The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 754 - 150 Family Stabbing Skills (Two updates totaling 9.3k

Chapter 754: Chapter 150 Family Stabbing Skills (Two updates totaling 9.3k, seeking votes) Chapter 754: Chapter 150 Family Stabbing Skills (Two updates totaling 9.3k, seeking votes) Helen made a decision the moment she realized they were in grave trouble:

“Head to the port, board the ships!”

Although their own deities and heroes had managed to hold back the spread of the black tide at a critical moment and stabilize the situation, the open terrain of Troy Plain, where the Alliance was located, was indefensible. They needed to retreat to safer grounds to create distance from these monstrous entities and plan their counterattack.

The vast and boundless sea was undoubtedly the best battlefield, allowing for both attack and defense.

Heroes from various city-states, as if waking from a dream, quickly led their soldiers toward the area where the warships were docked.

However, the red and black cube in the sky seemed to sense their intentions, widening the hole in the sky further.

At the same time, the clouds turned an eerie red and black, and meteors formed of red and black mud streaked across the sky with long fiery tails, continuously crashing into the sea.

In an instant, the warships anchored on the sea turned into flying wood chips, and their shattered remnants sank into the boiling, turbulent waters.

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Seeing the cut-off retreat and the black tide already breaching the makeshift defensive walls, Helen clenched her teeth and ordered again:

“War Soldiers and auxiliary soldiers from each city-state leave first, Divine Blood Guard maintains order, Spellcasters provide protective enchantments and long-range support, deities and heroes cover the rear; retreat in stages, don’t panic!”

As heroes and deities stepped forward, forming a loose but solid defensive line before the black tide, the commotion caused by the destruction of the battleships quickly subsided. The soldiers orderly retreated towards the rear, avoiding direct contact with the all-consuming black tide.

“Bastard, don’t even think about getting past!”

Hercules raised his Nameless Axe Sword, angrily smashing it into a mud puppet cloaked in black.

A crimson divine energy, like a roaring furious dragon, swept across the battlefield, blasting away the mud-formed monster, along with its black cloak, shredding it into fluttering pieces of cloth.

As the figure hidden in the shadows was exposed in the sunlight, Hercules, who had been about to pursue, froze, staring in disbelief at the familiar face covered in red and black lines:

“Teacher?”

However, all that responded to him was the cold light of the Divine Sword Hepler drawing and the several strands of the red and black mud shooting at him like tentacles.

“Bang!”

A slash of golden light flew diagonally, spinning like a blade, smashing the mud puppet’s head to pieces.

“Snap out of it, he’s not the person you knew anymore!”

Diana caught the returning Starlight Flying Crown in her hand and coldly snapped Heraclius out of his shock.

Heraclius watched the neck of the puppet, its head reassembling as the black mud filled back in, and painfully closed his eyes.

Recalling the last farewell with his mentor, the resilient, strong man was filled with regret.

Perseus, my teacher, I have caused your doom…

Then, Heraclius stared with blood-red eyes up toward the Sacred Mountain amidst the stars, bereft of any concern, filled only with undulating hatred.

“Zeus!!!”

But the height of mortals can hardly touch the stars in the sky; all Hercules could do was vent his boundless rage on the black tide and the army of mud puppets before him, raising his Nameless Axe Sword. He furiously hacked away, creating a vacuum zone in front of him, miraculously pushing back the surging black tide by several meters.

However, not every Divine Blood Hero was like Hercules, facing down the overwhelming black tide and the relentless army of mud puppets, they struggled to cope and could only retreat as they fought.

Gradually, the space for the Alliance’s operations shrank, forcing many overwhelmed War Soldiers and auxiliary soldiers to fall back under Troy City.

Simultaneously, behind them, harrowing metallic tremors and the resonance of the Aether rang out from Troy’s city walls.

Glancing back towards the top of the walls, where aggressive Magic Circles lit up like stars, and several Essence Fluid Cannons activated at the battlements, the Alliance’s soldiers and mages shuddered, their pupils narrowing as if falling into an ice pit.

“All cannons, activate! Ritual curse, complete! Fire!”

Accompanying the chilled command, the Lapis Lazuli used as ammunition and the Magic Crystals maintaining the Magic Circles disintegrated into powder, scattering as the frantically gathered Aether Tide unleashed a torrent of firepower from the city walls.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom!”

Thousands of crimson beams flew over the heads of the Alliance, crashing into the surging black tide ahead, tearing apart the forefront of the mud puppet army, significantly slowing their advance.

At the same time, the tightly closed gates of Troy opened.

Troy’s Guardian Hector, leading the Divine Blood Guard and heroes from allied lands, poured out from the city, standing firm on the weakening flanks of the Alliance and blocking the mud puppets that surged forward again.

The bronze crests displayed on their chests sparkled in the sunlight, like stars descended to the Mortal World.

Seeing those who were once enemies, now unhesitatingly blocking in front of them, the soldiers outside the city gradually regained their senses, casting respectful gazes full of gratitude at these figures standing before the black tide and at the ancient crests on their chests.

— Olympians!

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