Me, Hydra

With a cry of response, shuttle after shuttle that had been swimming in the middle of the battlefield instantly finished turning around to surround Hercules.

"What the..."

Picking up the Chaos Blade with a grimace, Quintus said indifferently.

"One of the biggest mistakes you've made is underestimating the execution of the Spartan army, and our hearts are linked! We are soul mates! There is only one man you face from start to finish, and his name is Sparta."

As he said that, the momentum of the formation with the Spartan forbidden army changed abruptly, as if it was a whole, and Quintus was like a war spear thrust together in this whole "!!!"

In the meantime, Hercules fiercely knitted his brows, for to Hercules' senses, Quintus' attack seemed to be projected from all sides together.

"Is the airplane locked...?"

In the meantime, Hercules narrowed his eyes. The airplane could be seen here as so the muscular course of action, the airplane being locked another way of explaining it was now that Quintus had been added to the effect of the inevitable hit as well as the invincible slam.

Taking a breath, Hercules' brow eased to think, but the look on its face grew more serious.

A pause and a sideways movement. Hercules' toes were clasped tightly to the ground, the muscles on his body emitted a dark red luster, and the violent power emitted from his spine extended all over his body. The fury of its power even rubbed the shredded grass around it continuously through its pores, and even its hair began to stretch skyward. As if wringing his entire body into one, Hercules gritted his teeth and said, "Since you can't dodge, I'll crush you head-on!"

As he said that, Hercules violently swung the full force of his hand.

Seemingly slowly but quickly, in a split second Hercules' hammer crossed the chainblade in Quintus' hand.

"Zee,"

Only now did Hercules understand what Quintus meant by "soul-connected".

At the moment of the collision, Hercules felt that he was wrestling with 300 forbidden soldiers at the same time.......

"The battlefield isn't a ring, what's needed here is teamwork. Your formations...really suck."

As he said that, some sarcasm rose up on Quintus' face.

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Volume 1: Text - 103 - Small victories

"Bump, bump, bump, -"

The blade that was as dense as rain was constantly unleashing its exclusive fury on Hercules.

This was the fury of the Chain Blade, although the cultivation of the Chain Blade was extremely difficult, once the holder of the Chain Blade took the upper hand in battle, an even more violent series of blows would follow.

"The process and direction of the force of your muscles and bones around your body are all under my control! I can learn how to dodge your attacks as fast as I can, and I can find the flaw in your defense as fast as I can!"

As he spoke, the chainblade in Quintus' hand was like an auger out of water, shooting at Hercules' left ankle.

Drawing back to dodge, but feeling a chill in the back of his mind for a moment in the air, he turned to look, and it was true.

A Spartan guard threw a short spear draped over his horse at the back of Hercules' head.

It was always known that there was no way to displace in the air, as there was simply not enough to borrow from.

Gritting his teeth, Hercules forcibly moved his head half an inch sideways despite the damage to his body, but even so, the short, sharp spear still cut against Hercules' cheek.

The sharp edge down the river caused Hercules' face more than a bloodstain, and the metal contained in the "arsenic element" is constantly interfering with the repair work of the divine cells on Hercules' flesh.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the person in front of you, and you'll be able to see how much you've been missing.

Glancing at his left shoulder, Hercules' appearance became even more gloomy.

His own left shoulder was already swollen, and there was even a faint bruise beneath the wheat-colored skin he took.

"Stretched ligaments... off at a time like this?..."

As he thought about it, Hercules stood up with a war hammer in one hand.

Ligaments connect bone to bone and relative tendons to muscle. Ligaments come from collagen. If a ligament is bent beyond its physiological range, such as a sprain or forced stretch, it can lengthen or rupture. And if the ligament itself is completely ruptured, it may also tear away the bone where it attaches, creating a potential joint dislocation, subluxation, or even complete dislocation....

Just to dodge the war spear that was coming from the back of his head, Hercules' head violently twisted to the right, and this large movement unsurprisingly left damage to Hercules' body.

However, it was fortunate that Hercules had chosen to dodge to the right the moment he dodged, but if he had dodged to the left, then Hercules' right hand, which he now used to hold the weapon, would have been useless. Now although it was the left hand that was useless, but Hercules' entire body of kung fu was usually in the right hand, even if some special battle techniques needed to be released with both hands, but at the very least, it retained a share of battle power.

"From the beginning this was a war. And this is more of a battlefield than a Spartan gladiatorial arena. Don't resent me, the battlefield focuses on teamwork, and if you're going to be your individual hero on the battlefield, you might as well be a lone assassin..."

As he spoke, Quintus grimly dragged his chainblade slowly closer to Hercules before him.

"I will prove my vengeance with your blood, but this is only the beginning, in a short while in the middle of hell, you and Zeus will meet."

"...Cut, that guy yah..."

As he said that, Hercules narrowed his eyes.

Although he was in a desperate situation, as long as he wasn't completely dead, there was always a chance of a turnaround!

All the while, just as Hercules was about to burn himself to get immortal divinity for the final battle, suddenly!

With a golden blade in hand, Perseus led a force of men through the Spartan forbidden lines.

Riding a horse that scattered golden light, Perseus used the golden blade of said one to push Quintus back.

"Hercules! Get out of here! This is not where you should fall in the future!"

As he said that, Perseus pulled Hercules up behind him, then clamped his horse's belly, and the white colt covered in golden armor let out a long, crisp cry.

"Retreat!!!"