Me, Hydra

"Moo--!!!"

As they roared, the Minotaur tribe bravely rushed towards the Centaur clan, and although it was only the first time they met, all of the Minotaurs rose from the bottom of their hearts in displeasure when faced with the same Centaur posture and the Centaur clan.

And Brandwalden also let out a hideous maniacal laugh.

"I'd like to see what tricks you mooing beasts can turn up!!!"

As he said that, Brandwalden charged once more, the heavy steel armor on his body constantly making muffled clashing sounds as he moved, like a low roar from a death god.

Narrowing his eyes, Hercules also quickly rushed into the battlefield.

"Leave the Nimian Fierce Lion to me! I'll never let him go this time!"

At the news, Khairon nodded thoughtfully and looked at Hercules' back, but there was not much worry in Khairon's eyes, for Khairon knew that with Hercules' destiny, he would never fall here.

On the battlefield, the Spartan army, led by the Minotaur tribe, officially began to engage.

Looking at the centaurs rushing towards him, Kane Bloodhoof let out an oozing roar, and the power attached to the Rune Battle Axe instantly cut a centaur's person and body in two.

But at that moment, another group of centaurs burst out of the dead end of its sight, relying on its muscled waist. This centaur warrior, whose face was still somewhat young, leapt up high and made a powerful, smooth chop to its shoulder without hesitation.

But the result seemed unexpected, it would have been at least a bone deep wound in the centaur's imagination, but it seemed to be merely a modest gulp.

That's when Kane's voice sounded slowly.

"Even our fur toughens under berserking, and the soul connection makes me and my four other brothers share the damage done...do you think it's possible to hurt someone when you're sharing that kind of force with four people?!"

As he said that, Kane Bloodhoof crushed its skull with a backhand.

Right after Kane crushed the centaur warrior's skull, a golden beam of light fell on its body. Under the beam's illumination, the wound almost instantly finished bleeding, scarring, and recovering.

There was no need to ask, it must be a Soul Walker's skill....

And looking at Mirotaunos, who was able to kill on top of suppressing Blandwalden, Karon thought and then waved a large hand.

"Theseus, you go help the Centaur Legion!"

"By my reckoning! You're the only being who has restrained that Minotaur at the Line of Destiny!"

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Volume 1: Text-117 - The Epic Battle Goes On

On the battlefield, the old bull was undoubtedly one of the brightest, the totem pole covered with fresh bits of meat and warm blood.

It obviously looked like a docile yellow ox, but the old ox could be heard howling splitting the sky every time it wielded the totem pole.

Although the enormous height of nearly seven meters increased the area where the old bull could be attacked to some extent, but the bows and swords of ordinary soldiers were unable to break the tough outer skin of the old bull....

The smell of blood constantly stimulated the old bull's sense organs, the old bull's scarlet pupils couldn't see the slightest bit of reason in them, and now the old bull seemed to use what could only be relied on instinct to judge his enemies and partners.

Letting out a hyperactive and miserable sardonic laugh, Brandwalden once again rushed towards the old bull in front of him.

The rough and rustic battle axe in his hand was like a swift and cold mane that struck the old bull's waist.

Ignoring the mighty and powerful Shun chop, the old bull roughly tightened his grip on the totem pole and smashed hard at Brandwarden.

As he watched the totem pole come through the air, Brandewalden also carried it down with his right arm.

The power of the runes hidden in the totem pole invaded Brandwalden's body along his right arm, feeling his internal organs being shattered, Brandwalden's mouth instead rose with a wild smile.

"That's it... that's it! Launch the fiercest attack on me!!!"

Nearly roaring madly, Blandwalden once again swung his battle axe at the old bull...

The tomahawk that broke out of the shadow struck Old Bull in the ribs at a weird angle.

Gasping for breath, the old bull's right hand blasted at Brandwalden's abdomen like a siege of wood.

The abdomen was the most vulnerable part of the animal, for it was often unprotected by bones, and the soft abdomen would split open at the slightest bite to reveal its innards. This did not apply to the centaur, however, as the upper half of the abdomen and waist was made entirely of muscle.

With a frenzied face, he chewed and swallowed the bits of entrails that had reached his mouth, Brandwalden was like a battle madman who craved death.

It had been a long time since Brandwalden had felt the thrill of being pushed to the brink of extinction.

The thrill of possibly dying completely at any time constantly stimulated Brandwarden's spirit as if it was about to explode, and a sardonic smile rose from the corners of his icy mouth as blood flowed out.

There was a constant clattering sound all over his body, and Brandwalden even felt the cells of his own body around him rejoicing amidst the pain of even his internal organs being shattered!

"This feeling!!! Let the blood turn all my iron hooves red. Whose, enemy's, friend's and mine! This is just the beginning of more slaughter. The road to the centaurs is paved with dead bodies!!!"

Roaring at the same time Brandwalden once again began to run, and its target, without a doubt, was Mirotaunos who was making a killing in the center of the battlefield.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, the Lion Scorpion Legion, along with the Spartan Praetorian Guard, was constantly harvesting.

Although the Lion Scorpion was unable to fly due to its own genetics, the wide, thick membrane wings were not for show, and relying on them, the Lion Scorpion could glide for a considerable period of time. Relying on this ability, the Lion Scorpion didn't all fight in close quarters on the ground, but used its ability to glide to split up a third of its own ability to constantly move around the battlefield, and although occasionally a few Lion Scorpions would be forced to land on the ground due to their bows, this didn't prevent it from providing air support.

Hercules, like he had said before, fought the Nemean Fierce Lion with a heavy face, but it wasn't the original one after all, and after growing up in Hydra, the current Nemean Fierce Lion was much more fierce than the original one.

Immunity from swords, bows, and even magic would only have 60% of their power left because of the Nimian Lion's fur. However, with the help of several heroes, Hercules was barely able to fight the Nemean Lions with his solid skills and excellent talent.

Although it was only a draw, it was enough, and it was very good for the Greek allies that such a killing machine was restricted.

Taking a glance at the situation on the battlefield, Raz nodded thoughtfully.

"Air Rune - Curvature Fold Leap!"

As he said that, the bottom of Raze's feet rose with the phosphorescent blue light that had appeared when he had summoned these legions, and the next moment that this light appeared on the bottom of Raze's feet, a phosphorescent blue light also silently appeared behind Karon among the Greek allied forces.

Sending a person was much faster than sending a legion, and almost in the next moment, Raze appeared behind Karon.

The rune of thunder was inspired, and Raze rose up all over his body with a thick thunder mane.

The violent rune power even spilled out from Raze's eyes, but it didn't affect Raze's vision, as Raze was already blind.

"Rune Overload!!!"