Experience

The pounding of hooves shook the earth, while banners blotted out the sky.

The Stonehorn Knights formed groups of one hundred, arranging themselves into wall-like formations as they pressed forward toward the mixed Alien Race forces ahead.

The enemies they encountered all came from nearby vassal territories of the Bronze Dragon. Their strength was low and their equipment poor, so they could not withstand the breakthrough at all.

Wave after wave of enemies charged forward. The moment they made contact, they collapsed at astonishing speed. They could not even flee in time, dying beneath the massive hooves of the Stonehorn Beasts and the spears of the Spartan Warriors.

Kratos, charging alone at the front of the battle formation, was even more striking.

His entire body was shrouded in a dense, dark-red aura, as though he were immersed in a blood mist. The Bloodthirsty Twin Blades in his hands spun like rapidly rotating meat grinders, shredding every enemy who blocked his path.

The heavy Perfect Grade armor on his body was as good as nonexistent to him. Bloodlust gleamed in his eyes, and when the battle reached its fiercest, he even let out several unintelligible roars.

The enemies around him were all intimidated. Even when several Hero Units attacked him together, they could not hinder his advance in the slightest.

At that moment, Kratos was like a god of slaughter. Under the influence of Spartan Rage, every enemy he killed made him stronger, and he would never tire.

Kratos's heroic display inadvertently provoked Astinos behind him. This newly born king could no longer suppress his own desire for battle.

After handing command of the Stonehorn Knights to Deimos, he left their ranks with a longsword and round shield, leaped into the enemy horde ahead, and indulged the killing impulse in his