The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

"Phobos, those are not eyes full of sin and desire, but the purest pure land in the world.

Axter retorted that the boy was so simple, his eyes were clean and clear, and he only trusted and relied on him.

It would be too unfair to him to kill him by virtue of God's prophecy alone.

"Axte, you have been seduced by him.

Apollo's golden pupils shone with the radiance of the sun, as hot as the scorching sun, but with the indifference of the gods.

Despise the creatures of this land.

No creature was worth his gaze.

Willing to say a few more words to Axte, simply because he and himself are essentially the same person.

Now he is willing to fall because he sees those eyes full of desire.

"You have fallen deep into the quagmire and are willing to degenerate.

Apollo's golden eyes fell on Mount Olympus in the distance, where the gods gathered, overlooking the wars of the land.

"I'll cover up for a while and fool Zeus with suspended animation.

"If even you can't bear those evil eyes, I'm afraid the amorous Zeus will only snatch it from you, forgetting that he once ordered the hunt to the son of the devil."

"You chose one, the hardest path.

"There will be enemies of the gods."

Apollo's voice showed no emotion.

"Will you too?"

asked Akeste.

Apollo clenched the golden bow and arrow in his hand, and the intricate and delicate patterns on it exuded a faint golden light, and he disdained to lie.

"I can't guarantee that I'll be able to wake up after seeing those eyes.

"It was an abyss that even the gods feared.

"Axte, one day we will be on opposite sides.

"I'll kill him before I fall into the abyss completely."

"If you want to stop it, you will follow him into the hell of Tartarus, suffer the sin of eternity and eternity, and will not be able to return to this land."

Axter did not answer, his huge wings spreading: "I am willing to listen to the instinct of the heart, Forbos, rather than suppress my desires."

"No one or God can snatch him from me."

"Unless you step over my corpse." "

Axte flew into the air, the army of the Greeks was defeated, the Trojans were chasing in victory and joy, and the battlefield had fallen to the side.

Apollo saw that he could not convince Axte, and he no longer spoke.

The Trojans became more and more courageous, and the allied troops fled on the ships and fled back to the camp, and Agamemnon roared angrily, trying to return the soldiers to the front.

Fear swept through the army, and no soldier wanted to listen.

"The merciful and tolerant king of the gods, Zeus, leader of the Greek coalition, your people, request, give hope to the Greeks, this war has been fought for too long, we cannot live without a little hope, we long for victory.

"If this war is defeated miserably, I will become a sinner of the Greek coalition, reviled by all the people, O merciful god, please give the Greeks a little hope, they will soon be unable to sustain it."

Agamemnon burst into tears, his face full of despair, and the victory that should have belonged to the Greeks gradually fell to the Trojans under the intervention of Zeus.

The Trojan soldiers frantically slaughtered the defeated Greek coalition, and Hector was like a victorious rooster, shining in shame and brandishing his sword.