Virus Throne

"Shua shua shua..." Xu Youran, who had just fallen to the ground, raised his hand and swung out more than a dozen sword lights. [6][9][s][h][u][x][.][c][o][m]

The Sword of Freedom and Questioning the Heart that fell from the sky instantly transformed into the light and graceful Sword of Seven Bitternesses.

In such a large-scale melee of thousands of troops, fierce and violent killing of the enemy is indispensable.

If the situation allows, it is also necessary to properly conserve physical strength to prevent accidents.

On the battlefield, many people did not die in battle, but died of exhaustion.

After overdrawing physical strength, not only will your movements be deformed, but the enemy will also have more opportunities to kill you.

The light energy in Xu Youran's body is like the rolling waves of the Aegean Sea, providing him with strong power and endurance.

But the light energy is not endless, especially fighting on this kind of life planet, which is far inferior to fighting on the sun.

In particular, the awakening skills cannot be released, which greatly affects the combat effectiveness of the awakeners, which is equivalent to turning most awakeners into powerful mortals.

Although no one has made detailed statistics on Xu Youran's battles, according to his own judgment, his swordsmanship is the most lethal in the battle.

The mutant beasts and enemies he killed with his sword far exceeded the number of enemies killed with awakening skills.

So the combat environment of the arrogant world is extremely friendly to him.

Of course, it's not just him, there are many strong people like him.

Most of the heroes who can leave a strong mark in this epic and magnificent great war have similar body strengthening skills.

The Trojan army has already rushed into the Greek camp. Although Xu Youran wore Achilles' golden armor and boosted the morale of the Greek army, it was a crushing defeat, and it was impossible to reverse the situation so quickly.

Not only Xu Youran, but dozens of powerful heroes of the Greek coalition forces have met the Trojan army one after another.

Agamemnon, Mene, Odysseus, Phoenix, Ajax the Great, Ajax the Lesser, Thrasymedes, Antilochus, Diomedes, Palamedes, Idomeneus...

"Boom boom boom..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The long coastline was full of people fighting and shouting.

Although the defeated Greek army temporarily stabilized its position, it was not so easy to reverse the situation.

Because the commander of the coalition forces, Agamemnon, ordered to fight to the death, the Greek warriors rushed to fight, but no one retreated to the sea.

Such a price was extremely heavy and painful. Countless Greek warriors, still holding wine glasses in their hands, were slaughtered by fully armed Trojan warriors almost unarmed and without the ability to fight back.

Greek warriors kept falling, and their limbs and flesh were scattered all over the beach.

Blood seeped into the beach, but was swept away by the waves, and the blue Aegean Sea was dyed scarlet.

Facing the invasion of the Greek army, whether it was because of Helen's betrayal or Paris's shamelessness, the people of Troy chose to fight back.

Many surrounding city-states have been captured by the Greek army, and bloody massacres have been staged again and again.

The brutality and arrogance of the Greek army completely angered the great city of Troy.

Although they took up the sword, the people of Troy just wanted to survive.

They wanted to survive, and the Greek people protected by the Greek army also wanted to survive.

The powerful enemy in the north has millions of soldiers and is becoming stronger and stronger. The harsh living environment makes them unbearable.

The enemies in the north of Greece are eyeing the rich Greece, and the army is ready to fight.

No matter how arrogant and arrogant the Greek heroes are, they also know that the scattered Greek Federation can never resist the millions of soldiers from the north.

What to do?

What can they do?

They could only launch an attack on the other side of the Aegean Sea to leave a way out for the Greek people.

The Greek heroes wanted to save their people, and the Trojan heroes wanted to protect their homes.

This was an irreconcilable contradiction and an irreconcilable principle, and there was no way out.

Only killing and death could bring a brief peace and tranquility.

There were no Greek heroes around Xu Youran, and the Trojan army had already surrounded him.

Achilles, this was such a legendary hero, an undefeated god of war.

He was the spiritual pillar of the Greek warriors and the terrifying nightmare of the Trojan warriors.

Although he saw his sword flashing with cold light, he was wielding endless murderous intent among the army, constantly harvesting the lives of the Trojan warriors.

But all the Trojan warriors still rushed towards Xu Youran, who was wearing golden armor, regardless of their own safety.

Not only did the Trojan warriors feel weak in their legs when they saw Xu Youran, who looked like a madman, but even the horses were shocked by his monstrous murderous intent and their hooves trembled.

The earth was roaring and cracking. Not far away, more Trojan warriors were rushing to the battlefield.

After the first batch of 10,000 cavalrymen rushed to the battlefield, there were tens of thousands of infantry awakened warriors. They marched in neat steps, and the spears in their hands looked extremely hungry in the moonlight.

After ten years of siege, the people of Troy have reached the edge of despair. A desperate battle vowed to completely exterminate the Greek army.

The first mountain in front of them was the first Greek hero, Achilles, the son of the sea goddess.

As long as Achilles was killed, it was equivalent to defeating half of Greece.

All Trojan warriors believed that as long as Achilles fell, the spiritual pillar of Greece would fall.

In their hearts, Achilles is ten thousand times more important than Agamemnon, the commander-in-chief of the coalition.

The commander-in-chief of the coalition can be Agamemnon, Odysseus, or even Ajax the Great can lead the Greek army.

But the spiritual pillar of the Greek warriors is only one, and that is the legendary hero, the demigod Achilles.

If someone can overlook the entire battlefield from the sky, they will find that although the Trojan army is advancing horizontally, there is a point that attracts countless warriors to flock to it.

That point is Xu Youran, who was mistaken for Achilles. He is like a magnet, attracting all the attention of the Trojans.

If he hadn't attracted nearly one-third of the Trojan warriors, I'm afraid the entire Greek army would have collapsed long ago.

It was because of his existence that not only blocked the frontal attack of the Trojan warriors, but also involved a large number of Trojan warriors.

Under his leadership, the Greek coalition forces are gradually stabilizing their positions and regrouping.

Xu Youran, who was surrounded by the army, had already killed red eyes, and he was completely crazy.

The golden armor on his body had resisted countless attacks for him and had already begun to break.

Even though Achilles' sword was extremely sharp, it had faint cracks due to the violent collision.

If this was Xu Youran's own ice armor and his own sword, he wouldn't have to care at all.

If it was broken, he would condense it again. He always had armor to defend and weapons to kill the enemy.

But now he couldn't condense armor and sword, so many tactics couldn't be applied.

The violent and fierce sword intent of exorcism caused too much damage to the weapon, so he didn't dare to use it at all.

Many times, he could kill the enemy by just taking the attack, but he had to choose to dodge, because he also knew that this armor couldn't last too long.

Xu Youran, who was crazy about killing, had long forgotten how many people he had killed.

He only knew.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

At a glance, all he saw were the spears and swords of the Trojan warriors, and their eyes filled with endless fear.

Yes, they were afraid, they were trembling.

Although they were still charging, their eyes betrayed their cowardly souls.

What were they afraid of?

Who were they afraid of?

Why were they trembling?

There was only one person who could make the powerful Trojan warriors so afraid, scared, and trembling.

That was me, the legendary hero Achilles.

At this moment, Xu Youran was like a god of war, and all he saw was enemies and blood.

Batch after batch of people fell under his sword, each of them was a fully armed, extremely powerful five-time awakened warrior.

In the chaos of the army, the Trojan warriors did not need to distinguish between enemies and friends.

Because they had only one enemy, the man who was covered in blood, wearing tattered golden armor, and looked like a demon.

Xu Youran did not need to distinguish between enemies and friends, because everyone around him was an enemy.

He was the only one covered in blood, some of it from the enemy and some from himself, and most of the others were clean.

As long as they were clean and holding weapons, they were his enemies.

Pulling up the seedlings to help them grow was running to the extreme, almost becoming an instinct, otherwise he would have been torn into countless pieces long ago.

A long sword appeared out of nowhere, bringing the greetings of the god of death. Every time the cold light flashed, a blood flower would bloom.

He used the three sword techniques of the Free Heart Sword, the Seven Bitterness Sword, and the White Horse Passing Sword to the extreme.

Sometimes fierce, sometimes tricky, sometimes domineering, sometimes gentle, the sword intent of exorcism dared not be released, but the sword intent of beheading demons took away countless lives.

Within the coverage of his mental power, he could also see that dozens of Greek heroes were caught in a bitter battle, and everyone was injured, but the difference was only the severity.

Agamemnon's violence and strength shocked him, and a spear kept harvesting lives.

Unfortunately, even if he was the commander-in-chief of the coalition, his importance was still not as good as Xu Youran's disguised Achilles.

More and more Trojan warriors rushed towards him, not only five awakeners, but even six awakeners had begun to join the siege against him.

Xu Youran tasted a hint of fishy smell at the corner of his lips, with a slight sweetness, that was the enemy's hot blood.

A pair of terrified eyes closed in front of him, they were the Trojan warriors who died under his sword.

"Hah!" Xu Youran roared wildly, his blood boiling, and he was furious.

"Boom!" The star-destroying hand slapped out and smashed a warrior's chest.

"Puff!" With a backhand sword, the huge head flew up, and a fountain of blood gushed into the air.

He saw the fear and trembling in the eyes of the Trojan warriors. The powerful warriors from the earth made this legendary mythical world wail.

Xu Youran's self-confidence swelled to the extreme. At this moment, he felt like an omnipotent god of the battlefield, tasting the sweetness of blood in the endless killing.

What Cross disguised as Achilles would be killed, what Achilles would be killed by Paris, what the gods' prophecies and the direction of history...

In front of my sharp sword, everything is false.

This is my battlefield, I dominate everything.

I have a sword, I am invincible!

"Buzz..." Millions of suns exploded in his hands, and the violent demon-killing sword intent was wrapped in countless cold lights.

The cold killing intent seemed to be able to freeze the soul and penetrate into the bone marrow.

"Puff puff puff..." A large number of Trojan warriors who surrounded and killed Xu Youran were knocked down by him.

In order to avoid being besieged, Xu Youran kept charging, charging without knowing the direction.

Wherever he went, corpses were everywhere, blood was flowing, and Trojan warriors fell in rows.

Scarlet blood, pungent smell, broken corpses, shattered armor, wailing enemies...

All of this completely aroused the most manic demon in Xu Youran's heart.

At this moment, Xu Youran was worthy of the name of a tyrant, turning into a human beast, constantly devouring lives.

He was like an emperor on the battlefield, with a sword spirit soaring into the sky and arrogance rising to the sky.

The wheel of history was slowly approaching in the darkness, and the inevitable spear of destiny was about to show its fangs...

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