When the magic weapon is exhausted, every sacred magic is petrified.

"Xerxes, you despicable beast!" The Persian magicians gritted their teeth and cursed Xerxes in the process of petrification.

Xerxes blocked the space, causing these Persian magicians to be unable to escape with teleportation magic.

Xerxes in the sky looked back.

All the magicians, warriors, priests and destiny warlocks of their own ranks were petrified and dropped to the ground.

Their bodies slowly petrified from bottom to top, but they still did not give up, clutching the soil with both hands and climbing hard.

It seems that as long as you climb a little more, you hope it will be a little more.

Hope has not come, and Medusa's hair has never stopped.

The red sun jumped out of the horizon and shone on the battlefield.

A layer of gray-white stone sculptures and stone sculpture fragments were slowly laid on the earthy yellow ground covered with dark red spots.

Xerxes turned around and continued to run away.

His heart was dead silent.

No resentment, no anger, no despair.

Only the deep and endless darkness remain.

"You are still a little tender if you want to kill your uncle."

Ajiman appeared next to Xerxes.

Xerxes continued to fly without expression.

Finally, he couldn't help but look back at the rear again.

Medusa's giant head has disappeared, and Su Ye's territory has also been withdrawn.

Mitayad stood upright with a shield, while Su Ye carried the unconscious Euclid on his back.

In the morning light, Su Ye and Xerxes looked at each other.

Then, Su Ye slowly raised his right hand and raised his middle finger at Xerxes.

Xerxes didn't know what it meant, but he knew it was a huge humiliation.

The other Greeks didn't know what Su Ye's gesture meant, but they all learned Su Ye and silently raised their middle fingers to Xerxes.

More than 200,000 middle fingers pointed to the sky, pointing to Xerxes and the Persian escape team of less than a thousand people.

This time, even the Greek generals on the victorious side did not have a smile on their faces.

Many people even have chills all over.

The moment the legendary warrior Mahal took action, the Greeks had already had a premonition of this moment.

The legend takes action, but there is no winner on the battlefield.

Mahal's light blades and attacks did not hit Su Ye, but they could fly thousands of meters.

His attacks were obviously only targeting Su Ye, not only killing thousands of Persians, but also killing thousands of Greek soldiers.

In the second battle, there were far more Greek soldiers and generals who died in the hands of one man in Mahal than those who died in the hands of millions of Persian troops.

It is precisely because of Mahal's move that the Greek side can counterattack infinitely.

Nearly a million Persians were killed by the Shield of Medusa.

Facing a million troops, there is still hope of survival.

But in the face of the legendary battle and the semi-artifact, hope does not exist.

Many people dare not even come forward to touch the petrified Persians.

Su Ye returned to Proguan with Euclid on his back.

After Medels' treatment, Euclid recovered from health, but only needed rest due to his magic and physical exhaustion.

He suffered fewer injuries than those of the Holy Land magicians who had been drained from their magic power.

The army silently cleared the battlefield and prepared silently.

The temple carriage in the sky was floating quietly, and the soldiers below were almost too lazy to see them.

In the carriage space of the Temple of Zeus, the rulings and priests were stunned for a long time and did not say a word.

"What do you think of this battle?" The voice of Aldis, the Grand Prisoner of Zeus Temple, spread throughout the carriage.

"I believe in the previous battle report."

"I don't believe it, not because they reported it over, but obviously under-reported it."

"I can't confirm the number of people in the first game. In the second game, just take an integer, one million." Meng Entdo, the Grand Judgmentator of the Temple of Sun.

Everyone nodded subconsciously.

Who dares to count now?

The older priests were silent, and they secretly communicated with their eyes, but they never said a word.

What ordinary people see is only the battle on the battlefield, but they can feel the attention of the gods here from clues.

Aldis slowly straightened his body, his eyes flashed with light, and his turbid eyes became clear.

"The Referee of the Gods cannot return empty-handed."

Many people trembled slightly.

"Dialoute to the headquarters of the coalition and go to the Tempe Valley. I will stay above the Tempe Valley. Since they think that Proguan's Mithayard and Suye are in a passive confrontation and deceiving the gods, then I want to see how they actively fight and how they please the gods!"

The priests and the rulings sighed secretly.

The coalition headquarters will have to endure a bloody storm.

All the temple carriages turned around and flew towards Tempe Valley.

Mithayard looked up at the backs of the carriages, turned around and returned to the camp with a cold face.

On the carriage in the Temple of Vengeance, many people whispered.

One of the elderly priestesses with wrinkled skin into tree bark snorted coldly.

"Su Ye's aura of rebellion against fate is so strong that my snake whip trembles gently. When the war is over, I will hunt him myself!"

Inside the carriage, Andre and the two priestesses who had been following Su Ye were ecstatic.

This is the verdict of the Temple of Vengeance!

A legendary priest!

Andrei lowered his head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Su Ye, goodbye. Although it's a pity, I want you to die even more!"

In the early morning of Proguan, the sunlight caresses everyone's face like the wind.

The logistics personnel and some soldiers are still busy.

The counting of that battle last night has not been completed, and now we have to continue the second counting, at least until the evening.

Everyone once again entered Su Ye's Heavenly Kingdom Fortress to heal his injuries and recover his physical strength.

Subsequently, General Mithayard held a high-level meeting, not only the generals and magicians in the army, but also all the golden ranks and a few silver ranks.

Hundreds of people sat in the hall.

Some people smiled, some looked dull, and some were worried.

Mithayard summed up the two battles in a very calm tone, then pointed out the shortcomings exposed by the Greek armies, criticized several generals who did not do well, and then affirmed some excellent generals, and finally gave all the praise to Su Ye alone.

Everyone present was convinced. In these two battles, Su Ye and the magic servant killed more Persians alone than each general led his troops before this battle.

Mithayad was talking and praising Su Ye, but suddenly, a four-winged demon eagle suddenly rushed into the tent and flew straight to Mithayad.

Everyone looked shocked. This was the highest level magic messenger at the coalition headquarters. Only one hundred thousand urgent matters would be used.

The four-winged demon eagle flew to Mitayad, lowered his head slightly, and said in a strange tone: "I have seen the noble General Mitayad, this is the emergency military information of the coalition headquarters. Chi..."

As he said that, he handed the black claws to Mitayad, loosened his claws and lowered a wooden pipe.

Su Ye first saw this four-winged demon eagle, wearing black feathers, standing as tall as a child of four or five years old, with a wingspan of more than three meters.

A circle of light golden feathers on the neck demonstrates its identity as a golden monster.

The four-winged demon eagle is the fastest-flying monster among the monsters that humans can contract. It even surpasses the giant dragon, second only to a very small number of wind element life.

Mitayard opened the wooden pipe, took out the white paper inside, and placed it on his command book. The handwriting naturally appeared on the white paper.

He read it carefully and finally glanced at the seal of the coalition headquarters.

"Chir..." The four-winged demon eagle clumsyly walked to the table beside Mitayad, turned around and stood upright, looking straight ahead like a statue, without moving eyes.

As everyone was exploring their eyes, Mithayad clamped up the magic letter with his two fingers and said, "There are two news. One is that Gilgamesh has set off and led all the remaining Persian troops to Tempe Valley. The second news is that the coalition headquarters hopes that the Knights of the State Guard will send troops to the city of Olusong and then attack the Persian troops from the rear."

"Fart!" a irritable general cursed.
To be continued...