The World of Deities Chapter 868: Heroes are coming

"But..."

Palos lowered her head suddenly, tears falling.

"I'll send you to the Giant Hills." Su Ye sighed.

"Perhaps, they won't show up..."

"Do you believe it yourself?" Su Ye stroked Palos' long hair.

"Let's do it, I'll be with you until you start fighting, okay?" Palos raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes.

Su Ye slowly wiped Palos' tears and nodded.

"Then let's go!" Palos nodded vigorously.

Su Ye kissed her on the forehead, standing on the magic flying carpet surrounded by 120 demigods, and flew forward.

Titan gods are tall, and their **** city is also exceptionally large.

The ruins all over the ground are just rubble in the eyes of Titans, but in the eyes of humans, they are endless peaks, as short as tens of meters and as high as thousands of meters.

Arriving ten kilometers away from the rocky ruins, Su Ye began to summon his servants.

Di Aotian, Hell Unicorn, Icewind Queen, Ghost Hive, Three Hell Dragons and Champion Hell Knight.

The servants are outside, and the demigods are still disguised as metal soldiers, either around or in the sky.

As the ruins approached, black shadows jumped out from both sides, and finally formed an encirclement.

Most of the young aristocratic warriors stood on the ruins, looking at Su Ye and Palos with a smile, just like a student spring outing.

And their hundreds of god-selected entourages became the main force in the battle, surrounding Su Ye.

A strong heroic breath rushed to the sky.

The pale white vigorous rings visible to the naked eye spread across the heroes, like ripples on the lake, continuously spreading, encountering, and overlapping.

The white air blows flying sand and rocks, and the whirring wind pierces the eardrum.

In the process of overlapping white rings of vitality, the aura of the heroes gradually increased.

One of the strongest forces of the Greek warrior, the hero is agitated.

When there are enough legends, heroes and demigods, every Greek hero will gain unparalleled power.

Enough to siege the demigods.

Su Ye smiled and looked around the heroes present, occasionally showing surprise. Although there are no top heroes like Acdes or Achilles, there are famous heroes no less inferior to them.

Under the dark starry sky, the night wind hunts.

Tramon, one of the heroes of the Golden Fleece Expedition, stands high on the mountain peak.

His son Aas, known as one of the strongest of the young generation, can even head-to-head with Achilles, is sitting beside him, stroking the yellowed lion head on the armor, and looking over calmly.

Peleus, Achilles' father, a city-state king, stands against a mountain wall.

Agros, with his hands behind his back, walks slowly.

The brothers Idas and Linkus stood in the path of Suye, one with a spear and the other with a bow.

The Hercules Tifis side facing Su Ye, squatted on the ground, grabbed the star rock, and gently held it tightly. The fine sand dust flowed from his hand, spread out his hand, and the dust dissipated with the wind.

Agamemnon, who had been seen in the arena, was fully armed and gleaming like a gilded rooster.

His brother Menelaus looked at Su Ye mockingly, holding the helmet in his left hand and playing with the red mane on the top of the helmet in his right hand.

Leonida and Pollux looked dim and sighed from time to time.

Little white-faced Castor looked guilty.

……

They are all first-class heroes, and their reputations in their respective city-states are only slightly weaker than Hercules, not inferior to Achilles.

The blood of the gods in their bodies far exceeds that of ordinary heroes.

They have a title slightly higher than that of ordinary heroes.

God's hero!

They are half of Greece, and the other half are Acdes and Achilles.

Su Ye looked at these heroes with a faint smile, and said: "I really didn't expect that when the Egyptians went north, they didn't see you; when the Nordic people went south, they didn't see you; when the Persians came east , I didn’t see you. I, Su Ye alone, can attract all of you. I don’t know if this is my honour or if you are too good at fighting in the nest."

A very small number of young aristocrats have a look of shame on their faces. The older heroes may have regrets, but most of them have a cold expression.

"Su Ye, you have to die! Palos, you still have a chance to abandon the dark and cast the light!" A familiar voice sounded.

Su Yexun's reputation goes, Menelaus, the second prince of Mycenae, a demigod noble who was beaten badly by himself in the arena of Sparta.

"The little trash living in the crotch of the demigod family, do you dare to come over?" Su Ye smiled like a kind old neighbor.

Menelaus turned pale with anger.

The hero Aas sits on a two-hundred-meter mountain with a light cloak behind him.

Beside him, Tramon with white temples folded his arms around his chest.

Tramon let go of his arm, and a voice of divine power spread throughout the audience.

"Su Ye, at this time, there is no need to say too much. We don't want to kill you, but the oracle is the highest." Tramon said.

Su Ye's face suddenly sneered, and said: "Tramon, right? Back when you participated in the Golden Fleece Expedition and came back on the Argo, you remembered those dead friends and the chaos The mark of flying heaven, do you also want to say that the oracle is supreme?"

The expressions of many heroes on the scene changed drastically. At least a quarter of the heroes had participated in the Golden Fleece expedition that year, and at least half of the rest were closely related to these quarters.

"You are still too young to know that the gods have planned a direction for you." Tramon said.

Su Ye nodded and said: "Yes, what you said is correct."

Speaking, Su Ye stretched his finger and passed everyone in front of him.

"The gods have already planned the direction for you. You old heroes, in the direction planned by the gods, in the battlefield delineated by the gods, fight with monsters, fight with demons and demons, and even fight with the Greeks. After death, enter heaven. Your son... Tramon, you participated in the Golden Fleece expedition. Where is your son Aas, what kind of expedition will he participate in? I think about it, is it a Persian expedition, an Egyptian expedition, or... Troy expedition?"

A very few Greek heroes were shocked and looked at Su Ye in disbelief.

"Aas, then, your son will continue to participate in the next expedition just like you. Your grandson, your grandson’s son, and your ancestors for generations will walk in this divine plan. Along the way. Don’t you think it’s a bit familiar? Pigs are like this too."

Su Ye smiled and looked around all the heroes.

All the nobles are unnamed and angry.

Su Ye's eyes are like looking at a group of pigs.

"So what? We are originally the people of the gods, and we are the lives created by the gods. Isn't it right to give everything to the gods?" Menelaus shouted.

"The problem is that human beings are not created by gods. Gods can only create angel puppets without emotions." Su Yedao.

"You bullshit!" Menelaus said angrily.

"I'm not interested in listening to any **** oracle," Aas stood up suddenly, his skin under the stars like brass smeared with olive oil, "I came to this ruin just to fight you. Because of Hagrid Si said, now you are stronger than me, only weaker than Achilles and him."

"Hercules misunderstood." Su Ye smiled.

"Oh?" Aas's brown-green eyes were full of doubt.

"The current me is better than Achilles." Su Ye smiled.

Aas was taken aback for a moment and laughed.

Many nobles and heroes laughed...

All of their smiles suddenly froze.

A full 150 legendary incarnations emerged behind Su Ye.

Almost everyone takes a step back instinctively.

"You, really may not be his opponent." Palos sighed.

"No, they can't even beat my apprentice servant. Di Aotian, Aas wants to challenge you." Su Yedao.

The three-meter-high Di Aotian twisted his neck, lifted up his thick thick legs, and walked forward slowly.

Everyone in the audience looked over and looked at this monster in disbelief. The half-artifact aura rushed into the sky, and each hand wore three rows of magic rings. In the uncovered position of the half-artifact, the pale red dragon scales flashed smoothly. Bright.

This is a real demigod!

"What race is this? Goblins are not like goblins, demons are not like demons, and dragons are not like dragons." Leonidas looked at Di Aotian dumbly.

"Dragon Goblin." Su Ye said.

"He is your apprentice servant? What is the name of the proud flame goblin?"

"Yes."

"Your servant can be promoted from an apprentice to a demigod, and you are a legend?"

"I am a hero magician."

Su Ye's voice made the hearts of all the nobles tremble.

Apart from Socrates in Greece, there has never been a heroic magician.

At this time, the dragon goblin Aotian stretched out his sharp index finger and claws and hooked towards Aas.

"Su Ye~IndoMTL.com~Your humiliation makes me angry! I want to beat this big man of unknown race to death, put it into a ball, and then stuff it into your mouth to block your humiliation. A big mouth!"

After Aas finished speaking, he was slightly short, slammed on the broken hill, and jumped high.

He is like a little giant in a golden armor, throwing his fist at Earth Aotian empty-handed.

Strongs of divine power gush out from behind him, condensing into a blood-colored sky densely covered with red clouds.

The demigod warfare system, the crimson sky.

A power that can only be used by the descendants of Zeus.

Above his fist, **** clouds surround, surging divine power roars and entangles, like **** thunder.

This punch can smash an entire city.

Di Aotian grinned, and jumped like a short body, and punched out. The magical power of the magical creatures turned into black flames all over his body, condensed in his right fist.

Boom...

The two circles intersect, and the dazzling divine light explodes.

The hero Aas is like hitting a huge wall, flying backwards, crashing into the rocky hill, and the rocks are flying.

Di Aotian just shook his figure, slowly falling, shaking his sour right hand gently.

Everyone looked dull.

Including Palos.

Di Aotian and King Sledgehammer have always been very famous in Sparta. Whether they are priests or nobles, most of them are concerned about Spartan's gladiator king, and most of them have heard of this name.

"Su Ye, did you lie to them? He really is Di Aotian?" Palos asked.

"Kissing?" Di Aotian turned his head to look at the mistress in doubt.

Castor in the distance couldn't help saying: "It really is Di Aotian. When Di Aotian was black iron, I was Silver. Now, he is a demigod, and I am the sanctuary. I still Not as good as a goblin?"

"Don't say it, it's not as good." Leonida rubbed his temples.