"My lord, we can't continue fighting! If we do, all our men will be wiped out!"
Slut, covered in blood, ran to Leonidas's side and pleaded desperately.
It was horrific, absolutely horrific!
Their Sparta Legion charged forward, and in less than a year they had lost a full 80% of their men. It looked like the remaining 20% were also doomed.
This represents all of Sparta's current fighting force. If they all perish here, their homeland will be doomed as well. A portion of the warriors must be left to return and protect their homeland.
"Charge with me!"
Covered in blood as well, Leonidas sensed the cold, cruel gaze behind him, gritted his teeth, pushed aside his friend Slut, and continued his charge toward the holy city.
He was well aware of Ares's brutality; if they dared to disobey his orders, they would surely be slaughtered. Now, their only chance of survival was to charge forward.
Although the holy city has been shrouded in thick fog since the start of the war, preventing them from knowing the enemy's specific situation, based on their past understanding of Athens, the enemy should have reached their limit by now.
This will be their last hope!
Seeing that he still couldn't persuade his friend, Slut gritted his teeth and rushed forward as well.
There won't be a single coward in Sparta; if we're going to die, we'll all die together!
And so, Leonidas, leading his three hundred personal guards and the last of the Sparta Legion, charged toward the towering holy city on the orders of Ares, the god of war, until they all disappeared into the thick fog, followed by the blood-curdling screams of battle.
As it turned out, Leonidas was wrong. Athens ' strength far exceeded their previous estimates. Even after fighting to the very end, all three hundred guards were killed, leaving only Leonidas. But before him was still that cold armor of white, blue, and black, and his opponent remained as calm and composed as ever.
As the current king of Sparta, Leonidas was naturally strong-willed. After a brief period of despair, he threw away his broken spear, drew his sword from his waist, and, holding his shield in his left hand, continued his Sparta charge.
Even if we are outnumbered, Sparta will still be fearless!
" Sparta!"
They charged forward with a roar, and in the end, the Great Emperor Leonidas was hacked to death by a hail of blades, a truly tragic end.
The moment Leonidas was hacked to death, he lost consciousness, but soon regained it, and felt a clear, tingling sensation from the wounds all over his body.
Without even looking, Leonidas knew, with his absolute control over himself, that his wounds were healing rapidly, but not through his own Self-Healing ability; rather, they were being healed by external forces.
Leonidas was shocked when he opened his eyes.
He had now left the holy city, which was like a meat grinder, and appeared on a vast plain. All he could see were the Sparta legionary warriors, and even beside him was his good friend Slut, who had recently advised him to retreat and preserve the Core Flame.
Slut was lying on the ground, his body severed at the waist, while a woman in black armor was rapidly reconnecting Slut severed body.
After a series of tedious procedures, Slut's severed body was roughly reattached, and then the woman in black armor went to the side to treat the next wounded Sparta warrior.
"I'm sorry, there are too many wounded and too few supplies, so we have to keep things simple!"
As if sensing Leonidas's gaze, the woman in black armor turned her head and gave an apologetic explanation before continuing to tend to the wounded soldier in her hands.
"It's... it's okay, it's already very good!"
A startled Leonidas quickly replied, and after sensing that his friend Slut's aura had stabilized, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did Leonidas have the opportunity to stand up and look into the distance. As far as the eye could see, there were rows of Sparta- style tents, simple yet sturdy, with countless Sparta Legion soldiers moving about busily inside, chatting and laughing with the black-armored warriors who were originally his enemies.
These soldiers should have been killed long ago; in fact, he personally witnessed several of them being blown to pieces on the battlefield of the Holy City, beyond any doubt about their survival.
That holy city possessed a strange ability that greatly suppressed their methods, even preventing them from flying. In the end, they could only engage in close-quarters combat like in ordinary wars, making the war even more brutal and bloody.
"I can see you have a lot of questions!"
Just as Leonidas was filled with doubt, a deep voice sounded from behind him. Leonidas turned around in Inazuma and saw a bald, burly man in golden armor sitting cross-legged in the tent behind him, holding a large watermelon in one hand and a battle sword in the other, slicing it into very regular pieces.
"Try it!"
He picked up a piece and started munching on it, while handing one to Leonidas.
" The Blade of Chaos! He'll probably cry!"
Seeing the large sword, still dripping with watermelon juice, placed aside by the golden-armored giant, Leonidas reluctantly accepted the watermelon offered to him and took a bite.
I must say, it's actually quite sweet!
He recognized the greatsword; it belonged to Kratos, the legendary Sparta Ghost of Sparta of the previous era. And the golden-armored giant was undoubtedly Kratos himself.
"It's alright, it won't be long before he drinks the blood of the God of War, enough to wash away his tears!"
Kratos said nonchalantly as he munched on a watermelon.
"With your intelligence, you should be able to guess some things even without me saying them. You don't need to answer immediately; you can stay here and observe first. Also, don't worry about your hometown; people have already gone there to make preparations. As long as you make the right choice, you can bring all your relatives who are staying in your hometown over."
Seeing that Leonidas had regained his composure, Kratos stood up. He knew that Leonidas was a smart man, and that he didn't need to say anything; Leonidas would see through everything.
If he were truly the king of Sparta, he would surely be able to make the right choice.
"Was everyone saved?"
After a brief silence, Leonidas asked a question, one that concerned him deeply.
"Most of them were saved, but those die-hard fans of the God of War... oh, in your words, fanatics, we didn't bother to treat them, but we gave them a quick death."
Kratos sheathed the Blade of Chaos he had used to cut the watermelon back into its sheath and strode out of the tent.
He still has many things to do, and this war of the gods is nearing its end; it seems that Ares, is about to lose his temper.
It's time for him to make his appearance; he's been waiting for this day for a long time!
"Are most of them still around? Not a bad ending!"
Looking at the endless rows of tents, Leonidas grinned; this ending wasn't so bad after all.
As for the die-hard followers of the God of War who died completely, they are dead and that's that. Sparta's decline in recent years is largely due to the actions of those followers.
While they didn't exactly deserve to die, there was no need to go to the trouble of bringing them back to life, otherwise it would become a problem for Sparta in the future.
Now he needs to examine this new Athens Sanctuary and see if it's worth leading the entire Sparta to its side.
After calming down, he roughly understood what Athena was going to do: she wanted to subjugate the entire Sparta.
Although their true intention was to strengthen Sparta's fighting force to prepare for the upcoming war of the gods, simply put, they wanted Sparta to fight to the death.
But the current situation is extremely strange and dangerous. No one can stay out of it. Soon, the final war of the gods will sweep across the world, and Sparta will be no exception.
Since a war between the gods is inevitable, it might be better to join a more reliable Major God faction, and Athens Sanctuary of Athena seems like a good choice.
At least their logistical support is quite good; they can even revive those whose bodies were blown apart in this Age Without Dao and under the suppression of the Holy City. If they joined here, their Sparta casualties would probably be greatly reduced!
As the war progressed, Ares's forces dwindled in number. After the complete annihilation of the Sparta Legion, the remaining forces were also wiped out.
It wasn't that no one had considered fleeing and retreating; unfortunately, they were all killed by the Berserker God Warrior were acting as oversight officers.
The Berserker God Warrior Legion is Ares's direct warrior legion, composed entirely of powerhouses at the Chief God Level. However, they lack divine authority and cannot receive the blessing of Olympus Divine Mountain, which makes their combat strength weaker than that of orthodox gods.
Even so, these people were extremely powerful, and their numbers were incredibly large, reaching a full thousand.
It's incredible that a Major God only has a thousand Chief God Level warriors under his command; before the cataclysmic change, he wouldn't even dare to take them out in public.
However, when the heavens changed, all the pantheons went to war to fight for Pandora's Box, resulting in a fierce battle that the gods called Ragnarök, during which more than a billion Chief God Level perished.
Even many orthodox deities with divine offices perished, leading to the overall decline of the Divine Dao Great World. Coupled with the subsequent Age Without Dao, many pantheons have yet to recover.
Having slain the last legion attempting to escape the battlefield, Ares, standing atop his chariot, stared grimly at the holy city shrouded in thick fog ahead.
This thick fog is very strange; even he has difficulty seeing through it, so he still doesn't know the specific situation of the Holy City.
However, based on his understanding of the Athens Sanctuary, he had already exhausted his cannon fodder army by now, so the Athens Sanctuary must also be severely weakened and on the verge of collapse.
Now is the time for the real battle of the gods to begin!
A war of gods, a war of gods. How can it be called a war of gods if no Major God participates? Only the fall of one Major God can mark the end of a war of gods.
Today marks the day that vile Athena falls!
"Kill!"
With a sharp shout, Ares decisively led his 500 Berserker God Warrior Legion in a charge towards the Holy City ahead. He firmly believed that with his powerful strength and the brutality of his Berserker God Warrior Legion, a mere city that had reached its limit would inevitably crumble.
Then he would pin that bitch Athena down on these ruins of the holy city and torment her at will, letting her screams echo throughout the entire Athens Sanctuary.
Most importantly, he needs to find the Realm-Breaking Spear left behind by the Ancestor God Pandora. With the Realm-Breaking Spear in hand, he is confident that he can overthrow his father's rule, become the new God King of the Olympian Pantheon, and ultimately win the final war of the gods.