Myth: I am God!

Chapter 130 The Eye of the Oracle: Ancient Magical Weapons

"Just now..

"These are the stone soldier statues attacking us!"

Elsa pointed to a group of petrified soldiers on the ground, pierced by Isaac's stone spears.

Perseus and Isaac exchanged a glance, then looked at Thales beside them.

Thales thought for a moment and said, "The monsters that wreak havoc in the Athenian classics mostly have the ability to command spirits. Even if this doesn't originate from their true nature, those corrupted souls can still become murderous monsters..."

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Thales' words inadvertently reminded Isaac of this.

Isaac continued, “My father Arah, on his way to defeat the Lion of Nemea, found many rotting corpses and bones in its den. They should have been dead, but they rose up and became enemies of my father.”

"Perhaps, this is the same principle."

Perseus nodded as well. He had naturally heard this story before. Those living creatures had long been a terrifying nursery rhyme and legend passed down in Argos, becoming a childhood nightmare for countless children.

"and.

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"I saw it."

Isaac's eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

Those golden pupils appeared exceptionally mystical in the eyes of the crowd.

Thales asked curiously, "What did you see?"

Isaac looked at the fallen, shattered stone statues with their skulls pierced, and replied, "Those statues sealed their souls..."

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"They are in pain, they are wailing, they have lost themselves."

Isaac paused for a moment, then said, "I will deliver them from this."

"This is the Messiah's duty..."

At this point, before Thales could ask any more questions...

Perseus warned, "They're coming closer again!"

"The number is much larger than the first wave; soldiers from all over the city have surrounded us."

Everyone immediately switched to combat mode.

Thales shielded everyone in front of him, holding his vine wand and encouraging them.

This time.

Elsa the elf no longer rushed to deal with the situation. She raised her slender arm high with her staff, and seemed to be chanting. The energy of the magic crystal on the staff was quickly drained, and the etheric power transformed into elements, triggering strange phenomena.

Huge vines sprouted from the ground with a rumbling sound, several vines intertwined, resembling hemp ropes as thick as buckets.

Ersa swung her staff with all her might.

The vines, following Erza's wand, lashed out like whips at the stone statues.

Boom boom boom—

The vines that sprouted from the ground, like whips, destroyed dozens of stone statues in an instant, sending stones flying and shattering.

"Wow, Miss Elsa, you're amazing!"

Thales is an excellent motivator.

Upon hearing this, Ersa's lips curled into a smile, and she couldn't help but feel a little smug.

And the next moment.

Perseus crashed into it like a chariot.

The longsword was unsuitable for dealing with the stone statue, so he sheathed it and used his steel-like, thick fist.

It slammed down on the stone statues!

His fists had a touch of the hero Yara's flair, smashing the stone statue until it shattered and collapsed with each punch!

Those stone statues were completely unable to stop this demigod.

More than a hundred stone statues were smashed in an instant.

but..

These stone statues were almost a level stronger than the ones in front of them.

Those bronze warriors possessed the strength of silver warriors, and those silver warriors even had the power of gold warriors...

Therefore, under such high-intensity consumption.

Elsa was the first to start struggling.

The magic crystals were being consumed very quickly, and so was her mental energy.

The vines withered quickly after sweeping away hundreds of stone statues.

Elsa, the fairy, was so tired she almost stuck out her tongue.

Perseus persisted for a while and eventually knocked down hundreds of statues.

But he was not Ara Messiah after all, and the divine blood within him had not fully recovered. He attempted to strike the statues with his bare hands, in the manner of Ara Messiah...

This ultimately left Perseus with a bloody mess of fists and gasping for breath.

Under the faint influence of the poisonous fog, he gradually became dizzy, which gave the stone statue soldiers a chance to take advantage of him. Perseus had to dodge the statues' attacks, but gradually he could no longer hold on.

A spear pierced his shoulder blade, blood splattered, and flesh was mangled.

"Perseus!"

Seeing his close friend injured, Isaac hurriedly shouted, "Let's retreat!"

Perseus, however, was stubborn.

He lacked maternal care from a young age, and learned more about resilience than compromise.

"No, I can handle it!"

"Take care of yourself, Isaac, you're not that healthy!"

Perseus smashed a stone statue with a single punch.

He then grabbed the stone statues and smashed four or five of them in half. He then turned around, grabbed two or three spears that were thrust at him, lifted the statue that was using the spear high, and slammed it down heavily.

Elsa, the elf, collapsed to the ground and was supported by Thales. Seeing this, she even tried to cast a spell.

But Isaac stopped him.

"I'll do it."

Isaac took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his [Oracle Eye]!

boom!

His field of vision suddenly expanded in front of him.

He could clearly see every blade of grass and every movement on the field, and as long as he wanted to or spoke, everything in his field of vision would be as he wished.

Golden pupils gleamed.

Isaac stretched out his hand toward the many stone statues that were entangled with and surrounded by Perseus.

All I heard him say was—

"collapse."

next moment.

Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd.

Those numerous stone statues.

It inexplicably stopped for a moment...

The next second, cracks appeared, and in an instant, the cracks covered every part of every statue. The places where the cracks broke and the direction of the cracks were almost exactly the same.

It was as if God was chiseling.

bang bang bang—

One by one, the stone statues turned into sand and gravel, rolling onto the ground.

Perseus was about to smash a statue with his fist when he got a mouthful of sand. Still somewhat bewildered, he looked around and saw nearly a thousand statues collapsing and crumbling one after another, turning into piles of scattered sand and gravel, raising dust that drifted away in the wind...

Only then did he notice Isaac standing to the side, and he was somewhat dumbfounded.

After Isaac finished casting the spell, everything went black before his eyes; he had exhausted too much of his mental energy.

I almost fainted...

However, just as he was about to fall, the power of the [Breath of the Purple Robe] was activated, unleashing a surge of immense life force.

Isaac forcefully pushed back.

The feeling of weakness throughout my body vanished instantly.

Isaac shook his head and looked at Perseus, who seemed somewhat lost among the sand and gravel. After thinking for a moment, he drew the black sword from his back and handed it to Perseus.

As he used [Breath of the Purple Robe] to heal Perseus's fist wound, he handed him the sword and solemnly said, "Perseus."

"You lack a good weapon."

"This is the sword my father once gave to Grandpa Tyr..."

"Now I will give it to you; it is an ancient magical weapon."

"You don't need to use your fists anymore."

Perseus took the black sword and stood there stunned for a long time.

Feeling the soothing, cool sensation on my fist, like the warmth of a spring.

Then, Isaac used the Breath of the Purple Robe to help the elf Isa regain her strength.

After recovering, the girl jumped up again, full of energy.

Thales, seeing this, breathed a sigh of relief, gave Isaac a deep look, and asked, "Is this also the power of God?"

Isaac smiled. "Of course."

Thales seemed to be deep in thought.

However, he was soon drawn to something else right in front of him.

He pointed to the black sword in Perseus's hand.

He said, "My lord, it's not that I'm being presumptuous."

"That ancient magical weapon, I just glanced at it, and you haven't activated its power at all."

"Activate?" Isaac asked curiously. "Isn't this sword just sharper and harder?"

Thales shook his head, almost laughing. "No, my lord..."

"You're seriously underestimating an ancient magical weapon by thinking that way."

"Each ancient magical weapon is priceless and possesses unique special abilities."

"As it happens, I studied the techniques for activating magical weapons in Athens."

"My lord, may I give it a try?"