Chapter 752: Chapter 149 Zeus, you sched against !_2 Chapter 752: Chapter 149 Zeus, you sched against !_2 Run!
The lucky ones who dodged the first round of attack and the Mycenaean soldiers who had just woken up from their tents saw the apocalyptic scene before them and almost instantly the thought arose. Driven by their survival instincts, they hurriedly turned around, scrambling and crawling, rushing towards the area outside the reach of the hole in the sky.
However, it seed that as more life was absorbed, the hole in the sky expanded again.
Intense red and black teor showers plumted down, engulfing and assimilating any Mycenaeans attempting to flee.
At the sa ti, as the red and black mudflow grew, the ground was no longer safe.
“Boom!”
In the series of dull tremors, the red and black mudflow, full of utmost malice toward the living, spread rapidly, forming a terrifying wave that lted life.
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One after another, pale arms reached out from the mud, seemingly eager to drag fresh flesh and souls into that silt-filled, cursed hell.
Many Mycenaean soldiers who couldn’t dodge in ti were dragged into the muddy flow, their flesh decaying and bones eroding amidst horrific screams, gradually assimilating into a pool of red and black mud.
The fleeing Mycenaean soldiers, after just glancing at their companions’ grim fate, shivered uncontrollably, hastening their desperate escape.
But how could human legs outrun the speed of the spreading wave?
In just a mont, thousands of Mycenaeans beca fodder for the black mud, and most of the Mycenae camp was turned into a black sea.
“Move aside!”
At the critical mont, a golden-red teor cleaved through the pitch-black night and fell in front of the black tide. Arms adorned with gilded wrist guards heavily struck each other, creating a shockwave that stretched for miles.
Whish~
The wildly spreading black tide seed to hit an invisible wall, instantly stopping.
Saved…
The survivors, pale-faced and gasping for breath, looked gratefully towards the Divine Blood Hero who alone had stopped the black tide.
It seed to be the princess of the Amazon Tribe—Diana.
Although she had defeated the Mycenaean Divine Blood Heroes and aided Sparta in usurping Mycenae’s Alliance Hierarch through a fair victory,
in the critical mont, the kindness she extended to these Mycenaeans was enough to make them wholeheartedly accept her.
But before they could co forward to thank her, Diana turned around with a stern face and bellowed,
“Don’t stop, keep moving!”
Then, as the black tide blocked outside the barrier of light kept piling up and changing shapes.
Soon after, a slender figure in a black cloak, wearing feathered flying shoes, erged within the black tide, violently swinging a reddish-purple curved longsword like a scythe.
“Crack!”
Diana’s magic barrier, ford by Divine Power Bracelets, shattered instantly, and the black tide spread forward once more.
At the sa ti, figures clad in armor and covered in red and black patterns erged from the red and black mudflow.
Their garb and appearance were strikingly similar to the previously dood Mycenaean soldiers.
Subsequently, in the shocked gaze of the onlookers, these red and black mud sculptures, like wild beasts, pounced forward, ferociously tearing apart the lagging escapees.
Amid successive screams, dozens of unfortunate souls had their throats and arteries brutally torn apart, gasping hoarsely as blood sprayed from their necks, their limbs gradually ceasing to twitch.
And in the chilling sounds of sucking and tearing, these victims, with faces twisted in fear and pupils dilated, beca fodder for those monsters, devoured into re pale skeletons.
Then, after their feast, the monsters still unsatisfied, as if their hunger was inexhaustible.
They looked up again, greedily eyeing the living ahead, a trace of crimson shimring within their hollow eye sockets, full of resentnt towards death and hatred for the living.
What was worse, the pale white skeletons drowned by the black tide also donned the red and black mud shells, becoming part of the monster army.
“Bastard!”
Seeing her warriors, whom she had barely managed to save, once again falling prey to the grueso attack, Diana exploded in rage, attempting to draw her sword to intervene.
However, the monster who had earlier destroyed the magic barrier blocked her way, its familiar attire and shape making Diana realize it was the mysterious individual she had once fought in Sparta.
With the aid of the black tide, his strength had increased manifold, making it difficult for Diana to break free from his grip.
Without the Amazon Princess to stop them, the black tide, carrying red and black mud sculptures like evil spirits, spread again rapidly towards the escapees.
“Ah ah ah ah!”
Screams erupted one after another, not only from the slaughter by the mud sculptures but also from the erosion and transformation by the black tide.
Once humans touched the red and black mud, red and black vein-like patterns spread across their skin, making them lose their sanity, turning bloodthirsty and violent, roaring as they rushed towards their own kind to comnce a bloody slaughter.
On the outskirts, the Spartan twins, leading the Divine Blood Guard, arrived swinging swords. Two Mycenaean soldiers, crazed and lunging at them with daggers, had their heads severed, but the faces facing them wore expressions of madness, making both Polux and Castor’s scalps tingle.
Mad, all of Mycenae had gone mad!
“Retreat! Retreat!”
Diana, raising her shield to block her opponent’s scythe-like longsword, sidestepped and removed the Starlight Flying Crown from her forehead, flinging it forward, knocking the mysterious mud sculpture entangled with her off its feet, and while retaking the opportunity to warn loudly towards the backing Alliance soldiers and heroes coming to their aid,
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