Greece brings evildoers

Above the Garden of Truth, the three of Lorne were running quickly through the grass, trying to escape the pursuit of Hypnos, the God of Sleep.

The endless grass underfoot sways in the dim light. The sun will not shine here, it will always be like dusk or night, and there are no lights. The small white flowers sense the passing visitors and dance with the wind, looming like ghosts and giving off a faint light.

This is the narcissus of the underworld. It is different from the species in the real world. Because it blooms in the "Field of Truth", it is also called the "Narcissus Plain".

All mediocre people who have neither feats nor evil deeds will stay in the Daffodil Plain, and their souls will be sent to this place. Before that, they must drink the water of the Leth River to forget everything in their lives.

As the white daffodils lit up slightly, the three of Lorne saw the unexplained souls wandering around in this plain full of underworld daffodils.

Because of the water of the Leut River, they have no memories, no future, no emotions, and no purpose. They can only come to the riverside when they are hungry and eat the flowers that grow on the riverside to satisfy their hunger.

"Ouch!"

Lorne, who used the speed of [Goat] to hold Thetis one step ahead, turned his head when he heard the sound and answered casually.

One, Morpheus, also known as the "Shaper", is an anthropomorphic dream god who is good at transforming into the image of a human being and is the head of the three thousand dream gods;

"Not bad, you were able to avoid the blow just now. It seems that you are the target that Father God asked us to focus on!"

God the Father? Is he the son of Hypnos?

"And you, why are you trying to be strong? We all have no grievances. Just be obedient and if you don't want to suffer, just obediently undo the dream curse you placed before. Let's keep the same."

"run!"

Looking at the tens of thousands of undead that suddenly regained their vitality and rushed towards this direction, Lorne couldn't help but think of the army of students who rushed to the cafeteria when the bell rang.

It was a plant from the underworld called "Golden Spike Flower". These flowers often grow not far from the riverside. They can eliminate the hunger in their souls by providing the dead with the breath of death.

Seeing that Thetis, who was guarding Sisyphus, was beginning to be in danger as the beasts stepped up their offensive, Lorne's face turned cold, and he unceremoniously twisted off Fabotor's other movable arm and scolded her forward. .

Instead of thinking about them, it's better to worry about yourself in advance.

This liar is really stubborn and deserves to suffer a lot.

"People are here! Catch them quickly!"

The fleeing Son of the Wind God let out a shrill scream, flew up with his big feet, angrily kicked away the rude undead that was hanging on his butt, and then moved forward to plead with him with a mournful face.

What was even more annoying was that the large group of crazy undead were chasing him straight away, even if he changed lanes in an emergency, it was useless.

"tasty!"

Looking at the menacing group of dragons, Lorne snorted coldly. The golden light wheel behind him pointed at the fifth grid. Golden-red bloody flames rose into the sky. The country-building spear in his hand was thrown forward, tearing through the dragon flames with lightning speed. Penetrating the sky at a blinding speed.

Damn guy!

Forbotor, who turned into a giant dragon in front of him, heard the words and was immediately strongly insulted. He immediately threw aside the order of his father Hypnos to not act rashly after discovering the target. He flapped his wings forward angrily and opened his mouth to spit out blazing bears. of hellfire.

"Hmm..." Lorne smiled and nodded, making a meaningful nasal sound, and the speed of drawing the Hermes text on his hand slowed down a bit.

When Luo En heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

——The blood and life of living creatures!

"The other side, it smells so good..."

A high-pitched and majestic voice spread to the surroundings, and pure black butterflies emerged from the phosphorescence one after another, and then turned into thousands of bipedal flying dragons, gathering in the sky and surrounding the area.

Upon hearing this, thousands of bipedal flying dragons immediately fluttered their wings and landed on the ground, turning into lions, cheetahs, magic pigs, giant snakes and other strange monsters, and swarmed directly towards Thetis and Sisyphus on the other side.

Anyway, the two teammates at the back are more outrageous than the other in terms of strength and background.

The embarrassed Fulbotor, who had just recovered his human form, climbed up from the pit with a curse, when a figure as fast as lightning rushed in front of him and kicked him into the soil at the edge of the pit.

Seeing that the other party was so understanding, Lorne showed a pleased smile, and then threw Forbotor backwards. He decisively grabbed Thetis and Sisyphus, activated the divine speed of [Goat], and rushed out of the range of the beast tide.

"Eat alive!"

Onilii, also known as Oneilos, are the dream-talking gods in Greek mythology. They are the sons of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and are the incarnation of all dreams. Legend has it that there are three thousand of them.

In an instant, the humanoid monster vibrated its jet-black wings, and countless dark phosphorescent lights shone down. The surrounding space twisted and elongated along with his body, turning into a hundred-meter-long giant dragon, roaring into the sky.

Under the strong shock, the dream god Fubotor was hit hard again. Several of his sternums were cracked and broken. A mouthful of purple-black reverse blood spurted out from his throat, and he was in a state of depression.

"puff!"

"Roar!"

Third, Phubertol, also known as "The Terrorist", is a dream god who imitates animals. He is good at transforming into the image of birds and animals. Therefore, the gods also call him - Ikerus, which means "the image-like one".

Second, Phantasus, also known as the "Illusionist", is a dream god who is good at transforming into images of earth, stone, water and wood;

There is no need to worry about their safety and speed.

Countless hungry and crazy whispers came from all directions. A pair of empty eyes stared at the three people walking through the flowers. Their throats moved unconsciously, and they subconsciously raised their sharp hands and ran towards the freshness from the human world.

Hearing the crisp sound of broken bones and the painful groan of the boss behind them, the beast-like Dreaming Gods stopped their attacks.

After all, he had fleeced half of the main gods of Olympus. In addition, the God-killing attribute of the Gun of the Nation-building, ordinary gods would basically be killed in seconds.

Under the contemptuous eyes of Loen, the fraudster who was at fault was speechless.

"Oh, I just cast a suppression spell to seal the breath of life in our flesh and soul."

"Happy cooperation!"

"..."

"Damn it!"

"Didn't we agree to a one-on-one duel? Why did you bring in the miscellaneous soldiers to clear the map?"

At this moment, the tall and ferocious humanoid monster licked its lizard-like slender and scarlet tongue, and a hint of excitement flashed in its snake-like eyes.

Usually, the Dreaming Gods have black wings on their shoulders and live in the dreamland on the edge of the underworld. They are under the command of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and are responsible for making dreams for all kinds of creatures in the world.

At the same time, a black butterfly with a hideous face flapped its wings and flew over, hitting Sisyphus' head directly.

However, as his eyes fell behind him, he suddenly realized that it was not Hypnos, the god of sleep, who came here.

Finally, after a painful experience of every second, the suppression spell in Loen's hand was finally completed, and Sisyphus was successfully rescued from the siege of the undead.

"When we return to Corinth, I will have enough honey wine from the god of wine!" Sisyphus promised.

Then, Lorne pinched the broken bone in Phoberto's arm, looked at the face that was distorted with pain, and gave kind advice.

A humanoid monster wearing black armor, with black wings on his back, and with beast teeth and claws spoke in a muffled voice.

Of course, in addition to golden spikes, there is another kind of food that can fill the stomachs of these confused undead.

Sisyphus' eyes went dark, and before he could curse in anger, his consciousness fell into endless chaos.

At the same time, the two-legged flying dragons transformed by the Dreaming Gods in the sky also swooped down and besieged the three felons of the underworld.

Miscellaneous soldiers? Are you talking about us?

Looking at his poor teammates, falling straight down with a painful look on his face, Lorne turned back indignantly.

"Agree! I agree!"

Under the deliberate delay of a certain black-bellied god, Sisyphus was pounced on by several undead spirits, and several wounds appeared on his arms, buttocks, and even thighs.

Just as Sisyphus made up his mind and walked towards Lorne, he saw the other party's face change slightly, and suddenly pulled up Thetis beside him and dodged to the side to avoid.

Damn...

Under the tyranny of a certain man, Phoebe, who was about to faint from the pain, could only nod in humiliation, and quickly threw a drop of blood at Sisyphus's forehead, and a black gas mixed with screams and cries dissipated and disappeared.

Looking at the couple in front, Sisyphus' eyes were filled with grief and anger,

"What about me?"

It is basically impossible to expect them to swallow their anger after suffering a loss.

With the dull sound of sharp blades entering flesh and painful screams, the pitch-black dragon dragged half of its broken wings and fell down like a crashed fighter plane, plunging into the dark mud of the underworld and smashing a hundred-meter deep pit.

"Why are they only chasing me and not you?"

"Why? You are not convinced that you are a miscellaneous soldier? If you want to catch me, at least let Hypnos do it himself, you are not qualified!"

"What's the benefit?"

"Even the Father God praises you, just in time, let me try your ability!"

"You are the God of Sleep, why do you also sneak attack this set? You don't follow martial ethics!"

"What are you waiting for? A bunch of useless things!"

Sisyphus, who was chased like a rabbit and ran around everywhere, couldn't help but break his defense when he saw this situation.

The low voice of Thetis came from the side, and then the goddess of the sea gave a few concise introductions, which made Loen understand where the opponent in front of him came from.

They were not stupid. Even their boss was killed by someone in one round. If they went to attack him now, it would be a waste of lives.

He swore that he would never run away first next time. It seemed that it was safest to follow this guy.

However, in a moment of distraction, an undead rushed over from the side of the bush, opened its drooling mouth, and bit the most plump and elastic soft meat in front of it.

"Be honest!"

Lorne could not help cursing Hypnos for his unethical behavior.

As expected, Sisyphus didn't run a few steps before he felt a gust of wind blowing past him, easily leaving him behind.

Phobert's cheeks flushed with anger. He wanted to refute, but he was helpless in the face of indisputable facts, so he had to vent his anger on his subordinates beside him.

"Where's the suppression spell? Brother, put it on!"

Obviously, the dream god who turned into a giant dragon and blocked their way was the "terrorist" Phoebustor and his group of beast-like dream gods.

"Brother..."

"It's Oeniris..."

As we all know, the Greek gods have always been unruly and petty.

Sisyphus said nothing, and as usual, he exerted his talent as the "Wind Rider", pushed the blood of the wind god in his body to the limit, and ran away first.

The three thousand dream gods can be divided into three categories according to their functions, and the three best sons of Hypnos are their managers.

Loen pulled out Phoebustor, who was embedded in the soil, with his bare hands, and held it in his hand, sneering with disdain.

"Who told you to run so fast? You are always the first to run away!"

The surviving Sisyphus stood up from the grass like a little girl who had been ravaged by thousands of big men, and was moved to tears by the good comrades who took the initiative to lend a hand.

"Ah~! My ass!"

"Swoosh!"

"Hiss~ah~! Don't bite! You bastards, don't bite it!"

Persimmons, of course, have to be picked soft.

As expected, Loen didn't run a few steps, and Phoebustor's angry roar came from behind him.

But this time, he was obviously much smarter, knowing to call other dream god brothers and father god Hypnos to join together and then work together.