Chapter 601: The Legendary Shot

When the magic weapon is exhausted, every sanctuary magic is petrified.

"Xerxes, you despicable beast!" The Persian magicians scolded Xerxes through gritted teeth during the process of petrification.

Xerxes sealed the space, making these Persian magicians also unable to escape with teleportation magic.

Xerxes in the sky, looking back.

Magicians, warriors, priests, and destiny warlocks of all ranks on one's own side were petrified one after another and fell to the ground.

Their bodies petrified slowly from bottom to top, but they still didn't give up, grabbing the soil with both hands and climbing hard.

It seems that as long as you climb a little more, you will have more hope.

Hope never comes, Medusa's hair never stops.

The red sun jumped out of the horizon and shone on the battlefield.

On the khaki earth covered with dark red spots, a layer of gray-white stone carvings and fragments of stone carvings were slowly covered.

Xerxes turned his head and continued to run away, run away.

There was a dead silence in his heart.

No resentment, no anger, no despair.

Only the deep and endless darkness remained.

"If you want to kill your uncle, you're too tender."

Ajman appeared beside Xerxes.

Xerxes remained expressionless and continued to fly.

Finally, he couldn't hold back, and looked back again.

The head of Medusa has disappeared, and the domain around Su ye has also been recovered.

Mityad stood upright with a shield, and Su ye carried the unconscious Euclid on his back.

In the morning light, Su ye and Xerxes looked at each other.

Afterwards, Su ye slowly raised his right hand and pointed his middle finger at Xerxes.

Xerxes didn't know what this meant, but he knew it was a great humiliation.

The rest of the Greeks didn't know the meaning of Su ye's gesture, but they all imitated Su ye and silently raised their middle fingers at Xerxes.

More than 200,000 middle fingers pointed to the sky, pointing to Xerxes and the Persian fleeing team of less than 1,000 people.

This time, even the Greek generals on the winning side did not have a smile on their faces.

Many people even felt cold all over.

The moment the legendary warrior Mahal shot, the Greeks had already foreseen this moment.

Legendary shot, there is no winner on the battlefield.

Mahal's light blades and attacks did not hit Su ye, but they could fly thousands of meters away.

His attack was obviously only aimed at Su ye. Not only did he kill thousands of Persians, he even killed thousands of Greek soldiers.

In the second battle, far more Greek soldiers died at the hands of Mahal alone than at the hands of a million Persian troops.

It is precisely because of Mahal's shot that the Greek side can counterattack infinitely.

Nearly a million Persians were killed by the Shield of Medusa.

Facing an army of millions, there is still hope of survival.

But in the battle of legends, in the face of demigods, there is no hope.

Many dared not even touch the petrified Persians.

Su ye returned to Proguan with Euclid on his back.

After the treatment of Medels, Euclid regained his health, but due to the exhaustion of magic power and physical strength, he needed to rest.

He suffered fewer injuries than those sanctuary mages whose magic power was drained.

The army silently cleaned up the battlefield and prepared silently.

The temple carriage hovered quietly in the sky, and the generals below hardly bothered to look at them.

In the carriage space of the Temple of Zeus, the adjudicator and the priests froze for a long time without saying a word.

"You guys, what do you think of this battle?" The voice of Aldis, the arbiter of the Temple of Zeus, spread throughout the carriage.

"I believe in the previous battle reports."

"I don't believe it, not because they overreported, but because they clearly underreported."

"The number of people in the first round is uncertain. The number of kills in the second round should be an integer, one million." said Meng Ente, the arbiter of the Sun Temple.

Everyone nodded subconsciously.

Who dares to count now!

Those older priests were silent, they secretly communicated with each other with their eyes, but never said a word.

Ordinary people see only battles on the battlefield,

But they can feel the attention of the gods here from the clues.

Aldis straightened his body slowly, a light flashed in his eyes, and his cloudy eyes became clear.

"The Tribunal of the Gods is dispatched and cannot return empty-handed."

Many people trembled slightly.

"Divert to the headquarters of the coalition forces and go to Tempe Valley. I will stay in the sky above Tempe Valley. Since they think that Mitiad of Proguan and Suye are passively confronting and deceiving the gods, then I want to see , how they actively fight, how to please the gods!"

The priests and judges secretly sighed.

The coalition headquarters is about to endure a bloodbath.

All the temple carriages turned around and flew towards Tempe Valley.

Mityad looked up at the backs of those carriages, turned back to the camp with a cold face.

On the carriage of the Temple of Nemesis, several people were talking in low voices.

One of the old priestesses whose skin was wrinkled into bark snorted coldly.

"Su Ye's aura of rebellion against fate is so strong that my snake whip trembles slightly. When the war is over, I will hunt him down myself!"

In the carriage, Andre and the two priestesses who had been following Su ye were ecstatic.

This one is the arbiter of the Temple of Nemesis!

A legendary priest!

Andre lowered his head slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Suye, goodbye. Although it's a pity, I want you to die even more!"

In the early morning of Puluoguan, the sun caresses everyone's face like the wind.

The logistics staff and some soldiers are still busy.

The inventory of that battle last night has not been completed, and now the second inventory will continue, at least until the evening.

Everyone entered Su ye's heavenly fortress again to heal their injuries and restore their strength.

Afterwards, General Mityad held a high-level meeting, not only the generals and magicians in the army, but also all the gold ranks and a few silver rank generals.

Hundreds of people sat in the hall.

Some were smiling, some were flat, and some were worried.

In a very calm tone, Mitiades summarized the two battles, then pointed out the shortcomings of the two Greek armies, criticized several generals who did not do well enough, and then affirmed some excellent generals. All the praise was given to Su ye alone.

Everyone present was convinced. In these two battles, Su ye and the magic servant killed more Persians alone than each general led before this battle.

Mitaiyad was praising Su ye endlessly, when suddenly, a four-winged magic eagle rushed into the army tent and flew straight in front of Mitaiyad.

Everyone's expression turned serious. This is the highest-level magic messenger in the coalition headquarters, and it will only be used for urgent matters.

The Four-winged Magic Falcon flew in front of Mitaiyad, lowered its head slightly, and said in a very strange tone: "I have seen the distinguished general Mitaiyad, this is an urgent military situation from the coalition headquarters. Chirp..."

As he spoke, he handed the black paw in front of Mityad, loosened the paw, and put down a wooden pipe.

It was the first time Su ye saw this kind of four-winged magic eagle. It was covered in black feathers and stood as tall as a four or five-year-old child, with a wingspan of more than three meters.

The pale golden feathers around its neck showed its identity as a golden monster.

The four-winged magic eagle is the fastest-flying monster known to be contracted by humans, even surpassing giant dragons, second only to a very small number of wind elemental beings.

Mityad opened the wooden tube, took out the white paper inside, and put it on his command book, and the handwriting naturally appeared on the white paper.

He read it carefully, taking one last look at the seal at Union headquarters.

"Chirp..." The four-winged magic eagle clumsily walked to the table next to Mityad, turned around and stood up straight, looking straight ahead like a statue, with its eyes motionless.

In the eyes of everyone searching, Mitiayd pinched the magic letter between his fingers and said: "There are two messages. One is that Gilgamesh has set off and led all the remaining Persian troops to Tempe Valley. The second The news is that the coalition headquarters hopes that the Knights of the Protectorate will send troops to Olusong City, and then attack the Persian army from behind."

"Fart!" a grumpy general yelled.

"Are they crazy?"

"Let the Tribunal of the Gods trouble us first, and now ask the cavalry to attack the city, and then flank the army of maybe three million? Where's their face?"

"If we just go around to the back of the Tempe Valley from the rear to reinforce them, I can accept it, but it is too vicious to let 90,000 of us rush out of the city, walk a day's journey to attack the city, and then attack the Persian army! "

"This is no rescue, it's just killing us again!"

There was an explosion in the military tent, and the generals cursed.

Especially the cavalry general, who scolded the worst.

Isn't this just letting yourself die?

The four-winged magic eagle tilted its head slightly, looking at these humans curiously.

Mityad stretched out his hand to caress the back of the Four-winged Magic Falcon, and the Four-winged Magic Falcon immediately narrowed its eyes and let out a small whirring sound from its throat.

"They're waiting for my reply, Suye, what do you think?" Mitaiad said.

"I can't control the infantry in Puluoguan, but the cavalry must not move, because both the soldiers and the horses are too tired. Even if there is a heavenly fortress to help, I am not sure if there is any hidden danger. You must rest today." Su Ye said.

The generals breathed a sigh of relief.

Mityad nodded and asked, "Medels, what about you?"

"I obey the orders of General Su Ye." Medels said.

Mitiad was stunned for a moment, and everyone was puzzled. Medels seldom said this in formal occasions.

Mitiade showed a weird smile, and said, "With today's contribution, Su ye can be promoted to general."

Everyone suddenly realized.

Everyone looked at Su ye happily, but after a moment, everyone's eyes were filled with something.

Seventeen-year-old general, Hercules is not so strong.

A general sneered and said, "Since it was called by the temple and it was a battle for all of Greece, then you, God of War Mountain in Athens, and even the headquarters of the coalition army are not qualified to deny Su Ye's contribution. Unless the gods personally deny it, Su Ye will definitely be promoted after this battle." general."

The Athenians felt uncomfortable listening.

"Don't underestimate the despicability of those old bureaucrats and nobles. They can admit Su Ye's achievements, and then find Su Ye's fault. They will do everything possible to prevent Su Ye from being promoted to general."

"If Su ye can't be promoted to general, I will quit!"

"Yes, if Su Ye can't be promoted to general, I will leave Athens immediately!"

"Hurry up and come to our Sparta."

"You are welcome in Macedonia."