Chapter 162: Combine attack and defense, divinely blessed gun formation!
[“Hoho, blast!”]
["too easy."]
[“The current Darkin is so vulnerable in front of Atreus. It’s hard to imagine how strong he is.”]
[“You’re telling me this is a mortal?! This is Pantheon II.”]
Jury seat.

Chen Kaige rubbed his head. "What's the meaning of this new plot? It was supposed to end with defeating Aatrox, which was perfect."

"No." Liu Ciping denied, "That was the climax. If the story ends, the tone must be lowered."

Chen Kaige thought about it and nodded silently, "That makes sense. He should be trying to elevate the theme."

At this moment, the city is in ruins.

There was sadness and silence.

A few feet away from the gully created by the explosion of the terrifying creature, a Lahorak was holding the body of another warrior.

In order to protect her comrades, her own arms were burned by magic, and pain and despair were intertwined on her face.

"You are a star spirit?"

She spoke with a trembling voice, and when she looked at Atreus, there was only despair in her eyes.

She was begging for an affirmative answer.

In her mind, this was the only way to save her and her friends.

however--

Atreus did not answer.

He turned and looked around. The Lahorak's line had collapsed and their will to fight had fallen.

Then he summoned the spear back into his hand, and when it returned, the spear still carried some of the force with which it was thrown.

Since the creature's body was made entirely of magic and rock, there was no blood left on the tip of the spear, so all that was brought back was sand and dust.

[“Ah, what does this mean?”]
[“Are you becoming more aloof?”]
[“No, Atreus. You are a heroic god of war in the eyes of mortals. Don’t act as high and mighty as the Protoss.”]
[“Oh, your brains.”]
[“What is clearly portrayed here is the iron-blooded and tender side of Atreus.”]
[“He was afraid that if he told her no, she would be disappointed if he couldn’t save her comrades.”]
[“That’s why I didn’t answer.”]
[“Hey, that makes sense!!”]
"I want to tell her my name. I am Atreus."

"Once upon a time, a Lahorak also looked up at the stars to find the power to save himself."

""but""

“That person is dead.”

"He died atop Mount Targon, alongside his brother Pylas."

"Pantheon killed him, but it was also his own failure that killed him."

"No matter how hard I try. "

""There is no way to save Atreus or Pylas.""

"Even if that god has gone away, even if its constellation has fallen from the sky, it will not help."

“So, I didn’t say anything.”

"Instead, turn around."

"Face the creature and urge them to take up arms and fight back."

"You must fight!" Atreus told the Rahorak calmly.

"You all must fight!!"

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the silent air.

At this moment, around.

The ruins of the city were burning fiercely, and the flames were like the tongue of a monster, licking every inch of the land.

The rising smoke and flames intertwined, the yellow sand melted and solidified into glass.

Atreus rushed past like a gust of wind, and magical explosions continued to hit, and each blow seemed to shake the whole world.

Even the earth is crumbling.

In this smoke and chaos, Atreus's gaze was as sharp as a sword.

What he saw—

All the crossbows were abandoned in their original places. Lahorak hid behind the ruins, holding up his shield, and was swallowed by the dust. "Fight!" He roared again, "You must fight!!"

Atreus shouted in a voice like thunder, his tone tinged with the authority of a god.

This disgusted him.

On the other side, the fallen ascender has stood up again.

Atreus roared, then turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed in front of him.

His spear cut through the air and stabbed at the rock mask the creature used for camouflage.

In the close combat, the creature's magical blast struck the shield in Atreus' left hand, causing a dazzling burst of light.

Atre showed no fear.

He used all his strength to steady his lower body, his feet rooted deeply into the soil, blocking the creature's ferocious attack on the spot.

Then, the spear swept across again, leaving a trace of starlight.

The creature was knocked down once again, and it became even more furious with endless magical energy, attacking Atreus even more fiercely.

However, Atreus, with his shield raised, stood firm as a rock.

Taking advantage of the gap between attacks.

He seized the opportunity and went against the trend.

[God-blessed spear array!!]

Atreus was seen frantically stabbing his spear in all directions from behind his shield, combining offense and defense with swift and fierce movements.

It was as if the spear was going to penetrate the entire ruins, tear apart the sky, and even pierce through Lahorak who was still hiding in the middle.

His hands began to tremble.

This time, he no longer roared at the group of warriors, but instead growled at himself with an almost suffocating roar from his lungs.

"fighting."

[“Uh, what’s going on? How come this Darkin is so resistant?”]
[“Atreus’s spear was able to pierce Aatrox’s arm, but how come it pierced him like a tickle?”]
[“From the details, it should be an Ascendant with rock attributes, so it is relatively resistant to attack.”]
[“These Lahoraks! They’re all hiding in the back. They’re warriors. What cowards!”]
[“Look how angry Atreus is. I’m so disappointed in him!!”]
[“Alas, in the end, he took it all on his own.”]
As Atreus trembled and growled, the creature's eyes flashed with ferocity.

It saw the precariousness of the ground beneath Atreus' feet, and also saw his shaky physical condition.

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

Atreus's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he eventually became unable to hold on and fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

The once glorious spear instantly dimmed and its light went out.

His helmet also clanged with every violent cough.

It seems like it is wailing.

He spat a mouthful of blood into the dust with difficulty, then struggled to raise his head.

Looking at the ruins of Narimaj, all you can see is a female warrior Lahorak, surrounded by smoke and chaos.

And that female warrior——

He was also looking back at Atreus.

Just, this time.

What she saw was not a star spirit.

The person in front of him was holding Paras, watching his dying breath condense into snowflakes.

"I wonder if she can recognize the tattoo on my chest."

"That is the constellation in the night sky. It is my destiny."

“I saw that her eyes were no longer filled with pleading. I saw a glow on her face.”

(End of this chapter)