Greece brings evildoers

The night was like water, and a dark meteor crossed the sky and landed quietly in the palace of the three goddesses of destiny.

As the flashing thunder light fell to the ground, the three goddesses of destiny who lived in it opened their eyes one after another, and their deep pupils were as bright as the sea of ​​stars.

They are the daughters of Erebos, the god of darkness, and Nyx, the goddess of night, among the original gods. They are responsible for spinning and weaving the destiny of the gods and the world.

The eldest sister Cross is the weaver of destiny, the goddess who controls people's destiny when they are born. Her vocation is to personally take out the threads of people's destiny from the spinning cart of destiny and hand them to his second sister Lachesis.

This decision-making goddess of fate will measure the threads of fate with a ruler and hand over fateful events of varying lengths to her youngest sister, Akbolos, the goddess of the end of fate.

Finally, the goddess Akbolos will use the sharp scissors of destiny to cut the thread of destiny and complete the formulation of a creature's destiny.

These looming threads of fate are intertwined in the starlit temple dome, outlining an extremely complex network that connects the beginning and end of everything in the world.

At a glance, even Zeus, who is the king of gods, can't help but feel a little shaken when faced with the vast information and obscure divine power.

"Son of Cronus, if you are not in Olympus to consolidate your divine power, why are you visiting our temple late at night?"

The voices of old and young came in unison in the darkness, and the three goddesses of fate under the stars looked down at the ruler of the Greek Gods.

As the king of gods, Zeus was not unhappy. Instead, he humbly bent down slightly to caress his chest and asked in a deep voice.

"Dear Three Destinies, I would like to know if the Titan's curse still exists?"

"You have asked us questions more than once, but no matter how many times you repeat them, the answers remain the same."

Three voices, old or young, responded calmly and neatly, and the three faces went from youthful to mature to aging, without the slightest wave.

"Son of Cronus, even you can't eradicate the curse in this bloodline. Don't focus on this meaningless thing."

When Zeus heard this, his face could not help but darken.

The origin of the Titans is the nickname given by the heavenly father Ouranos to his descendants, which means "fearful ones" and "rebels", because they are destined to wield the butcher knife against their fathers and complete the divine power through rebellion. replacement.

This curse did not escape Uranus, his grandfather, nor Cronus, his father.

But now, I am the only one left.

Zeus's face was uncertain and his eyes flickered.

"But, you are the king of destiny, and you will surely lead this world to glorious glory!"

A chorus of old or young voices declared solemnly, and six arms fiddled with the threads of fate, outlining an appearance like a crown on the dome.

"Follow your destiny and it will not stand in your way."

Zeus nodded slightly, and just when he was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to remember something inadvertently. He turned back to look at the three goddesses of fate under the starlight and asked.

"By the way, Semele, the princess of Thebes, my love, she just became pregnant with my blood. I want to know their fate."

"Their destiny...their...fate...destiny..."

The originally neat chorus was slightly uncoordinated, and the questions kept repeating, as if they were stuck in some kind of panic state.

After being stuck for a while, the three goddesses of destiny pulled the two broken shadows of fate threads from the void and slowly answered.

"They are already dead..."

Upon hearing the bad news, Zeus's expression changed, and he immediately turned into lightning and rushed out of the palace of the three goddesses of destiny, speeding towards the direction of Thebes, showing his panic as a husband and father.

However, after flying some distance away from the Temple of Destiny, the God King turned around and flew towards Olympus.

In the empty great temple, the holy fire has been extinguished.

The hustle and bustle no longer exists, and everything has settled.

Standing in front of the door, Zeus glanced at the majestic throne that belonged to him in the distance. His tense face gradually relaxed. He closed the door of the temple and got up to return to his palace.

Eee~~

A breeze flowed into the room through the crack in the door. The gray embers in the torch peeled off, and there were traces of dark red underneath.

Pfft~~

A flame danced and rose, the ashes rekindled in the darkness.

At the same time, in the wilderness filled with death, the veiled purple-haired goddess raised her thin cherry lips as if she was feeling something.

"Compared to an unchanging destiny, a game with unpredictable outcome is indeed more interesting. In a game, there must be winners and losers..."

The five fingers as white as jade fell loosely, and the twelve-sided serpentine dice drew a graceful arc in mid-air and fell to the ground.

~~

The stars have changed, the sun and the moon have rotated, and sixteen years have passed by.

Sea of ​​Oceanus, Island of Ayo.

The salty sea breeze blew through the lush dense forest at the mountain col, and the green branches and leaves rustled. Three black and green ferocious heads subconsciously stopped biting the prey and suddenly looked up. A pair of snake-like creatures appeared. He raised his eyes and looked around cautiously.

"Mea~~"

The two dying goats on the ground whined and struggled under the monster's giant claws because of the pain, and blood spurted from the wounds that were deep enough to see the bones.

The strong smell of blood instantly attracted the attention of the lakeside monsters again. The turning heads collided with each other and roared, eating the prey on the ground. The screams soon stopped abruptly.

It is dragon-like but slightly smaller, with a length of 10-20 meters. It has only two legs, claws and toes like those of a bird, its wings are covered with scales and feathers, and its tail has barbs. It has the dual bloodline of a dragon and a griffin.

——It seems to be a purebred wyvern.

In the shadow of the dense forest, a pair of purple eyes peered through the gaps between the branches and leaves, gazing at the three lower-level dragons beside the lake who were gradually letting go of their vigilance. As time went by, the corners of their lips gradually raised.

"Snapped!"

Two quarters of an hour later, with a crisp snap of fingers, the crumbling bipedal dragon beside the lake collapsed to the ground with white foam spitting from its mouth.

The huge bodies were like skinned frogs, their legs and wings twitching uncontrollably.

"Well, the paralysis and hallucinogenic effects of Datura grass are very good, and it can effectively delay the target's reaction time. However, the dose of toxin does not seem to be enough. It is a bit underestimated of the poison resistance of the wyvern. I should have known earlier. Give these two sheep more medicine..."

Along with a twisting movement of the air, low murmurs came as a handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes strolled towards the crime scene, writing down notes in his notebook.

The traces between the strokes were square and square, seemingly completely different from the Greek linear letters.

"Ho~!"

Uninvited guests suddenly appeared in their territory. The three-headed flying dragons instinctively became alert, raised their groggy heads, and opened their mouths to spit out balls of dark green poisonous saliva.

Generally speaking, as a mixed-blood subspecies, bipedal flying dragons naturally cannot use the powerful dragon breath like pure-blooded upper-level dragon species, but they can spit extremely corrosive venom through their own biological characteristics.

Globs of dark green poisonous juice spilled forward, crackling on the nearby shrubs and grass, making a sizzling sound, leaving large traces of charred blackness and withering.

And the figure that bore the brunt of the attack was riddled with holes and disintegrated directly.

False appearance!

In a daze, the three-headed bipedal dragons looked at the fragmented thick fog in front of them, and suddenly realized something was wrong in their groggy heads.

"Puff puff!"

But before they could react, a dazzling arc of purple light exploded, and a sharp stinging pain came from the back of the neck. The three blue-black heads felt like the world was spinning, and Gulu rolled to the ground, with death eyes hanging in his eyes. Full of confusion and anger.

"Despicable" may be the only adjective they can think of at the moment.

As the huge body lost its support, it crashed to the ground, golden red blood spurted out from the broken neck, and scarlet [raindrops] fell in abundance, and the outline of a nearly transparent humanoid figure in the air went from virtual to solid.

Done.

Looking at the flying dragons moving around on the ground, the handsome silver-haired boy, or the grown-up Lorne, showed a smile of satisfaction on his face, and then he turned back the bronze dagger in his hand and stabbed the flying dragons in the head one by one. Get in there and land a clean last hit.

The wyvern has the characteristics of a snake, and snake monsters have always been known for their tenacious vitality. Even after being beheaded, the snake head still maintains a certain degree of activity, can survive for a period of time with an extremely low metabolic rate, and maintains the ability to bite.

Rather than being unexpectedly jumped up and bitten by the heads on the ground, pulling on the back of the cushion, it is safer to stab him a few times in advance.

After confirming that the three-headed and bipedal flying dragon Che was dead, the handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes relaxed and looked at the harvest of this hunt with bright eyes.

Dragon teeth can be used as materials for witchcraft and alchemy, dragon scales can be used as armor, the medicinal and poisonous value of poison sacs is self-evident, and the more precious dragon heart and dragon crystal are very precious magic crystals and fine materials. Sacrifice... In short, this thing is a treasure.

It has to be said that as a member of the dragon family, even a subspecies has great value.

Of course, the premise is that you can be sure that you are eating at the table, not delivering food.

After briefly calming down the distracting thoughts in his mind, Lorne held the bronze dagger in his hand and was just about to step forward to collect the rare materials for the three-headed flying dragon blast. The sky above his head suddenly darkened, and the originally gentle breeze around him was instantly blown away. Replaced by violent blowing air currents.

besides? !

Lorne's purple pupils shrank suddenly, and he jumped back tens of meters without raising his head.

"boom!"

In an instant, the original area was like being hit by a meteorite falling at high speed, with thick smoke and dust splashing up.

At the same time, Lorne, who had successfully landed, threw his hand without hesitation. The bronze dagger in his palm was wrapped with purple arc light and shot towards the huge figure that appeared in the smoke.

"Crack——!"

But what followed was a crisp sound of metal shattering.

so hard!

Lorne realized that his attack seemed to have failed to break through his defense, and his heart sank. He immediately raised his right hand, bit the tip of his index finger, and drew bright red Hermes letters in mid-air.

Suddenly, the etheric magic in the air gathered in front of Lorne, turning into blood-colored spears, shooting towards the dust in front of him at lightning speed.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

However, sharp cracking sounds were heard in the air one after another, and the huge figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, showing its complete outline in the sun.

Scales...horns...wings...four legs...

——The superior dragon!

"Boom!"

Shadows covering the sky fell sharply, and the ground shook violently.

Lorne, who was the first to bear the brunt, was pinned into a pit several meters deep by a pair of huge dark red claws, unable to move at all.

And a ferocious head was hanging inch by inch toward the prey that was unable to escape from its claws, and its bloody mouth opened.

But the prey that was about to be swallowed frowned and sniffed, then rolled its eyes and snorted angrily.

"Have you had enough fun? Teacher..."

Suddenly, the head froze in mid-air, blinking its huge eyes.

"Obviously my transformation technique is perfect, how come you can always see it through at a glance?"

A clear and melodious female voice came out of the dragon's mouth, revealing deep confusion and curiosity.

——And a strong sense of disobedience.

"Brain, use your brain! Red dragons live alone, have a strong sense of territory, and like hot environments. How can they live on a humid island with a group of wyverns as neighbors?"

Lorne, who was on the ground, opened the claws pressing against his chest while applying angrily.

"Besides, whose monsters have such a strong smell of incense and herbs?"

As the bodies of the two parties came into contact, the originally majestic and ferocious dragon shattered and disintegrated like a bubble. Its huge size shrank sharply, turning into a person with pointed ears, long pink hair, rainbow-like pupils, eagle wings on its back, and a tall figure. Petite girl.

Circe the Eagle Witch, the demigod of the moon and love, is also the ruler of Ayo.

——And the adoptive mother and teacher who picked up Lorne from the beach sixteen years ago and raised him.

At this moment, as the disciples scolded her one after another, Circe's face was obviously a little embarrassed. She immediately folded her hands in front of her chest, raised her head and snorted coldly.

"Hey, what's the point of being proud of a little cleverness! If it was a real dragon just now, you would have been torn to pieces. You failed the exam this time, 0 points!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Facing Circe, who was obviously acting like a teacher, Lorne nodded in a perfunctory manner and looked at the burden that was weighing on him.

"So, can you get up from me now, teacher?"

Unknowingly or not, after the deformation was released, the witch spread her legs and happened to sit on Lorne's belly.

Time flies, and in the past sixteen years, the baby has grown up.

The great witch Circe, whose height is still stable at less than 1.5 meters, inevitably feels a strong contrast in front of Lorne, who is 1.75 meters tall.

That look doesn't look like a teacher educating his disciples, but more like a "daughter" acting coquettishly to her "father".

Circe, who was belatedly aware of the violation of the situation, stood up, turned his head, and hummed an order.

"Okay, these wyverns nesting on the island have been dealt with. Let's go back."

Lorne got up from the ground, rubbing his belly and complaining.

"But teacher, can you make some suggestions?"

"What?"

Circe subconsciously stopped and turned around, tilting her head to look behind her.

A certain disciple lowered his head and cast his disgusted eyes on the barren and bruised [land]. Then he lowered his eyelids and gave a serious advice.

"It hurt my whole body just now. I'd better eat more in the future to gain weight..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, the great witch suddenly raised her head as she came back to her senses, looking at the fleeing back of the traitor. Her expression gradually became gloomy and distorted, and there was a crackling sound in her sleeves.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

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