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Chapter 174 If you have the ability to speak up, Ares! (4.7k)

Cyprus.

A thin, silver-haired young man stumbled and ran quickly in the dense forest, holding a bag in his arms.

Severe scratches on his arms and thighs, a forehead oozing with blood, and a sharp bronze arrow pierced through his left shoulder blade... All these signs showed that he was on the run from a hunt.

"Escape? Can you escape?"

There was a gloomy snort, and a middle-aged man with messy red hair and a red beard, wearing a Thracian-style green robe and skirt, carrying a wooden spear, followed slowly behind the silver-haired boy. , had no intention of ending the chase in a hurry, and seemed to be simply enjoying the process of hunting and killing.

Seeing the pursuer behind him approaching again, the fleeing silver-haired boy, or the future god of medicine, Asclepius, gritted his teeth and reached into his bag, took out two pottery bottles, and threw them hard behind him.

The red-haired middle-aged man raised his hand and touched his cheek. His eyes were covered with a cloth, and there was faint smelly black blood seeping out. He waved the wooden spear with a grin.

Little bastard, you've used this trick before!

Bloody light streaks shot forward, smashing two flying pottery bottles into pieces.

At the same time, scarlet divine power filled the air, burning fiercely like a flame in an instant, completely burning away the fragments of the pottery bottle and the flying powder in it.

Seeing his last resort of self-preservation being easily resolved, Asclepius, who had already lost a lot of blood, turned even paler, and a ray of despair rose in his heart.

Originally, he only accepted the invitation of Prince Adonis of Cyprus to diagnose and treat hidden diseases.

But who would have thought that after Adonis was healed and sent out of the city, he would actually bump into a madman.

After this guy learned that he was the doctor who cured Adonis, he chased him with a spear without saying a word.

Although he took advantage of his unpreparedness and used a temporary poisonous potion to seriously injure his eyes.

But this not only failed to make him retreat, but instead aroused the ferocity and violence in his heart. He continued the chase game with a cat-and-mouse mentality, forcing the injured Asclepius to flee continuously. .

And once the prey resists, the perverted expression behind him becomes more excited and his attacks become more cruel.

Asclepius had dozens of wounds, large and small, left by the pervert behind him.

If he hadn't been an excellent doctor and could heal himself, he might not have been able to last long before the divine blood in his body would have dried up and he would have been consumed in a cruel way.

But even so, Asclepius was reaching his limit.

Not only were the potions and divine power in his body exhausted, but his physical energy and mental will were also on the verge of collapse.

Realizing that it would not be long before he would die in humiliation on this short-lived escape road, Asclepius gritted his steel teeth and stood up abruptly, turning back.

Fight with him!

However, seeing the weak prey dare to turn around and show its claws to him, the red-haired man suddenly showed displeasure and struck the wooden spear in his hand against the ground.

"Run! Little bastard, run for me!"

The scarlet divine power spurted forward at the red-haired man's cold snort, grazing Asclepius's cheeks, arms and hair, leaving terrifying deep pits all around.

But even so, Asclepius in front remained unmoved. Instead, he pulled out the cane with only half left on his waist and assumed a decisive stance.

Seeing this situation, the red-haired man suddenly lost interest. His bleeding eyes under the cloth looked at the prey in front of him, with a trace of cruelty flashing through him.

"Want to die? Then I will help you!"

Amidst the gloomy cold drink, the red-haired man swung his arm and threw the spear made of palm wood forward, like a red meteor, tearing apart the space and falling towards Asclepius.

Feeling the violent and surging divine power coming towards him, Asclepius, who was almost suffocated, suddenly understood how ridiculous the desperate fight he imagined was.

The gap between the two sides is astonishing.

Once the man stopped teasing, he couldn't even block the opponent's blow.

As the dazzling scarlet color quickly filled his field of vision, Asclepius closed his eyes weakly.

However, after waiting for a few breaths, the expected pain and death did not come as promised.

Instead, a warm arm patted his shoulder.

"Boy, how long are you going to stay dumbfounded? Why don't you leave?"

The old voice echoed in his ears, and Asclepius subconsciously opened his eyes and followed the sound.

Suddenly, he saw a two-meter-tall blind old man with long silver-gray hair. He was holding the scarlet spear that shot out with his right hand high, his muscles bulging and his body gushing. The golden divine power is constantly consuming the divinity on the scarlet spear.

——Homer?

Seeing the blind old man's exaggerated muscles as if cast from steel, and the majestic divinity bursting out of him, Asclepius couldn't help but be stunned.

——This is... a poet?

"Haha, I just happened to be bored, and here comes another one who wants to die!"

At this time, seeing someone successfully blocking his spear, the red-haired man smiled instead of angry. The blood in his body became richer and more violent. He immediately turned into a scarlet blood shadow with a burst of air and rushed forward. .

Seeing this situation, the blind old man's heart was frightened. Without thinking, he immediately kicked his body behind him. With his free left hand, he quickly drew a series of Hermes words in the direction of Asclepius' fall.

“Go to Athens and don’t look back!”

With a deep and violent shout, the last line of Hermes was outlined, and the magic circle was activated instantly. As the brilliance circulated, Asclepius, who fell into it, was transferred dozens of miles away.

Sensing that the aura did not approach the battlefield again, the blind poet Homer, or rather Lorne, who came to the rescue wearing a vest, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Phew, I finally listened to the advice.

At the same time, without any worries, he did not hesitate to throw away the spear whose divinity had been consumed by him. He transformed his hands into fists and struck forward with all his strength. He collided heavily with the bloody figure who rushed forward. Together.

"boom!"

Thunderous explosions exploded in the air, forming horrifying layers of sonic booms. The surrounding ground was instantly cut dozens of meters away by the powerful impact, and smoke and dust filled the air.

"Moo!"

Immediately afterwards, with the dull roar of a bull, the blood-red figure was thrown out like a shell.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After the red-haired man wrapped in blood knocked down dozens of giant trees one after another, he released his remaining strength and stood still among the flying sawdust.

"Not bad, not bad, I finally met a character worth taking action on!"

Amidst the excited laughter, the man raised his head and stared directly at the burly old man in front of him and the shadow of the [Bull] that appeared behind him with his eyes covered with cloth. A rare trace of solemnity appeared on his face. .

"You are qualified to know my king's name. I am the King of Thrace - Lycurgus!"

Hearing the other party announce his family name, Lorne looked at the red-haired man in front of him who claimed to be the King of Thracia and his iconic war divinity, and secretly shook his head at this man's honest lying skills.

In Greek mythology, the ancestor of the Thracians was Theax, the son of Ares, the god of war. It is said that he was the first to move to that area.

Due to his martial prowess, Ares is the most important main god of the Thracians. It is a symbol of their unique culture and belief. There is even a theory that this god of war originated from Thracian.

The kings of Thrace throughout the ages claimed to be the King of the Sun and the one blessed by Ares, the god of war.

As for the Lycurgus in front of him, he was the legendary last Thracian Sun King.

Described in Homer as the son of Boreas, the god of the north wind. Described in Herodotus's Histories as descendants of Ares. Lycurgus is burdened with confusing multiple legends, and no one knows the truth, but no matter what, he is truly divine.

After that, the grand dynasty of Dionysus was established, the priests and sects changed their ways, and the glory of the ancient gods passed away.

After that, the rebels ascended the royal steps, extinguishing the last remaining flames of the god of war, and Thrace was enveloped in carnival ever since.

Yes, he and Lycurgus were destined enemies.

According to legend, when Dionysus, the god of wine, wanted to pass through Thrace, he was rejected by Lycurgus and launched a surprise attack on Dionysus and his followers at night. He rushed into the mountains and forests of Nysaum and attacked and killed the mad women who were followers of Dionysus.

It was a great victory, no doubt - so much so that Dionysus turned into a bull and fled, being driven into the sea.

Haha, how could Dionysus, who was already one of the twelve main gods at that time, be forced to this extent? How could he be just a mere city-builder king?

I am afraid that even if it is not the true form of that main god, it is still a human container that contains the consciousness of that main god.

So, you lie so badly, do you really think I don’t know who you are?

If you have the ability to speak on the big screen, Ares!

Lorne sternly reprimanded this shameless behavior in his heart while answering without changing his expression.

"Homer, a poet, I was just passing by..."

"..."

The King of Thracia opposite heard this and couldn't help but darken his face.

A poet? Still passing by? Are you a liar?

Looking at the blind old man in front of him who was obviously telling lies, Ares, who was on the trumpet, was too lazy to talk nonsense. He snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab the wooden spear that fell aside, and took it into his palm. Then he ignited the bloody divine flame on his body and pointed towards it. He shot away at the opponent who made him happy.

Instantly, the surrounding temperature rose sharply.

The air is burning, the world is burning!

Everything he could see was hot and scarlet, and Lorne seemed to be in a world that was being destroyed.

The holy tree of Bendis is also a branch of the World Tree [Big Palm] in Thracian mythology. After Thrace was conquered and assimilated by the Greek gods, Ares, who occupied that land, made it into Throw the spear as your own weapon. The [Big Palm Wood] has disappeared without a trace. This throwing spear is the last remains of a dead world tree.

Feeling the pure will to destroy, Lorne immediately looked stern and manifested the shadow of [Bull] with all his strength. At the same time, he sang the divine words and activated his power to the extreme.

"I am the strongest one, and I hold all victory in my hands. No matter gods or evil beasts - I am the one who defeats all enemies in the face of their hostility. I will defeat any enemy who stands in my way! The one with the shining golden horn Bull, protect me!"

The phantom of the Cretan maze, like a fortress, rose up in front of Lorne, and together with the roar and collision of the [Bull], they jointly resisted the erosion from the dead world.

However, with a devastating roar, the [Maze] born on the earth only lasted for a moment before falling apart.

"puff!"

The next moment, the menacing blood-colored spear penetrated the [Bull]'s neck, making a tearing sound like a sharp blade piercing flesh.

"Moo~~"

The golden bull burst out with a cry and shattered into pieces.

As the subject, Lorn suddenly felt an overbearing force of violence and a will to annihilate life, writhing violently in his body. He felt as if he had been struck by thunder, and a wisp of golden-red blood spilled from his mouth. He was extremely shocked.

Damn, how could this happen? !

At this moment, before Lorne could think about it, a blood-red figure with rich fighting experience took the opportunity to suddenly come in, and the palm wrapped with blood-colored divine power fiercely grabbed his throat.

"boom!"

The thick palm passed through the air and smashed a huge tree into pieces.

Psychedelic?

Ares looked at the broken shadow in front of him and the vines entwined under his feet, frowning slightly, and the bloody divinity spurted out, instantly burning away the surrounding vines that brought a sense of intoxication and madness.

With the strong aroma of wine in the air, he rolled his eyes and glanced through the cloth at the figure trying to adjust his breath a hundred meters away, as well as the [Goat] emerging behind him, and grinned his lips excitedly.

Got you!

To be honest, he hated those flashy tricks the most.

As a warrior, you can only rely on your natural body, use pure speed and strength, and experience fist-to-flesh duels. If you win, you will stand, if you lose, you will fall. This is the most enjoyable thing!

"Are there any goats that can increase speed? Let's see how long you can escape!"

Ares curled his fingers to grasp it, took the wooden spear into his hand again, and rushed forward with a grin.

In the land of Thrace, he is not only the God of War, but also has the responsibility of the God of Hunting.

Similarly, hunting wild boars and killing wolves were also the tests that Thracian princes of all generations had to pass before inheriting the throne.

It is an ancient ritual and blessing inherited from Ares, the ancestor of the Thracian tribes and the god of war.

Demonstrate your bravery by killing wolves and wild boars, while also gaining concepts and power from them.

The so-called wolves and wild boars are not just simple beasts.

The "Wolf" is cunning and ferocious, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to take off the head of the Sun King.

"Wild Boar" is ignorant and crazy, born from dampness, has no scruples, and always maintains unspeakable madness.

What the Thracian prince is really hunting is the "black beast" that symbolizes these evil and crazy things. They may be pagan villains, possessed evil spirits, or savage monsters.

Defeat it and learn from it——

Wisdom is gained from cunning, decisiveness is tempered from ferocity, determination is learned from ignorance, and courage is bred from madness.

At this moment, Lycurgus, who was bent over by Ares, had extremely high resistance and restraint effects on the power and power derived from the concept of animal divinity.

In battle, he can peel off, filter, and purify these fragments that he regards as [evil and crazy things] bit by bit, and learn corresponding combat skills from them.

The cunning one's fragments turned into a storm of wisdom, surrounding him and blowing away the illusion.

The fragments of the fierce one turned into the thunder of determination, roaring in an instant, and the accumulation exploded.

The fragments of ignorance turned into the flames of determination, which burned with endless strength and healed the scars.

The fragments of the madman turned into the radiance of courage, illuminating me and dispelling the darkness.

Therefore, the true Thracian king, the true god of battle, cannot be "contaminated" by power. The only way to defeat him is a head-on confrontation.

At the same time, Lorne, who had seen where he was, looked at Ares who was not affected by [Madness] and rushed towards him. His heart sank and he looked at the ordinary spear in his hand with fear.

There's something wrong with that thing! You must not be touched by it!

Almost at the moment he made this decision, Lorne raised his right hand without hesitation and drew his fingers in front of him at high speed.

Hermes, linear divine patterns, Titanic words, primitive letters... and other sacred symbols that existed or appeared in the Greek Gods and possessed transcendent power appeared densely in front of him, like stars in the sky.

At this moment, he finally remembered another area in which he was good at.

——The great witch Circe was his enlightenment teacher;

——Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, is his extracurricular tutor;

——The goddess of magic Athena once served as his sparring partner;

——Mnemosyne, the goddess of knowledge and memory, personally baptized his spiritual thoughts,

——The nine Muses are his gods and vassals;

——He studied in the Temple of Memory and read almost all the occult knowledge in Greece...

Lorne looked at the warrior god who was charging straight towards him. He used the power of [Goat] without hesitation to distance himself, and at the same time waved forward, thinking humorously in his heart.

——Sorry, in addition to being a warrior, I am also a magician!

In an instant, densely packed divine patterns of all kinds shot forward like a meteor shower. Violent explosions and dazzling firelight instantly drowned the menacing figure.