Billions of Meteors

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the Flame Demon Sword, pulled from a crevice in the rock, hummed with exhilaration. A figure with black, tousled hair and Cross Star Pupils gracefully crossed the scorched battlefield.

"Sorry I'm late..."

"Not too early, not too late, just right."

Leonidas, amidst the ruins, laughed heartily, immediately raised his hand, and grasped the outstretched fingers together. He then deflected two stray arrows with his shield and embraced his comrade-in-arms, whom he had met across time and space.

"Haha, what good luck. Looks like I'm going to die with this muscular guy this time. I should at least find a decent beauty to marry."

Caesar patted his clothes, which were now covered in strips of cloth, and nimbly leaped out from the rubble, dodging the incoming Spell projectile while uttering a cheerful rant in an upturned tone.

However, as the Roman Emperor cleared the dust from his eyes and saw this solitary figure, his smug smile froze.

"Uh, Your Majesty Theseus, where is the Athenian army?"

"They're still in the Chaos Sea, held up by the Persian fleet. I wasn't comfortable with that, so I went ahead and headed there."

"Venus, have mercy on me! I've been looking forward to this for so long, but I still have to meet Pluto with you two sweaty men."

"Not necessarily! As long as we hold Hot Spring Pass and wait for the Greek fleet to encircle us from the sea, it's uncertain who will be the prey and who will be the hunter. The Persians should be the ones who are nervous!"

Samael pondered for a moment before answering, his expression calm. His Cross Star Pupils opened, taking in the entire battlefield environment. With a nimble wrist movement, the Flame Demon Sword in his palm, wrapped in Aether Storm, slashed in an arc, forming a tightly defending fan that swept away the scattered attacks.

Occasionally, some escaped, Golden Wings of the Sagittarius Sacred Garments behind the ancient serpent, under the control of divine will, became even more agile than the arms of ordinary people. They swept away arrows, stones, javelins, and Spell projectile, creating a safe zone of 100 meters in radius.

"That's right, the hunt has only just begun! Friends, plug the gaps and don't let the Persians escape!"

Our lives are here, our souls are here! Our glory is here, this is Hot Spring Pass!

Having regained some of his strength, Leonidas laughed heartily, threw his nicked spear, and pierced the eye of a mammoth war elephant, pinning it to the ground. He then drew his short sword, raised his shield, and stepped forward, raising his head to issue a call to arms.

Bang! Bang bang!

Bang! Bang bang!

Bang! Bang bang!

At this moment, hundreds of surviving soldiers helped each other up from the ruins, banged on their shields and gathered in front of the breach, building a new fortress with their flesh and blood, and proudly roaring in unison.

"Sparta!"

To expect a mere hundred men to hold off a Persian army of hundreds of thousands, along with at least a dozen Divine Blood Hero, is utterly insane!

Tsk, a losing deal, that doesn't fit Gaius's aesthetic.

So, the boss is trying to squeeze some money out of Greece! Otherwise, he'll lose big time!

Caesar sensed the earth trembling again amidst the smoke and dust. He slowly drew his golden sword from his waist, put on a gauntlet for his left hand, shook his head helplessly, rubbed his forehead and complained, but his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.

It's here!

At the same time, accompanied by a sharp crack in the air, Samael swung his sword forward, and a blazing red sword light spread out like a bolt of lightning, accurately cleaving apart the talismanic arrows that came from afar.

"It's the Meteor Legion! Raise your shields and defend!"

The experienced Leonidas instantly recognized that the Meteor Legion, one of the two trump cards of the Persians, had already made its appearance, and immediately roared a warning.

Before the words were even finished, the battle-hardened Yanmen defenders had already crouched down on the spot, stacking their shields on top of each other to form a semi-overlapping circular shield-shaped defensive circle. They relied on each other to activate the remaining Sorcery Array on them, constructing an impenetrable mobile fortress.

Immediately, sharp whistling sounds filled the air as a dense barrage of arrows, adorned with shimmering Magecraft patterns, rained down from the sky.

For a moment, the clanging of metal against metal was deafening, but the Yanmen defenders, shrouded in the shield array, remained unmoved.

Just as the arrow rain failed to break through, a beam of golden light mixed in with the arrows fell like a falling object.

The Flame Demon Sword, swung swiftly, shattered the arrow, preventing it from striking the shield formation directly.

The aftershocks of the collision created a powerful wind pressure that swept outwards, and the splashed ether blasted several craters emitting blue smoke into the nearby hard rocks.

Long time no see, Arash...

The ancient serpent's eyes, with their Cross Star Pupils opening and closing, gazed into the distance. A thousand meters away, in a dense forest, the Great Hero of Persia, hidden among the lush foliage, seemed to sense something and cast his gaze, rising to beat his chest in respect.

But then, Arash lowered his arm, placed it on the string without hesitation, drew his longbow, chanted a divine incantation, and poured all his magic into the arrow, aiming at his fearsome opponent.

To appear is to pay tribute to the heroes; to draw the bow is to attack the enemy!

I'm sorry, this is war...

"Plea Arrow dedicated to Apollo of Light and Artemis of the Hunt!"

Just as Arash was preparing to unleash his full power, a clear and melodious voice rang out, and a huge golden-blue Sorcery Array materialized in the sky. Then, ether frantically gathered, and a rain of light arrows, interwoven with gold and silver, rained down from the sky.

Puff puff puff puff!

One by one, the members of the Meteor Legion hidden under the branches and leaves were hit by arrows, screamed in pain, and fell from the branches into the mud, spraying blood.

The sound of something cutting through the air rose again. As Arash leaped and dodged, his brow furrowed. Relying on his keen senses, he locked onto his target, quickly chanted a divine incantation, and fired a sharp arrow into the air.

With precise interception, the two arrows collided, and the powerful shockwave destroyed the surrounding vegetation.

Before Arash could catch his breath, a chilling glint of light pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, once again catching his eye and causing the Great Hero of Persia to furrow his brow.

Besides!

The Great Hero immediately twisted his waist and hastily shot out an arrow, intercepting the second arrow hidden behind the first one at a distance of less than ten meters.

Unexpectedly, the Great Hero of Persia, who should have escaped danger unscathed, was sent flying backward by the blast wave, leaving trails of blood in his wake.

I was careless; there's still one left of the Jujube tree...

"It wasn't two arrows fired in quick succession, it was three arrows fired simultaneously! What amazing archery skills!"

Arash painfully pulled the arrow out of his shoulder and couldn't help but sigh.

"You managed to dodge vital points, you're not bad either."

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Huntress with long, emerald-green hair and brown cat ears emerged from the forest, bow in hand.

"You all go first, leave this to me!"

Atalanta drew an arrow from her quiver, pondering casually.

Several streaks of light flashed past, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart. Arash, who was locked onto by the longbow on the other side, frowned deeply, his eyes filled with gloom.