Too Difficult, Too Difficult 3/4

Meanwhile, in Uruk during a storm.

"Get down here, you bastard!"

With a roar, Leonidas took a running start and rushed to the edge of the city wall. As his muscles bulged, he squeezed out all the divine power within him and hurled his spear with all his might.

In an instant, the Spartan King was covered in numerous dense, tearing wounds from his arms, chest, to his abdomen and thighs, with nearly a spurt of dark blood gushing out like arrows.

At the same time, the spear, bearing a trace of Zeus's divine power and Heracles's innate strength, was enveloped in golden lightning, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, its tip swift and fiery.

"Puff!"

"Aww!"

Amidst a piercing scream, the Blue Dragon Bashum, who was directly commanding the magical beasts, had its hard, reverse scales covering its chest shatter, and its heart was instantly pierced through.

As the spear could no longer withstand the pressure and disintegrated inch by inch, the dragon, its heart ripped open, spewed out bluish-black venomous blood.

Its towering, mountain-like body crashed to the ground, finally plunging into the wasteland, splashing mud and water dozens of meters high.

After several struggles, Bashum was no longer able to get up, and his Serpent Eyes gradually lost their last glimmer of light.

"Roar! Roar roar!"

"Sparta! Sparta!"

The Uruk soldiers on the city walls brandished their broken, chipped weapons and roared with exhilaration.

The priests and witches on both sides immediately carried the Spartan King, who had fallen backward, to a quiet corner to treat him.

"With the Warcraft commander dead, have those weaklings retreated?"

However, this Sparta warrior, with an iron will, insisted on staying at the front line for treatment, while also inquiring about the battle situation.

"Refund! Refund!"

"The Astrology Platform also sensed that the Temple of Blood's reaction had disappeared!"

"Lord Leonidas, we have won!"

The soldiers running down from the watchtower pointed at the monsters scattering across the wasteland, their excitement overflowing.

"Send two thousand men to support the South Gate!"

Seeing that the situation at the North Wall had eased, Leonidas was just about to redeploy troops to relieve the pressure at the south gate.

However, the Spartan King noticed the monsters splitting off and fleeing to both sides, and his keen battlefield senses made him subconsciously detect something strange.

"No! If the monsters are retreating, they should be moving towards the Fir Forest of the Great Demon Camp!"

"They... they're running away!"

The only thing that could make these violent monsters avoid is a terrifying entity that triggers their thirst for power.

Upon realizing this, Leonidas's pupils contracted sharply, and he stiffened his injured body, raising his arms and roaring.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"All personnel on high alert!"

The moment he roared, plumes of scorched red and black smoke rose from the earth.

Like a raging tide of red and black, it swept across the ruins of Babylon, engulfed Nippur, and reached the North High Platform in just a few tens of minutes.

Those magical beasts that were a step too slow and lingered on the wasteland were instantly swallowed up by the red and black waves.

This tar-like substance covered the beasts' fur, seeped into their flesh and blood, poured into their mouths and noses, and dragged these organic lives one by one into the abyss.

As the bodies of those monsters writhed and deformed, their shells, completely covered by Red-black Mudflow, were transformed into the bizarrely shaped Lahmu.

They let out eerie cackling laughter, rising one by one from the waves and then taking flight like a swarm of black locusts.

"Waaah!"

The people on the wall were terrified, their faces turning pale.

At the same time, a mournful horn sounded throughout Uruk, Leonidas, having received the signal, suddenly stood up and let out a deafening roar.

"The Magecraft has activated the secret ritual! First Guard unit, advance!"

"Nabisthin's Tooth, pull anchor!"

With a loud shout, the Magecraft crushed the magic crystals they were clutching in their hands.

Amidst the strained and obscure chanting, a massive Sorcery Array, stretching for ten miles and enveloping the entire North Wall, capable of cleaving the wasteland and the defensive line, immediately lit up.

The elite troops that Leonidas had deployed last did not hesitate to drop their spears, put on lighter swords and shields, rush to the edge of the city wall, and leap down.

The swooping wind dragons, with a whooshing sound, caught their Riding and charged towards the open space outside the Babylonia defenses, which was about to be submerged.

As the fearless soldiers dispersed, they precisely inserted the Magic Crystals, engraved with intricate incantations, into various areas of the Sorcery Array.

Instantly, the earth trembled violently, and tens of thousands of giant pillars, resembling wild boar tusks, burst forth from the ground, rising to a height of ten meters in an instant.

"Bang!"

The crimson-black waves, like magma, crashed down, but the jagged, jagged fangs that grew from the earth somehow managed to stop the spread of the black tide.

After neutralizing the kinetic energy of these mudflows, Nabisthin's Tooth firmly blocked them from the outside.

"Roar!"

However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, a loud bang came from the direction of Mount Epiph, and the ground trembled so badly that the defenders almost lost their footing.

Even denser black tides surged down from the broken mountain peaks.

Even more deadly, one after another, bizarrely shaped Lahmu rose up, laughing wickedly as they gathered in the sky above the wasteland, passing over Nabisthin's Tooth, and charging toward Uruk.

We're caught in a pincer attack; it's over!

Some people, who were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen.

"Stand up!"

"Even if they die, Sparta men should make their enemies kneel while they stand tall!"

Leonidas, covered in blood, pounded his shield like a flag fluttering in a gale, dispelling the despair in the hearts of the collapsing soldiers with intense pride and honor.

"Roar!"

The soldiers roared hysterically, squeezing all their fear and hesitation out of their chests through these sounds, making their blood boil for this moment.

The exhausted Uruk warriors, fearless and relentless, huddled together in formation and fought alongside the swooping Lahmu, completely disregarding the precarious South Gate that served as their rear.

Just as the boundless darkness was about to completely engulf Uruk, a woman's explosive shout resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Its fiery form, like a phoenix burning fiercely, resembled a blazing star plummeting from the sky, crashing powerfully into the surging red and black waves on the ground.

"Blazing flames can also burn away even the gods!"

In an instant, the blazing sunlight swept across the filthy mess, and the red and black blood surged and dissipated, turning into wisps of blue smoke.

Conversely, when humans bathe in such sunlight, it's like soaking in a hot spring; their whole body radiates warmth, skin wounds heal rapidly, and magic slowly recovers.

As expected of the pinnacle of Good God!

Leonidas looked at the wounds on his body that had almost completely healed, and couldn't help but glance back at Nanmen, filled with admiration.

But at this moment, he had no time to spare; the Spartan King returned to the battlefield to organize an interception of Lahmu's army.

At this moment, although Quetzalcoatl's all-out attack purified a large area of land, the ghosts and Lahmu who had bypassed the area covered by the flames gathered together.

The entire southern part of the country is completely indefensible.