Greece brings evildoers

Titans! Typhon Demon Army!

Seeing the familiar faces swarming in the mental world, he suddenly woke up, quickly constructed a protective spell, and gnashed his teeth at his beloved disciple.

"You entered the door in the Elysian Garden?!"

Lorne smiled without saying a word, waved goodbye with a playful taste, and quietly moved back, leaving the main venue of this meeting to the two parties with deep grudges.

"Crack!"

In just a moment, the purple-red barrier formed by the protective spell shattered in the continuous collisions of the old gods, turning into scattered light dust, and the slender and graceful goddess of the moon was completely exposed to the eyes of the demons and monsters.

"Roar~~!"

Accompanied by violent roars, the old gods with resentment swooped towards Hecate, and the hideous shadows almost swallowed up all the light in the mental world.

Old gods, come on!

Come on, Master!

A certain unscrupulous audience member who retreated to the edge of the stage gave encouragement to both contestants in a balanced manner, with a face full of gloating jokes and expectations.

He sneaked into the underworld three times, played tricks with the descendants of gods in the human world, and dealt with the gods in Olympus... Didn't he do so much just for today's big scene?

No matter what, it must be worth the ticket price.

"Bang~!"

Just when Loen made up his mind and prepared to enjoy the battle between the two sides, a crisp smashing sound rang out, and the pure black sphere formed by countless phantoms of the old gods on the main field had light-like cracks on the surface.

"Puff puff puff!"

The next moment, a blazing and dazzling flame gushed out from it, tearing apart the darkness that enveloped the entire wilderness.

The phantoms of the old gods wailed in pain and fled from the blazing flames. The originally closed cages collapsed, revealing the graceful figure of Hecate.

Proud humming then sounded in the wilderness.

"If their real bodies come in person, I'm really a little worried, but unfortunately these are only part of their wills, and they are far from winning against me."

"It seems that it's not as easy as you say..."

Lorne spoke faintly, his eyes falling on the broken lantern at Hecate's feet.

As a three-phase goddess, Hecate has at least three powers and artifacts that can be used.

If I guess correctly, it should be the [Staff] representing witchcraft and magic, the [Dagger] representing conspiracy and betrayal, and the [Torch] representing the road and possibility.

The first two were inherited by Circe and Melinoe respectively, and the last one related to the fundamental nature of divinity was firmly in her own hands.

Obviously, like the [Talisman of Destroying All Laws] symbolizing the [Dagger], this [Lantern] is the externalization of the [Torch].

At the critical moment, she fought against the self-destruction of the original artifact to severely damage the will of the old gods who surrounded her, and barely escaped, which was enough to prove that the situation just now was not as light as she described.

Seeing that her bluffing was exposed, Hecate could no longer maintain her calm expression. Her face twitched and she looked at the unworthy disciple hiding on the edge with resentment.

"You actually betrayed your teacher and ancestors and teamed up with these old gods to deal with me. It's really a waste of my painstaking efforts for you."

"Doesn't this just prove that you taught well?"

Loen smiled with no guilt.

Although at first, he learned witchcraft from Circe since he was a child and should inherit the [Staff] representing magic and become a wizard.

But in fact, the one who had been teaching and urging him behind the scenes was Hecate herself, the goddess of darkness and conspiracy.

Strictly speaking, all these conspiracies and tricks of hers were learned from Hecate herself.

After being choked, Hecate, who was extremely depressed, was speechless. She could only stare at the "good student" who truly inherited her mantle in the distance and quietly close the distance.

"She's going to run!"

However, a treacherous good student decisively released a signal that Hecate was severely injured, and shouted at the phantom of the old god wandering in the wilderness.

"Kill her and you will be free, hurry up!"

Suddenly, under the instigation of Loen, the remaining will of the old gods gathered strength again and swarmed towards Hecate on the field.

And the culprit himself waved goodbye and smiled and retreated.

As the phantoms of the old gods attacked her like crazy, Hecate could only bite the bullet and deal with it while watching the cooked duck run away.

"Run, you can run away for a while, but you can't run away for a lifetime, I will find you sooner or later!"

Hearing the resentful threat in the wilderness behind him, Loen ran a little faster, cursing in his heart.

Outrageous! Really outrageous!

So many old gods and old gods came together to fight, and they could still let this woman jump around.

But then, he was relieved.

If Hecate was so easy to deal with, it would not be these old gods who were imprisoned in the dream of Elysian Garden.

Triple Nyx...

Triple Hecate...

Her origin is at least the supreme god in Orphism (Dionysus). Without some skills, how could she hold the title of Queen of Hell in the underworld where demons are rampant?

Loen stood at the edge of the mental world, looking back at Hecate, who was rushing around in the wilderness surrounded by the will of the old gods and constantly looking for the [road], with a faint flickering gaze.

It seems that the plan should be advanced.

In the dark cave, the Gorgon emblem on Loen's chest flickered and hummed quietly.

~~

At the same time, Ares Mountain.

Medusa, who was kneeling in the temple praying, opened her eyes as if she had sensed something, took out the Gorgon emblem with flashing light patterns on her chest, looked down and stared, her lips tightly pursed.

Then, she calmed down her fluctuating emotions, stood up from the ground, and raised her hands solemnly towards the statue of her main god.

The bright starlight fell from the dome of the sanctuary, and in Medusa's palm it turned into a golden scepter with a star and moon pattern embedded in it, and decorated with bird wings at both ends.

"Dang!"

The scepter fell to the ground, and circles of ripples spread out, making a crisp and exciting sound, as if playing a song of victory.

——The scepter of the goddess of victory, bred by a part of the divinity sealed here by Athena and Nike, is more symbolic than practical.

The holder of this scepter, like Athena in person, can command the sanctuary, dominate Ares Mountain, and decide everything by himself.

After a while, streams of light came after hearing the news, rushed to Ares Mountain, and landed on the square in front of the temple.

Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, the nine Muses, the three Graces, the two other than the Gorgon, the great witch Circe, the sage Chiron, the snake mother Echidna, and a large number of Typhon's descendants appeared one after another.

After a long time of getting along, and with Athena's intention to make friends, they have developed a sense of belonging here, and they share the prosperity and loss of Ares Mountain, and are willing to listen to the request of the owner of the scepter.

In a solemn atmosphere, they waited quietly

And Medusa in the temple looked down at the scepter in her hand.

Originally, the best candidate to master this thing was Hestia, but the goddess of the hearth was already asleep.

According to the continuation of the order, Medusa took over this authority from her own main god.

I can do it...

The little girl who once dared not even look people in the eye, silently prayed to herself in her heart, grasped the scepter of the goddess of victory in her hand, put on the bronze snake armor, held her head high, stepped out of the door of the temple, and solemnly declared to the old gods, new gods, demigods, monsters and heroes gathered here.

"Let's start!"

Everyone nodded happily, and a happy smile appeared on their faces.

~~

The Great Temple of Olympus.

A figure wrapped in lightning and storms broke through the door and rushed into the temple and roared.

"Who? Who did it?!"

Under Zeus's gloomy scrutiny, the gods present were silent and shook their heads one after another.

Soon, the faint gaze fell on two empty seats.

"Where are Ares and Hermes?"

Zeus frowned and asked, his face gloomy.

Hestia and Demeter basically never participated in the decisions of the gods, so it was normal for them not to attend this occasion.

How come Ares and Hermes didn't come after I issued the order to summon the gods?

"Maybe they are a little far from the holy mountain and are still on their way."

A cold and pleasant voice came from outside the door, and Hera followed into the hall.

Looking at his wife in front of him, Zeus's anger inexplicably dissipated, and his eyes were dazed.

Today, Hera seemed particularly beautiful. Her dignified appearance was not made up, but she was still cold and elegant. A golden belt was buckled on her slender waist, highlighting her graceful curves. She was full of charm, and even the goddess of love Aphrodite who was traveling with her seemed a little eclipsed.

"Your Majesty, since everyone is not here, why don't you sit down and wait for a while."

Hearing the suggestion, Zeus nodded in a trance, letting his wife take his arm, climb the steps, and walk towards the throne.

The throne made of gold was still exquisite and brilliant, as if waiting for its owner to come and use it.

Back to Olympus, everything is so perfect.

But for some reason, I always felt that something was strange.

After thinking for a long time, Zeus finally came up with the answer.

Wait, didn't Hera, the jealous woman, just have a cold war with him? Why is she so gentle all of a sudden?

"Crack!"

Just as the god king was filled with confusion, dozens of rune chains like snakes and pythons shot out from all sides, tightly bound his wrists and ankles, and fixed him on the throne!

In an instant, light patterns flickered above the hall, and the main gods who arrived one by one summoned armor and weapons, stirring up a biting chill.

They want to rebel!

Looking at the main gods who were fully armed and sharpening their knives on the field, Zeus's mind exploded with thunder and his face changed drastically.

So far, the flames of rebellion have officially ignited on Olympus.

At the same time, the confrontation on another battlefield has entered a white-hot stage.

In the dim and chaotic mental world, the phantoms of the old gods rushed towards the Queen of Hell who ruled the underworld, trying to completely regain their freedom.

But in the face of absolute suppression, their resistance was nothing more than a futile struggle of moths flying into the flame.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ancient giants, deformed gods and monsters, hideous monsters, towering old gods... one after another hideous phantoms collided with Hecate, and were annihilated by her powerful divine fire, leaving only a little bit of scattered light.

"Get out of here!"

Finally, accompanied by a roar of suppressed anger, Hecate completely broke through the heavy obstacles and came to the edge of the wilderness. Looking at Lorne sitting on the ground in front of her, she sneered faintly: "Run! Why don't you run?"

Lorne rolled his eyes at Hecate and complained unhappily: "I want to, but you have to give me a way."

However, hearing the complaints from the unworthy disciple, Hecate was in a good mood.

As the goddess of the road, when she invaded Lorne's mental world, she used her power to seal off all escape routes to prevent the cooked duck from growing wings and slipping out of her mouth.

In addition, the opponent still has her divine seal on him, which can make the target invisible. Therefore, although she was repeatedly frustrated, she did not really think that she would lose.

"Stop struggling, you can't escape."

Hecate looked at the unworthy disciple in front of her who had no way to escape, and sighed, as if she was touched by her compassion.

"Don't worry, I only want that divinity, and I don't have to kill you. As long as you are willing to hand over the things obediently, I will try my best to save your soul, or at the worst, let you reincarnate as a human being."

"Try your best?"

"Even if you reclaim your divinity, my divine power is not strong enough to surpass fate, so I can only do my best." Hecate also had no choice but to do so.

"Then do I still want to thank you?"

Lorne spoke with a smile, dismissive of Hecate's kindness.

Are you kidding me? He worked hard to get to where he is today. Do you really think he is an idiot for giving up all the results of his hard work to the other party as a wedding dress?

Not to mention, how much moisture is contained in the "best effort" in Hecate's mouth.

Even if the opposite party's conscience finds out and the plan succeeds, he will be able to successfully complete his reincarnation after being eaten dry by Hecate. But Lorne couldn't accept just losing his strength, starting over, and experiencing the days of being dependent on others and being on tenterhooks.

As if hearing her disciple's resistance, Hecate's tone became a little softer.

"Well, how about letting you become my slave? This compensation should be enough, right?"

"Sounds great."

Lorne nodded, as if convinced by the favorable conditions. But then, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and he spoke quietly.

"But you are so anxious, maybe you are not sure that I will win, right?"

"..."

Hecate's body stiffened, the shadow representing her soul swayed faintly, and the smile on her face couldn't help but freeze.

Although those are only part of the will under the brand of the old gods, the ants bite the elephant to death and resist so many attacks from the soul and divinity level, even she, the Queen of Hell, is a little bit too much.

If there is absolute suppression, there is no point in negotiating conditions or engaging in scheming.

Only when the strengths are unequal and you are not completely sure of winning, will you think of using strategies to make up for the gap.

This is one of the limitations of conspiracy.

But even so, the situation was still under her control.

"You are indeed outstanding, even better than I expected! Not only did you avoid crisis after crisis, you also quietly embezzled part of the [Destiny] of the Twelve Olympus Gods, allowing the seed to grow at an alarming speed Bloom and bear fruit."

Hecate looked seriously at Lorne in front of her and admired her sincerely.

This resourcefulness and potential are definitely more suitable for the priesthood of [Conspiracy] than Melinoe, and can help her.

But once you make some choices, you can't go back.

Hecate put away a trace of regret in her heart and spoke quietly, giving her final answer and support.

"But based on these alone, you can't defeat me. Because before you become the Lord God, you can't control that divinity. This [Fruit] was never left to you, but to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hecate turned into a beam of light and shot forward.

She is the goddess in charge of roads and opportunities, and the power she inherited comes from the predetermined god-king, Poros, the god of opportunity. Without a main god or a person above the main god, there is no way to use it for your own use. It's something she's been hiding.

And as long as she can get the divine nourishment from the same source, her previously lost strength can be quickly restored. Even if the opponent has the ingenuity of heaven, there is absolutely no possibility of a comeback.

There is no way I can lose this game of chess!

Just as Hecate was confidently heading towards the [Snack] in front of her, a deep voice echoed in her ears.

"too late……"

In an instant, the lamb that was supposed to be slaughtered raised its head, with a playful smile on its face, and opened its arms as if to welcome something.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the world above their heads shook violently. Stars lit up in the sky, forming a projection of eighty-eight constellations. Starlight as vast as the sea poured down on Lorne's body.

Like a substantial golden beam, the forward-moving Hecate was instantly deflected.

And Lorne, bathed in starlight, seemed to be undergoing some kind of wonderful transformation, his aura rising steadily.

Seeing the scene in front of her, Hecate's face was full of disbelief.

how so?

As if aware of Hecate's confusion, Lorne asked meaningfully.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"What?"

"The annual Bacchanalia."

Lorne replied leisurely, and then added.

"Of course, maybe a little ahead of schedule."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Hecate couldn't help but ask, her calm and elegant face showing an unprecedented anxiety.

This feeling is so bad, completely out of control, completely unexpected!

It seems that the dice that was once played with applause has found a way to completely escape her control.

Lorne looked at Hecate, his rival and teacher, and smiled.

"This is the experience I learned behind the door of the Elysian Garden: a thousand cats have the possibility of changing the world if they have the same dream. So what if tens of thousands of people call the same name and praise the same god together?

Especially when most of the Olympian gods are not in the world..."

Instantly, Hecate figured out everything and her face changed drastically, and the answer came out.

"Great sacrifice! You want to upgrade through this celebration!"

"That's right!"

Lorn nodded happily, opened his arms, and welcomed the bright starlight pouring from the sanctuary.

"Listen to this music of praise to the gods here!"

At the same time, in the city of Athens, countless residents gathered to drink and share the joy and feast given by the god of wine.

Hearing the shouts and cheers coming from her ears, Fedra, the crazy woman of the god of wine, flushed with excitement on her pretty face under the firelight, struck the cheerful and lively, deafening cymbals, lit the torches of the night dance, and invited the people of the city to release the joy of nature together.

"I call Dionysus, the roaring god, shouting 'Aha',

Dual nature, dead and resurrected, future king Bacchus,

Mysterious and wild, a pair of horns, two forms,

The ivy-covered, pure and majestic god of joy, shouting 'Aha'!

You eat sacrifices, are decorated with grapes, and are clothed with leaves, celebrating in the double year,

Immortal king, immortal spirit,

Listen to me, kind-hearted god, gentle and perfect god!

Come to me with your joyful followers!"

Countless people sang and danced, singing together.

The same thing happened in Thebes, Sparta, Corinth and other city-states. Countless Dionysian believers shared wine and food along the streets, inviting everyone to celebrate this happy day together.

All the singing and chorus gathered thoughts and blessings to the sky, and flowed together to the Ares Mountain.

And in that empty square, the nine muses, the three goddesses of beauty and the goddess of memory, and even the gods and demigods, drank the wine, praised in unison, and performed the final tuning and concerto.

"I call on the first born, dual-sex god, who appears in the sky,

He was born from an egg, with bright golden wings,

You roar like a bull, the origin of the blissful gods and mortals,

Unforgettable sowing, endless carnival in the world, the original one Phanes..."

The golden divine liquid condensed by faith flows into the starry sky of the sanctuary, and together pours into the stairs for a certain god to reach the top.

At the same time, in the world of mind images.

Green vines grow wildly under Lorne's feet; bunches of purple-red grapes burst open, and the air is filled with intoxicating wine aroma.

In a trance, Hecate saw that the figure was surrounded by the heads of various animals: goats, giant whales, bulls, wild boars, white horses, eagles...

He had two horns on his head, his hands were wrapped in grapevines, and his feet were shaped like the hind legs of a goat, which reminded people of the forked hooves of the god Pan.

If Hecate had read the unabridged "Twenty-four Lines of Sacred Words" and "Theogony" in a certain secret sect, she would be surprised to find that all these details were consistent with the mythological narratives in the secret book.

It was - [One of the Originals] Phanes!

And Phanes was the Orphic god who replaced Nyx, the Trinity, as the new ruler.

The next moment, the giant whale swung its tail, setting off new waves and storms; the goat ran as fast as lightning; the bull stamped its hooves, causing the earth to roar and tremble; the wild boar roared violently, charging with its fangs raised; the eagle flapped its wings and soared, setting off the roar of thunder and storms... Twelve divine natures, twelve incarnations, were tempered by the flames in a furnace, blending with each other, forming a perfect circle behind him, like a dazzling crown!

The majestic figure under the starlight stood at the top of the glorious long steps, slowly opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes was like lightning, reflecting the endless galaxy and eternal joy.

The magnetic voice, accompanied by the faint singing of countless people, echoed in the world of mind images, like poetry and song, majestic and meaningful.

"—— Hecate, I have ascended to the gods!"