To be king [Greek mythology]

The blockade line, at the moment, is killing and killing on the fortress they guard.

This would break down the young warriors who are now the main force of the Athenian defense.

Drenched in blood, Thurpus killed an Athenian guard who was pushing the huge boulder too late to resist with his long sword. He raised his head and smiled brightly at Minos who had turned over the boulder.

Minos was shocked by Surpus's current appearance. After quickly regaining his senses, he rushed up and gave Surpus a hard punch—right in the abdomen. The strength made Surpus feel that his internal organs were separated The armor is about to be shaken off.

"Are you crazy?!" Minos looked at Thurpus with a dazed expression. He wanted to rub Thurpus' stomach, but quickly withdrew his hand. He raised his voice, "You know what you are doing?" do what!?"

Thurps was dazed for a while, "Of course I know what I'm doing."

He is about to take back the city-state that once belonged to Syreis, and he can cut off the head of the king of Athens, as they did his father, and hang the head of the king of Athens on the wall until the ravens eat it up as an insult.

"Wake up! Taking Athens doesn't mean you have to kill them all!!" Minos snatched the long sword from Surpus's hand, "Look around you! Do you know what you did!"

Surpus looked around obediently, and found that the guards in Athens were far away from him, and their faces were full of fear even with weapons in their hands.

No one wants to face a pervert who is addicted to killing—or even enjoying killing, and Thurps is such a pervert in the eyes of these Athens guards.

Thurps paused slightly, lowered his eyes, and without saying anything, he snatched back the long sword that Minos had snatched.

The Athens guards who were far away from him stepped back a few steps in an instant.

The King of Sparta snorted slightly, and walked towards the general who was roaring so hoarsely.

The general glanced back at the warm beam of light from the Parthenon, with some begging in his eyes—it is obviously the goddess in charge of victory in war, why is it like this?

They have never been in vain against Sparta in the past.

However, the beam of light soaring into the sky was still there, without wavering or giving him any hints.

The general turned his head to look at Surpus, and put the long sword in his hand in front of him.

He wanted to fight the king.

Thurps was a little surprised by his behavior—or, in other words, this behavior made him look at the general differently.

"You're not bad." Thurps just walked to a place about three meters away from the general and stopped, "But unfortunately..."

Before he finished speaking, the general's head had already been chopped off.

His face was full of astonishment, but the last thing he saw was another king behind him at some point.

Minos was very angry. He was quite angry at Thurpus' previous senseless massacre. As a person who knew the inside story, the king of Crete did not despise human life as before, even though he was used to it in Hades. The dead souls.

Thurps glanced at Minos, and the other party's anger almost passed through the thin air, making him a little out of breath.

He knew that his previous state was wrong, but now is not the time to admit his mistakes.

In front of so many people, he was the king of Sparta. Even though he was also Minos' lover, he couldn't bow his head and admit his mistake to Minos, the king of Crete, at this time and place.

Surpus looked at the Grim Reaper who was waving the sword in the sky above the battlefield, with an obviously tired expression on his face, and took a deep breath.

He has to speed up.

Surpus took the horn at his waist, stood on the wall and looked at the siege gouges that were constantly hitting the city gate. After a buzzing sound, a leaping flame suddenly lit up at the front of the siege gouges, and there was a sound like thunder. General sound.

After the flaming siege chisel hit again, the gates of Athens were smashed and burned blazingly.

The dense Spartan army stepped on the remains of the burning city gate, forming a black stream into the city of Athens.

Outside the gate of the king's palace, Theseus withdrew his gaze from the beam of light of the Parthenon Temple, glanced at the flames ignited by the front gate, raised the corners of his mouth with interest, and straightened the corners of his mouth in the next second, looking Serene and solemn.

The King of Athens squinted his eyes, tilted his head and ordered to the warrior leader beside him: "Pour oil and burn them to death."

Chapter 89

The divine light in the Parthenon illuminated everything in the city of Athens. The warriors of Athens lurking at the corners of the streets hammered open the lid of the oil drum beside them, lit it, pushed it hard, and filled it with oil. The wooden barrels ignited and rolled towards the first wave of Spartans rushing into the city gate.

The roads in Athens are quite smooth, but the barrels are not strong.

When it hit the armor of the Spartan warriors, the wooden barrel filled with oil burst open, splashing the warriors all over with flaming oil.

The flames spread all over the ground, and the pioneers rushing forward were covered with oil. When the wind blew, the whole body was surrounded by flames—even if the flames were still not as strong as before, the temperature was not as strong as before, and it was extremely heat-conductive to armor It is also a disaster for the brave warriors.

The severe burn pain was unbearable even for the men of Sparta. They quickly took off the oiled and burning armor, and the cool air made them breathe a sigh of relief.

——The coldness of the past few days is very lovely at this moment.

The cold air relieved the pain, and the flames burning in the street ahead slowed the Spartans' pace.

The divine light not only brought light to the defenders of Athens, but also made the Spartan army see everything clearly.Surps glanced over the army stopped in the outer city, looked up at the chaotic streets of the outer city of Athens, and frowned.

This attack had been planned for a long time, and Thurps had obtained the map of Athens long ago.

The buildings in the inner city of Athens are quite neat, and the houses are arranged in an orderly manner. Once they invade the inner city, with the fighting power of the Spartan army, they can directly rush to the palace of the Spartan king.

But the outer city is different. The outer city is a slum in Athens. Except for the flat ground that was built uniformly when the Athens city-state was established, the buildings here—or they can’t be called buildings at all. The pattern here changes almost every day. Yes, people die every day, and the places occupied by the dead will be quickly filled by new ones, changed into other shapes or directly occupied by the people living next to them.

The outer city is quite chaotic, and it is also a fortress to defend the inner city during wartime.

Thurpus withdrew his gaze, glanced at the divine light that enveloped the Parthenon and shot into the sky, and took a deep breath.

"The wounded retreat, others go around, pay attention to the corner of the alley." Surps turned his head and said to one of the warrior leaders standing beside him, watching him leave the city wall and integrate into the army, and then looked at the captured Wall defenders, "Bring them out of the city."

These captives cannot stay within the confines of the city-state of Athens. God knows what Theseus still has behind him.

And some of these captives can get quite useful information after a little torture.

These things are not familiar to the Spartan warriors when they sit up.

What's more, he insisted on his reputation of not killing prisoners for so many years, just to get better news under such circumstances.

It doesn't take much effort to get useful news—no matter whether the news is true or false, once it comes out of someone's mouth, it will be somewhat useful.After all, not everyone can be calm enough to use their brains to make up something to fool the enemy when life and death are at stake.

Only the remaining Spartan warriors and the two kings remained on the city wall. The warriors looked at each other and wisely chose to clean up the battlefield.

The corpses of these Athens defenders are wearing clothes on their bodies, and none of them are good things. Athens is quite rich. Although Sparta is quite powerful in combat, it is really not as good as Athens in terms of making money. .

Surps watched the flames ignited one after another in the outer city of Athens, and gradually frowned.

The Spartan warriors shouldn't die in such a humiliating way!Surpus looked at the billowing smoke from the outer city, swearing that Theseus really didn't care about the city-state buildings and money at all, and he was about to leave the city wall while lifting his foot.

The king of Crete reached out and grabbed his lover, his eyes almost burst into flames, "Surpus!"

Thurps paused for a moment, looked left and right, and found that the Spartan warriors were carefully picking up the corpses, and then met Minos' sight.

"what happened?"

"You asked me what's wrong?!" Minos raised his voice, his throat choked when he felt that there were no sights around him, but his tone dropped, "You can't go."

"Can't go?" Thurps was a little surprised by Minos' statement, and asked, "Why can't I go?"

"Did you forget what you just did?" Minos felt that something was wrong when he thought of the bloody appearance of Surpus brandishing a knife just now. He didn't want to see Surpus become like that at all, and he was obviously supporting him all the time. He encourages his people, how can he swing a knife and put on a look of enjoyment like a pervert who takes pleasure in killing?

"What did I do? I killed the enemy who stood in front of me." Surpus looked at Minos, silent for a while, "This is revenge, Minos, I am not as noble as you think, and I am not as noble as you think. Think I did something wrong."

Minos looked at Surpus, even though he had such a premonition early on, it was still quite uncomfortable when he spread it out in front of him—this sadness probably came from the gap between imagination and reality. In the years that separated the two places, there were still differences among them.

"But you