World of Gods

Plato College in the early morning was quieter than yesterday.

Niedern walked into the classroom and looked at the last row, his eyes shaking slightly.

In the last row, there were seven students.

And now there are only three people left.

Hot, Jimmy, Albert.

Niedern glanced at the class and said, "Yesterday evening, Su Ye left the port safely."

The classmates were relieved.

"However, just this morning, Zhanshenshan issued a new order suspecting that Su Ye was suspected of killing the nobles in Grey River Town and arrested him with new charges. No accident, the city guards have started a capture operation.

Many students clenched their fists, full of anger.

"By the way, Paros is asking for leave today. Okay, let's start this class ..."

While speaking, Niedern looked out of the window, in the direction of Mount Ares.

The Ares Hill is a smaller hill in the city of Athens than the Acropolis Hill. The houses below the hill are all subordinate institutions of the Ares Hill, which manages everything in the city of Athens.

Opposite to the Areshen Mountain, a spacious city guard camp stands.

A slender young girl walked forward, holding golden Pandion's family tokens, all the way unimpeded, from the gate to the front of the city guard hall.

The city guard generals sat in the hall and looked around in surprise at a girl in red leather armor.

Without waiting for the generals to speak, Palos threw the golden token in his hand to the hall door.

"I, Palos, daughter of Rutos of the Pandion family, ask for your help. Stay here until the sun rises tomorrow. If anyone leaves, I can't help it now, but everything that crosses the golden Medo People of Sha, I will write them down one by one, imprinted in my soul, because you will be my enemy. Once promoted to gold, I will hand-to-hand the enemy, endlessly! "

Palos put his right punch in front of his left chest, bowed his head slightly, and performed a military salute.

After speaking, Palos turned and left.

The generals in the hall looked at the girl's back and whispered.

Palos returned to the Pandion family, stood at the gate, and looked inside silently.

The door of the Pandion's house is hollowed out and carved into a whole piece of white marble. The door frame is engraved with various magical creatures, Warcraft or monsters.

They are the prey of the Pandion family.

It's already full.

A red-hot leather parrot stood in front of the gate, like a red rose in full bloom.

A tall youth came from the yard.

This young man was dressed differently from the ordinary Greeks. His upper body was dressed in black leather, but the leather was only covered between the chest and abdomen. Carve it yourself.

The mermaid lines on both sides of the abdominal muscles are clear as if they were cut with an axe.

On the legs are cropped black leather shorts.

Perhaps because of the black leather armor, his light copper-colored skin was particularly eye-catching, and the surface was even shiny golden.

He was barefoot like most Greeks, but there was no trace of dust on his feet, and he was as clean as just washed.

To the left of his body, a strange sword hovered and followed him.

The scabbard of that sword is very wide and looks like an Egyptian coffin. On the surface of the yellow coffin, there is a sculpture of death with a sickle in the cape.

The hilt is composed of three twisted white bones, and the sword cymbals are ring-shaped white bone spurs, no more and no less, with a total of eighteen.

The young man's black curly hair, black eyes reflected a little blue light, his nose was straight, his thin lips were very pale, and his appearance was similar to that of Paros.

Unlike Paros, who always looks serious, the corner of the mouth of a young man will always have a smile, and the elusive evil will always float in the eyebrows.

The cynical expression in his smile does not even make it possible to determine whether he is laughing or mocking.

The young man stopped on the stone road in the courtyard and looked at Palos at the door.

Palos' eyes seemed to reflect the sunny day.

"My dear sister, what are you doing?" Sisyphus smiled lightly, like every brother watching his brother and sister, with a kind voice, but with a little bit of disgust in his eyes.

"Please stay home until the sun rises again." Palos' tender and sweet voice sounded in the yard.

"No problem, as long as you tell me the reason and wait until the sun rises from the west." Sisyphus didn't care.

"You know why." Palos faced blankly, staring at this little-brother brother coldly.

Sisyphus tilted his head slightly, looked at the clear sky in the morning, thought for a while, and realized, "It seems to be for Su Ye? It is rumored that he is your lover and a strong competitor of my future brother-in-law. of?"

Palos resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "Fake."

"So who is she?" Sisyphus had a deeper smile on his face, and a stronger evil in his brows.

"My friend, my classmate, my table, my life-saving benefactor," Palos said.

"You can't die, and you've paid back," Sisyphus smiled.

"You can't die, and you don't have to repay me, but you will always be my brother." Palos' tone was exceptionally cold.

"Do you like him?" Sisyphus looked at his sister with interest, interested.

Palos thought for a while and said, "I like what he says, what he says, what he does."

"So you like his people." Sisyphus whispered softly.

"Of course. People I don't like will not become my friends, such as you." Palos said.

"Dear sister, you always hurt my heart. Well, I probably understand that you like him more than your friends, but not your lover, right?" Sisyphus asked with a smile.

"It's not wrong."

Sisyphus shrugged and said, "I'm sorry. If he is your lover, I will be a brother anyway. But if he is not your lover, then I will execute the God of War Order, go to arrest. But rest assured, he is your friend after all, and I will treat him kindly. "

"You don't force me." Palos held the gold Medusa necklace in his right hand, staring at Sisyphus like an angry kitten.

"Why, forget the time to fail and cry?" Sisyphus still smiled.

"You can't leave here."

"I'm going to the city guard."

Palos yanked the gold Medusa necklace.

Uh ...

The necklace separated and turned into a golden flame, which spread quickly in her hands. In a blink of an eye, the golden flame condensed into a golden sword.

Above the sword body, Yin red blood trough, bright blue **** pattern, frost white blade.

Above the handle of the gun, liquid gold flows in dense dense blue patterns.

Paros' body slowly changed from pure white to bronze.

"Bronze? Good. It seems that time has made you forget the pain of the past. I will give you another chance to put down the sword of victory. You know, once my Tibetan coffin sword is revealed, I will not kill anyone without returning to the sheath. "Sisyphus smiled.

Palos held the Victory Sword in both hands and pointed at Sisyphus.

Sisyphus shook his head helplessly and said, "Then don't blame me."

After Sisyphus spoke, he stretched out his right hand and scratched against the laurel tree on the right. A leafy branch broke and flew into his hand.

He gently flicked the branches, leaving the leaves and branches scattered, leaving a straight, bare branch. The golden divine power is like flowing water, covering the whole branch.

"You and I haven't studied for a long time, I really miss it." Sisyphus walked forward holding the tree branch, and the Tibetan coffin sword hovered on his left.

Paros pierced his sword.

Her gaze was focused, her footwork was steady, her sword was fast, and there was no trace of unnecessary movements or omissions.

"It's too slow." Sisyphus gently smiled, turned away from the sword of victory, waved a branch, and drew heavily on Palos' left shoulder.

Snapped……

The leather armor cracked, and the divine power was cut like a sharp blade.

The skin cracked and blood spilled.

Palos took a half step back, silent, and stabbed again.

Snapped……

Sisyphus was intact, and a clear bloodstain appeared on Palos' left arm.

Paros gritted her teeth, as if not feeling pain, and constantly attacking.

Sisyphus, with his powerful sanctuary power, was always able to dodge the attack, and always could reach Paros with a branch.

Slowly, more and more scars were on Paros's body, his body seemed to be soaked in blood.

Sisyphus stepped back, still a faint smile on his face.

"The blood of the Pandion family should not be wasted here."

Paros stabbed again as if unheard of.

Sisyphus, as before, gently turned to the side, and waved the branch toward Paross's upper arm.

However, the surface of the Victory Gun sword suddenly floated in cash, turned sharply, and slashed towards Sisyphus.

"You've been preparing for this trick!"

Sisyphus immediately realized that the branches changed direction and drew towards the blade of the Victory Gun Sword.

The tree branch broke silently, and the victory spear wrapped by Jin Yan was cut to Sisyphus' arm.

The moment the victory gun sword cut through his skin, a harsh sword rang, and the coffin sword came out of the sheath.

Bone is the handle, and black inflammation is the sword.

The blade is dark, and the flame on the blade is also dark.

Sisyphus held the burning black sword, blocking the sword of victory.

The skin that was passed by the Victory Gun Sword suddenly cracked and blood splattered.

"You shouldn't force me to draw a sword." Sisyphus suddenly changed his look, the insignificant blue dissipated in his eyes, and an extra touch of blood in the dark eyes.

He stepped forward violently, cutting it with a sword.

Paros parried with a victory spear.

Uh ...

The blades struck each other, brittle and harsh.

Palos turned white and took two steps back.

Sisyphus wielded the sword again, and Palos resisted with a victory sword and stepped back.

Sisyphus kept throwing his sword, and Palos kept resisting.

The offense and defense of the two people are getting faster and faster, and faster and faster, and finally Sisyphus seems to wave a dark cloud and press it against Palos, UU reads www.uukanshu.com, and Palos seems to dance a wave of golden light and hit the black cloud.

At the beginning, it was Palo who attacked with the victory gun sword, but slowly, the victory gun sword took her.

Swords mingled, and Ding Dang Dang Dang kept on.

Paros kept backing, exiting the house of Pandion, and backing down the avenue.

The wind fluttered around the two people, and the dust was scattered.

Under the feet of two people, the ground continued to collapse.

Suddenly, Sisyphus put away the shadow of the sky, changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands, and split it sharply.

Paros waved his victory gun with all his strength to resist.

boom……

She flew upside down and fell heavily seven or eight meters away.

"Give up." Sisyphus's smile was getting weaker and colder.