Vol 2 Chapter 308: ·Strangle God

Under the attention of many people, the Spartan guard that had already been gaining momentum and the long-prepared Thebes Holy Army finally collided together.
Formed a battle front, in terms of the degree of solidarity, the army of Thebes is definitely not weaker than Sparta. Admittedly, relying on the leader module, Spartan soldiers can achieve iron-walled consistency. But there is one thing that cannot be denied, that is, the emotions inside the human being, which have great power. And this huge power comes from emotions. Coincidentally, the emotion that formed the Holy Army of Thebes was the power called love. Under this power, no matter how powerful the enemy is, it will become very small. It makes people exert 100%, even 200% of terrorist power.
In contrast, although the lower limit of the leader module is extremely high, the upper limit is also fixed. It is okay in the face of those miscellaneous enemies, but when faced with the army of Thebes, whether it is equipment, morale, or fighting spirit, it will show relative weakness.
But it is a pity that they are facing the Spartan Army. The only defeat was the failure given by Cronus as the main god. With the history behind this layer as a memorial, Spartan guards, but in terms of morale, the change will never be reduced... Each guard is selected through layers, joined as the strongest of the fighters Among groups. And the most basic training is the enemy in desperation.
And the battlefield like this is not a desperate situation at all!
"Start counterattack!"
The first in the hinterland, originally like the Sabre Squad, constantly destroying the formation of the Spartan battle formation, the Thebes had to choose to return to defense. At the moment the Holy Army of Thebes withdrew, the Spartan legion began to deliver messages layer by layer under the leadership of the leader module. In a moment, all the bottom soldiers of Sparta knew whether they should fight back now. Sparta's battle array, which was still a bit confusing at first, restored its original order in an instant.
Originally still awe-inspiring in the army formation, wantonly harvesting the life of the soldiers in the first place, the median deity had not even reacted, and found that he had been drowned in the sea of ​​layers. That feeling is like a huge whirlpool set off on the vast sea. And myself, is a ship in the middle of the vortex that is constantly broken by the violent currents and crowds.
Order was restored, and the Centaurs raised their hoofs again. The silver-white heavy lances left a glory in the air, leaving a rapid sound of horseshoes through the gap of the military formations and rushed to the Greek gods who are important for crowds and at any risk of being engulfed.
The knife flashed, slender, huge, and the rifle covered with fine serrations tore a piece of flesh from the god's body.
"Uh!!!!!!"
There was a painful roar, and the angry gods wanted to give this enemy who had no idea what to do. But it is a pity that the Spartan formation barely left him any way of life. If you look at it from above, you will find that the entire Spartan formation is like a vortex after another. The first and second rows are heavy shields, all hidden under heavy armor. There is no agility at all, and he simply pushes his defense to the limit. The third row is the spearmen, and the fourth row is the throwing soldiers holding the hook lock. Further out, there are layers of archers and spear throwers holding short spears.
Centaurs, lions and scorpions and other races continue to roam in the battle line, almost always in a state of acceleration, whenever the gods reveal the slightest flaws, just like the shark who smelled the blood, swarmed up, not Leave the slightest affection.
"Chainer! Throw!"
A first who was strangled and wounded all over his body wanted to ascend into the air and leave the battlefield. But it is a pity that his ideas are good, but the Spartan soldiers did not intend to let them go. The chainsman who was already preparing to run throws the chains full of fixation techniques, and uses the power of the neutral god. Although it can completely evade or even calm down by the breath, it is even in the sky. There is an army of Spartans.
The eagles and the eagles of the Eagle Hawk clan like bees gushing out of the wind and biting them away. And the neutral will naturally not sit back and watch the attack come. Along with the attack, one after another, the eagle eagle and the eagle body fairy turned into a mass of rotten feathers falling from the sky. But this did not affect their morale, and even said that after smelling the blood, their attack became more violent.
Hold the knocked down hook with claws or mouth, and then throw it at the again. When the flocks of falcons scrambled away, the body of the was already covered with various bloodstains. Some of these bloodstains are his, and some are those of the Hawks.
And after those hook locks were fixed, those chain hands began to exert force. With their power alone, it is obviously impossible to drag a neutral god. But what if the power of the entire battle front is added?
The energy of all soldiers was injected into those chain hands through the battle formation like a vortex. The violent force has even exceeded the limit of their physical body, the internal organs are constantly deformed under the pressure of energy, and even a fine crack appears on the skin. And in that gaze, a bright light erupted-there was no pain, and the satisfaction of the violent force suppressed the pain signal fed by the nerve, and continued to work in one direction, soon, The central god, who was still continually breaking free, was pulled from the air to the ground little by little.
And the moment the touched the ground, the surrounding heavy shield squeezed forward violently. The feeling was like a cutlet in the middle of a sandwich. Through the gap that the heavy shield hand deliberately flowed out, the soldier hiding behind them also stretched out a long spear in his hand.
The sound of steel piercing flesh and blood was endless, and before the could relax at all, a rushing horseshoe sounded on the face.
From four directions, from four angles, covered with venom capable of exterminating immortality, the huge strange halberd instantly cut off his head like a precision razor.
And this that fell into the battle array is not the first, nor will it be the last.
Because after the strangulation was completed, the soldiers of this battle group merged into other battle groups in an orderly manner, without any delay.