Greece brings evildoers

Meanwhile, outside Thessaly.

The two figures, one chasing and the other escaping, shuttled through the dense forest at high speed. The strong wind pressure tore the surrounding air, creating a sharp roar.

"Stop!"

With a deep roar, Heracles, who was slightly behind, seized the opportunity and used the power of his hip rotation to throw the nameless ax sword on his body.

Suddenly, the stone sword blade drew a graceful arc in mid-air, cutting off several large trees around it in one fell swoop.

Giant trees hugged by several people collapsed, blocking the way for the escapees in the thick smoke.

"Who are you? What is the purpose of breaking into the Thessalian palace late at night?"

Hercules asked coldly, while stepping forward and trying to pull out the nameless axe-sword nailed to the ground.

However, the moment he reached out and was about to touch the hilt of the sword, a harsh sound of breaking through the air rang out all around.

With a strong warning in his heart, Heracles instinctively stepped on the ground and used his strength to escape.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

At the same moment four roaring bronze lances struck the earth and the stumps around Hercules.

Off course?

Seeing the unexpected trajectory of the spear, Hercules was slightly startled, and then he sensed the crazy gathering of ether magic in the air, and his face changed slightly.

At this moment, light patterns floated on the four throwing spears, and streaks of pale silver lightning shot out from them, striking Hercules in the center one after another, like a cage made of thunder.

Amidst a strong burning smell and rolling heat waves, a dull roar came from the shrinking thunder and lightning cage.

The divine body, bathed in the lightning, punched the ground hard.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the earth roared, and the red-black ether torrent shot out in all directions, lifting up the land layer by layer, and shaking the trees into powder one by one.

The four bronze spears that were originally nailed to the ground and tree trunks also fell to the ground with a wail, and gradually lost their luster.

In the diffuse smoke and dust, Hercules's coat has been shattered, and the sinews on his body are as indestructible as steel. The red and black spirit turns into slithering snakes and pythons surrounding him, and a pair of bloody eyes. A hint of excitement and violence gradually emerged.

It’s not bad, it’s worth my best efforts!

Hercules secretly made a pertinent evaluation of the opponent he met this time, stepped barefoot across the scorched black and hot ground, and stepped forward to grab his nameless ax sword.

However, as soon as he took two steps, a cold metal touch touched his cheek, and a warm liquid instantly gushes out from the wound.

Hercules stretched out his hand and stared at the golden-red blood on his palm, his pupils shrinking involuntarily.

There is something in the air, and it can break through his defenses!

Immediately, he stopped and looked around, and then through the moonlight, he saw transparent silver chains in the invisible air.

I don't know when these things were distributed nearby, with awls attached to their tails, like poisonous snakes spitting messages, snaking around the tree trunks and the ground.

Just now, this thing bit him.

However, after locking the weapon in front of him, Hercules not only did not become angry, but instead showed a hearty smile on his rough face.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

Under the moonlight, the fugitive wearing a black cloak walked out from behind a tree, pulled down his hood, revealing a head of purple hair and a handsome and calm face.

The person who came was none other than the incarnation of Perseus, the great hero Perseus who raised and taught Hercules.

"Your reflexes and alertness have decreased quite a bit."

Perseus looked at his student and answered the question incorrectly.

"There have been too many people drinking with me recently. I've been a little busy dealing with them and have indeed neglected my training." Hercules admitted openly and scratched his head helplessly.

Perseus nodded, not commenting on this reason, and just said lightly: "You have stayed in Thessaly long enough, come back with me."

In response, Hercules shook his head and refused: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I can't go with you, because I have promised Admetus to guard Thessaly with him. The city will be destroyed if the people are there. People die!”

"Do you think I'm discussing with you?" Perseus asked, his golden eyes looking at his beloved disciple, "Father God already knows about your disobedience, and he asked me to take you back..."

Perseus moved his fingers slightly, and the silver chains wrapped around him tightened a few centimeters inwards.

Facing the persecution, Hercules was a little unhappy. He raised his hand and pointed at the sparse lights and faint weeping in the city of Thessaly, and asked a question that hit his soul: "Teacher, look at the people here. They are pious. Believe in Father God and pray for our help. As heroes, shouldn’t we do something?”

"Heracles, all mortals must die..."

"So, they should be used as victims of God the Father's struggle for divine power?" Heracles asked in a vented manner, obviously having held this dissatisfaction in his heart for a long time.

Immediately, he looked seriously at the teacher who had single-handedly shaped him, and responded solemnly: "It is true that mortals have a limited life span and their lives are frail, but they can die in battles and diseases, but they should never be deliberately abandoned and then consumed pointlessly. In this war it's not fair!"

Perseus was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly: "It's useless to tell me this. This is what Father God wants. If you want to stay, you need to convince him."

Hearing this, Heracles felt discouraged at first when he thought of Zeus's attitude, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "What if I have to stay in Thessaly?"

"You are still so stubborn..." Perseus sighed quietly, and his slightly raised right hand suddenly tightened.

In an instant, several chains were like giant silver dragons, carrying fierce lightning, strangling Hercules who was trapped in the center.

Hercules immediately used his divine power and curved his fingers forward to attract him, and the nameless ax and sword stuck on the ground also buzzed and flew into the master's hand under the pull of his divine power.

As the weapon returned, his aura suddenly became sharp and violent, like an unsheathed sword.

Nine slashes composed of red and black divine power collided with the surrounding silver chains, shattering the divine patterns and lightning floating on them in one fell swoop, and rushed straight towards Perseus in front.

Facing his former teacher, Hercules used all his strength when he attacked.

As a majestic Perseus, who is deeply loved by his father God Zeus, he naturally knows that his guide is by no means an ordinary person. If he wants to defeat him and stick to his position, he must go all out.

"when!!!"

A sharp metal explosion sounded in front, Hercules staggered back, and a ray of golden-red divine blood seeped out from the cracked tiger's mouth.

That is?

Hercules' heart sank when he saw a golden aegis held by Perseus in front of him in the smoke.

"Aegis Shield? Father God gave this to you!"

"It's just a one-time consumable that injects power into it. I only have three in my hand."

Perseus explained frankly, and at the same time manipulated the chains with his divine power, and once again surrounded Hercules.

Hercules did not hesitate, aroused the divine power in his blood, tore through the siege of chains with his nameless axe, and attacked his teacher Perseus again.

Seeing this, Perseus took out a projectile engraved with spells and crushed it.

Suddenly, golden lightning spurted out from his palm, condensing into a familiar golden shield, which easily blocked the ax sword struck by Hercules.

The strong backlash even caused a trace of blood to flow from the corner of Hercules' mouth.

The last battle in front of the tomb of Admetus, although the fight was hearty, was also severely consumed. Most of the talents of [Twelve Glory] were in the cooling down period, and even the divine power was less than 70% of its peak.

Faced with a teacher who was wearing a divine weapon and who was at his peak, he was inevitably a little powerless.

"If you only have this ability, then just wait until I take you back to plead guilty."

Feeling some weak vibrations on the shield, Perseus frowned and spoke, and several sharp cones connected to the chain whizzed towards Hercules' arms, ankles and vest.

Sensing the sound of wind coming from behind, Hercules immediately twisted his body and swung the nameless ax sword in his hand to create an airtight sword net, smashing the cone heads into pieces.

Seeing that Hercules' back was turned to him, Perseus seized the opportunity, kicked off his feet, and rose into the air. Then he swooped down from the air like a powerful eagle, and a purple-red sickle emerged. In his palm, he slashed towards Hercules' right arm.

The artifact Hepal, as a weapon itself, is not very good in hardness and sharpness, but it possesses the ability known as "cutting the undead", which is a divinity that can invalidate the talent of undead life. Power, if used properly, can even threaten gods and main gods.

At the end of the sickle, hundreds of silver strands of light were vaguely differentiated, connected to the chains scattered in the dense forest. The two were obviously one and the same.

This divine tool originally belonged to Hermes, the god of speed. When he cast Hepal, he infused it with the characteristics of [wind] and [snake], making it most suitable for use in narrow and rugged dense forests.

Because of this, Perseus deliberately led his student to this dense forest, and then chose to stop and be honest.

After all, he also knows how powerful his student is once he becomes serious.

Seeing the artifact Hepal slashing towards him in mid-air, Hercules felt the faint threat and immediately stepped back. The nameless ax sword in his hand turned into a dark long bow under the transformation of divine power. , several bronze arrows shot out.

Following a burst of light patterns, the flying arrows turned into strange bronze birds and pounced on Perseus in mid-air.

With a thought in Perseus' mind, the last golden projectile exploded in front of him, and the power rhythm originating from the Aegis Aegis began to vibrate, shaking the swooping bronze birds into dissipated ether factors. .

At the same time, Hepal's blade, covered by the light of the Aegis, was approaching Hercules' arm.

However, Hercules remained undaunted in the face of the crisis before him. He decisively dropped the black long bow in his hand and punched Perseus in the chest.

Perseus's three disposable consumables have been used up, and he is confident that he can subdue the teacher with this blow.

But as soon as he lifted his legs to exert force, Heracles's feet suddenly slipped and his body staggered to the ground.

"My magical tool is not that easy to use."

Hearing the low whisper in his ear, Hercules looked at the winged flying shoes under his feet that originally belonged to his teacher Perseus, which were slightly flashing with light patterns, forming some kind of confinement and resistance.

You actually still have something to offer, teacher...

Hercules' heart sank, and just as he was trying to break free from the restraints at his feet, another invisibility cloak belonging to Perseus began to act, wrapping around his limbs like a snake.

At this moment, the blade of the artifact Hepal was already in front of him. Hercules had no time to think too much. The divine power in his body spurted out like a landslide and tsunami, shattering the two artifacts. At the same time, he grabbed the blade with one hand and waved it with the other. He punched forward, trying to trade his injuries for his life, forcing the teacher Perseus to retreat.

However, the feeling of emptiness in his palms and fists caused Hercules' expression to change drastically.

--phantom?

At the same time, the cold and sharp sickle blade touched his vest.

The figure behind him only exerted slight force, and the blade cut through Hercules' steel-hard skin, causing a slight sting.

"You lose, Hercules..."

In a low declaration, Perseus looked at his underperforming disciple and shook his head in dissatisfaction.

Those who are good at swimming drown in water, and those who are good at fighting die in battle. Often, the better you are at something, the more likely you are to be blinded by these strengths, misjudge, and then make a mistake.

Hercules relied too much on his own force, always thinking that outsiders would fight him openly and head-on.

As everyone knows, on the ever-changing battlefield, the mind is also a kind of weapon.

"Teacher, not necessarily? I suggest you look behind you." came the deep response. Perseus subconsciously looked sideways and saw three huge dog heads protruding from a gray-black magic array. Several rows of white canine teeth almost reached his head.

Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell? Hercules had tamed this thing?

Looking at the three dog heads aimed at his head and two arms with malicious intent, Perseus shook his head and reached out to take back the artifact Hepal.

"It looks like I lost."

"It's just a tie."

Hercules turned his head and spoke sincerely.

"If you lose, you lose. There is no need to excuse me." Perseus waved his hand and said calmly, "I took advantage of you when I attacked you before you fully recovered. In the end, I used all my strength. I can't take you down with all my methods, which proves that you have surpassed me in terms of martial arts and character."

"You will always be my teacher!" Hercules replied seriously, with a solemn expression.

Hearing the true emotion in those words, Perseus' tense expression revealed a smile of relief.

"Okay, go do what you want to do."

"What about you?"

"Of course I'm going back to resume my life."

"But, if Father God blames..."

"I have done everything I should do, but you have already surpassed me. It is reasonable for you to miss." Perseus paused and smiled to comfort him, "I think Father God will not punish me for this."

After hearing the teacher's answer, Hercules gritted his teeth and suggested in a deep voice.

"Why don't you stay with me in Thessaly and resist the invasion of the djinn clan together? After this battle is over, I will personally apologize to Father God!"

In his memory, his teacher was a very emotional person who would even feel sad when ordinary people who had nothing to do with him were injured or died.

It was due to his influence that Heracles did not feel that there was any difference between gods and humans, and he has been committed to clearing away troubles for the weak.

Perseus shook his head and said: "I appreciate your kindness, but I am different from you..."

Immediately, Perseus raised his hand and patted his student's thick shoulder, his eyes flickered for a while, and he lowered his voice to warn.

"Remember, never die on the battlefield, never use your soul to achieve divine deeds..."

After saying that, Perseus' figure disappeared into the morning mist.

Hercules, who was left alone, frowned deeply and murmured to himself.

"Different? How can the teacher and I be different?"

"The difference is that you have a choice, but he doesn't have a choice..."

A low voice came from the mist. Hercules followed the line of sight of the three-headed hell dog next to him and looked at the figure walking out of the tree. He couldn't help but frown and ask.

"Why?"

"Because he received grace and became a god after his death, and he accomplished his divine deeds with his soul, so he couldn't help himself in many things."

Lorne replied leisurely, raised his hand to hold up a ray of starlight in the fog, and murmured meaningfully.

"The [stars] that illuminate the darkness are, after all, just decorations that adorn the [sky]. Life and death all depend on the thought of the [sky]."

When Hercules heard this, he felt a little nervous. "Then if the teacher goes back like this, will there be any trouble?"

"Trouble is for sure, but it shouldn't be a big problem." Lorne patted Hercules on the shoulder and comforted him in a deep voice, "After all, he has done everything he should do, and there is really no way to take you back. His Majesty the God King should not do anything to him..."

Hearing Lorne's analysis, Heracles felt slightly relieved.

Seeing that Hercules' mood had stabilized, Lorne glanced at the direction in which a certain handsome purple-haired boy was leaving, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Okay, come back to the palace with me. I happen to have something that I need to discuss with you and Admetus."

The artifact that kills the dead, the feather boots that walk through the air, the disposable Aegis Shield, and the teacher that Hercules keeps talking about...

With so many clues combined, the identity of the visitor has been revealed.

——Perseus Perseus!

Now that he has found Thessaly, it proves that Hercules' defection can no longer be hidden from Zeus.

To be on the safe side, it is better to prepare as early as possible for the upcoming djinn battle.

"Okay! I'll take you there right now!"

Hearing the serious business, Hercules immediately abandoned all distractions and turned to run towards the palace.

Seeing that the hellhound Cerberus didn't seem to want to go back to the underworld, Loen chuckled, stretched out his hand to bless the dog that was circling around him with the cognitive distortion of memory divinity, and led this top monster into the city in a swagger.