Greece brings evildoers

In the belly of the Ares Mountain, the flickering fluorescent light reflected the slender figure in the cave who had finished a fierce battle and stretched his body comfortably.

"Snap!"

The crisp snap of fingers echoed, and a faint cold wind poured into the cave. A graceful goddess wrapped in chains on the stone pillar shivered, suddenly woke up from her fainting, and looked around in confusion.

"Are you awake? Master?"

The figure in the dark gradually approached, with a gentle and bright smile on his face, as if he had seen a family member who had not seen him for a long time.

But Hecate recalled the scenes she encountered before the blackout, felt the pain in her body, and shuddered, gritted her teeth and cursed secretly.

Beast!

You only know how to despise your ancestors all day long! I raised you with shit and piss! Wait until you fall into my hands in the future, and see how I will deal with you!

Hecate secretly complained in her heart, scolding a bold and unworthy disciple in her heart, while twisting her body, trying to change to a more comfortable position to be tortured.

However, the more she struggled, the tighter she felt.

Gradually, Hecate was completely unable to move. Her limbs were torn apart by the cold spell chains and tied tightly to the cross-shaped inscribed stone pillar to prevent her from performing witchcraft and taking the opportunity to break free from the shackles. Several black leather belts with Hermes weaving crossed through her smooth belly, spread her legs, and fixed her lower body.

The snow-white skin, the dark and cold chains, the shiny leather goods, and the cross-shaped torture rack with religious elements together created a very impactful picture in the dim cave, which made people's blood boil.

"Master, if you move again, I will not be polite."

Luo En pinched his nose and reminded in a muffled voice.

Hecate's body stiffened, and she quickly calmed down, her tense legs trembling slightly unconsciously.

The culprit noticed his master's little move, and the corners of his lips raised up to outline a trace of joy. He quickly urged his divine power to loosen the restraints of the spell chains, moved a stone block under Hecate, and helped the master to sit down while comforting her hypocritically.

"You were tired last night, I promise to be gentler next time."

Next time?

Hecate glared at this unworthy disciple who comforted her openly and teased her secretly, glanced at his lower body, and retorted

"You came to me, not just for this three-inch hobby?"

Three-inch? Three-inch that can make you unable to stand up?

You are just tough on the mouth, right?

Lorne glanced at Hecate's shiny lips. He did not continue to argue with his master on this issue. Instead, he pulled over a stone block and sat down, smiling and confessing.

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from you. I really have three things to ask you this time."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of ointment from the magic circle diagram and gently applied it to Hecate's red, swollen and bruised skin. His technique was skillful and gentle.

The power of the medicine penetrated into the affected area with the massage of five fingers, bringing a burst of refreshing coolness. Hecate's stiff body couldn't help but relax. Leaning against the cross-shaped stone pillar, his tense face gradually relaxed, and a trace of comfort appeared on his face. He spoke leisurely.

"Is it because of the battle of the giants?"

Lorne clapped his hands and praised loudly.

"See, what did I say? Your wisdom is really unmatched!"

"Don't try this trick!"

Hecate glanced at his disciple and snorted contemptuously.

"You don't come to me when you have nothing to do, but you think of me when you are in trouble? Why should I help you?"

"It's unfair, I'm working hard for our common cause!"

Lorne complained about himself and expressed his painstaking efforts.

"Typhon and Kronos have been released, and Zeus is hiding in Olympus, ready to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. If I don't find a way to stabilize the situation, the results we have made in the world will be in vain sooner or later. By then, let alone pulling the three goddesses of fate off the altar, even Zeus can easily deal with us."

"It's you, not me." Hecate corrected lightly, not falling for it.

"Yeah, Zeus and the three goddesses of fate may not target you, but what about those old gods?"

Lorne nodded, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"If those old gods who were imprisoned in Tartarus knew that you were in the Ares Mountain, I'm afraid your end would not be good, right?"

Hekate's eyes condensed, and her face eased.

"Tell me, what trouble have you run into?"

Lorne saw that Hecate had already shown a cooperative attitude, and the smile on his face could not help but become more sincere.

Then, he briefly described the progress of the Giant War and some plans for the second Ares Mountain Alliance, and solemnly asked his master for advice.

"How to persuade the three goddesses of fate to intervene is a thorny problem. I wonder if you have any ideas?"

Hekate pondered for a moment and shook her head slightly.

"The order of the heavens and the survival of mankind, which of these two is more important, can only be weighed by the three goddesses of fate; and [The Giant War] is a trial destined by the gods, and it is hard to say whether they are willing to intervene. So, I agree with you that the success rate of persuading them is probably only 50%, or even lower. After all, humans have perished for several generations, and their life and death may not be so important in the long river of fate."

Lorne's heart sank, but he still asked without giving up.

"Is there really no other way?"

"Right now, we can only hope that the weight of destiny you have gathered can outweigh the [Destiny] that the God King carries..."

Hecate shook her head, looking helpless.

Without getting the answer he wanted, Lorne could only give up and asked his second question.

"Typhon and Kronos, who possess [Immortality], are almost immortal. Is there any way to completely destroy that immortality?"

"It is almost impossible to directly erase the immortality that is integrated into their souls."

Hecate shook her head and rejected Lorne's idea, then paused and changed the subject.

"However, you can consider it from another angle: how to stop weeds from growing on a piece of land?"

Lorne pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and spoke tentatively.

"Grow crops on that piece of land?"

Hecate looked at her disciple with satisfaction, clapping her hands in admiration.

"You really didn't disappoint me!"

"You taught me well."

Lorne replied modestly, and he already understood the real solution to this problem.

It is indeed difficult to directly break the immortality of the two old gods and kings.

But what if we split their immortal souls and plant [food] on them?

Back then, the old sea god Pontus was exploded into fragments of his godhood that filled the ocean, and then the fragments of his godhood gave birth to and evolved into independent individuals such as Keto, the mother of sea monsters, Phorcys, the father of sea monsters, and Nereus, the old man in the sea, so his self-consciousness completely disappeared.

Since there is such a successful case, it proves that the same method is also useful for the two old gods.

However, Kronos has completed the general integration of his divinity, and he has to use all his strength just to deal with him on the battlefield, and it is even more difficult to split his soul.

On the contrary, the other one...

Lorne's mind appeared the descendants of Typhon on the God of War Mountain and the demon ancestor who escaped to the Sea of ​​Chaos, and a faint cold light gradually appeared in his eyes.

Fatherly love and filial piety is a tradition of the Greek God Age, and it is a must-try...

Looking at Lorne with a smirk on his face, Hecate shook her head and interrupted the disciple's thoughts.

"So, what is your third thing?"

Lorne came back to his senses and smiled.

"It's not a big deal. I just don't have enough money. I want to borrow a few chips from you to bet."

"I lost everything. What chips can I have?"

Hecate rolled her eyes at her disciple and asked unhappily.

"Maybe not. There are still many people in this world who care about you." Lorne replied with a smile, then raised his right hand and showed the [Mark of the Dead] on the back of his hand meaningfully.

"So you mean them..." Hecate suddenly realized, and then a bitter smile appeared on her face, "You think too highly of me, don't you? I am a prisoner, and I am not qualified to mobilize them."

Lorne heard this and asked seriously: "So, you refused?"

"I told you, I can't control these..." Hecate replied helplessly, "Why don't you ask those two to ask me..."

"Is that so? Then there is nothing I can do." Lorne shook his head with regret, and then snapped his fingers to tighten the spell chain, and he slowly squatted in front of Hecate.

Hiss~~

Suddenly, the slight tingling and coolness from the lower abdomen made Hecate slightly take a breath, and subconsciously looked down to check.

I saw that the figure stretched by the swaying fluorescence was holding a golden wine glass-shaped vessel decorated with gems in one hand, and the other hand was stained with scarlet liquid in it. On her exposed lower abdomen, complex sacred symbols were carved.

Seeing this, Hecate's body trembled and her face was full of vigilance.

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, it's just a gift for you."

Lorne explained with a smile, and the fingertips of his right hand touched the snow-white skin with scarlet wine. After finishing the last stroke, he stepped back slightly and looked at his work with satisfaction.

As far as the eye can see, the flat and smooth snow-white belly is marked with a scarlet engraving consisting of two arcs on both sides and a vertical mark in the middle.

Hecate crossed her arms and trembled.

"What is this?"

"A little bit of cooperation foundation."

Lorne glanced at the master who was like a lamb in a wolf's den, and answered unhappily.

"I understand!"

At this time, Hecate, who heard the explanation, seemed to suddenly understand, and looked at the unworthy disciple with a face full of grief and shame.

"It's an X pattern!"

"Bang!"

The victim of reputation, with a black face, could no longer bear it, slapped Hecate on the head, and roared madly.

"Forced Divine Seal! Forced Divine Seal! How could you, the goddess of witchcraft, not know this?"

"Forced... command... You really want to continue to humiliate me..."

Hekate pressed her chest in complaint, with a look of despair.

"Unfortunate for my master, unfortunate for my master..."

"Why didn't you say anything when you strangled my neck with a chain and rode on me last night? Now you're pretending to be innocent with me?"

Lorne looked at the witchcraft goddess with disdain, and exposed her true face without hesitation, and then pried open the hand that was quietly touching her belly.

"Don't move your hands! I'll have to repaint it if it gets dirty!"

"Tsk..."

Seeing that her plan was exposed, Hecate rolled her eyes helplessly and raised her hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I promised, isn't that enough?"

However, Loen was indifferent to Hecate's compromise. He resolutely suppressed his distracting thoughts and poured the scarlet wine in the golden holy cup at Hecate's feet, constructing a circular magic array with it as the core.

Then, he raised his hand and pressed it on his master's smooth belly, chanting in a low voice.

"Blood, bones and nets, bags, tubes and flesh, one one, two one, turbid silk, turn positive into reality, turn negative into falsehood, turn into view - God's strong seal, death pain subordinate, life contract!"

Accompanied by the chanting of the spell, spider web-like bloodstains, with the bloodstain as the core, quickly spread to all parts of Hecate's body.

Soon, the light pattern extinguished, and the bloodstains were hidden under Hecate's flesh and blood, fading into the invisible.

But the recipient and the caster have established a mysterious connection, as if they share the same breath and destiny.

After doing all this, Loen stepped back a few steps, and the divine power in his hand condensed into a long light needle, which gently pierced his fingertips.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, Hecate, who was locked on the cross-shaped stone pillar, gasped, and quickly covered her right index finger that was bleeding profusely, complaining depressedly.

"Stop! No need to try, didn't I agree?"

Loen ignored Hecate's resentful eyes and reminded with a smile.

"Grandmaster, I believe you also know the effect of this forced divine seal. If I am alive, you can survive. If I die, your end will definitely be worse than mine!"

"I know, I know, what else do you want to say?"

"Since we are all on the same rope, you should place your bet, right?"

Hecate glared at this unworthy disciple, bit her index finger, and used divine blood as a medium to engrave a divine pattern on the back of Loen's left hand, and then lowered her arm angrily.

"Okay, I've given you everything I can give you. Are you satisfied now?"

"Thank you, Master."

Lorne waved happily to the goddess sitting under the cross-shaped stone pillar, turned around and walked out of the cave

Watching the figure disappearing into the darkness, Hecate retracted her complicated gaze, opened the food box in front of her that was still warm, and murmured while tasting the food that replenished her blood and physical strength.

I hope you won't let me down...

I hope you can go further...

~~

At the same time, outside the cave.

After working all day and night, Lorne stretched his body in the morning sun, then looked around and walked towards the house of the goddess of justice Themis on the top of the mountain.

Although he didn't get all the results he wanted from Master Hecate, he still gained a lot from this trip.

And before officially implementing the plan, there are still some things that need to be discussed with the goddess of justice.

But after walking a few steps, Loen saw a red-haired beauty in a veil standing on the edge of the cliff at the corner of the mountain road, staring at the surging sea in a trance, surrounded by a lonely and sad atmosphere.

"Venus? What are you doing here?"

Loen looked at the subordinate of the Mecha God in front of the cliff and couldn't help but walk up to ask.

The red-haired Mecha God pursed her lips, turned her head and sighed.

"Remembering my homeland, mourning my people..."

Then, she threw dozens of bronze metal flowers in the basket into the surging waves under the cliff, moving her lips and teeth silently reciting the ancient eulogy.

Loen was startled, and suddenly remembered:

This seems to be the last Mecha God of the Bronze Clan...