Greece brings evildoers

On Mount Helicon, the ancient temple stands on the peak, suspended quietly, like a pure Rubik's cube storing memories in the hands of a giant.

Here we are, the Temple of Memory!

On the gravel path connected to it at the foot of the mountain, Lorne and a team of ten people from the nine muses looked up at the wonders at the end of the road, looking at each other and nodding.

Mnemosyne, the goddess in charge of memory, language, and writing in the Greek world.

She is the daughter of Uranus and Gaia, one of the Twelve Titans, and once gave birth to nine Muses with Zeus. She is also known as the "Mother of the Muses".

And Mount Helicon is the holy place of this goddess of memory.

Because they took the initiative to break with their main god Apollo, the Muses thought about it and decided to come to the temple of their mother Mnemosyne to pray for help and support.

But in their memories, this mother had an extremely indifferent character, rarely intervening in the disputes between the gods, and often ignored even their daughters.

In addition, the Styx Oath restrained the Titans, so the nine muses did not know how their mother goddess would react.

Fortunately, they are not alone, nor are they helpless.

The goddesses looked at Lord Dionysus, who had been by their side all the way, giving encouragement and support, and felt reassured.

Immediately, everyone calmed down, stepped over the last step, and officially opened the door of the Temple of Memory.

And the moment his hands touched the door, the surrounding space rippled like water waves, bringing a wonderful sense of imbalance, as if the five senses and memories of the body were quietly stripped away and stuffed back into a lighter and more sensitive body.

When Lorne came back to his senses, he was already in the temple, and the internal structure came into view.

Looking around, the geometric composition, clean colors, and pure space create a quiet and solemn atmosphere. The beauty is so pure.

The surrounding space is constantly changing like a twisting Rubik's Cube, but with every step, the neighborhood stabilizes.

In different areas, there are neatly arranged bookshelves, and all kinds of books are as vast as a sea of ​​smoke and as bright as stars.

Lorne instantly had the illusion of being in a world-class library, and felt at home.

"Mother Goddess, we are here to see you!"

Eratos, the muse in charge of love poetry, showed his lively and lively character as soon as he landed. He held Lorne beside him with one hand, curled his other hand into a half trumpet shape in front of his lips, and shouted loudly.

Before the other muses could stop them, the cheerful voice instantly echoed in the quiet temple of memory.

The next moment, tens of thousands of bookshelves around them seemed to be awakened, and there were noisy vibrations one after another.

Several books fell from the bookshelf and were suspended in mid-air. The pages of the books were flipping, and flickering light patterns and jumping characters were looming among them.

In an instant, the faces of the muses changed, as if some bad memory had been awakened.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lorne vaguely remembered a common rule in the library from his previous life.

——Loud noise is prohibited in the library.

"run!"

At the same time, Erato, realizing that something was wrong, grabbed Lorne beside him with one hand, held his head with the other hand, and rushed into the temple.

Almost at the moment the muse of love poetry reacted, the surrounding bookshelves trembled.

Immediately afterwards, books on astronomy, geography, poetry, miscellany, magic, etc. fell from the bookshelf, gradually filling the passage in front and the dome above everyone, like soldiers who had heard the order and assembled, heading towards the disturbance. Invaders of temple peace, attack.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

"Ouch~~"

Along with the large history books and several thick volumes of geographical maps, they hit the heads of the muses behind him hard, causing a series of screams. Lorne immediately understood the love poetry goddess beside him. His stress response and evasive actions are so standard and rapid.

Obviously, "love" that dares to break through the constraints of rules has often been beaten by "reality".

He didn't think too much, and quickly imitated Erato's example, shrinking his neck, protecting his head with one hand, and quickly rushed into the temple.

The muses who were a beat behind, under the critical attack of "knowledge", ran away with their heads in their hands while glaring angrily at their sister who was the fastest runner after causing trouble. And cursed in his heart.

Fortunately, with a long corridor of hundreds of meters, the distance is not too far.

It only took a few seconds for Erato to pull Lorne and rush to the corner at the end.

The happy girl god leaned in front of the white arch, patted her chest, and was glad that she had not been hit.

"Phew, it's safe, we..."

"Get down!"

However, the moment she was about to step out of the corner, the arm on her left side suddenly pushed her down with a deep roar.

"boom!"

At the same time, a huge blue-gray claw landed on her original position, smashing a horrifying deep hole into the white marble wall.

As the rustling dust fell, Erato, the Muse of Love Poems, subconsciously raised his head and saw two ferocious heads with horns on their heads, yellow-brown snake-like vertical pupils, and the whole body covered with hard scales.

——The poisonous dragon of Ares!

Erato couldn't help being shocked and his face turned pale.

"Roar!"

At this time, a violent roar came, and two ferocious heads opened their huge mouths full of sharp teeth. Poisonous fire with the smell of sulfur was already brewing in the monster's throat.

However, before the poisonous dragons could launch their offensive, a swinging fist wrapped in golden divinity struck their jaws at lightning speed, piercing through two ferocious heads in a row.

Strange, are dragons so fragile? Doesn't this feel right?

When Lorne was confused, he looked up and couldn't help but find that the poisonous dragon whose head was blown off by his hammer actually turned into words and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the neatly arranged bookshelves in the passage ahead trembled, streaks of light peeled off the books, and one after another legendary gods and monsters turned from virtual to real.

Chimera, the three-headed monster king, Cerberus the hell dog, Sphinx...

Lorne glanced at these ferocious-looking monsters, and finally his eyes fell on the category of [Mythic Epics] on the bookshelf, his eyes thoughtful.

If you guessed correctly, these gods and monsters should be phantoms manifested by the power of memory. They are responsible for guarding the temple and blocking outside intruders.

Lorne glanced at the muses in the back passage whose heads were beaten with books, and then looked at the Titans and monsters blocking them in front of them. All of them had memories of gods and monsters, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Teacher, I don’t lie to you—knowledge is power!

At this time, the remaining Muses also broke free from the violent beatings of the books and joined up with Lorne and Erato who had gone ahead.

They looked at the upgraded guards behind the corner and couldn't help but look at each other.

Strange, how could these destructive memories be activated?

Soon, they thought of some possibility, and their faces turned gloomy.

Could it be that the Mother Goddess doesn’t want to see us?

Noticing the depressed mood displayed by the muses, Lorne coughed dryly and gave a faint reminder.

"Well, is it possible that this is the reason for the changes in your aura and divinity?"

"..."

The muses suddenly slapped their foreheads and suddenly realized.

I almost forgot that they had just fired the main god Apollo, and their divinity and godhead had changed. This would obviously cause the memory temple's defense spells to misunderstand them.

Realizing that it might have been a false alarm, the Muses' mood gradually improved.

But then, new problems were placed in front of them.

If the formal path doesn’t work, what should we do next?

After thinking briefly for a moment, the muses couldn't help but look at one of the sisters.

Suddenly, Erato on the side shrank towards the corner subconsciously, like a thorn in his back.

However, the muses who had just been beaten up by the book unceremoniously pulled the sister out and held her in front. They even thoughtfully added amplification notes and waited for her full output.

No way, she, who is responsible for solo singing and love poems, is the one with the loudest voice.

A moment later, a high-pitched scream mixed with trembling sounds erupted in the white corridor, resounding throughout the entire Temple of Memory.

"Mother Goddess, please open the door quickly!"

After a strange silence, the entire Temple of Memory was shaking violently like an old man suffering from Parkinson's disease.

The shaking books fell from the bookshelves and charged towards these intruders who had no moral integrity at all.

At the critical moment, the surrounding space was twisted and transformed like a Rubik's Cube. Before Lorne and the other ten people had time to react, they felt their eyes blurred and were pulled into an empty and quiet study.

Behind the table with crystal balls, hourglasses, astrolabes and other furnishings, a goddess who was flipping through the books on the table, holding her chin in thought, slowly raised her head.