Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 850 832. Armor in the temple

The holder of the artifact.

Although among this kind of characters, the most powerful one is like Cassandra. But under normal circumstances, this kind of opponent is not considered a threat in the eyes of Lan En and Cassandra.

It's just a troublesome character who needs to be slashed a few more times because of the protection of the artifact.

But for ordinary people who do not hold artifacts, or cannot be recognized by artifacts for use, what is the difference between this and meeting a plate-armored knight in the Bronze Age? !

There is still the possibility of losing lives on the battlefield, but in an ordinary battle where people can freely use their hands and feet in an open space, how can this be fought?

Ordinary plate armor knights may be relatively bulky, but the functions of artifacts are all kinds of weird, and protection is just a basic ability.

The pair of [Amazon Greaves] that Cassandra currently wears on her feet can still produce explosive power.

Fubai is being hunted by the holder of the artifact, and her premonition of crisis is now expanding like never before, making her heart pound.

The vision in front of him seemed to be blurred with the disorder of his heartbeat.

This isn't quite right.

Fu Bai thought to himself.

Even if she is flustered, she is not so flustered that her eyes are blurred, right? This year and a half of hard work in Athens was not in vain.

I have the plague, am I sick? Or was I just poisoned?

Thoughts were flying in his mind, and Fu Bai could only take one step at a time.

Try hard to find the denser crowd, get in, and then get out again.

But the feeling of being watched and followed is always with me.

Even the people who were following her were getting closer and closer, almost giving up hiding and starting to roughly push away the pedestrians blocking the road.

The sounds of curses and falls from pedestrians could already be heard in Fu Bai's ears.

In this case, Phoebe walked quickly with his head down, not caring about which road he was walking on, he only knew to approach the general direction of Pericles' mansion.

There's Lann, there's Cassandra, there's even a ball of fluff. With them here, it will definitely be no problem to deal with a few artifact holders who pop up from nowhere!

But soon, Fubo found trouble because of his blurred vision.

She found that she had walked into a building with only two entrances and exits.

Pericles Theater, this is also Pericles' contribution to the Athenians.

Thick corridors made of stacked cylindrical marbles, artistic wall paintings, neatly arranged audience benches, and a drama stage in front.

These things are quite artistic in ordinary eyes, and they also reflect Athens' emphasis on art and cultivating sentiments.

But now

The exit in front of Fu Bai was blocked by two warriors holding hook knives, shields, and wearing old man masks and black and purple tassels on their helmets.

Behind her just as she walked in, two other similarly dressed warriors also walked in.

At the door where Fu Bai came in just now, a pile of patient corpses was burning.

One of the religious guards reached out and pulled out two burning corpses from the fire, dragged them to the exit of the theater, and blocked them.

The sound of sandals clicking on the marble floor was slow and heavy.

The friction of dragging corpses and the crackle of human bodies burning brought echoes under the sound-concentrating architectural structure of the theater, a hollow and permeating echo.

"Sorry, kid."

The religious guard who was dragging two burning corpses with his bare hands to block the door said under the old man's mask and at the same time pulled out his hook knife.

The double snake entwining pattern on his shield reflected golden light in the flicker of fire.

It didn't look sacred, but rather strangely cold.

"The order we received is: kill Maurice Dieter and leave no one alive."

"You really shouldn't have come to his house today." Fu Bai's throat rolled up and down, and he swallowed hard.

At the same time, his body arched slightly, like a cat ready to go.

She moved her left wrist slightly, feeling the mechanism of the hidden sword and the firmness of its binding.

At the same time, it seemed that because the sense of crisis had reached its peak, Fu Bai's originally blurry vision suddenly became clear.

Moreover, there are some differences from the normal field of vision.

She seemed to suddenly 'mark' these cult guards.

After marking, she could clearly 'see' the outlines and positions of these people even if they moved behind the building.

You can even see their hand movements behind the raised shield!

Fu Bai still didn't know what was going on, but with her vision clear again, she was not ready to sit back and die.
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On the other side, Lan En also helped Pericles to his cherished Parthenon under the leadership of Flannel Ball.

"The ship Aspasia contacted was the Adrestia, which is Cassandra's ship."

Lan En took the frail old man beside him to the highest point of the Acropolis. Looking down from the cliff here, he could see the whole city of Athens.

The Parthenon was built here not only because Pericles wanted everyone in the city to see this miraculous building, but also to reflect the lofty status of Athena.

Not all of the tall and magnificent temples are made of pure marble. When it was being built, famous artists in Athens came here to offer their skills.

On the walls of the temple, artists used murals to depict the mythical story of Athena and the story of the city of Athens.

In the temple, there is a red bronze statue of Athena carved by Phidias himself.

The shape is exactly the same as the huge statue in the city, but after being scaled down, it is still more than ten meters tall, and the details are more delicate.

Even during this plague-ridden period, the Athenians still filled the temple with flower petals, used copper jars and bottles to hold sacrifices, and placed them at the feet of the statue of Athena.

Incense smoke drifts into threads and lingers around the statue. It seems more ethereal, even divine.

Lan En helped Pericles in. His ears flapped slightly and he heard a few breaths outside the side door of the main hall.

He didn't think much about it. After all, in this era, even during the plague, there must be priests in the temple.

In other words, it is during difficult times that there must be priests.

Lan En helped Pericles to the statue of Athena and stepped aside.

He doesn't believe in God, but he won't disturb other people's worship.

But when Pericles just knelt down devoutly in front of the statue of Athena and crossed his hands, Lan's brow suddenly frowned.

His eyes looked toward the side door of the temple.

The original sound of breathing there was approaching, and the sound of sandals stepping on marble was clear and powerful.

But the problem is that those sounds are also accompanied by the collision between armor parts!

Priests don't wear armor in temples!

"Pericles, get up first."

Lan En put his left hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, stared at the side door, and walked towards the Athenian consul who was kneeling on the ground.

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