Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 232: Raise your butt, spank your **** (3.2k, please vote)

At this time, the archers in the open space looked at the smoke-filled explosion scene and let out a long sigh of relief.

She used the rapid-fire skills taught by the goddess and the little tricks her teacher taught her back then, and finally caught the opponent off guard.

Although this guy is very difficult, he will eventually solve it...

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound came from behind. The huntress first felt numb, and then a burning pain spread from her buttocks.

"What are you thinking about? Do you think I'm so easy to deal with?"

With a low cold snort, the figure who appeared behind Atalanta at some point knocked the half of a dead branch in his hand and slapped the huntress on the **** again.

 “Pop!”

The burning pain struck again. Atalanta recovered from the shock, and her proud heart was instantly filled with a strong sense of humiliation.

 “You guy!”

 With a violent shout, the huntress swung her arms back, raised her hard arched back, and slammed into the enemy's throat.

 “Use the short to hit the long, stupid!”

With a faint comment, a half-dead branch like a poisonous snake struck Atalanta's wrist, causing an uncontrollable soreness and tingling, causing the longbow to fall from the huntress's hand to the ground.

Seeing her weapon fall out of her hands, Atalanta subconsciously bent over, trying to **** the longbow back.

“The intention is so obvious, do you think I’m blind?!”

With an angry snort, the dead branches swept across, and the magic power surging at the tip instantly knocked the falling longbow away, completely cutting off Atalanta's plan to regain the weapon.

run!

Realizing that she was definitely not able to deal with the powerful enemy in front of her, the huntress could only grit her teeth and put away her pride, jumped back, and crashed into the dense forest. She turned around and used the uneven tree branches to jump like an elf in the forest, trying to escape. Go back to the Temple of Artemis in the center of the mountains and make plans.

 Temporary gains and losses do not mean final victory or defeat. As long as we distance ourselves and regroup, the outcome is still uncertain.

 In the realm of Arcadia, she was very confident in her speed.

 “Want to run? It’s too late!”

The faint cold snort came again, Atalanta's eyes blurred, and the figure who had been standing there caught up with her.

Immediately afterwards, a demon carrying half a dead branch slapped her buttocks hard.

Atalanta dodged left and right in humiliation, trying with all her strength to escape.

 But an uninvited guest stuck behind her like a gangrene, and kept spanking her hard, especially looking for the fleshy places.

 For a time, a crisp sound resounded in the dense forest like fried beans, vaguely mixed with a cheerful melody.

 “Pop!”

 “Asshole, stop it!”

 “Bah, bang, bang!”

“A warrior can be killed but not humiliated! Gu, let’s do it!”

 “Pah, pah, pah, pah!”

 “Devil, I’ll fight you!”

In the end, Atalanta, who had been beaten all the way, couldn't bear it anymore. Like a lioness at the end of her rope, she boiled up all her divine power and turned around to fight back, preparing to die with the guy who had caused her such humiliation.

  As we all know, felines can’t help but be amused.

　　If you **** them off, no matter who is on the other side, they will put up a fight to fight you whether you can defeat them or not.

However, with a blow to the forehead, Atalanta's vicious eyes suddenly became clear, and she looked at the figure who had removed the fog in astonishment.

"teacher?"

Lorne nodded, then straightened his face and spoke righteously.

 “It took you so long to recognize me, your insight is not up to standard!”

“Is this an assessment? Why do I feel like you just want to beat me up?”

Atalanta touched her swollen buttocks, grinning and gasping, with deep suspicion in her eyes.

Lorne glanced at Atalanta and asked lightly.

“Will the real enemy show mercy to you?”

 “No.” Atalanta shook her head.

 “Will the person who wants to kill you point out your shortcomings?”

 “No…” Atalanta shook her head again.

“Would someone unfamiliar with you teach you a lesson in this way?”

"Should...not?" Atalanta thought for a while and shook her head again, her originally clear eyes gradually becoming blank.

"So, if you think about it with your head, you will know that even if my identity is not exposed, I must be familiar with you!" Lorne revealed the answer angrily, and snorted coldly, "It's a shame that you have been fighting with me for so long. You didn’t react, and you ended up dying with me!”

 Looking at the sad expression on her teacher's face, Atalanta was immediately deeply ashamed of her impulsive behavior and poor battlefield performance.

“Well, there are so many doubts that I didn’t discover at the first time. Your good intentions, teacher, have been wasted.”

“Forget it, you are still young and it is normal to lack this kind of experience.”

Lorne waved his hand magnanimously, then glanced somewhere behind Atalanta, slowed down his tone, and asked with concern.

 “How is it? Does your **** still hurt?”

 “It doesn’t hurt!”

Atalanta, who has a stronger personality, straightened up subconsciously when she heard the question.

Then, due to the influence of the buttock muscles, the burning pain hit again, causing this sensitive feline creature to tremble involuntarily, gritting his teeth and whining.

Seeing this situation, Lorne stretched out his hand without any explanation and pulled his beloved disciple to his side.

"Okay, don't hold on, come here and let me take a look." As he said that, he raised his right hand slightly, and the life and healing power of the seventh incarnation [Crown] was activated, and the shining green light spots sprinkled on Atalan. On the extremely swollen buttocks, a burst of cooling and healing power spread, quickly reducing congestion and swelling in the affected area.

 The painful expression on Atalanta's face was gradually replaced by comfort.

The comfort brought by the healing and the sense of security around the teacher made her subconsciously let go of her guard and close her eyes to enjoy this wonderful experience.

 The tail of the feline behind her was gently sweeping in its own joyful mood.

 Looking at the fluffy thing sweeping around in front of his eyes, Lorne's eyes felt hot and his hands itched.

With this color and softness, it must be easy to move, right?

 Damn it, I really want to try it...

However, after muttering in his heart, Lorne finally resisted the impulse, put an end to the bad idea, and made a more anthropomorphic choice.

"okay!"

After washing away the last bruise, Lorne patted Atalanta on the shoulder, woke up the disciple who seemed to be enjoying it, and solemnly announced with a straight face.

"Now let's talk about your problems. First of all, the traps are too crudely set up, and the techniques are too single. They are independent of each other. Without good coordination, opponents with a little intelligence can easily avoid them. This needs to be changed. "

"Um!"

Atalanta nodded, keeping the teacher's teachings in mind.

Actual combat has proven that although the teacher's skills and tricks are not very aboveboard, they are really practical. That unexpected arrow was her rare achievement in the entire battle.

 “How about my archery skills?”

 “Ahem, so-so…”

Hearing what Atalanta was not talking about, Lorne commented with a dry cough, and then quickly changed the subject.

“Finally, there are insights, tactics and combat experience. They are all too immature. It’s okay to fight against ordinary demigods. But if you meet a real master, you would have died seventeen or eight times in the situation just now!”

"Um…"

Atalanta could not argue with this, because her teacher seemed to maintain the level of a demigod during the fight with her just now.

 Finally, Lorne concluded.

 “Congratulations, this assessment is 10 points!”

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 “Perfect score: 100! What do you think?”

"oh…"

Atalanta lowered her head in depression, her arrogance that had recently dominated the Arcadia Mountains was completely shattered.

Seeing his disciple's drooping cat ears, Lorne suddenly felt unbearable, and then he coughed lightly and threw out the sweet dates.

"Your archery skills and abilities are good, but you lack some practical experience. I will take you to the city later to compete with opponents of the same age, and I will ensure that your strength will improve by leaps and bounds."

"real?"

Hearing this, Atalanta, who was originally a little depressed, instantly became energetic.

Although the scenery of the Acadia Mountains is beautiful and you can hunt and gallop to your heart's content, if you stay here all your life, you will eventually get tired of it.

 Being able to go into the city and have some fun is still very tempting to Atalanta, who has an unstable mind.

 “Then when shall we set off?”

"Don't worry, at least you need to wait until Lady Artemis and I finish reporting our work and formally bid farewell."

Seeing Atalanta so excited, Lorne started to comfort her, dumbfounded.

“Okay, you go pack your things first, I have some personal matters to deal with.”

Atalanta nodded and immediately ran and jumped, quickly disappearing into the thick shadow of the dense forest.

Watching his students run away, Lorne turned his head and looked at the bushes on one side.

With the sound of rustling, the goddess of hunting, wearing a gauze skirt with moist moisture on her skin and hair, stepped out of the shadows and looked meaningfully at her little lover.

 After a while, Lorne was stared at a little and asked with a dry cough.

 “When did you come? What a coincidence?”

"Just when you were chasing Atalanta to spank her..." Artemis smiled half-heartedly, looking at the half-dead branch in someone's hand playfully, "It looks like it feels good?"

 “Ahaha, it’s just an education. I am also fulfilling my obligation as a teacher!”

With a guilty laugh, Lorne quickly dropped the crime tools in his hands, put on a serious face, and changed the subject.

 “I already know about Apollo and Asclepius…”

 Listening to her little lover recounting her experiences along the way, Artemis's face felt both distressed and moved.

Because of his own instructions, he narrowly escaped death and went to Hades to cover up Asclepius' crimes. He came out of it against all odds and rushed to the scene of the incident without stopping to protect the boy's soul...

That's not all, after that, she traveled all the way to Thessaly to enlighten her stupid brother.

 In order to ease the conflict between their siblings and prevent Apollo from doing stupid things, Lorne even gave all the credit to her.

 The goddess of hunting looked at her dusty little lover, with intense love and affection in her eyes.

 “Lorne…”

　　Listening to the murmur that was repeated a thousand times, Lorne suddenly understood, stepped forward, picked up Artemis by the waist, and rushed into the depths of the dense forest.

"Wait a moment…"

With a soft voice, Artemis, who was lying in her lover's arms, curled her fingers backwards and took half of the dead branches on the ground into her palms.

 “Take this with you too!”

 The goddess licked her dry lips, her eyes unquestionable, exuding a strong desire to win and the urge to challenge taboos.

 (End of this chapter)