[Genealogy of the Gods? Bronze Age]: The gods predicted that the god king would be overthrown by his son again, even if the second generation god king Cronus swallowed all his children into his belly.
Until the birth of the thunder and lightning, the Silver Age was once again overthrown by their descendants. Zeus, the youngest son of Cronus and Rhea, the third generation king of the gods, held lightning in his hand and stepped on Olympus.
The top of Sri Lanka Mountain.
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Although it was not the first time, Wang Kui would feel trembling all over every time he saw such a scene of arrogance and power, unable to suppress the excitement in his blood.
"This is the power that can only exist in a world where gods descend! One day I will also have this coveted powerful power!"
Wang Kui was in urgent need of a mouth to vent the turmoil in his heart. He suddenly stepped forward, and his heavy steps would crush the ground heavily every time he landed on the ground.
In the surprised eyes of everyone, Wang Kui walked straight towards the rough boulder that was about 1 meter high and weighed 200 minas (174 kilograms).
It was a strong body that was not suitable for his age. The muscles were twisted and tightened like steel bars. The angular body showed the power of Spartan blood.
A low roar surged in Wang Kui's throat, and finally burst out violently. The rock, which was larger than others, suddenly lifted off the ground and was slowly lifted up in the eyes of everyone in disbelief.
Wang Kui felt that the muscles and bones all over his body were vibrating. He felt that endless power was constantly emerging from the depths of his body. It was the power derived from the bloodline of his ancestors. According to his consciousness, it surged to the limbs and bones of the body.
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Seeing Wang Kui's performance, Akela immediately praised rudely: "Hahaha! Kratos, son of Quirio, even your father would be proud of your strength. The future of Sparta will definitely depend on you."
glory."
Even the expressions of the adult warriors who were preparing to go hunting on the side were full of excitement. They all praised Kratos's qualifications and envied Kratos. They secretly thought that they should work harder to continue the Spartan bloodline when they return.
, but I can always pin my hope on my next generation.
Life in Sparta really begins...
17 children who were only 7 years old and could not even be called teenagers were divided into 4 teams with 4 people in each team. Wang Kui was singled out because of his outstanding qualifications, and under the personal guidance of Accra, the competition was even more cruel.
of exercise.
This is not to make a fuss. In this world where strength is paramount, only the strong can obtain more resources and be praised by everyone.
"Pull harder. Only when you use more force can you understand the mysteries of our body. Use your skin, your muscles, and your bones to feel the pain, understand the bleeding, and learn to fight against them. The body is our greatest weapon.
!" Akela stood straight on the spot with his hands behind his back and yelled at the young army.
All the young soldiers stood facing each other in pairs. Amid Akela's scolding, the whips in their hands, made from iron-headed viper skin soaked in old tree oil, lashed out at their companions mercilessly.
The strong bodies of these young Spartans were in disarray, and every time the whip fell, there was a black and purple streak, which was as shocking as a terrifying poisonous insect.
But even so, none of the 16 young Spartans cried. They gritted their teeth and had perseverance on their faces. Under Accra's guidance, they felt the pain from the whip. Every time they were hurt, their bodies
They will tremble once, although it is very weak, but they really feel that every time they receive a blow, their body becomes stronger.
"Kratos, if you can't bear it, you can speak up. Even your father has never used adults as training objects. The God of War will not despise Spartans who dare to challenge."
In the open space next to him, Wang Kui stood with empty hands, and the person who beat him was actually an adult Spartan. Although he was a woman, his strength was not at all like those of those who had not yet fully grown up.
Years old children can compare.
At this time, Wang Kui's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he had been fished out of the water. A large amount of sweat gurgled out of his pores, and when he touched the shocking wound, it was even more painful.
Wang Kui's mouth made the sound of grinding teeth, but he didn't say a word, with an extremely determined look in his eyes.
The muscles in Wang Kui's body are like precision-controlled machines. If anyone could see it, they would find that with each slap, every muscle cell in his body would be consciously arranged and combined. The response would be slow at first,
The cooperation was disordered; but then it became faster and faster, just like the new recruits who had just joined the army, transforming towards the elite in all battles under the arduous training.
In addition to whipping each other with whips, these young Spartans also had to undergo brutal weight-bearing and negative-pressure torture. Their bodies were tied to heavy rocks and sunk into a thick swamp. They would only be released after the prescribed time.
If you are pulled up by a rope, if you can't bear it anymore, you can only die in the swamp. When you are pulled up, you will just be a lifeless body.
The climate changes in the ancient world were mysterious and unpredictable. The cold winter with falling snow was far from being as mild as in the previous life. A mouthful of saliva would condense into ice crystals as soon as you spit it out.
In such a cold environment, they have to be completely naked and constantly lift boulders weighing 100 min on the biting ice. Even if they are exhausted, they dare not stop. Once they stop, their bodies will be quickly blown by the cold wind.
Eroded and then frozen in the cold winter.
Wang Kui was breathing heavily. His whole body was covered with a layer of weight supported by the skeleton of a beast. It was the skeleton of a beast called an iron-bone ox. Each bone was as heavy as metal.
Not only that, the boulder in Wang Kui's hand was much bigger than others. While doing the press, he was also repeating the squat exercise. In such a cold winter, he was sweating like rain, and the sweat would melt instantly when it fell on the solid ice.
The merging lasted for who knows how long. At this time, Wang Kui's feet already had a high slope of solid ice.
Under the blazing sun, the young Spartans were taken to the rolling yellow sand. In Wang Kui's famous desert in his previous life, an egg would be boiled instantly if it was hit into the yellow sand. But in this other world
In the desert, even the desert looks barbaric and rough. The rough yellow sand grains are visible, just like red-hot iron sand. When you step on it with bare feet, your skin will make a hissing sound.
Almost every year, a young Spartan dies, and the eliminated ones will be ruthlessly abandoned. Even the parents will not miss the dead bodies, and they can only be left in the wilderness to become food for wild beasts.
Although Wang Kui had once felt compassion, when he witnessed a ferocious satyr rushing into the tribe and killing two people under siege by several adult Spartan warriors, it was a bloody human body.
It was brutally torn into pieces, and it wasn't until Querio arrived that he was finally subdued.
It was then that Wang Kui realized the cruelty of this world. If he could not withstand the harsh training, he would not be able to escape the fate of being slaughtered by others even if he survived. Only those with strength are qualified to survive.
So Wang Kui tried his best to train himself. Even though his training intensity was several times that of others, he never gave up.
Because Wang Kui has a burning desire in his heart, which is an infinite desire for powerful power. As long as his power is strong enough, he can survive...even if he is backed up again...
Wang Kui was quietly buried deep in the soil. Even his ears and nostrils were filled with plant decay. He was completely motionless, as if he were a dead person.
Wang Kui had been lurking like this for two days and two nights. In order to ambush an Erymanthus wild boar with extremely keen perception, he could only go to the feeding ground where the animal might appear in advance.
When he's thirsty, he sticks out his tongue to lick the water in the moist soil, and when he's hungry, he nibbles on the crawlers that occasionally pass by. It seems that as long as the target doesn't appear, Wang Kui can continue to lurk like this.
I don't know how much time passed, but the moist soil that completely covered his body suddenly shook slightly. Wang Kui's heart moved. He suppressed his excitement, controlled his breathing and heartbeat rate to the lowest, and even closed his eyes.
It only relies on hearing and vibrations on the ground to sense the movement of the target.
In the jungle where Wang Kui is hiding, the moist soil is rich in humus and microorganisms, which is one of the indispensable foods for the Erymanthus wild boar.
In addition, the Erymanthus wild boar is also a creature that lacks digestive juices but has a very strong stomach. Just like the rooster in the previous life, it needs to swallow stones or soil to help crush the food in its stomach.
As the vibrations from the ground became more and more obvious, a huge black figure gradually appeared. It was a huge wild boar that was as big as an elephant, covered in dark and rough leather, and with thick horn-like cuticles on its head.
Although this Erymanthus wild boar has not yet reached adulthood, it has already shown its power as a beast overlord. Even ordinary tigers and leopards do not dare to fight with it.
This Erymanthus wild boar was extremely vigilant. When it stepped into this humid jungle, its huge nostrils were constantly twitching. At the same time, a pair of wild eyes kept turning around, and its two-fingered pig hooves cautiously stepped forward.
Moving.
After almost circling the entire humid jungle, the Erymanthus wild boar finally relaxed its vigilance and found a place with the moistest and softest soil. It opened its mouth full of saliva and pointed towards the ground like a shovel.
After chewing on it, large pieces of soil fell from its mouth, while wheezing sounds continued to come from its nose.
At this time, the Erymanthus wild boar had completely lost its vigilance. It plundered the humid jungle wantonly. When it was satisfied, it would roll in the mud to use friction to wash away the food hidden in the gaps in the skin.