Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 317 Farewell, Father, and My Weakness (4.7k)

In fact, based on the rebellion of Hippomenes, the commander of the beast disaster, and a series of mysteries before, Lorne had become suspicious of King Arcadia.

Coupled with the fact that the royal city fell in the blink of an eye, the answer is already obvious.

——Even if King Arcadia is not the mastermind, he is definitely related to this disaster!

Although Lorne can decide the life and death of King Arcadia by himself, he is Atalanta's biological father after all.

In order to take into account the feelings of his student and avoid leaving a gap between the two, Lorne chose to bring her along and tell her the truth she should know in person.

And then, there is no need to stage this drama of father and daughter killing each other, so let him, the teacher, do it.

Just as Lorne made up his mind and was about to step forward to deal with the out-of-control mutated King Arcadia, his shoulder was heavily pressed by a hand, and a low voice sounded in his ear.

"Teacher, let me do it!"

"He is your father..."

"I know."

Atalanta nodded, then took a deep breath and looked calmly at the twisted and bloated figure in the hall.

"But so what? As a father, he gave birth to me but did not raise me; as a monarch, he rioted the people but did not love them... No matter what identity I face him in, I don't owe him anything!"

"So..."

"I will put an end to him with my own hands!"

Atalanta stepped forward with the Sky Bow in hand, and pondered solemnly.

"Since this disaster started with him, let him end it here. To quell the beast disaster and send him off decently, this is the only thing I can do for him at this moment as a daughter and an Arcadian."

Lorn hesitated when he heard this.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry, I was taught by you and Lady Artemis, and I'm not that fragile."

Atalanta patted his chest, showing a bright smile and was not affected much by the revelation of his identity.

Looking at the determined eyes of his student, Lorne's heart finally calmed down, and he could not help but feel relieved.

If you want to find an ethical theme in the Greek Age of Gods, then "patricide complex" must have a place.

The gods split Chaos, the god of chaos, and gave birth to the new world; Kronos overthrew Uranus and established the order of the Titans, and Zeus overthrew Kronos and brought the glory of Olympus...

In the world of Western mortals, "patricide" is a potential cultural rite of passage. Through "patricide", individuals move towards independence and complete self-transformation. Of course, this "patricide" not only refers to killing the father in the flesh, but also refers to the resistance to authority and order.

Lorne thought that Atalanta would be trapped in identity recognition and at a loss at this juncture, so he wanted to do it himself and cut off the shackles for his student.

Unexpectedly, he underestimated his student.

This girl has grown up.

Although King Arcadia did not get a heroic son as he wished, he got a daughter who surpassed many male heroes.

Loen sighed and left a message before leaving.

"Then be careful. If there is anything wrong, don't fight hard. Don't forget that I am here."

Atalanta nodded gently and watched her teacher walk through the hall and walk to another battlefield.

At this moment, whether it was because of the obsession in his heart or the discussion in his ears, King Arcadia, who was in a state of change, raised his muscular head, looked at Atalanta on the field with turbid eyes, and murmured.

"Daughter? Are you the evil seed? You are not dead?"

"What? Surprised? Me too..."

Atalanta sneered and shook his head, then looked at the so-called "father" on the ground and spoke seriously.

"Thank you for giving birth to me, but I should thank you more for abandoning me."

"?"

"He treated me very well, and he is more qualified to be my 'father' than you, and more worthy of my following."

Atalanta looked up at the figure running to another battlefield at the end of the palace, drew the bow of the sky, pointed the cold arrow at the tyrant on the ground, and pondered solemnly.

"Come on! Don't let me delay too long, because I don't want him to fight alone in front."

"Roar!"

The King of Arcadia, who had gradually lost his human outline, stood up angrily and pounced on the daughter who brought him shame and unwillingness.

The battle between father and daughter, king and people, has begun!

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At this moment, in front of the astronomical table.

The sky was raining scarlet blood, and the red and black divine liquid burning like magma was poured into the royal city, constantly splitting into mycelium-like red and black lines, and eroding and changing the essence of this land at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming it into [Underworld].

Countless surging dead air and forcibly extracted spiritual light gathered in the sky into a giant dragon with a hundred heads, roaring and snarling continuously.

Above the starlight array center with flickering light patterns, the Hermes and Eleusin believers standing in it saw this, and their faces were full of obsessed and fanatical smiles, and their eyes gradually became dull and awed, as if they saw the king they were going to serve.

How dark! How majestic! How invincible!

"God, rise up!"

As the believers were shaken, they opened their arms, like puppets, chanting and cheering together, offering everything they had to the Lord of the Abyss.

Bang bang bang bang!

Dozens of bodies disintegrated and shattered, turning into balls of blood mist, flowing back into the sky, dyeing the bright starlight into a scarlet color.

In the center of the astronomical platform, the figure bathed in blood and sacrifice raised his hands and grabbed the void, pulling the starlight and life spirit gathered in the sky into his body, looking up and laughing wildly.

"Immortal! Immortal!! I am already immortal!!!"

"Swoosh!"

The blood-colored stream of light broke through the air, and a long spear like a dead branch shot towards the face of the figure.

Sensing the danger, the two claws covered with red and black light-like scales immediately fought hard.

Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal and iron, the figure was blasted dozens of meters away by the powerful impact force attached to the spear.

And the spear also flew backwards with a whine, falling into a palm covered with light-like cracks.

"You are neither human nor ghost. What should I call you?"

Lorn walked out of the bloody rain curtain, looked at the half-human, half-dragon monster with red and black light scales all over his body, and sneered.

"Hippomenes? Or Typhon?"

The demon ancestor was not a philanthropist. In order to revive, he even planned to devour his own offspring mercilessly, not to mention the humans he regarded as ants.

So from the moment Hippomenes was eroded by Typhon's divinity, he had no choice and was destined to become the flesh and blood container of Typhon's arrival.

At this time, the half-human, half-dragon monster heard this and showed disdain.

"I am one of the Hundred Heads. I don't need to use all my strength to crush you ants on the ground!"

"It's not Typhon himself who descended? That would make it much easier..."

Before he finished speaking, the light wheel behind Loen turned. Under the triple blessing of [Goat], [Flame], and [White Horse], his body shot forward like lightning, and the Spear of Nation-building in his hand raised layers of blazing white flames.

The half-human, half-dragon Typhon incarnation waved his claws, forming arcs of light that tore through the air, and the thick and cold death energy surged like a tide, trying to annihilate the attacking flaming spear tip.

For a while, light patterns flashed randomly, the marble-paved square shattered inch by inch, and the clanging sound of metal clashing was endless.

"Boom!"

After a hundred moves, the thunder exploded, the ground collapsed dozens of meters, and the spider-web-like cracks stretched for several kilometers.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the battlefield where the two sides fought seemed like the devastated surface of the moon.

The half-human, half-dragon Typhon's head was smashed, and his body was pierced through the chest by the Spear of the Nation, nailed to a broken stone pillar, like a sunny doll hanging on a tree, shaking slightly.

Although he successfully killed his opponent, Lorne was not feeling well.

During the battle, a claw hit him, causing his clothes to rip and blood to flow. Several broken sternums were exposed, and the internal organs could almost be seen.

Taking a deep breath, Lorne reluctantly stuffed the exposed sternum back into his chest, stood up with difficulty, and looked at the headless corpse in front of him.

At this time, countless red and black light streams containing majestic vitality flowed out from the opponent's neck, constantly interweaving and blending, outlining the original head outline at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Philosopher's Stone]!

Lorne narrowed his eyes, and immediately raised his hand to grab forward, urging the power of [Flame] and [White Horse].

In an instant, the blazing white flames swept through the body of the incarnation of Typhon, burning every inch of his skin and every strand of flesh.

But even so, the body that was charred and looked like a piece of charcoal was still regenerating and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

At the same time, blood mist exploded on the streets of the city, and dozens of Arcadian people who fainted on the ground turned into meat paste.

Lorne's heart sank, and he couldn't help but stop controlling his power.

In a blink of an eye, the human-shaped charcoal on the stone pillar peeled off the black shell on the outside, revealing a white new flesh and blood, and even the exploded head returned to its original state.

But it hurts! The whole body hurts!

Along with the flow of the flames on the gun body, the skin is burning, the bones are groaning, the blood is boiling, and the organs are trembling. Unprecedented pain rushed into the mind like thousands of red-hot iron needles, piercing the skull, constantly provoking the nerves of the incarnation of Typhon.

He suppressed the twitching of his body and looked at the opponent with a grim smile.

"Haha, you are indeed very strong, but this body contains the vitality of tens of thousands of people in the city. If you want to kill me, you must kill all the people in the city first!"

Lorne frowned, feeling quite tricky.

The old gods do not rely on human faith, and are imprisoned in the bottom of the underworld because of the dreams created by humans.

Therefore, they naturally have no scruples when they start fighting, and they don't have to be afraid of human life and death.

Typhon took advantage of this and refined the residents of the entire Arcadia Royal City into his amulet. If the new god wants to deal with him, if he is concerned about faith, he will inevitably be cautious.

This old guy is not only powerful but also smart. He is worthy of being the ancestor of all demons that even Zeus has cheated.

At this time, Typhon's incarnation noticed the opponent's hesitation, and his eyes swept across the light-like cracks that were almost all over the opponent's body, as well as his chest that had not been completely healed for a long time, and he mocked.

"It looks like you may not be able to hold on until then."

"You can try..."

Lorn strode forward and rushed straight towards Typhon without any nonsense, as if he was going to have a close combat.

At this moment, the incarnation of Typhon, who was nailed to the stone pillar, saw that the distance between the two sides was within three steps, and suddenly raised his head, with a fierce light in his eyes, raised his hand to pull out the Spear of Nation-building that pierced his chest, threw it behind him, and swung his claws fiercely at the figure that was close at hand.

Think you can beat me in close combat? Idiot!

However, the figure in front of him suddenly accelerated as if he had expected it. The Typhon incarnation, who had not yet succeeded, felt dizzy.

"Boom!"

As if in the center of a crater hit by a meteorite, the demon ancestor incarnation was tightly grasped by a white finger and fell to the ground miserably.

"Your reaction is enough, but unfortunately this body still limits your performance."

"So what? Can you kill me?"

The Typhon incarnation sneered disdainfully, his eyes full of provocation.

Luo En smiled but did not answer. He pinched the slender neck with his right hand, tightening it inch by inch, and chanted leisurely in his mouth.

"'Declare

I am responsible for killing and life.

What I wound, I heal.

What cannot be crossed is my palm.

What cannot be escaped is my eyes.

Trust me, learn from me, obey me..."

With the sound of the hymn like a ballad, it gathered into a milky white light stream, which flowed into the body of the incarnation of Typhon, bringing an indescribable burning sensation.

He inexplicably felt that the countless red and black light streams trapped in his body were like boiling water, uncontrollably agitated, and his face suddenly changed.

"What did you do?"

"Of course I prayed and blessed you..."

Lorne spoke leisurely, and the smile on his face became brighter.

For God, drive the people, guide the way forward, and be a shepherd.

For God, maintain order, punish lunatics, and be a law enforcer.

The image of gods is often multifaceted.

In addition to fighting, praying and comforting the soul are also his main business.

Under the gentle and meaningful ballad, the incarnation of Typhon in the crater curled up into a ball, sweating all over, his body twitching constantly, his chaotic consciousness becoming more and more chaotic, and his body, which could not bear the load, was on the verge of collapse.

How could this happen?

Unbelievable thoughts emerged in his mind, and the painful struggle became more intense.

"At the moment of rest, I have not forgotten the song, the prayer, and myself..."

In the chaos, the ethereal and holy chanting came to his ears, like the singing of the Muses.

"With my lightness, I can unload all the burdens..."

Accompanied by an unreal sense of withdrawal, countless complex sounds and consciousness in Typhon's body drifted away, and the restless and panicked souls seemed to pass through the darkness, rise in the endless light, and finally immersed in the pure white holy spring, completing the baptism of life.

Warm and comfortable...

They vaguely felt that the shackles of darkness no longer existed, and the confused souls were guided.

All the pain, all the burdens, were wrapped and melted by this light, this warmth...

In the dark, they seemed to see the soft light elves dancing around themselves in the shadow of the breeze-blown woods, and the saints walking on the grass, gently holding their arms, humming the syllables like a lullaby, leading them through the valley of the shadow of death to the eternal paradise.

We seemed to see the shepherd, the master...

Lord, please have mercy!

The lambs gathered at the feet of the shepherd, calling out and asking for help.

Feeling that countless consciousnesses were about to break out of the body, the face of Typhon's incarnation was full of disbelief.

How could it be possible? How could he have such a powerful soul command power?

With a glance upward from the corner of his eye, Typhon's incarnation saw the black skull mark on the back of Lorne's hand and cursed angrily.

The mark of the dead! Damn Hades!

At this time, Loen looked at the incarnation of Typhon, which was already wrapped in a milky white light stream, and chanted the final words of the declaration slowly.

"Eternal life, born from birth, given by death.

Because of your sin, anointed and branded.

Forgiveness is here, and I swear to take my flesh.

-I will pity this miserable soul!"

The lingering sound of the divine words echoed in the ears of Typhon's incarnation, and the vast pure white light stream melted and decomposed the "immortal" body inch by inch, and countless souls trapped in it flowed back to the city under the guidance of light.

"You can't change anything! You can't save these ants! I will come back and lead the beasts to kill and eat all your sheep!"

Typhon roared unwillingly, but as the container collapsed, his consciousness could only be washed away by the light and sent back to the endless darkness of the underworld.

Looking at the embers scattered on the ground, Loen breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the gun of nation-building beside him, slowly climbed up the broken astronomical platform, and looked towards the city.

At this time, as Typhon was suppressed again, the blood rain had disappeared, and all the strange phenomena no longer existed.

The fiery red sun rose slowly, and the glimmer of dawn pierced the night and sprinkled on the earth.

The city, which was originally immersed in darkness, woke up from the cradle like a crying baby.

"Wow~~"

A loud cry of a baby came from a cradle on the street. After death, life still bloomed tenaciously.

One by one, the figures got up from the ground as if waking up from a dream, looking around blankly and thankfully.

Loen witnessed everything in front of him with a smile on his face.

"What a joy! Praise this joyful life!"

Mumbling, the majestic god fell from the high platform, and a figure as swift as a civet cat rushed over and hugged the shepherd of the world, the father of mankind, tightly.