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Text Chapter 150 The Patron Saint of Macedonia

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    Bloody fighting raged among the largest tribe in this grassland, and all adult males with armed force became the target of killing.

    Hundreds of years of enemies, the hatred towards each other has been deeply imprinted in the bones, and even if thousands of years pass, it cannot be erased.

    From the moment the Thessalians brought their hated spearmen from distant Thessaly to this vast grassland, the Macedonians were doomed.  []

    ¡°All Macedonian men were not spared, and even those professional women who dared to resist were chopped down to the ground by the ruthless Thessalian soldiers.

    Achilles chose to acquiesce to this kind of hatred and killing, because he knew that this kind of racial hatred that had been suppressed for hundreds of years could only be resolved if one side was completely destroyed.

    As the king of Thessaly, he must consider his own kingdom, just like attacking that small tribe. Maybe the hands of that tribe have not been stained with the blood of the Thessalians, but because the living spaces of each other are different, the populations  Different, it was destined to become Thessaly's enemy.

    There is still the same truth, there is no right or wrong in war. The purpose of aggression is not for fun, but to make oneself stronger and avoid being bullied by other groups.

    In exchange for one's own strength at the expense of other vulnerable populations, this is the law of the jungle. Only those populations that understand the law of the jungle are qualified to survive in this era.

    Achilles understood this truth, and his purpose in forming an army was to launch aggressive wars abroad and use the wealth of other populations to nourish Thessaly.

    That small grassland tribe was the first group to be sacrificed, but it was definitely not the last one. If Thessaly, a huge population, wanted to become a superpower like Mycenae and Troy, it would need to pay the price with the sacrifice of many groups.

    Naked aggression and bloody massacres require no excuses, because in this world dominated by the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle is an unsolvable truth.

    The scarlet blood dyed the tents red, and in the open place, the blazing flames burned, driving away the darkness on the grassland.

    The sleeping Macedonians were awakened, and many people ran out of their tents in panic, wanting to see what happened.

    The killings made them feel fear, and at the same time filled their hearts with hatred. The adult men raised their weapons and roared towards the murderers.

    Some tough women also took up arms and followed the men. They knew that if the men were all dead, what kind of tragic fate would be waiting for them.

    In order to prevent that tragic fate from happening to them, and to defend their tribe, they chose to take up arms and fight.

    Killing cries, roars, wails of pain and despair, and the sound of metal weapons clashing echoed throughout the gathering place and spread toward the grasslands in the distance.

    When dawn was about to come, the humid mist filled the entire grassland, and the gathering place of Macedonians gradually became quiet.

    Between the tents, there were corpses everywhere, and the blood that had not yet dried up gathered together to form dazzling red streams.

    In the thin morning mist, some soldiers wearing armor and holding spears and shields were moving around the gathering place, looking for possible enemies.

    Zomokos, covered in blood, stood quietly in the center of the gathering place of Macedonians. The tent that represented the highest power in Macedonia was already covered with corpses.

    More than a dozen demigods from Thessaly stood behind Zomokos. After this night of fighting, each of them was covered in blood.

    No one can remember how many Macedonians they killed. The crazy fighting made them numb. They only knew how to numbly wave the spears in their hands to pierce the bodies of the Macedonians holding weapons one after another.

    "Young King Achilles of Thessaly, your spearmen brought darkness to a quiet and beautiful grassland. Countless innocent Macedonians died tragically because of your arrival. Your sins have made people and gods feel guilty.  Indignant."

    The hazy morning mist was floating throughout the world, and in the void, a golden figure came slowly, scolding Achilles with endless anger.

    On the ground, Achilles raised his head and looked at the god who came out of nothingness. There was no sadness or joy on his face. He just said in cold words: "In these hundreds of years, Thessaly has  We are no longer subject to the invasion of Thessaly all the time, and how many young soldiers of Thessaly died tragically at the hands of the Macedonians."

    "Could it be that in your eyes, SessaIsn't it just the fate of the people to be killed by the Macedonians, but they can't also point their spearmen at the Macedonians?  When these barbaric Macedonians brought endless pain to Thessaly, where were you, the so-called god?  Now when the warriors of Thessaly raise their spearmen and return hatred to the Macedonians, you jump out and accuse me of my evil deeds, you hypocritical god.  "

    Although Achilles could not clearly see the appearance of this god who came out of nothingness, he could guess that this was the patron saint of the Macedonians.

    "Vicious murderer, don't you feel guilty for the evil deeds you have done? Even if you are the king of Thessaly, in my eyes, you are still a humble existence." Macedonian  The patron saint was angry, and the terrifying divine light fell on the earth, making every Thessalian unable to move.

    Achilles glared angrily, standing stubbornly on the ground, the muscles all over his body tense, even activating the power of law to resist the oppression from this god.

    This is just an ordinary superior god. The divine power he possesses is beyond what Achilles, a demigod, can resist. A stream of blood sprayed out from Achilles' mouth.

    "Humble existence, bend your legs, lie down on the ground and repent for your sins." Following this majestic voice, an even more terrifying pressure fell from the sky.

    The ordinary soldiers of Thessaly fell to the ground on the spot, and no one could move. The demigods, after a brief resistance, could no longer bear it and also fell to the ground.

    On the entire ground, only Achilles was still holding on, with a steady stream of law power pouring into his body, resisting the terrifying pressure.

    Achilles looked directly at the superior god without giving in, and said firmly: "Hypocritical god, you have to know what the consequences will be if you do this. Maybe in your eyes, I am just a person."  Insignificant mortal, but I am the king of Thessaly, and you have no right to make me kneel down.¡±

    The patron saint of Macedonia snorted coldly and said coldly: "Countless innocent Macedonians died because of your viciousness. As the patron saint of Macedonia, I have the right to seek justice for these innocent Macedonians who died tragically, even if it is  The Lord God cannot blame me.¡±

    Hearing the other party's words, Achilles's heart trembled, and vaguely, he seemed to feel the atmosphere of conspiracy hidden in it.

    As the patron saint of the Macedonians, why didn¡¯t he show up immediately to stop him when he raided the Macedonian tribe last night? Instead, he only jumped out after the killing was over?

    There is an unwritten rule among the Greek gods. When the city-state or tribe protected by a certain god is innocently massacred by other groups, then the god has the right to provide military protection to the city-state he protects.

    Achilles can be sure that the patron saint of Macedonia did not appear during the killing. It was not because he was unaware of the tragedy happening here, but because he had an intention.

    This superior god probably doesn¡¯t know about the tragic prophecy about him. If he knew about it, he wouldn¡¯t have done anything to him as long as he had some sense.

    And the reason why he looked for excuses to kill himself, even at the expense of thousands of Macedonians, was probably because he was afraid that his mother and grandfather would seek revenge on him.

    He has always stayed in his mother's temple, rarely going out, and has never provoked any god. He has never even seen the god in front of him. For some reason, he  Why do you want to kill yourself?

    In the body of this superior god, he could feel the biting murderous intent, naked and without the slightest concealment.

    The divine pressure from the superior gods was much more powerful than the pressure he had endured on that mysterious altar. Even with four strands of divinity, he could not bear it.

    Achilles gritted his teeth, squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, and asked: "We have never met before, why do you want to kill me? What good will it do to you to kill me?  ?¡±

    Hearing his question, the superior god was obviously stunned for a moment, but then returned to normal. The terrifying giant palm stretched out and released a golden divine light that filled the sky.

    If it were those lowly gods, he would even have the strength to fight, but facing this superior god in front of him, he didn't even have a chance to move his body. He could only watch the terrifying giant palm fall.

    "Fuck, am I going to die here?" The overwhelming divine power tore at his body, causing him unbearable pain all over his body and almost collapse. Facing death, he foundI am rare calm and have no fear as I imagined.

    That terrifying palm covered this area of ??the world, carrying the power of tearing apart the heaven and the earth, and slapped Achilles who could not move. If the slap was true, Achilles would have no chance of surviving.

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