Lahorak, this is the name given to the warriors of the Sun Cult, and my brother and I were once part of this group of warriors.

But now looking at the body of Paras, Atreus knelt down silently. He had knelt countless times in his life and was defeated countless times, but he had never surrendered once. But at this moment, Atreus

He only felt tired. After kneeling down, he didn't even want to stand up again. His eyes were bloodshot, his limbs were sore, his brain was dizzy, his body was purple and red from the cold, and his arms and behind his ears were covered with frostbite.

Atreus was too lazy to look at his feet.

If he survives, his legs will lose their use and they will be amputated. Then he may become a Lahorak warrior waiting to die of old age, an old disabled man who has failed his whole life. He will become the laughing stock of his tribe, and

The star map on the chest is no longer honor and faith, but a shame.

However, it is not that the tribesmen feel ashamed because the old disabled man has a star map on his chest, but the old disabled man feels ashamed because he has this star map on his chest.

Gods are not worthy of human belief.

By the way, Atreus no longer knows how many days he has not had a good night's sleep.

Ten deaths but no life, this is the process of climbing Mount Targon.

So how do the guys who make it work survive?

Or do different protoss treat believers in different ways?

Putting aside those thoughts, Atreus said to himself tiredly:

"Paras, my brother, it seems that I can't take you home. I'm sorry, he is eroding my body. I don't know how long I can hold on. Poor Iura, I'm sorry, it was my willful leader.

Paras left you, and it was I who made you lose your beloved husband."

"I shouldn't believe it. This is my fault. It has nothing to do with the protoss or barbarians. I am too weak."

The murmur resounded in the wind and snow, and the blizzard hurt Atreus's cheek like a knife. A dull sound came from his chest, like a broken old bellows. Atreus gasped rapidly, in a daze.

, he seemed to glance down at Paras again.

He is smiling to himself,

No, how could he laugh?

He can't laugh,

His body had been frozen and no longer had any warmth. His former brother was like an ice cube in his arms, and Atreus's arms ached from the cold.

Yes, he can leave the body of Paras on the mountain now, and then go down the mountain alone, and then do some cleanup work in the Raqor tribe, because Atreus is dead, and what is left now,

Just the last breath, yes, how can mortals fight against gods?

But he endured the fatigue and discomfort, took his last breath, relied on faith, held Paras' body in his arms, and walked down the mountain step by step.

This tenacity surprised even the protoss who took away his body but didn't look down on him at all.

Yes, I am just surprised. After all, in the eyes of the protoss, the resistance of mortals is like an angry rabbit in front of a lion. It is cute and funny, but a meaningless farce.

"It's time for you to give up, mortal." Pantheon, the great war protoss, said in a deep voice.

The voice was sonorous, powerful, decisive, and revealed the authority of God.

Atreus felt disgusted by this. The protoss, who had been believed by the Rakkor nation for generations, ignored the Rakkor people who were invaded by barbarians.

In the wind and snow, Atreus replied: "I will not give up, I will persist until the day you kill me."

The voice in his mind laughed again and said: "If it weren't for Gaia, you would be dead by now. Do you really think you have the ability to fight me? Mortal, you are dreaming, do you think you are like this?"

How much perseverance can you win? Do you think your spiritual will can beat mine?"

"I never thought about defeating anyone, Pantheon. The only one I have been defeating is myself." Atreus replied breathlessly, taking another difficult step, exerting force, lifting his legs, landing, and breaking away from the thick

Snow, and then repeat this action.

Every step taken was extremely difficult.

"Stars, scorching sun, galaxies, this universe is full of countless possibilities, but there is only one possibility, none of which belongs to human beings."

Pantheon disappeared. He didn't bother to argue with this mortal anymore. He was trying his best to capture Atreus's spirit, trying to erase his existence and occupy this physical body.

No one knew how much time had passed, and Atreus couldn't even tell how far he had gone.

He lowered his head numbly, shook his body and walked down the mountain.

Atreus felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally, he fell down, and in front of him, Paras was thrown out, hit a tree, and stopped.

What a risk, Atreus thought,

If it weren't for this tree, Paras would have rolled down and his bones would have ceased to exist.

Atreus used his only movable hand to dig deep into the snow, and then moved over bit by bit. Then, he pressed closely against Paras.

Atreus tried his best to hug Pallas with difficulty, and then he sighed and said:

"I'm sorry, brother, I can't let you return to your hometown, I'm sorry."

Atreus took a sword from Pylas and stabbed himself in the heart.

Yes, he will not admit defeat.

Even in the end, he had to fight these guys in his own way.

Atreus gritted his teeth and pierced the tip of the sword into his chest.

"You really are"

Paras's sword penetrated Atreus's chest, and blood gushed out like a spring, dripping and staining the thick snow. The corners of Atreus's mouth twitched, but strangely, he did not feel any pain.

Vaguely, he could still hear Pan Sen's voice,

He even saw a golden stream of light appearing on Atreus's body, and his body was changing accordingly. The pieces of frostbite fell off, revealing new granulations, and the golden light on his chest was even more replenished.

The life force lost by Tris.

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in!"

Seeing this, Atreus roared angrily.

In the face of these existences, human beings cannot even control their own life and death!

"It's time, mortal."

After a while, "Atreus" stood up again, no, it was the protoss Pantheon who stood up.

Grabbing the spear belonging to Atreus on the ground, Panson stretched out his arm and shook it hard. The next moment, many stars were bright in the sky. The dazzling stars painted a picture. The constellations of war shone on Panson's body, and the golden

The light spots turned into armor and helmets, and the simple spear belonging to Atreus also changed its appearance, becoming more powerful, and the golden light flowed from the gun body.

A huge shield appeared, and the tassels on his helmet were flying. Pan Sen felt the movement under Mount Targon, curled his lips, raised his gun, and jumped suddenly.

The figure turned into a streak of starlight and appeared in the sky. Panser flew down the mountain with his spear in hand, his destination clear.

He was going to kill the fallen Ascended One,

He wants to deal with the living weapons left over from ancient times.

On Mount Targon, several eyes were cast towards the foot of the mountain, where the barbarians and Rakkor tribe were being slaughtered by Aatrox.

The hateful dark night moon wolf did not leave, but prostrated from a distance, watching the show with great interest.

Leona couldn't help it anymore, raised her head and said, "It's not that I don't believe in the Pantheon star spirit, but are we really not going to help? Are we just going to watch here?"

"What do you want to say?" Two pairs of eyes turned to Leona, which made the Rakor girl favored by the Rongde Star Spirit a little panicked. She quickly said: "I just, I just..."

"Now you are the heir to the Star Spirits and the leader of the Solar Sect. You are no longer a mortal, Leona. What you need to do is to maintain the majesty of the Star Spirits, not to care about the life and death of these humans."
Chapter completed!