in the mythology of God.

What appeared in the dense black mist was a dark man. He was wearing a black gown with black light armor on the outside. The hairline is slightly higher and has nothing to do with the three-dimensional, but there is a hint of shady faintness.

"It's Hades!" Kuchurin said solemnly: "This is not a simple guy..."

Before Kuchurin's words fell, looking at the violent black air, King Arthur Altolia on the side turned and dismounted, holding the holy sword, taking three steps and making two steps, even when facing far stronger than himself There was no fear in Hades’ eyes.

Pulling out the holy sword in his hand, looking at the surging death air that was rushing towards everyone, he raised his sword high in the hand-the elven rune inscribed by the fairy of the lake in the sun Shining a strange glow. This glow attracted everyone's attention almost instantly, and even Kratos on the side couldn't help but set his eyes on the even weaker, heroic female knight. Figure.

"Strong enemies are present, fearless, fearless, loyal, unshakable, honest, honest, and unyielding, protecting the weak, not against the heavens!"

Altolia may have just begun, because when she said the first four words, her round table knights began to sing together-they were set when they were knights. oath.

With the oath he once made, Kratos could clearly feel that it originated from the Knights of the Round Table, the Knights of the Red Branch (the knighthood where Kuchulin was located), and even said that every Celtic present on the scene, every A warrior. All their obsession with justice poured out into Altolia's body, Altolia's sword.

"My name, Altolia Pendragon! I declare here that my real name is liberated! This is a testimony of our "knight" oath—"

"Iwillbekindtotheweak. (I swear to treat the weak)"

"Iwillbebraveagainstthestrong. (I swear bravely to fight against rape)"

"Iwillfightallwhodowrong. (I swear against all mistakes)"

"Iwillfightforthosewhocannotfight. (I swear to fight for the defenseless)"

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(It’s hard to find Celtic, just watch it... Pinyin and punctuation are not counted.)

With the whispers of the knights around here, Altolia's eyes were solemn and he stepped out. The violent etheric energy radiated out to the surroundings. Affected by the etheric energy, the lush grassland was like a hurricane. Low discount.

"Sword of Victory! (excalibur)"

Light is rushing, light is roaring. The noble wills of the knights turned into pure power, just like a miniature field, transforming all the spirit into surging energy.

Under the scouring of the light, the grass on the ground separated to the two sides, and the dying breath of the Netherworld quickly melted like summer ice and snow.

But just under this ray of light, there was a figure suddenly flashing in the center of the ray of light, reaching out the palm, accompanied by cloudy black clouds or dead air, a calm and indifferent voice was cast over The scouring of light has spread into everyone's ears.

"Kocutos, the river of sighs."

As the sound fell, Hades' space began to fluctuate violently. The deep sorrow turned into tears, forming a river, and the death air mixed with the underworld began to erode the light.

Not relying on the power of the holy sword in his hand, Altolia’s own power is always there, facing a main **** who has begun to show his original power, even if there is no power from the main god, it is just a critical upper **** The power is not something they can resist.

Mercedes-Benz's optical flow is being eroded at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and even so, Altolia has no fear or retreat. Even under this pressure, she went further. His eyes are full of firmness-as long as he can persevere, even if it is just one more second, then many people will laugh!

Hades is a sentimental person. Even as an enemy, he cannot deny that Altolia is noble as a warrior or what he calls the so-called "knight". But this respect does not mean that Hades will be soft.

"For the sake of my family, I must not let you join Sparta!"

Speaking firmly, Hades slowly pulled out a slender, double-stranded long fork composed entirely of Hell Rock from the dark mist.

Standing above the waves formed by the turbid river, Hades rushed towards Altolia against the rushing light flow, drawing endless lifeless air.

Cut off the light, Hades waved the long fork in his hand. Faced with the attack of the Lord God, Altolia, full of death spirits, also waved his holy sword.

And at this moment, mixed with the sound of the wind, the size of one head was incredibly large, and the dragon's body suddenly fell from the sky, or it was smashed.

Mixed in the smoke from the dragon's body, a bald scholar wearing a white robe and wearing a laurel wreath slowly walked out with a smile.

"In Sparta, only the law can execute a person."