Greece brings evildoers

The Palace of Thessaly, a house somewhere.

A mercury-colored liquid flowed from the thick night to the steps sprinkled with dim lights, slowly gathering into a tall, beautiful girl with red hair.

The girl's face showed an unusual sense of transparency. After walking a few steps, she stretched out her hand to hold the carved pillar in front of the door and breathed heavily, and her body absorbed the ether factor floating in the air, and her pale skin regained some of the blood and redness that were seen by people.

"You actually missed, Aphrodite."

Accompanied by a low voice, a tall and strong young man with brown skin came out of the shadows at the corner, looking at the embarrassed fellow mecha god, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"The information is wrong, that guy is very strong, definitely not an ordinary demigod hero!"

The mecha god Aphrodite raised her head and snorted coldly. Thinking of the thrilling scene before, the golden eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of lingering fear.

"If I hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, I might not have come back tonight."

"Very strong? Don't look for excuses for your failure and incompetence."

Ares, the god of machines, stood in the shadows with his arms folded, looking at his companion with a hint of disdain.

As a bronze clan skilled in fighting, they have always respected force, and they look down on Aphrodite, an incompetent character who prefers reconnaissance and infiltration.

Aphrodite, the god of machines, was annoyed when she heard the undisguised contempt, and her face was filled with anger.

"Why are you so arrogant? If you have the ability, go and try it yourself!"

"Hmph, try it yourself, where is that guy?"

"In a yard in the north of the city, I have marked the area with divine fluid, do you dare to go?"

Aphrodite, the god of machines, raised her eyebrows and squeezed her without any courtesy, with a malicious sneer flashing in her beautiful eyes.

According to her judgment, the people in that courtyard not only have the strength of gods, but also belong to the top group of combat power among the ranks of gods. It is very likely that they are the incarnations of some Olympian gods.

To compete with this type of guy, at least the top four of the twelve mechanized gods - Zeus, Hera, Poseidon and Athena are qualified.

Even if Ares, the reckless man, goes, he will not get any advantage in nine out of ten times. It is good to let him suffer a little, and see how arrogant he will be in the future!

It would be better if this guy was dismantled because of a mistake, and then its god core would be mine.

"Go!"

Mechanized god Ares nodded without hesitation, and the mercury liquid behind him turned into a pair of gorgeous golden wings, eager to start hunting.

Because they used the names of the twelve gods, the mechanized gods were inevitably affected by the personalities of the twelve gods in the process of stealing divine power.

However, as metal life, they have no concept of pairing and reproduction, and are not deeply affected by emotional factors, so they pay more attention to the struggle between strength and divine power.

Killing enemies, killing companions, self-evolution, self-improvement, these are their main life backgrounds.

"Ares, come back to me!"

However, as soon as the machine god Ares spread his wings and took off, the mermaid prince Triton rushed out of the door in anger, and pulled the machine god with his arms flashing with light patterns.

Suddenly, the red divine light of the machine god Ares was suppressed by a ball of water-blue halo, and he crashed straight down.

Seeing this, the machine god Aphrodite standing by immediately showed a gloating expression.

However, before she could open her mouth to sneer, Triton turned his face with a gloomy face and asked coldly.

"And you! Did I tell you to find out the other party's details and fight them?"

"..."

"You are useless and can only cause trouble!"

When the machine god Aphrodite heard this merciless rebuke, her face turned green and she wanted to get angry, but when she saw Triton's raised arm, she could only bow her head in dismay.

In order to reach a cooperation with the Atlanteans and get the opportunity for the Bronze Clan to return, the Father God has transferred their control to Poseidon and his son.

The Bronze Clan has been away from this land for too long. In today's era, they have neither foundation nor faith. Although they are reluctant at the moment, they can only obey the orders of the mermaid prince.

"Get out of the house!"

Triton snorted and ordered, and the gentleness and humility that his handsome face tried to maintain disappeared, and his expression looked a little gloomy and distorted.

Although he had heard that the Bronze Clan was arrogant, he didn't expect that they would fall to such a state, and still couldn't distinguish the priorities, causing trouble for him all day long.

Under the threat of control, the two mecha gods had to restrain their arrogance and edge and go back to the house obediently.

At this time, a water-blue light pattern flickered on the table, projecting Poseidon's tired and depressed old face.

Obviously, Triton was reporting to his father god just now.

"So, Admetus doesn't agree with our conditions?"

Sitting on the throne, the Sea King didn't even look at the two mecha subordinates who came into the room. He rubbed his sore eyebrows and continued the previous topic with his son Triton.

"What about Alcestis? What does your niece queen mean?"

"She refused to mediate for us, and she didn't want to embarrass her husband because of her father Pelias's relationship."

Triton shook his head, somewhat helpless.

Hearing this, Poseidon was quite dissatisfied with the attitude of this granddaughter.

"Sure enough, another ungrateful person!"

"Father God, what should we do next?"

Things were at a stalemate, and Triton had no choice but to ask his father for advice.

When they fought with the Ares Mountain clan before, they lost the city of Troezen. Now there are only a few cities that believe in Poseidon, the god of the sea. The Temple of Poseidon is eager to open up new bridgeheads to enhance the influence of the sea gods on land.

If they fail again and again, it will deal a big blow to the morale of the sea gods, which is already low.

"Don't worry, the giants are not so easy to deal with. Even Zeus is a little afraid of these Gegantes giants. Since Admetus is so confident, let him suffer a little first, and wait until the time is right for him to ask us for help."

Poseidon raised his hand and pressed it, looking like he had a good idea.

Prince Triton in the room raised his concerns.

"What if the patron saint of Thessaly, His Majesty the King of Gods, intervenes?"

"So, you can tell who is the enemy and who is the friend..."

Poseidon spoke faintly, with a meaningful tone.

Triton's eyes flashed, and there was something in his eyes.

This is probably why his father asked him to test the newcomers. If the other party is Zeus's spokesperson, he can take some necessary measures at the critical moment.

If not, perhaps he can choose a cooperative attitude and work together to dig into the corner of His Majesty the God King.

However, a good pre-match intelligence gathering turned into a military provocation under the manipulation of the machine god Aphrodite.

It seems that if he wants to find an opportunity to contact the other party again, he may have to wait for a while to ease the situation...

Triton glanced back at the two machine gods behind him, sighed depressedly, and then bowed his head and made a serious promise to Poseidon's projection.

"Father, I understand what you mean, I will handle these things carefully."

Poseidon nodded with satisfaction, and then with a twist of light patterns, his figure disappeared in the magic circle.

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The next day.

After a night of rest and recuperation, everyone came to the palace again and continued to discuss with King Admetus of Thessaly how to deal with the harassment of the giants.

Compared with the hasty meeting yesterday, Admetus's preparations this time seemed much more solemn and formal.

Caenis brought Lorne and Medea into the bustling hall. After entering the door, the most beautiful woman in Thessaly bumped fists and shoulders with the local heroes of Thessaly and the allies from the surrounding city-states who came to help, and greeted them familiarly and introduced Lorne and Medea to them.

The heroes in the hall secretly looked at the two new members. When they heard that they were teachers and students of the Academy of Athens, they couldn't help but respect them. Even several heroes of the God Blood who had studied at the Academy of Athens took the initiative to talk to Lorne as alumni, smiling and showing goodwill.

The Spartan twin brothers who arrived later also showed Lorne's recognition and admiration with a respectful attitude. Everyone saw this and became closer.

Lorne maintained a gentle smile on his face and responded politely one by one, secretly observing which cute children were suitable to be pulled into the Ares Mountain to become consumables for catalyzing the growth of the holy clothes.

Don't you still have life? Make some contribution to the love and peace of the world, consumables.

At this moment, Admetus was holding a banquet in the hall to entertain the heroes who solved the crisis in Thessaly. According to the Greek tradition of respecting strength, the more outward the heroes are, the weaker their strength is, but at least they are descendants of gods who have awakened the blood of gods, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary monsters and giants.

Unfortunately, after the introduction of Caenis, although the discerning Loen got a general idea of ​​the dozens of Greek heroes present, he was not very satisfied.

Most of these middle and outer layers are mediocre and unknown, and they are not qualified even for the consumables of holy clothes.

Fortunately, after squeezing into the core area of ​​the hall, Loen saw a more eye-catching target.

In the center of the venue, the two-meter-tall strong man with black hair and golden eyes sat alone.

Under every inch of his brown-black skin, his rock-like muscles were knotted, and his dark red divine patterns were dormant like a dragon. His whole body was like cast iron, reflecting a faint cold light under the few rays of sunlight projected from the skylight.

From a distance, the whole person looked like a dormant beast, like a towering giant peak, like an indestructible fortress, like a surging and deep sea. The boiling etheric magic was surging around him, and even exuded the smell of burnt air.

At this time, a vacuum zone like a boundary line was formed three meters around this figure, and the God Blood Heroes were lying around, covering their arms and wailing.

The strong man held the wine jar in his left hand, sitting cross-legged on the ground and drinking happily, with his right hand on the blue-gray stone pier, wrestling with a God Blood Hero who came forward.

The burly God Blood Hero used all his strength to try to knock down the strong man's arm, but even with his arm numb, sweat on his forehead, and even using both hands in the end, he couldn't shake the arm at all.

Gradually, his body was steaming with heat, and fine sweat oozed out layer by layer, gathering into a stream dripping down on the texture of his skin.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the strong man picked up the wine jar and took a gulp, laughing heartily.

"It's my turn!"

The opposite God Blood Hero's heart trembled, and his face immediately turned red, his pupils were full of bloodshot, and the whole person changed from half squatting to standing, obviously unwilling to admit defeat.

Dozens of God Blood Heroes who were watching the excitement on the field waved wine vessels, knocked on the table, and shouted in unison.

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the roar of landslides and tsunamis, the blue-gray stone pillars that had been covered with cracks were turned into powder.

In the smoke and dust, two arms, one up and one down, showed the winner.

In the crowd, Lorne looked at the strongman who won the cheers of the audience, and the corners of his lips curled up with joy.

So it was you, kid.