Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 357: Rider Despises Ancestor 2.0

A few days later.

The swaying starry sky of the Holy Land returned to calm, and three radiant goddesses walked out of the starlight, talking and laughing. The rosy blush on their skin and the lazy and comfortable feeling in their bones all revealed a feeling of enjoying the moisture of the rain.

Correspondingly, on the soft big bed in the cave made of animal skins, silk fabrics, alchemical materials, etc., the silver-haired male god with slightly sunken eye sockets and long messy hair sat on the head of the bed, spread out on the bed in the shape of a "Tai" character, motionless for a long time, like a dry grass that has been squeezed dry of water.

All the power has been used, and you are using me as a BOSS?

The victim complained inwardly, and with a slightly trembling hand, he took out a dozen energy potions from the magic array map, poured them into the golden holy cup that appeared in front of him, and then drank the medicine with wine while sighing melancholy.

"When will this day end..."

"I see you're enjoying it."

A teasing remark came from the ear, and another cellmate poked his head out from the next door, his eyes falling on the broken black spell chain beside him.

"I remember that this kind of semi-finished product can only last for a few quarters of an hour at most."

Lorne's eyes twitched, and then he turned his head and looked at his master with a fake smile, and said faintly.

"If you hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten it."

Instantly, Hecate, who was gloating, froze, her smile froze, and she shrank her neck as if a thorn was in her back, with a dry smile on her face.

"Come to think of it, you must have something to ask me, right? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"There was something I wanted to discuss with you before."

Hecate swallowed her saliva: "What about now?"

Lorne showed a bright smile on his face, and sincerely made a self-examination: "I am a narrow-minded person"

Watching the cellmate next door slowly take out suspicious pink medicine bottles, black whips made of snake skin, and blocks of beeswax and other strange items that seemed familiar from the magic circle, Hecate's face changed instantly, and she hurriedly dragged the spell chains on her body and drilled into the shadows in the corner.

She had to run.

The three goddesses just now seemed to have demonstrated the functions and effects of these things to her in person.

However, Lorne just snapped his fingers casually, and the spell chains wrapped around Hecate became active, tightening around her like a venomous snake, dragging her out of the shadows and firmly tying her to the central stone pillar.

Compared to the semi-finished product made secretly by a witchcraft goddess, this divine tool made by the craftsman god Hephaestus himself is obviously more targeted and more solid and powerful.

As the chain tightened, the cold black metal squeezed into the goddess's beautiful flesh.

Hecate's limbs on the pillar were torn into a "big" character, like a swan about to be entangled and strangled by a giant python. After struggling several times without success, she looked at her good disciple expectantly.

"Hey, can we reconcile?"

"At this moment, are you kidding?"

Lorne ruthlessly shattered the other party's fantasy, then drank the last sip of the divine liquid in the pink medicine bottle, picked up the snake-skinned long whip, and walked towards his beloved master who had made him successful with a grin.

It's time to show the real skills!

Soon, the starry sky of the sanctuary swayed again, and it seemed to be more violent than before.

Here we go again...

Mnemosyne in front of the Temple of the Three Goddesses shook her head, added another layer of spell protection to herself, and then continued to read the Arabian Nights in her hand.

Behind her, the two crystal coffins shook slightly.

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At the same time, at the edge of the Thessaly Mountains.

After Perseus inspected the camp as usual, he took some clean water from the nearby stream and turned back to the camp.

Due to the oracle of the Father God Zeus, he and Hercules were not allowed to interfere in the battle of Thessaly, so they had to evacuate from the city.

But his disciple couldn't ignore Thessaly completely, so he begged him to stay in the mountains and forests, waiting quietly, hoping that the Father God would change his mind as soon as possible.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for the new oracle of the Father God Zeus, but heard the news that Thessaly almost fell.

A rustling sound came from the bushes behind the camp. Perseus, who was boiling water and cooking, put down the wooden spoon and looked behind him.

"You sneaked into the city again?"

"Teacher, it is the holy land of the Father God after all."

Hercules, wearing a black cloak, pulled down his hood, revealing his somewhat embarrassed face, and defended himself dryly.

Looking at the disciple who was avoiding his eyes, Perseus sighed and reminded him faintly: "Do less meaningless things, the Father God will be unhappy..."

Hercules pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, with a trace of resentment in his eyes.

"Then what is meaningful to do? Let us watch Thessaly fall and everyone inside die?"

"Hasn't Thessaly fallen yet?"

"But in the last war, 1,747 people died in Thessaly, and almost every household is preparing for the funeral... If we were here, if the Father allowed us to take action, many people might not have to die."

Hercules clenched his fists, and his tone revealed a trace of guilt and self-blame.

"Don't think so." Perseus comforted him, "The Father must have his deep meaning for doing this."

But the tone was inexplicably a little weak, after all, some words, even he himself didn't believe too much.

The gods have never been a symbol of mercy.

Hercules asked: "So, he still doesn't allow us to intervene?"

"..."Perseus opened his mouth and finally responded with silence.

Hercules sighed and spoke with a little hesitation.

"I heard on the way that Admetus was also seriously injured. He managed to hold on until he returned from Ares Mountain, but then he fell ill and couldn't get up..."

"The Father God said that we are not allowed to intervene."

Perseus interrupted his disciple and reminded him seriously again.

"I just want to see my friend." Hercules explained in a low voice and assured his teacher and guardian, "Don't worry, as long as he is fine, I will be back early!"

"The oracle is the oracle! Any transgression is not allowed to be mentioned again!"

Perseus refused sternly and turned to the tent.

"Okay, I'm tired and I'm going to sleep. Now it's your turn to keep watch. Don't disturb me during the break, understand?"

Looking at the teacher walking away, and the cloak, a bottle of magic potion and a pair of winged boots left in front of the fire, Hercules was thoughtful. He bowed deeply to the figure who entered the tent, put away the three things on the ground, turned around and stepped into the gradually thickening night.

A breeze blew by, and the curtain that was opened a little bit fell quietly, and a faint sigh came from the tent.

Being too emotional is sometimes not a good thing.