Light Speed ​​War

Chapter 290: A Kiss in the Clouds

Zhou Yuan recalled the scene of the human-beast war on the alien planet in his original world, where humans, elves, orcs, and dragons were divided into two camps and fought each other.

This time, the scene in Rome was similar to that time: the giants faced off against the beast army, and the elves faced off against the avian army.

On the giant spherical holographic display in the Plaza of Gods, the two factions had already begun their battle, and the ground was covered with the corpses of various beasts, giants, elves, and birds.

The giant wielded his greatsword and attacked swiftly, slashing at the heads of the beasts with almost perfect accuracy. However, the overwhelming number of beasts surged forward like a tidal wave. In some places, the beasts even piled on top of each other, with some leaping down from their companions, their long teeth biting at the giants' necks. Several giants fell.

Marcus, the great god, truly lived up to his title as the God of War of the Pantheon. Clad in feathered armor and sleeved with protective cuffs, his red battle robes danced like a blazing fire with his swift leaps. His left hand wielded a golden star-studded shield to parry, while his right hand, with a golden spear, impaled two ferocious beasts, killing them instantly. Wherever giants were besieged by beasts, the God of War charged in, unleashing a ferocious onslaught. His speed and ferocity instilled fear in many beasts, who dared not confront him directly. Slaughter seemed to be Marcus's daily routine; his charging power never waned. The God of War fought tirelessly, growing more and more excited with each battle. Countless beasts had already fallen beneath his spear. After Marcus's relentless charge, the scattered giant legion miraculously regained its footing and began to regroup. The regrouped giant legion was a different story altogether. Row upon row, shields and spears seamlessly linked, piercing and killing any beasts that tried to cross the front ranks. Giants possess immense strength, extensive combat experience, and tireless fighting ability.

This was the battle on the ground. In the air, the elven legion drove away the giant eagles and blocked the avian attack. Some avians attempted to attack the giants but were struck in the head by the elves' precise silver arrows, flapping their wings and teetering to the ground, crashing onto the beasts. The elven legion formed three large fan-shaped circles in the sky, protecting the giant legion in the center. Silver arrows were fired at the fierce, outstretched wings of the surrounding avians. Among the avians, the dragons were the strongest. Even if an elven silver arrow struck a dragon's head, it wouldn't die, but it couldn't withstand a second arrow shot into its own head.

Marcus was already inside the giants' ranks. He looked up at the sky and let out a long cry. The giant vulture that had been circling in the middle of the elven legion flapped its wings and began to swoop down at a rapid angle. When it was almost on the ground inside the ranks, it slowed down. Marcus took a few steps and then leaped up. The giant vulture seemed to be very familiar with this move and flew smoothly. Marcus stood steadily on the back of the giant vulture, looking quite majestic.

The great vulture, carrying Marcus, rapidly ascended diagonally, swooping directly towards the avian ranks. It let out a sharp cry, which seemed to startle the birds. True to its reputation as the mount of the war god Marcus, it was exceptionally fierce and agile. Marcus, just as he had fought on the ground, used his superb coordination with the vulture to carry out a series of assassinations within the avian ranks. The most thrilling and dangerous moments were when Marcus, standing on the vulture's back, would suddenly leap into the air, swiftly thrusting his spear at the birds. Due to the immense force, the spear would sometimes hang in the air for a while, still attached to Marcus and the bird's body. When Marcus pulled the spear out, he was already suspended in mid-air, letting himself fall without fear. His perfect partner, the great vulture, would swoop in at the opportune moment and catch him safely.

Zhou Yuan secretly admired the fighting spirit and courage of the God of War, Marcus.

The gods in the square, witnessing this grand and brutal battle, felt their blood boil with excitement. They all rubbed their fists together, looking at Kalis, waiting for the God-King's instructions. As soon as the God-King gave the order, they would rush to the battlefield and kill the enemy with gusto.

Kalis glanced around, seeing the expectant eyes of the gods, and then looked at the holographic display. On the display, the two factions were fighting fiercely, with blood flowing like rivers. Her subconscious desire to protect humanity was activated, and Kalis's blood surged instantly. She raised her shield and longsword and roared, "Kill!" The gods all raised their weapons and shouted "Kill!" in unison, their momentum soaring, and the sound of "Kill" echoed across the square.

Carliss turned to face Zhou Yuan. "Zhou Yuan, we're going to Rome County now. What about you?"

Zhou Yuan looked at Carlisle and said firmly, "I'll go too."

"Alright. What weapon do you prefer? A sword or a spear?"

Zhou Yuan thought to himself that Kalis seemed to have forgotten that he was not from this world. Then he was secretly pleased. Kalis's question meant that she had undoubtedly regarded him as one of the gods.

“Kalis, I like using swords. You don’t need to bother, I’ll have Nana forge one.” Zhou Yuan recalled his duel with Liu Qinglong in the capital star system of the Origin World Star System, which was also a sword duel.

Zhou Yuan turned around and said to Nana on his right, "Nana, I need your help. A golden Azure Dragon Longsword and a golden Starlight Shield."

"Yes, Master, please wait a moment."

In order to satisfy the gods' desire to participate in the battle and to gain their approval, Zhou Yuan had no choice but to join the fight himself. Only through fierce battles and the clash of blood and flesh could he gain the gods' approval. He thought that simply using warships to eliminate beasts and birds would not win the gods' approval.

About ten minutes later, Kalis and the others saw the strange beam of light again. Like Thor's hammer, each beam had a sword and a shield at its base. Pulled down by the speed of light, the sword and shield slowly descended and landed directly in front of Zhou Yuan. Zhou Yuan stretched out his hands, shield in the left and sword in the right. The shield was similar to the shields of Kalis, Marcus and the others, a golden starlight shield. The sword was not the starlight sword that Kalis had, but the Azure Dragon Sword, with a majestic long dragon coiled around its blade.

When Zhou Yuan took up the shield and sword, the gods couldn't help but shout "Good!" Zhou Yuan exuded a heroic and imposing aura.

Carlis looked at Zhou Yuan with a strange expression in her eyes. It took her a while to come to her senses before she said, "Okay."

"Nana, I'll send you a message with my ring later. Just do as I say."

"Yes, Master. What should we do with the captured Pegasus civilization warships and the hundreds of humans we rescued?"

"I'll return to the flagship after the battle, and we'll deal with it then."

"Okay. I wish Master a great victory." Nana seems to be showing some human qualities now, something Zhou Yuan had already noticed.

"Thank you."

"Master, I'm going back first."

"it is good."

Nana disappeared immediately, and the huge holographic display in the square also disappeared. Zhou Yuan tapped on the holographic display on his ring, sent the information to Nana, and then closed the ring.

The previously dark sky brightened again, and the sun was almost halfway up the sky, but the sunlight wasn't strong, as thin clouds blocked it. Zhou Yuan thought it was about 11 a.m.

Kalis had already instructed the gods to leave the square, leaving only Zhou Yuan and Kalis there.

The plaza was silent. The two stood facing each other, not speaking. Heavy footsteps echoed in the distance; the gods had finished preparing and were quickly lining up in the plaza, ready to depart. Zhou Yuan glanced at the ranks and estimated there were over one hundred and twenty of these "gods."

Zhou Yuan stood beside Kalis, who was giving a passionate speech to the ranks of gods, about protecting humanity, fighting bravely against the enemy, and fighting to the bitter end. The gods raised their weapons and shouted in unison. Zhou Yuan could feel the surging blood and courage of ancient humans.

"Bess, summon the Great Eagle!" God-King Kalis shouted.

“Yes, God-King.” A loud voice rang out, and a rather short, ugly man with a full beard and a limp stepped forward from the first row.

Beth took out a golden tube with several small holes on it. Zhou Yuan looked at the tube and thought it resembled a flute.

He held the bass horizontally, brought it to his lips, took a breath, and several sharp notes soared into the sky. Zhou Yuan felt his eardrums vibrate. These sharp notes echoed on the mountaintop, lingering for a long time, and the sound traveled farther and farther.

Suddenly, from the north of the "Hall of Gods" in the Golden Palace, more than a hundred large silver-white eagles with outstretched wings, led by a large golden eagle, flew straight toward the Plaza of Gods.

The gods dispersed in the square, each maintaining a certain distance from the others.

"Zhou Yuan, come with me." Kalis sheathed her sword behind her back with her right hand, extended her right hand, and Zhou Yuan hesitated for a moment before also sheathing his sword behind his back, handing his shield to his right hand, and extending his left hand. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand. Zhou Yuan felt that Kalis's hand was soft yet strong.

The golden eagle and more than a hundred silver-white eagles quickly arrived at the square. These eagles slowed down, just like the great vulture that Marcus, the god of war, rode. After swooping down, they quickly decelerated and then flew horizontally. The gods leaped directly onto the backs of the eagles.

The golden eagle, with its wingspan and body width, was at least seventeen or eighteen meters long. It approached Kalis and nodded at her, seemingly possessing sentience. Kalis, pulling Zhou Yuan along, leaped onto the eagle's back. She then released Zhou Yuan's hand, letting him walk to the front of the eagle's back, while she remained behind him.

The golden eagle let out a long cry into the sky, and the other 120 silver-white eagles also let out long cries, as if the horns of battle were sounding before the start of the battle. Zhou Yuan's blood surged.

The golden eagle soared upwards, causing Zhou Yuan to stumble and fall backwards. Caris reached out with her right hand and quickly grabbed Zhou Yuan's waist.

"Carliss, thank you," Zhou Yuan said, turning his head to Carliss.

Kalis blushed slightly, but Zhou Yuan turned his head and didn't see her blush. "Zhou Yuan, let me help you. This is your first time riding the Golden Spirit Eagle." Kalis continued to hold Zhou Yuan's waist with her right arm, not letting go.

Because Zhou Yuan was tilting his head, he noticed that the Golden Spirit Eagle was already in mid-air, flapping its huge wings and flying steadily southward toward the "Platform of the Gods". The "Platform of the Gods" had shrunk, and beside the Golden Spirit Eagle, many silver-white eagles were flying with their wings spread, and on the back of each eagle stood a "god".

Zhou Yuan turned his head, his eyes fixed straight ahead. A few clouds drifted before him, and a mist surrounded him, with a whooshing sound in his ears. Behind him, Kalis's ample bosom pressed tightly against his back. This scene stirred Zhou Yuan's emotions instantly. If it weren't for the gods behind him, Zhou Yuan would definitely have turned around, embraced Kalis, and given her a deep kiss—a kiss from the clouds, after all.

Zhou Yuan pressed his right hand against his chest to calm his mind and suppress his "evil thoughts." Zhou Yuan felt Kalis's right hand, which was wrapped around his waist, tighten its grip. Kalis's hand seemed to tremble slightly, making him feel a little numb.

Zhou Yuan couldn't stand it anymore. "Kalis, look at that cloud in front of us. It looks like a leaf. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Hmm," Carlisle simply hummed in response.

"Carlisle, let go of me."

"what's wrong?"

"I'm getting a little tired of standing. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

“Okay.” Carlisle seemed a little reluctant, but she slowly released her right hand.

"Thank you."

Zhou Yuan slowly turned around to face Carliss, his eyes filled with tenderness. Carliss was clearly uneasy, yet also seemed to be looking forward to something.

As if to coordinate with Zhou Yuan, the Golden Spirit Eagle just happened to fly into a cloud, leaving everything behind in a hazy state. Zhou Yuan seized this opportunity, suddenly stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Kalis's slender waist. Kalis seemed startled and leaned back, but Zhou Yuan held her firmly, bringing his mouth close to hers.

Carlisle let out a soft moan, then fell silent as the two kissed passionately.

Did the "karmic connection" of a past life preordain this "kiss in the clouds"?

Suddenly, several images flooded Carlisle's mind. These images included passionate kisses and lovemaking. The male protagonist in the images was Zhou Yuan, and the female protagonist seemed to be herself.

A wave of blissful pleasure made Carice hug Zhou Yuan tighter and kiss him even more deeply.

God-King? Give me a break. Warships? Forget about that too. This is an ancient era filled with flesh and blood, emotions and righteousness!