Me, Hydra

The overall momentum of the three hundred forbidden guards was so connected that no one could probably tell it was hundreds of guards if they closed their eyes and simply felt it from one's sixth sense.

Every other Spartan Praetorian Guard was silent, even if they needed help, they only needed to cast a glance at each other to know what the other was thinking.

The stirrup is one of those rare inventions in history that was simple and changed the course of history. Before there were stirrups, riding a horse in ancient times was a chore, because when the horse galloped or leaped, the rider, sitting in the saddle with his feet dangling overhead, had to clench his legs against the horse's body: at the same time, he had to grip the horse's mane firmly with his hands to prevent him from falling off the horse.

Even when Alexander the Great led his army across Central Asia, his horsemen had to straddle the saddle with their legs overhanging their horses, with nothing to support them.

The invention of the stirrup made it easier to ride horses, connected men and horses as one, and freed the hands of those on horseback, allowing cavalrymen to ride and shoot at the galloping horses, as well as swinging the horses from left to right to complete military movements.

It was the stirrup that made it possible to mass-produce the cavalry, the great weapon of the ancient battlefield.

As he watched the corpses flying around the Spartan army, Hercules, who was on the other side, frowned. He then looked at Perseus beside him.

"Marshal, we can't let them continue to be so arrogant."

Upon hearing that, Perseus nodded, but didn't rightly reply to Hercules' words, but instead dropped his gaze deadly on Quintus.

Quintus was undoubtedly the focal point of the battlefield, the flipping blades of chaos in his hands constantly harvesting life after life. The flipping chains were like the scythe of death as they continued to fall on one Greek soldier after another.

Taking a breath, Perseus' gaze was cold.

"A bloodline worthy of my father... Unfortunately, it has gone astray! Hercules! Stop them from advancing!"

At the words, Hercules nodded, and with a war hammer of no mortal quality in his hand, Hercules appeared abruptly in the path of Quintus's impact.

Seeing Hercules' appearance, Quintus' eyes glazed over.

"Five teams for one! No more than ten meters away from each other, spread out the assault!!!"

As he said that, Quintus stood on the warhorse's ridge and lunged.

The chainblade in his hand was left far behind by Quintus.

"This is the beginning of my revenge!"

As he said that, Quintus' hands swung forward, and the chain connecting the hilt to his arm instantly made a startled crunching sound. The chaos blade at the end of the chain was even more straightforward as it lashed out at Hercules' lute bone.

The pipa bone that is the collarbone, with chains or hooks through the collarbone, will not lead to bleeding to death, nor affect walking, but also the waste of the upper limbs, can not resist, but also effectively prevent escape, can be said to be escorting or guarding the prisoner the most convenient economic effective and reliable non-lethal means.

And more importantly, this bone is basically no muscle or fat layer of protection, even a normal person can feel the fragility of its protection. Underneath the pipa bone was the brachial plexus, and once the pipa bone was destroyed, it basically meant that one hand was completely useless.

Tightening his grip on the hammer in his hand to knock the drawn Chaos Blade away, Hercules tensed his muscles.

"I will stop you."

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Until after I got stuck in the wall....

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"Touch-"

The hammer in Hercules' hand easily knocked the Chaos Blade in Quintus' hand into the rocks in the ground beside him.

But Quintus didn't hesitate, and with a shake of his hands, a powerful tendon instantly shattered the ground around the Chaos Blade.

Quintus then violently tugged on the chain, and the band of Chaos Blade connected to the chain and the huge rock shot towards Hercules in front of him.

At the sight, Heracles frowned, then lowered his body's center of gravity, his waist exerting power, and Heracles' unique fury instantly surged forth.

With a swing, a whitish shockwave burst out from Hercules' hand, and where it passed, even the land was exposed to underground rock layers. But it wasn't enough to make Quintus flinch.

"Touch-"

The boulder being harnessed by the Chaos Blade was instantly shattered, and the Chaos Blade within it was also knocked aside due to the violent power that Hercules emitted.

Seeing the boulder and the blade of chaos being shattered and knocked flying, Quatrefoil's hands slammed in, and the chains connecting the blade of chaos instantly wrapped around Quatrefoil's arms, crossing his hands forward. The violent shockwave knocked Quintus out of the trees, stopping only after hitting several Greek soldiers along the way.

"Whew...powerful blow...but that won't stop me from getting my revenge."

As he said that, Quintus stood up with a grimace.

Shaking the dirt off his body, Quintus dragged the Chaos Blade slowly towards Hercules.

Looking at Quintus in front of him. Hercules frowned.

Hercules had a brief encounter with Quintus at the Spartan Gala, and that encounter had impressed Hercules deeply.

The reason was simple: Hercules was an uncompromising genius. Not only did he have the divine blood of Zeus in his veins, but he had also sucked Hera's breast milk and received Athena's blessing when he was first born.

Apart from Raze, Hercules was the first time he had ever seen someone who could actually fight him for several rounds without being defeated.

Although that fight was ultimately ended due to Hydra's intervention, Hercules still remembered this brother of his....

Although Quintus certainly wouldn't admit it....

"We're brothers, we have absolutely no need to kill each other. You were compelled by Hydra, Zeus is your father ah..."

"I told you, I don't have a father..."

"It was a misunderstanding..."

"Then there's no need to undo it."

As he said that, Quintus violently swung the chain blade in his hand.

Like a razor, the chi energy attached to the chain blade cut the surrounding barren grass with ease.

"If Zeus condoning that wicked woman Hera to insult my mother was a misunderstanding, you then means that my fighting you was also a misunderstanding, and that my being part of the Spartan Praetorian Army was also a misunderstanding, just as much as the existence of the patricidal me is a misunderstanding! Now that so many misunderstandings have been made! Then there's no need to go to the trouble of revealing it! Just cut everything off at the source! The Spartan ban!"

"Change of formation! Surround Hercules!!!"

"Oh!!!"