Greece brings evildoers

Two days and two nights later.

The rainstorm outside the window gradually subsided, and the barrier surrounding the house melted away bit by bit in the sunrise.

Inside the house, the red-haired mecha sat against the wall on one side, looking at his purple arms, massaging his abdomen which felt strange, and muttering to himself.

"So, this is human love? So strange..."

"What? Do you want to continue?"

The faint murmur came from his ears, and the terrifying memory surged into his heart. The mecha god Venus shuddered and shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, my butt hurts..."

As he said that, the bronze mecha took advantage of Lorne's inattention, spread his crimson wings, and rushed out of the room quickly.

"You guys go first, I have something else to do!"

Lorne rolled his eyes at the fleeing Venus, turned around and looked at Themis who was sleeping soundly at the head of the bed.

The goddess of justice was sleeping in a very relaxed state, with her eyes slightly closed and a faint smile on her lips, as if she was still reminiscing about the pleasure of the two sexes in her dream.

Seeing this, Loen, who was a little uneasy, smiled dumbly, stretched out his hand to cover Themis' shoulders with the quilt, then put on his clothes, wrote some messages on the parchment, and walked out of the yard lightly.

Looking at the rising sun jumping out of the horizon, Loen's smile gradually subsided.

It took about seven days for Kronos to reshape the [Crown], and the meeting at Ares Mountain, meeting Prometheus, asking Hecate for advice, and fooling around with Hestia took a total of two days;

Then, discussing the revival of the bronze clan, discussing how to persuade the three goddesses of fate to end, plus an unexpected toss, took another two days.

Now, there are only about three days left to prepare.

To be on the safe side, some things can't be delayed any longer.

Lorne pondered for a moment, looked down at the [Mark of the Dead] and [Wheel of Hecate] on the back of his hand, raised his hand and drew several Hermetic characters, and a dark crack opened up, swallowing his figure into it.

At the same time, Themis, who was sleeping soundly in the room, woke up as if she had sensed something.

Looking at the message on the table with wet ink, the goddess of justice put on a veil, picked up the sword of judgment on the bedside, walked out of the door, looked at the vast mountains in the distance, and her eyes burst into brilliant colors.

Destiny? Let's give it a try!

The starlight fell, and the graceful figure disappeared in a bright light.

~~

Two days later, Ares Mountain.

With a flickering light, Lorne stepped out of the dark crack and came directly to the great temple on the top of the mountain.

Athena, who was working at her desk, heard the movement outside the door, stopped writing, looked up at the figure who had disappeared for two days, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Back?"

"Yeah."

Lorne nodded gently, came to the desk, pulled a chair and sat down, stretched his body lazily and comfortably, trying to relieve the fatigue in his bones.

It was as if he had just experienced a long and arduous journey.

Athena didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, just picked up the exquisite silver pot on the table, filled a cup of soothing and invigorating scented tea for Lorne opposite, then came behind him and gently massaged his shoulders and head.

Lorne's sense of relaxation became more obvious, enjoying this rare rest.

After lying there for a full quarter of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of slightly cool scented tea, and threw a bronze emblem with strange runes engraved on both sides to Athena.

Athena looked at the gray aura lingering on the emblem, her eyes flickered slightly.

"Where did you go?"

"Well, it's too much to leave you alone at Ares Mountain. To be on the safe side, I got you a trump card to help you deal with Typhon."

"Is this useful?"

"If the plan goes well, maybe you can kill the demon ancestor."

Lorne answered proudly, and then moved his lips and teeth to tell Athena the information he got from Hecate and the gains of this trip.

Athena listened carefully and nodded thoughtfully.

"Planting crops in the fields so that weeds have nowhere to grow? It's a good idea. You can give it a try."

But then, the goddess of wisdom looked at the bronze emblem in her hand, and her eyes gradually narrowed.

"Then, what's the price?"

"What price?"

Lorne blinked, looking confused.

"Don't come on!" Athena threw the bronze emblem on the table and looked at Lorne unhappily, "Thessaly and Ares Mountain are like the two ends of a scale. If this thing is really so convenient, why don't you use it on the front battlefield? If you don't tell me, you can keep this thing for yourself."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Lorne had to raise his hands and confess.

"It's no big deal. This thing can only be used to contain one of the two targets, and it's just like you think. When one side of the scale drops, the pressure on the other side will inevitably increase."

"In other words, once I use this thing, Thessaly will become very dangerous?"

"Almost."

Lorne nodded, picked up the bronze emblem on the table and put it back into Athena's hand, reminding her with a smile.

"So, this card can only be used to decide the victory. Don't throw it away unless it's absolutely necessary."

Listening to the double-entendre humming, Athena pondered for a moment, did not refuse, and finally held the bronze emblem in her palm.

Seeing that the other party accepted his gift, a huge stone hanging in Lorne's heart fell down, and then he looked around and changed the subject.

"By the way? Where is Themis? I want to talk to her."

Athena's face sank when she heard this.

"She went to the Temple of Destiny and hasn't come back yet."

"When did she leave?"

"The same day as you..."

Lorne listened, his expression was also a little ugly.

Two days.

Themis failed to return to the Ares Mountain, and there was no news from the Temple of Destiny, which basically proved that her mission to lobby the three goddesses of fate had failed.

Even Themis herself might be suppressed by the three goddesses of fate, or... erased!

The worst result!

Lorne put down the teacup and stood up with a gloomy face.

"If you don't have the confidence to win, if you go to take risks in person, it will be a waste of her hard work."

Hearing the cold murmur behind him, Lorne stopped, turned to look at Athena, and snorted unhappily.

"I'm not that stupid. I just sat there for too long and wanted to go out for some fresh air."

"Do you want me to call Aunt Hestia and Little Medusa to accompany you?"

"No need!"

Lorne waved his hand to decline and strode out of the Great Temple.

Athena couldn't help but sigh as she watched the figure gradually walk away.

In this respect, he was completely different from Zeus.

Zeus didn't care about losing, he only cared about the only thing he wanted, the divine power.

But he wanted too much, always wanted everything to be perfect, and tried his best to hold everything he cared about in his hands.

But most lives are a process of constant loss.

It's hard for humans or gods to be truly perfect.

If he wants to surpass the God King, maybe he needs to overcome this [weakness].

Weakness?

Athena looked at the bronze elephant emblem in her hand, and then at the list at the bottom of the pile of documents, and couldn't help but be a little speechless.

~~

On the path covered with fallen leaves, Loen walked towards his destination and unknowingly came to Themis's courtyard.

The door of the courtyard was half-open, and a graceful figure was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard.

Loen's eyes lit up and he immediately pushed the door open.

"The..."

But the call just came to an abrupt end, because the figure sitting in the courtyard was not the goddess of justice, but Mnemosyne.

"Why are you here?"

"I have nothing to do, come and sit down."

Mnemosyne looked at Loen in front of the door, raised the Aesop's fables in her hand, and asked seriously.

"You haven't published a new chapter for a long time, when will you update it?"

Loen heard this and was a little amused and helpless.

"Write it later... when I have time... wait for me to find time..."

But Mnemosyne was obviously not so easy to fool. She stared at a certain pigeon author for a moment, and shook her head with a lack of interest.

"Forget it, you're busy too, let's talk about it later."

Seeing Mnemosyne being so reasonable, Loen felt a little sorry.

"Sorry, I've been so busy lately that I really can't spare the time."

"If you're too tired, take a break."

Mnemosyne suggested softly, and then seemed to remember something and handed Loen a parchment scroll.

"Oh, by the way, Themis asked me to return this to you."

Loen opened the parchment scroll and took a look. There was a passage written on it.

"There are two things. The deeper and more persistent my thinking about them, the more surprise and awe they evoke in my heart will change with each passing day, and they will continue to grow. This is the starry sky above my head and the moral law in my heart.

So, if there is really any power in this world that can break the destiny of the gods, let the long night collapse, and make order last forever, then I believe the answer is the justice and justice you uphold."

This is a passage that Loen left on the parchment before he left.

Until the end, he could not think of a way to completely convince the three goddesses of fate. He could only attach Kant's famous quotes that he often borrowed when communicating with Themis, as well as his encouragement to Themis.

And a line of Hermes in response was written on the back of this parchment, with a tough and powerful pen.

"——I am willing to watch for this in the long night, so that more people can see the dawn!"

Lorne was silent for a moment, clenched the parchment in his hand, looked up at Mnemosyne, and asked in a deep voice.

"What else did she say?"

Mnemosyne smiled slightly and repeated the message of her sister truthfully.

"I will do what I promised you."

"Okay, I'll wait!"

Lorne swept away the haze in his heart and walked out the door with a loud laugh.

The dust has not settled, and the outcome is still unknown.

Themis may still be in the Temple of Destiny, walking alone in the dark to implement the justice in her heart. How can the leader who has made all the plans and directed all the tracks stop at such a critical moment?

Wait, I will still win this round!

A ray of starlight fell, and Lorne stepped into the magic circle, and went to Thessaly alone to start the final layout.

As the figure disappeared in the light, Mnemosyne in the yard had no choice but to put away the manuscript and walked towards the magic circle that was still running outside the door.

I have to be busy again, I am afraid I can't read the book.

~~

At this time, the Thessaly Palace.

Lorne walked out of the halo rising from the astronomical platform, nodded and greeted several priests who maintained the magic circle, and then asked about the current situation in Thessaly.

Although he had been away for nearly a week, everything was still going on in an orderly manner.

The gods who had recovered had already taken their positions one after another, and the heroes who came from various city-states were training day and night, while ordinary residents and soldiers were busy reinforcing the defense line of Thessaly so that the city could withstand stronger war.

Every life involved in this war, whether strong or weak, was exerting their remaining heat for the final victory.

Lorne listened quietly to the reports of the priests, then asked where Hera was and went straight to the military camp.

As soon as he entered the military camp, the roar of magic and the trembling of flesh collisions came one after another, and the heroes of divine blood fought against each other in the empty square, and each move went straight to the opponent's vital points, as if treating the daily practice as a battlefield in person.

Once someone was injured and fell down and could not get up again, the god of medicine Asclepius led the medical team outside the field to rush into the square, braved the spurious bullets and magic flow, carried the wounded on a stretcher, and rushed to the medical room for treatment.

Lorne avoided several stray arrows and curse bullets along the way and walked into the familiar tent in the center.

This was originally his office, and since he left, Hera has been working here in his place to maintain the order and operation of the Thessaly defense line.

At this moment, the room was quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the parchment paper.

Seeing a large shadow projected from the door to the table, Hera stopped the stylus in her hand, looked up at the door, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Back?"

"Yeah."

The same question, the same answer, Lorne still did not explain too much, walked straight to the desk, and got straight to the point.

"How is the team that raided the Titan Temple going?"

"The list of participants has been roughly determined. As you can see, they are stepping up their martial arts and magic in the square. But some candidates may still need you to decide in person."

Hera said, handing over a piece of parchment with names written all over it.

Lorne took the list, lowered his eyes and glanced at the names circled in red on the paper, and was stunned.

"Are they all going?"

"Well, I told them in advance about the dangers of this action, and none of them are willing to withdraw."

Hera nodded in response, and then her beautiful eyes flickered.

"However, whether the final pass is passed or not is still up to you, the leader."

Lorne felt this thoughtfulness and gave Hera a thankful look, then pondered for a moment and made a decision in his heart.

Before making a decision, he wanted to talk to the people marked in red on the list.

After a simple farewell to Hera, Lorne walked out of the tent and went straight to the first stop - the infirmary.