Virus Throne

"Shua!" Xu Youran drew his sword, and the sword light was like a sprouting seedling, carrying the breath of endless life.

The Seven Bitterness Swords, the first sword, the "Life" Sword.

He had already practiced this sword technique to the sixth stage of the Resentment and Hate Meeting, and he always thought that he had practiced it very well.

But today, after he killed countless Trojan warriors on the battlefield where countless people risked their lives, he suddenly had a new understanding and enlightenment of this sword technique.

In addition to arrogance, these heroes have many other great qualities.

They also want to live, but these heroes are using their own deaths to exchange for the lives of more people.

Perhaps this is the true meaning of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, and perhaps this is the root of the continuous inheritance and endless life of human civilization.

Seven sins...

Seven sufferings...

Why is life sad, and why is death bitter?

At this moment, Xu Youran's sword heart is clear and reflects himself.

What keeps turning over in his mind are the millions of people who are constantly alive behind these dead soldiers.

His heart surged and his thoughts were in turmoil. Following his own will, he swung out the "Life" sword again.

"Shua!" The sword light bloomed, erratic, but full of vitality.

"Ding!" A Trojan hero waved his spear to block the sword.

The endless life of the "Life" sword was like a raging tide, sweeping the hero in an instant.

"Shua!" The second sword that continued in an endless stream was like a thriving seedling sprouting new leaves.

"Ding!" The hero tried to block the sword again.

"Shua shua shua..." The sword light flickered and flickered, like a thriving seedling growing wildly.

Countless sword lights, one sword was sharper than the other, and one sword was more violent than the other.

The position where the second sword appeared seemed to break through the space limit, and it stabbed the hero like teleportation.

The artistic conception of the Sword of Life combined with the artistic conception of the Sword of Passing by, made Xu Youran's swordsmanship soar.

At this moment, Xu Youran seemed to have grasped something, vague but not clear.

It was as if there was a layer of window paper between them. After breaking it, his swordsmanship would definitely be greatly improved.

"Puff!" The hero who blocked Xu Youran was stabbed in the wrist.

"Puff!" The arm was stabbed again.

"Puff!" The shoulder was stabbed.

"Puff!" The chest was stabbed.

"Puff!" The throat was stabbed.

A strange blood flower bloomed in the hero's throat, and hot blood gushed out.

"Giggle..." The hero looked at Xu Youran in disbelief, his face full of horror.

This...

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

He...

Who is he?

"Huh..." Xu Youran let out a long breath. Although the layer of window paper had not been broken, the power of his swordsmanship had increased a lot.

And he felt that he was not too far away from grasping that feeling.

Maybe after a period of precipitation, or another epiphany, the swordsmanship can be improved to a higher level again.

Unfortunately, time is running out.

The Greek army has surged over like a tide. The Trojan warriors, who were frightened by Xu Youran and Agamemnon, can no longer stop the Greek offensive.

The chaotic army in front of the city gate was smashed to pieces, and the soldiers in the city were blocked at the city gate and could not get out at all, unable to support the battlefield outside the city.

Even many Greek heroes have led warriors into the city.

The area around the Troy city gate was full of shouts and screams, corpses and blood.

The Greek army that entered the city set fire and killed people everywhere, regardless of men, women, old and young, and killed anyone they saw.

This is the anger that has been suppressed in the hearts of the Greeks for ten years. Bloodbath Troy has become the obsession of Greek heroes.

Xu Youran knew that the residents of Troy might be innocent, but he was powerless to stop it.

This is a battle between camps, a battle for the survival of the race. If Troy loses, it will face the extinction of the race.

If the technology camp loses one day, the end will not be much better.

If Earth loses, it will definitely be 10,000 times more miserable than here.

He is trying his best to protect Earth, regardless of any despicable means, and even taking advantage of Nüba's feelings. He never shy away from this.

Because he feels that his goal is great and noble, and he is fighting for the one billion people on Earth.

He is fighting against the conquerors, but he is also trying to help the technology camp deal with the practitioners.

Looking up, whether it is the technology camp or the cultivation camp, they all seem to be his enemies.

The whole world is his enemy!

But looking at the cruel and bloody scenes in front of him, he seems to have reaffirmed his confidence again.

Even if it is 10,000 times more humble, 10,000 times more shameless, 10,000 times more despicable, even if more people are killed, for Earth, for my comrades, everything is worth it!

An extreme sense of crisis came faintly, and cold sweat seemed to flow down my back slowly, and my hair stood on end...

Who is it?

Who?

Who can bring me such a strong sense of crisis?

Xu Youran suddenly woke up and looked up at the skyline of the Aegean Sea. There was an extremely powerful pressure rising there, and the overwhelming force was rolling in.

"Swoosh!" Xu Youran soared into the air, "Shua shua shua..." The flying sword killed several Trojan warriors across the sky, clearing the obstacles for himself.

Xu Youran, covered in blood and looking like a demon, stood in the air with his hands behind his back, elegantly, and a hint of mocking smile on his face.

Inside and outside the Trojan wall below, more than 100,000 people were fighting bloody battles. Half of Troy had already fallen. The situation was really hopeless and there was no way to turn the tide.

This city is being bloodbathed. For everyone in this city, death is just a matter of time.

But Xu Youran's gradually cold heart and extremely firm belief made him unmoved.

You have your life, and you have your way of survival.

I also have my life, and I have my way of survival.

From the moment you killed Achilles, I have only endless hatred for this arrogant world.

Achilles died for me in Troy, so let this city be buried with him!

Since the wheel of history must go on the right track, then I will push it forward.

"Find the truth of history and save the arrogant soul."

These are the two lines written on the stone gate. Xu Youran understands that the ultimate goal of the trial is not only to suppress his own arrogance, but also to save the arrogance of everyone here.

But a despicable soul like Paris is not worth saving at all. Only death is his best destination.

These dozen majestic figures are getting closer and closer. The air on the battlefield seems to be condensing, dull and depressing. That kind of invisible power makes everyone feel terrified.

"Boom boom boom..." The sound of sonic boom came, ten times, thirteen times, fifteen times the speed of sound.

It was not the first time that Xu Youran felt the might of the Seventh Awakener, but he had never seen so many Seventh Awakeners at once.

The gods of Mount Olympus!

The completely enraged gods, the completely out-of-control Troy, the wanton killing of Xu Youran.

All of this was completely beyond the gods' expectations.

There was still a very long distance before they saw the young man floating in the air.

The senses and perceptions of the Seventh Awakener far exceeded all the heroes.

How could this young man fly without elementalization?

This was the first question that came to the gods' minds.

In everyone's sight, this was a tall, handsome blond young man.

But in the gods' perception, it was a heroic black-haired young man, calm and indifferent.

This was an extremely discordant feeling that made the gods feel very uncomfortable.

The gods of Mount Olympus did not know that this was because the Arrogant World was shrouded in formations, which caused them visual deviation.

"Boom boom boom..." More than a dozen figures arrived one after another and stopped about one kilometer away from Xu Youran.

Xu Youran looked at the people in front of him with interest. They were blond, blue-eyed, tall and strong.

Some of them looked exactly like the gods in his mind, but some of them were completely unrecognizable.

The leader was tall, at least 1.9 meters tall, strong and powerful, and looked only in his thirties.

His long golden hair was slightly curly, draped over his shoulders like waves, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped with countless fine electric lights.

His appearance was handsome, unrestrained, and majestic, far surpassing all the human lives Xu Youran had ever seen.

Even the awe-inspiring Void Emperor, the graceful Kukuroro, and the pure and gentle Zhumie could not compare with this man.

The Void Emperor was too domineering, Kukuroro was too gentle, and Zhumie lacked masculinity and heroism.

Beside him should be Apollo, the god of the sun, Ares, Hades, the goddess Athena...

Oh, a burly man emerged from the waves of the Aegean Sea, that should be Poseidon, the king of the sea.

If he descended into the world of arrogance, it was like opening an epic in front of Xu Youran.

The arrival of the gods of Mount Olympus made him truly in the mythological world.

Xu Youran never thought that one day he would personally experience the war described in the epic, let alone that one day he would descend into the mythological world and confront the gods of Mount Olympus.

"Who are you?" Zeus held a spear in his hand, and the whole body was like a thunderbolt, flashing with extremely bright lightning.

"I am Cross, you can also call me Demon Slayer." Xu Youran smiled faintly, "Zeus? You are indeed more beautiful than I imagined, hehe..."

Beautiful...

The gods of Mount Olympus were all stunned. It was the first time they heard someone describe the king of gods, Zeus, in this way.

If Xu Youran hadn't been suspended in the sky, if he hadn't shown a fighting power comparable to that of a god.

I'm afraid the word "good-looking" would be his way to death.

"Thank you for your compliment, my friend." Zeus didn't get angry, but laughed instead.

He is worthy of being the king of the gods, his demeanor, bearing, and mind are far beyond the reach of others.

When his smile appeared, the whole sky seemed to warm up.

After the gods reached the sky above Troy, no one looked at Troy, which was being massacred below.

In the eyes of these gods, everyone is an ant, and they don't care at all.

It's just that the ants exceeded their expectations, which made the gods very angry.

"My friend, where are you from?" Zeus smiled gently, "Are we friends or enemies?"

"Where am I from?" Xu Youran raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "I come from there, the endless sea of ​​stars. You call yourself gods, have you ever walked out of this world?"

"Walk out of this world?" Zeus frowned slightly, "This is the center of the universe, Mount Olympus is the end of the universe, where are we going?"

Zeus' attitude was very gentle, because he was full of curiosity about this young man.

But his arrogance in his bones has never diminished a bit, the king of gods is not a vain name.

The gods of Mount Olympus were attracted by the strange remarks of this young man.

The universe and starry sky?

We are the center of the entire universe. Besides us, are there other living beings in this world?

Besides us, are there other gods in this world?

It is we who control the birth and death of all things, and we who control the laws governing the movement of heaven and earth.

You actually asked us, have we ever left this world?

"Hahaha... It's really ridiculous..." Xu Youran laughed heartily, "It's really a summer insect that can't be compared to ice. You've been sitting in a well watching the sky for too long."

ps: I wish you all good luck in the Year of the Tiger and all the best!

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