Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Is Ares wilted?

 The light breaks at dawn, and the thick sea fog gradually dissipates with the arrival of the morning light.

The remote volcanic rock island seemed to have been subjected to a brutal bombardment. Holes of all sizes almost filled the beaches and rocky areas along the coast. White bone fragments and blood-stained snake scales were scattered everywhere.

 The closer to the center and highest point of the island, the more tragic and **** the scene becomes.

Each and every coquettish snake girl had her head cut off by the wind blade, her waist was cut off by ground thorns, or her body was blown to pieces by the flames... The flying flesh and broken corpses stained the gray-brown rock. The bright scarlet color paved a **** road from the ridge to the heights.

"boom!"

With a sharp explosion in the air, only the upper body of the Snake Girl's remains hit the protruding rocks and turned into splattered flesh.

 A ray of golden-red blood rich in divinity was drawn away from it and automatically gathered into the body of the only standing figure high up.

Lorne lowered his arms and slowly exhaled a long breath of turbid air. The joints in his body made a crackling sound. His purple eyes, which gradually faded from blood, looked at the tragic battlefield that was beyond recognition, and he couldn't help but frown.

Sure enough, even if we take full advantage of the venue, a one-on-one thirty-seven fight is still relatively reluctant...

Moreover, this number is only for adult gold-level Lamia, and there are at least hundreds of juveniles at the silver and bronze levels.

If the entire island had not been built into an iron barrel-like war fortress, and there were dragon tooth soldiers guarding the two wings, it would not be certain who would win in the end.

 But no matter what, this level was finally passed.

After confirming that it was safe, Lorne took off his guard and slumped on the ground. He looked down at the **** wounds on his chest, arms, and neck. He grinned and gasped, while cursing secretly in his heart.

Originally, according to my plan, I was to take advantage of my home field, kill as many as I could, then fight and retreat until dawn and the tide recedes, and then go fishing again after a rest.

 But the devil knows that the so-called "Blessing of Ares" has a deceptive effect.

 —It makes people block out fear, and the more they fight, the braver they become, and the more they fight, the more excited they become, until they lose their brains, turn into war madness, and engage in a life-and-death battle with all the living creatures in front of them.

Especially after Lorne used the war power derived from cattle to absorb too much divinity containing impurities and negative emotions from the corpses of the defeated at once, this state became even more uncontrollable.

If it weren't for the power of war that not only absorbs divinity but also has the ability to heal and repair physical damage, Lorne would not have a single piece of good skin on his body right now.

　　No wonder Ares is also called the "God of War". It originally refers to the insane state of being unable to recognize his relatives when the blood rages on the battlefield.

Lorne rubbed his aching temples while secretly cursing his biological great-grandfather. At the same time, he made up his mind to resolutely slow down the process of using the [war power] to upgrade.

 After all, the negative effects of this thing are too deceiving. He does not have the almost immortal body like the gods.

Don't end up being a food delivery person before you complete the upgrade.

At this time, as Lorne rested, streaks of golden-red blood gushed out from the wounds, causing the originally ferocious wounds to squirm and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only three-quarters of an hour later, his body surface showed no signs of damage, and even his previously a little sluggish spirit regained more vitality.

It has to be said that although Ares's war power has a certain damage to the IQ, it has a perfect effect on the physical body.

Of course, in addition to these, there is also a small fly in the ointment.

 For example, getting angry easily…

Feeling the surging blood in his body and the expanding and hardening pendant under his body, Lorne twitched the corner of his mouth, stood up from the ground, dragged his tattered bronze armor and coat to the beach, and after cleaning and cooling , overlooking his current appearance.

After a night of fierce fighting and sacrificing 37 gold-level Lamia, he was now baptized by the power of war and the inner and outer divinity. His height had grown to 1.8 meters, with bulges on his limbs and lower abdomen that were well-proportioned and explosive. muscles.

"boom!"

With a punch thrown out, the hard volcanic rock several meters high next to him shattered into pieces amidst the shrill sonic boom.

Lorne looked at his unscathed fist, and then at himself as fit as a cheetah in the water, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his forehead.

 Speaking of which, why do I feel that my path as a mage is getting further and further wrong, and I am focusing on improving my physique and strength...

 Forget it, having good physical fitness is not a bad thing after all. The first priority is to complete the trial to upgrade to a demigod.

Lorne simply organized his thoughts and began to take stock of the gains and losses after the war.

Although the success group destroyed a large number of Bolamia and made a qualitative leap in their strength, the materials, potions and equipment collected from Circe were also wasted.

Without these war preparation resources, we can only use local materials and replace them with ready-made items from sea beasts and gods and monsters.

Of course, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.

 For this reason, after careful consideration, Lorne decided to slow down the progress of the hunt, attracting at most three to five gold-level sea beasts at a time, and complete this promotion trial in a steady and steady manner.

 Now, there are still 63 left…

The hunter on the coast, bathed in the sun, licked his dry lips and looked quietly at the rough sea.

 Late at night, on the holy mountain Olympus, brilliant stars fall from the sky, dotted with rows of buildings.

The temples of the gods at the top stand tall and majestic. Some are covered with thunder clouds, some have a peaceful aura, and some have flying white doves. Each of them demonstrates the characteristics of each other's divine authority.

In the center, where large areas of sacred plants such as roses, poppies, pomegranates, myrtle, quince and clover grow, is a beautiful temple constructed of pure white marble that fully complies with the golden ratio. The columns are carved with waves, foam, dolphins and other ornaments, and are also inlaid with a large number of gems and pearls.

This is the palace of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

As a goddess born in the waves of the sea, she has porcelain-like skin, blond hair and blue eyes, and the perfect figure and appearance of ancient Greek women. She is a symbol of love and beauty, and controls the power to stir up sexual desire and love between the sexes.

Even the male gods of Olympus were fascinated by her and started crazy pursuits one after another.

But in the end, under the arrangement of the God King Zeus, this delicate flower was planted on the head of Hephaestus, the **** of fire and craftsmen.     —an ugly, lame, deformed child.

 This combination of beauty and ugliness is not favored by almost all gods, and naturally it is bound to cause many twists and turns.

At this time, deep in the gorgeous temple of Aphrodite, intense knocking sounds and rough breathing of men and women could be heard faintly.

  Under the pink gauze curtains, clothes are in messy and flying directions. On the exquisite shell-shaped water bed, two figures are kissing passionately, ready to vent the gods' strong energy and desire for reproduction.

But judging from the healthy and burly limbs and handsome appearance of the man, it is obviously not Aphrodite's lame and ugly husband.

 —As famous as this goddess of love for her stunning beauty, she was also famous for her unfaithfulness to her husband.

 Her main affair partner is Ares, the God of War.

 After all, only the bravest and strongest warrior king can satisfy the endless demands of the God of Love.

But the crazy **** that used to last for several days ended abruptly after just a moment for some reason.

 Next, no matter how hard Aphrodite tried, she still could not revive Ares.

"boom!"

 Finally, the **** of love couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Ares out of bed.

“My love, today's fighting must have consumed me too much energy. Wait a minute, I must…”

Ares got up from the ground and defended quickly, his handsome face flushed red due to congestion.

 “Get out!”

However, Aphrodite, who had been repeatedly frustrated in bed, had long lost her mood and even began to doubt her own charm. Therefore, with a cold face, she kicked her old lover out of the palace unceremoniously.

Faced with the most unspeakable shame of a male, even the violent and arrogant **** of war seems extremely embarrassed and embarrassed.

 In the end, seeing that there was no room for intervention, he could only put on his clothes and exit the palace angrily.

 Damn it, what happened? !

　　Why do you always have low back pain and low energy recently? You can't even lift up your energy for your favorite exercise?

Outside the palace of the God of Love, Ares, who was treated coldly, cursed with a dark face and vented his anger on the flowers and plants along the way.

"boom!"

Without warning, the irascible **** of war ran into a speeding figure.

 “Don't you have eyes? Idiot!”

Ares, who took a few steps back and stood still, raised his head angrily and looked at the idiot in front of him who had offended him.

“Hey, you just bumped into me while walking, do you deserve to be so angry?”

Hermes picked up his felt hat from the ground, patted the dust on it, put it on his head again, and joked with a smile.

 “What? Did you get beaten up again?”

 “Do you want to die?”

Facing his brothers who refused to pick up the pot, Ares's face became even more gloomy, his fists as big as sandbags were clenched, and his bloodshot eyeballs were filled with chills.

 Just in time, he now wants to find a punching bag.

 “No, no, no, no, it's just a joke!”

Hermes saw that Ares was like an enraged bull, and he quickly waved his hands with a smile on his face, and pointed to the great temple in front of him.

“Father God is still waiting for my reply. I will treat you to a glass of honey water later to make amends.”

Hearing the word "Father God", Ares, who was approaching angrily, froze and kicked Hermes away with a flying kick.

"roll!"

As the God of War, who had nowhere to vent, left the scene and returned to his temple, Hermes, who was kicked, stood up from the ground and looked playfully at Ares's back and a gorgeous palace in front of him. .

 It seems that it only takes three minutes from the time you enter to the time you come out, right?

 Should it be...

 As a strange thought emerged in his mind, as if he had discovered some secret Hermes, a subtle smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the fire of gossip burned blazingly in his body.

 Inquiring about news and secrets is the favorite of this messenger god.

Of course, it is the messenger's job to deliver the message…

Hermes rubbed his chin, and his meaningful gaze fell on a certain temple where the sound of heavy metal knocking was constantly heard.

How about making things more interesting?

Some kind of joy mixed with revengeful pleasure made the messenger **** quickly make up his mind and stepped forward.

 (End of this chapter)

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