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"Your lightning and storm can't break the army, the Persians will take the Mediterranean Sea into their pockets, the ancient Athens will be destroyed, and you will become a forgotten god that no one believes in!!!"

The only response to Xerxes was the roar of thunder that resounded through the sky, as if Zeus was using his authority to mock this ignorant king.

The waves beat down the wrecks of the Persian warships, and Poseidon mocked the arrogance of Xerxes with the fact that no matter how many times his army invaded, the result would be like this.

Xerxes was silent, he could not accept failure, but he must not accept such a shameful failure.

He was not defeated by the bravery and strength of the Greeks, but by those brazen Olympian gods who intervened in mortal wars again and again.

But that's all.

He had already prepared for this war. Zeus's thunder could not kill him, and the gods of Olympus could not directly attack him after being protected by Angora and Ahura.

And during that long desert expedition, Xerxes arrived at the palace of the three sisters of fate in a trance, and he saw his own victorious future.

He wants to grasp this future, and he will make this future come true no matter what. The Persian army will surely break through the land of the Aegean Sea, and all of this will start with the destruction of Sparta!

"Order the army to move out." Xerxes said coldly

"Taking Thermopylae, I will use the heads of the Spartans to build my steps, and tell them that if they enter Sparta, no one will be left behind!"

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Leonidas led the three hundred guards to Thermopylae. When the cold wind and rain beat on his mountain-like muscles, this resolute man was extremely silent in the night rain.

He knew that it would be difficult for Sparta to win such a war.

He consulted the priests before he set off on the expedition, and he applied to the Senate for Sparta's army, but they were all rejected.

The deformed priests who married inbreeding to keep their blood pure believed that Sparta should not fight the Persians, and the Senate believed that sending troops during the Olympics was disrespectful to the gods.

How ridiculous, only Leonidas knew that only the blessing of the gods could allow them to defeat the Persians.

Themistocles knew where the victory of the Battle of Marathon came from. It was the blessing of Hermes, the oracle of Zeus, the anger of Poseidon, and the help of Olympus. defeated the Persians.

And this time, I'm afraid it can only be like this.

Xerxes, who is full of endless vengeful anger, can only be defeated under the blessing of the gods. He has a thousand warships, a million soldiers, and no one on the earth. People can compete.

But why, why did the priests and elders tell Leonidas that the gods would not allow them to send troops?

Is it because Ares is dead? Is it because, like them, the gods they believed in Sparta were rejected by the entire Greek world?

Just when Leonidas was thinking, his adjutant, his general Atreus rushed over excitedly

"Your Majesty! Good news, the Persian fleet suffered the wrath of Poseidon in Kephallonia! The tsunami and Kraken swallowed these arrogant Persians!"

"Well, it sounds like something to be happy about." Leonidas said lightly

"But don't be so excited about Atreus, we are Spartans, not those weak homosexuals in Athens. And you, are that man's adjutant."

Atreus hesitated for a moment, then whispered

"But Your Majesty...why does my lord not allow you to send troops?"

"Because the priests of the temple have never respected him." Leonidas closed his eyes, recalling his best friend

"Because all the temples in Greece will not enshrine a god who kills gods, and will not enshrine a... monster that kills countless people."

"The temple conveys the will of Olympus, and the House of Elders conveys the will of the Persians, so we can't send troops. But it doesn't matter, we will win!"

Leonidas raised the spear in his hand high, and behind him were 299 trained inner guards who were just like him.

There are only 300 people here, only the most elite 300 men of Sparta, they are the pride of Sparta, and they are also the brothers and robes of Leonidas!

There was a stench of wind in the air, crazy rain, heavy horseshoes trampled the ground, and the ground of Hot Spring Pass trembled like an earthquake.

From the end of the horizon, from the other end of the world, the iron hooves from Persia trample on the land of the Aegean Sea.

He turned and faced the endless Persian army like a black sea, his spears beating on his shields, roaring

"MOΛΩNABE!!! (There is a kind to take)"

"MOΛΩNABE!!! (There is a kind to take)!!!"

The heavy roar like a mountain shook and cracked in the air. From this moment Leonidas was a warrior, leaving all politics and gods behind, he only believed in his spear, and his comrades in arms!

The first to arrive was the arrow like a pitch black rainstorm.

Densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, these arrows made of steel poured down with terrifying hooks, covering the sky and falling.

"Stand up shield!!!"

Leonidas roared and gave the order, and the actions of the guards under training were as if they were reflected in a mirror, raising the bronze round shield to block the rain of steel arrows.

Three hundred trained internal guards formed an impenetrable shield array, and the arrows rained down like rainstorms isolated by the eaves, not a single drop fell on the Spartan warriors.

"Fight in the dark!" Atreus laughed wildly

Along with the rain of arrows came Persian cavalry. These Persians rode tall monster-like war horses, covered with iron armor, and charged like steel chariots.

It can be seen that this group of troops who followed Xerxes to fight east and west is so full of military literacy, but...the Spartans are more united than them!

"Attack!"

The roar of Leonidas drove the attack of the entire formation. The warriors in the first row threw their spears. Each of the penetrating Spartan spears easily penetrated the Persian armor, and even Several cavalrymen shot down the horses together.

They raised their shields and roared to charge, the heavy bronze round shield collided with the beast-like cavalry horses, their bulging muscles and the blood of Hercules endowed them with incomparably powerful strength.

Those charging horses were actually pressed back by him, row after row, and the Spartan warriors were like unshakable rocks in the tide.

The Persian overseers roared and waved their whips, and the second wave of arrows rained like a storm came here with the infantry's charge!

"The blood of Hercules is with us!"

Leonidas roared and slapped his shield, a golden light covered each of them, they raised their spears high and threw them out.

The forest of guns rising from the ground was covered with dazzling light, crushing and shredding the approaching rain of arrows, and the forest of guns falling like raindrops tore apart the group of Persian archers.

Under the blessing of the ancestor Hercules, they will surely destroy the descendants of Perseus (the legend says that Perseus is the ancestor of the Persians), their ancestors, their gods bless each of them!

It's time to fight back.

"Tear them apart!!!"

Following Leonidas' order, they pulled out the swords at their waists, and the formation spread out in an instant, but they rushed towards the Persians like tigers in a herd of sheep.

Screams, blood, death, and flying limbs are everywhere, and each of them is like a hero in a legend, washing their skin with Persian blood.

Even the tenacious Persian warriors, who believed in Xerxes, began to collapse. They began to shrink and fear. They were squeezed together like a flock of sheep and stood on the edge of the cliff.

"Let them taste the water of Sparta!" Leonidas laughed wildly and raised his shield, and all the trained inner guards gathered in an instant, pushing those Persians towards Poseidon's domain step by step.

Screams, begging for mercy, nothing could shake the iron will of these Spartans. The Persian army was pushed into the sea and buried in the waves.

Under the violent wind and rain, Sparta ushered in their first victory!

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Chapter 32. Malaka!

Standing on the cliff, Xerxes had a panoramic view of the entire battle situation.

The great God King didn't say anything, he just watched all this indifferently, as if those soldiers who were killed in an almost humiliating way were not his deployment.

He had expected it to be like this.

The Spartans were not as shameless as the Athenians, and fought under the gift of God with peace of mind. But the Spartans have the richest divine blood, and the closest to ancient grace.

After all, they have a hero who is the closest to the age as their ancestors, and a god who is even closer to the age to protect them.

And the faces of the family members standing behind Xerxes observing the battle situation were not so good-looking.

"Those 300 people... are all at the lowest level of LV3 per capita." Finn Zhuomei said

"Most of the veterans are LV4, and Leonidas' strength... I'm afraid it's at least LV6."

What made Finn frown was not the power of these Spartans, but that they possessed this strength and at the same time had such a strong ability to organize and unite.

To put it bluntly, if Ares' Lagia army can have the organizational ability and strength of the Spartans, then Olali is absolutely not qualified to look down on the family of the God of War.

"And their leader, Leonidas, also has some abilities similar to magic and skills to bless his army."

what does that mean? This means that the original plan for the two magisters Hedin and Riveria to use high-power wide-area destructive magic to end these Spartans in a wave is difficult to be realized.

Such an elite Persian army didn't even take down the head of a Spartan. With such combat power, they might not be able to easily take them down frontally as originally imagined.

But...they have no option to back down.

"Familiars of the gods of Asgard, now is the time to show your strength and honor."

Xerxes looked at Finn and Ota, and said indifferently

"Use the heads of the Spartans to prove to me that you are worthy of the favor of the god king, or in other words, you have chosen to retreat in fear?"

"We will take the Spartan helmet for you." Finn gritted his teeth slightly, stepped forward and bowed.

"But Your Majesty, the Spartans bathed in the glory of the gods cannot be destroyed so brutally. We have a more reliable plan."

"But you have to prove that you are worthy of my favor." Xerxes pointed down from a distance, and said lightly

"Go, my immortal army will accompany you to fight. I don't ask for a victory, but I want to make the Spartans pay for their arrogance."

Finn had no way out, he nodded and looked at Ota next to him.

No matter how bad the situation is, Finn and Orta have already formulated a corresponding strategy.

"Alan, I, and the four brothers of Yanjin will charge forward." Ota took up the sword of Bahei and said in a deep voice

"Alan and I will try our best to disperse the Spartans' front. I will find a chance to fight Leonidas one-on-one. Alfric and the others will protect us. And Hedin also has the magic of the Nine Magic Princess It's up to you to protect me."

It is unwise to step into the Spartan army rashly, but if you don't break up their formation, you will only be dragged into their rhythm and killed.

The 'Chariot of the Goddess' and 'The Vigorous One' have the strongest attacking strength in the city, and the four Yanjin brothers' training and attacking skills are also flawless. They just need to find a chance for Ota and Leonidas to fight one-on-one. good.

And Riveria and Hedin will chant high-power magic with long verses at the right time in the rear. Even if they can't kill Leonidas, they will still cause heavy losses to his trained inner guards.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Finn nodded towards Ota and said solemnly

"Persian coward."

Leonidas pulled out a spear and pierced a Persian begging for mercy. Looking at the miserable corpse, he spat in disdain.

Bloodthirsty and excited smiles filled the faces of him and his robes. There was no doubt about their victory. There were no casualties among the 300 people, but they defeated their enemies several times or even ten times.

They used their discipline and strength to prove the correctness and dignity of their divine blood!

But Leonidas understood that this temporary victory was only a flash in the pan, and even the real battlefield was far from unfolding.

‘Woo~~~~~’

The incomparably long horn sounded from far to near, and at the end of the earth, a coldness that seemed to freeze the atmosphere was spreading.

Coming from the ends of the earth is an ancient army.

They have silver ghost faces, wear dark cloud-like battle armor, night-like eyes, sharp teeth, and wield scimitars with countless blood shadows.

They are Immortals, soulless immortals who have served Persia for five hundred years.

If they were just illusory shadows in the movie, then what appeared here at this moment was the real undead army.

There was the sound of whips blasting the air, and wild horns resounded through the sky. In the center of the Immortal Army that split like a sea, several heavy giant rhinoceros came roaring and charging forward in full armor.

These giant rhinos are almost the size of an elephant, but have rougher skin, stronger bones, and are fed the craziest drugs.

The iron armor is full of ancient runes, which increases the impact of these giant rhinoceros more than several times.

Even Leonidas was never arrogant enough to think that the Spartan formation could withstand such an impact, not to mention the undead army behind them.

So, it's time to use some means outside the battlefield.

The Spartans didn't like to use the grace of the gods on the battlefield, because the god they believed in was the most cruel and crazy one in Olympus.

But it is different now, the god they believe in is still the god of war, and he is even crazier, but...he loves Sparta.

Therefore, the divine grace he bestowed will not carry Ares' mocking and cold crazy curses, but only endless blessings and gifts to his compatriots.

Enviable isn't it? That's how the Spartan gods made the rest of Greece jealous, because their only god, O, was a Spartan.

Leonidas took off the last spear that was carried behind him, it was a throwing spear made of strange material and glowing with strange luster.