spartan ancestor

Apollo's sympathy is definitely not groundless, but the gang in front of him don't know it.

Many of the Spartan soldiers who followed the governor couldn't help but frowned briefly.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see the difference on the field-Cleo is wearing heavy armor and holding a buckler, and Hyacinthus is wearing only one layer of cloth and has no armor in his hand. Twice as strong as Hyacinthus.

This game was not fair, but as soldiers, the first principle they followed was obedience. The Governor did not speak, so they quickly turned expressionless and continued to stand silently behind the Governor.

Jacintos was not surprised by the performance of the soldiers. In fact, this is the performance that a well-trained soldier should have.By contrast...

Hyacinthus glanced at the group of recruits again, and now they were huddled together like goose geese, behaving so badly that any trainer would have a heart attack.

"Why don't you let your Helos fetch your armor?" Cleo regained his composure, "Oh, I forgot, those armors are too heavy, maybe even light armor can crush you. "

Hyacinthus stepped out of the field and onto the broad road: "You talk too much."

There was a look of approval in the eyes of the soldiers on the opposite side.

Thin clouds floated, and the moonlight broke free and poured down.

The governor drew a large circle on the ground as the venue for the competition, and the soldiers surrounded the venue with torches, illuminating the area like daylight.

The group of recruits was more embarrassed. The mature and experienced soldiers did not accept their intentions, so after a few squeezes, they had to stand beside Apollo and Akka in embarrassment and depression.

Hyacinthus took off his cloak, walked to Aka, and the governor followed him, and said in a solemn voice, "Your Highness Hyacinthus, are you sure you don't need to go get the armor?"

Hyacinthus turned his head and smiled at him: "No."

He was not even stingy with making excuses for his opponents: "The arena is like a battlefield. On the battlefield, the enemy will not take off his armor just because I don't have armor. I believe His Excellency Kleo must think so, so he always Didn't think about 'taking off the armor yourself'."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the governor's expression, turned around, and handed over the cloak to A-Ka for safekeeping.

Tidying clothes is one of the special cases that breaks the distance principle. Aka took the cloak with lowered eyes, raised his hand to smooth the folds of the clothes on Yacintos' shoulders, and looked up at Yacintos when Yacintos was about to turn around and leave. Toss said, "Have fun."

"...??" The recruits next to them were bored with the question, and when Hyacinthus and the governor walked away one after another, they couldn't wait to ask: "'Play'?? The crown prince does not need to receive training , which means His Royal Highness Hyacinthus does not have any skills to make up for the size gap between His Royal Highness Kleo. Looking at the heavy armor worn by His Royal Highness Kleo, I am afraid that he will be able to kill him if he pounces forward. Your Highness Hyacinthus is on the ground!"

Apollo couldn't help laughing twice.

He looked at the ignorant people with a compassionate look: "Just wait, and see the true appearance of your Highness."

Don't look at your Highness still looking like a human being - you think he is a god, why is he afraid of competing with Yacintos, even in front of Yacintos, even if there is anything that may cause Yacintos to think he has "comparison" Do you want to clarify any misunderstandings immediately?Your highness has always had the word "competition". Before going on the field, he looks like a human being, but after he goes on the field, he looks like a ghost!

Apollo looked at the field with a pitiful expression, and saw Hyacinthus, who was still wearing a human skin, had already dodged Cleo's simple and rough impact attack sideways, and even retreated leisurely Take a step forward, admiring Cleo's staggering body as if he was watching it.

Look, the ghost has poked his head out of the human skin.Apollo thought calmly.

Hyacinthus didn't notice Apollo's gaze, nor did he know how he looked in the other's eyes.

He is observing Cleo, analyzing his physical fitness and behavior patterns from how he maintains his center of gravity and how he adjusts his limbs.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Cleo's attack style.

Heavy armor soldiers are highly defensive, almost their whole bodies are protected by solid metal, and coupled with the weight of the armor, once they are hit by an impact, they will be turned on their backs.

But the premise is to be able to hit.

Generally speaking, for heavy armor like this, the Spartan army will arrange dozens to hundreds of them on the battlefield to form an eight-row phalanx.

The soldiers stood closely together with round shields tied to their left arms, so that the exposed right half of their bodies could be hidden in the shields of their comrades on the right.

Arranged in teams like this, closely integrated into a whole, and jointly launched an impact, can improve the fault tolerance rate and ensure that they hit the enemy.

Ke Keleo has only himself, and what's more, he doesn't have rich experience yet, so he can't turn in the collision.

Fortunately, his reaction was quick, and he decisively abandoned the scimitar, took off the spear behind his back, and leaned on the ground.

"Gah-"

The spear groaned, but thankfully, he was able to stop the trend in a leaning position before he fell.

Hyacinthus smiled gratifiedly, and in Apollo's horrified eyes full of "It's about to start", he stepped forward with brisk steps and stretched his foot towards the spear.

"Oh!"

Cleo fell firmly with this fall, and when he fell face-down into the ground, he felt his eyes go black.

He didn't care about the dizziness, and tried to get up from the ground quickly using his hands and feet.

Hyacinthus shook his head, wearing such a heavy armor, how could he be so flustered and disorganized when he got up?

He stretched out his foot and turned Cleo's left ankle again: "Wrong."

"Oh!"

Cleo's eyes went dark again.This time it was not just a fall, but also because of psychological factors.

He gritted his teeth, and couldn't imagine what the soldiers around him would look like when they saw him fall twice.

The summer heat and the bulkiness of the armor became unbearable in an instant, so that he felt as if he was on fire from the inside out, especially his face and ears.

He clenched his back molars tightly, and this time he tried to stabilize his hands and feet when he got up.

"Oh!"

The third muffled sound echoed across the field again.

The Governor regained his senses from the shock, and almost stopped drinking, "Stop" was squeezed back into his mouth before blurting out.

He had no position to stop him, so he could only look away horribly, not looking at Cleo who was stepped on the back by Hyacinthus on the field, like a turtle that couldn't get up and was waving its limbs in vain.

Damn it, he thought in his heart, the Yagiade family really still has hidden ambitions!Yacintos's movements are so experienced, it is obvious that he has been trained in private, His Royal Highness Cleo hit the top of the grass this time.

He thought again: But Hyacinthus did too much, he was humiliating His Royal Highness Cleo, why didn't he see that Hyacinthus was such a bad person before?

The Governor gasped for breath, stared wide-eyed, and looked at Cleo: Stand up!Your Highness!stand up!

Hyacinthus was also thinking in his heart: Stand up, Cleo, why can't you think of the right way until now?

He was even more anxious than the governor, and his thoughts ran all the way:

Why is Cleo's combat talent so poor, is it really not a fault?

Is it possible for him to become stronger?But he may not be willing to go to military training...

God, in the future I have to run Sparta with such a person?

What about going out, the king is also the general of Sparta.

Forget it, it's still up to me to go on an expedition...

But Cleovan is not so good either!

Jacintos paused for a moment, and finally settled on:

Damn it, Sparta is dying.

Yacintos couldn't help urging: "Don't take out the short sword behind your back, can you learn to stand up first?"

"—Ah!!" Cleo let out a roar, and suddenly pushed forward, grabbed the spear that had rolled down before, and swung it wildly behind him.

He felt his back loosen. It was obvious that Hyacinthus was forced back by the spear. Cleo ignored the pain from his body, seized this opportunity and got up as fast as he could, and turned towards Hyacinthus. , swung his arm, and swung the spear like a whip towards the hateful enemy.

"Oh!"

At the fourth muffled sound, the recruits almost covered their faces with Apollo.

Cleo didn't slow down for a while, because he used too much force before, and after being tripped by Hyacinthus this time, he fell harder than ever before.

The armor made with a lot of money, like a big iron pendant, firmly held back his movements.

Cleo couldn't help feeling a deep regret, how excited he was when he put on the armor, how much he regretted it now, eager to get rid of this damned, cumbersome encumbrance more than ever.

"Stand up," Jacintos said with a touch of surprise in his tone. He didn't expect that when he was desperately thinking "Sparta is going to die", Cleo would suddenly get enlightened. He quickly gave timely encouragement and followed the advice, "Again try?"

Cleo felt the blood rushing to his brain. With extreme anger and hatred, he clenched the spear tightly, swung it again to force Hyacinthus back, got up quickly, then raised the spear, straight It stabbed straight at Jacinthos' chest.

"..." Wrong again, the anticipation in Jacintos's eyes suddenly turned into disappointment. While dodging, he squatted down and grabbed Cleo's ankle precisely, and grabbed Cleo who was about to send himself out of the circle. Leo thoughtfully brought it back, "Be careful."

His tone was slightly reproachful, like a mother who saw her child fall—if she didn't look at Cleo, who fell face down on the ground and was dragged back to the field by his ankle.

Hyacinthus thought of himself and others, and nodded understandingly: "It's not long since it started, and you certainly won't be willing to end it in such an anticlimactic manner."

There was a dead silence in the fields.

The recruits swallowed their saliva for a while, and someone muttered softly, "Either admit defeat..."

Apollo covered his face: "He would say, 'Why did you admit defeat so easily, you are still not a Spartan' or 'Why don't you take the game seriously' or 'Did you deliberately let the water go'."

In short, even if you take the initiative to admit defeat, you don't want to get out of the game.

"..." Even Aka turned his head slowly, looking at Apollo, who seemed to have a lot of experience, with delicate eyes.

Recruit: "...I don't think it's necessary! Winners should have a winner's mind, and give losers a face."

They couldn't bear to see His Royal Highness Cleo who was being dragged back over and over again on the field. They either looked up at the sky, or looked away in embarrassment.

Apollo sighed: "It has nothing to do with his mind, he just wants to spur his opponents to make progress together."

From a certain point of view, it should be that the mind is too big.

Recruit: "... Has he never lost? What if he loses one day?"

Apo grinned bluntly, his expression was like crying or laughing.

Or how to say don't fight Hyacinthus?It's not right to lose, and it's not right to win.

This group of humans didn't know how patient Jacintos was and how big a game he could play for the win.

He recalled the time when he first got along, when he was still young and reckless, he offered to compete with Hyacinthos in a sneak attack.

Isn't it simple?He thought complacently at the time, even if I didn't use divine power and pretended to be an ordinary person, I would definitely be able to knock down Yashin.

So, he went through the whole process of being knocked down in shock, knocked down again because he didn't believe in evil, knocked down again because he refused to give up, and was dragged back and knocked down after admitting defeat and wanting to change to a new game...etc.

At No. 18, he lay on the ground as if he was dead, staring blankly at the sky, and finally decided to use divine power for the next round.

He won, he floated, and made up a character image for himself "although he has great strength, but he doesn't dare to use it in front of people", and after showing Jacintos to break boulders with his bare hands, he proudly Said that Jacintos is welcome to knock himself down in any way.

Then?And then it's gone.

Apollo fondled his now cautious self.

The torches were flickering, and everyone's expression was so strange, as if they were caught in a loop that they didn't know when it would stop.

When everyone thought they were going to stand like this until dawn, until the end of time, a bright fire suddenly appeared from the distant horizon.

First at a point, then in a line, and then like a majestic magma, rushing out into everyone's sight.

The torches and the red cloak whistling in the wind quickly approached with the sound of horseshoes, and the crimson flag stretched in the gust of wind, symbolizing that the Λ of the Spartan army pierced the night, declaring its sovereignty silently and domineeringly.

The cavalry team headed by quickly galloped towards the direction of the Acropolis. The tall man who was surrounded in the center seemed to feel something, turned his head and looked in the direction of Hyacinthus, and his dark golden hair was reflected in the torchlight. of light.