The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 489 - 27: The King is the State! (4.5k)_2

Chapter 489: Chapter 27: The King is the State! (4.5k)_2

“The aura of death enters the body, the spark of life is extinguished, no hope of salvation…”

Atalanta got the hint and immediately raised the sky-reaching bow, pulled the bowstring to its limit, and shot out a dense barrage of arrows forward.

“Puff puff puff puff!”

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh was incessant, and the squadrons of Divine Blood Guards that pounced forward were immediately turned into porcupines.

But whether they were shot in the head or had their hearts destroyed, none of the Divine Blood Guards fell; instead, they charged toward the two intruders who had stepped into the Royal Palace, wielding their weapons with arrows stuck all over their bodies.

Upon seeing this, Luo En hurriedly raised his hand and chanted runes, attempting to disperse these charging immortal monsters.

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However, the Purification Divine Words, which were supposed to be highly effective against departed souls, were now proving to be almost futile.

“Immortality!”

“Immortality!!”

“Immortality!!!”

The frenzied Divine Blood Guards shouted at the top of their lungs, wildly swinging their weapons.

“Can’t be killed? What’s going on?”

Atalanta leaped to dodge two feathered arrows and a spear, and approached Luo En with furrowed brows, asking for an explanation.

Luo En swung his long spear, and the fierce burst of spear light instantly sliced two charging Divine Blood Guards into dozens of pieces.

The chunks of flesh that fell to the ground did not bleed at all; instead, filament-like tendrils extended from the surfaces of the cuts, carrying the chunks of flesh and wriggling toward a common direction, reassembling into a complete body.

Seeing this, Luo En thrust his spear forward, slicing the most central piece of flesh into even smaller parts.

A tiny, dark red crystal, attached to flesh threads and small as dust, was revealed before his eyes, flickering dimly and brightly.

At the same time, the surrounding flesh seemed to sense a special command, wriggling collectively toward the dark red crystal.

“It’s the Philosopher’s Stone! They’ve all been implanted with the Philosopher’s Stone, and with the catalysis of the aura of death, although their souls have been eradicated, their bodies have become undying!”

Luo En said somberly, the answer emerging in his mind, his eyes flickering with a deadly glint.

This so-called Spiritual Medicine granted people immortality while also turning them into monsters blindly struggling for life.

It surpassed death but also desecrated life.

It seems that the person behind this wanted to do more than just use the Beast Tide to eliminate humanity on the surface and offer sacrifices to Demon Ancestor Typhon for divine favors; they also planned to use the Philosopher’s Stone to turn Arcadia into a testing ground and personally create an army of the undying!

“Move aside!”

Luo En pulled Atalanta behind him, sighed as he saw the Divine Blood Guards rushing toward them, and slowly gathered the spear of nation-building, deep in contemplation.

“The brilliance, to this point!”

In an instant, a surging silver-white Aether Storm formed under the impetus of the [Flame] Authority, turning into a fierce burning gale sweeping in all directions, instantly melting the Divine Blood Guards on the square and the Philosopher’s Stones within them into ashes.

To the warriors who still stood their ground until the last moment, may you rest here in eternal sleep.

Amidst the snow-like scattering ashes, Luo En murmured, beckoned to Atalanta, and prepared to continue their advance toward the Astrological Observatory inside the Royal Palace.

However, just as the two of them took a step forward, a piercing slicing sound came from the surrounding air, and several interwoven silver flashes struck.

“Puff puff puff puff!”

The silver in midair narrowly missed the two dodging figures and sliced the two columns on the square into several segments.

Taking advantage of the smokescreen spreading around, Atalanta caught sight of the true nature of these silver flashes.

They were threads of silver as fine as cow hair, seemingly fragile, yet incredibly tough and sharp.

Moreover, it seemed like these things were alive?

Just as this doubt flashed through Atalanta’s mind, several silver threads crisscrossed through the air, depicting a complex outline. They intertwined and merged, forming a complex three-dimensional object as if crafted from interwoven vines, complete with fierce wings, a beak, and sharp claws.

It was a silver wire art piece, delicately crafted in the shape of a giant eagle.

“Chir-chir!”

The peculiar creation made a high-pitched screeching sound like a metal blade cutting through, darting forward like arrows, its razor-sharp beak and claws aimed at the two people in the square.

Luo En stamped his right foot on the ground fiercely, and the magic power burst forth, dispersing the silver eagle.

But in the next moment, those falling silver threads, following whispers from afar, reassembled into the form of an eagle and attacked again.

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The cat ears atop Atalanta’s head twitched slightly, and she immediately looked at several thick columns on the distant corridor.

“It’s an Alchemist from the Hermes Trismegistus Sector, behind the columns! Leave it to me!”

Luo En nodded, crossing the long spear in front of his chest with both hands.

Atalanta took the cue, leaped onto the spear shaft, crouched, then, using it as leverage, she burst forth like a cannonball, breaking through the blockade of the silver eagle, and charged onto the corridor, firing several arrows in quick succession at the Alchemists hiding behind the columns.

The Alchemists who were caught off guard at close range were pierced into porcupines, firmly pinned against the wall.

Learning from the example of the Divine Blood Guard, Atalanta didn’t aim for one-shot kills; she aimed to damage their vital parts and pin them down, restricting their movements.

The tactic proved effective. The constrained Alchemists were rendered immobile, only capable of uttering impotent roars.

At the same time, their abdomens began to wriggle, as if creatures made of white wax were trying to emerge from their flesh.

However, Atalanta, who had slaughtered her way from the start of the corridor to the end, turned around calmly. She looked at the glowing arrows on the Alchemists, clenched her fist suddenly.