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

Athena knocked down the water column that flew towards her, and her tone was cold: "Poseidon, the people of this land are suffering destruction, and you have flooded two cities."

Poseidon's trident pierced Athena's chest, and its huge wings surrounded Athena, emitting a holy white light that blocked his attack.

Lightning and thunder roared in mid-air.

Countless black mist surrounded.

The winner has not yet been decided.

Behind the boy was an icy rock, hot and cold.

A snake crawled past him.

Spit cold letters.

Candle Youlin was most afraid of this cold thing, shrunk back, and wrapped him in a hot package, with a full sense of security.

The snake was pinched by a hand by the neck, thrown into the distance, and crawled away in ashes.

"Forbos." The teenager's voice softened.

Every time the boy called his name, Apollo only felt that he was going to lose his mind, and his always strong self-control was out of control at this moment.

"Tilo, look at me."

Apollo held half of the boy's face, his usually gentle voice a little hoarse, and met the amber eyes full of mist.

I just feel that the tips of my heart are trembling.

Kronos seriously wounded Zeus, the scythe in his hand cut through the air, and with the divine power to destroy everything, the scales of victory gradually fell towards the previous god king.

The human beings of this land were gathered by Apollo and hid in a safe place protected by the gods, and the earth trembled constantly.

The gods fought among themselves, dimly.

Countless demons lingered outside the barrier, staring covetously at the humans inside, but because of Kronos' orders, they could not act rashly.

The scuffle lasted for months.

Just as prophesied.

The war will never stop.

All things will stop growing, the leaves will no longer be filled with the green of life, the trees will stand bare, the petals will fall, and the fruit trees will no longer grow sweet and juicy fruits.

The golden wheat withered, and there were no more peasants to cultivate the land and water the sweet springs, and the kingdom would not be able to harvest a single grain of wheat.

Hunger, fights, famines, wars, diseases.

It will spread across the land.

Kronos is the father of the King of the Gods after all, and he defeats the younger son who pushed him off the altar, crushing him into the deepest part of the hell of Tartarus.

Along with his six sons and daughters.

Zeus, the queen, the queen, Poseidon, the god of the sea, Demeter, the goddess of harvest, Hestia, the goddess of fire, and Hades.

Imprisoned on the eighteenth floor of the dark Tartarus Hell.

With the return of the previous god king, all the gods bowed down.

Change of royal power.

Athena didn't care who would be the god-king, anyway, Kronos was as brutal and tyrical as Zeus, and no god-king would rule the gods of the sacred mountain of Olympus forever.

She caught a dragonfly and put it in the teenager's hand.

The soft and gorgeous strap still hasn't been taken off.

Not all gods are able to block the abyss of desire.

The surviving humans of this land erected statues and temples for Tilo.

The site of the temple was not far from the temple of the sun god, but it was never built.

Thinking that he had angered the sun god, the priests of Apollo brought the will of the sun god and placed the statue of Tilo beside him.

Enjoying the faith and prayers of mankind together

, the temple of Axte is next to the temple of the sun god, and there is also a statue of a teenager inside.

The boy on the statue is still wearing a delicate and gorgeous strap, his stunning face makes people unable to look away, and the boy set off by the white robe is more noble and inviolable.