Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 283

Chapter 283 Hecate, I have become a god! (6k)

Titans! Typhon Demon Army!

Looking at the familiar faces swarming in the mental image world, I suddenly woke up, quickly constructed a protective spell, and looked at my dear disciple with gritted teeth.

"You entered that door in the Elysee Gardens?!"

Lorne smiled and said nothing, and while waving goodbye in a joking manner, he quietly moved back, leaving the main venue of this meeting to the two sides who had deep grievances.

"Crack!"

In just a moment, the purple-red barrier formed by the protective spell was shattered by the successive collisions of the old gods, turning into scattered light dust. The slender and graceful Goddess of the Dark Moon was completely exposed to the demons and monsters. Under the eyes.

"Ho~~!"

Accompanied by bursts of violent roars, the resentful old gods swooped towards Hecate, and the ferocious shadow almost swallowed up all the light in the world of the image.

The old gods come up!

Come on, Master!

An unscrupulous spectator who retreated to the edge of the stage gave evenly distributed encouragement to both parties, his face full of gloating banter and anticipation.

He sneaked into the underworld three times, played tricks with the gods in the human world, and dealt with the gods in Olympus... Wasn't he doing so much just for today's big scene?

No matter what, it has to be worth the price of admission.

"Bang~!"

Just when Lorne made up his mind and was ready to enjoy the battle between the two sides, a crisp smashing sound was heard, and the pure black sphere on the home court was made up of countless phantoms of the old gods, with light-like cracks appearing on the surface.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

The next moment, blazing and dazzling fire burst out from it, tearing apart the darkness that shrouded the entire wilderness.

The shadows of the old gods let out painful wails and fled from the blazing flames. The originally sealed cage collapsed, revealing the graceful figure of Hecate.

Arrogant groans then sounded in the wilderness.

"I would be a little worried if their true form came in person, but unfortunately these are just part of their will. They are far from able to defeat me."

"It doesn't seem as easy as you said..."

Lorne spoke quietly, his eyes falling on the broken lantern at Hecate's feet.

As a three-phase goddess, Hecate possesses at least three handy powers and artifacts.

If you guessed correctly, it should be the [tin staff] representing witchcraft and magic, the [dagger] representing conspiracy and betrayal, and the [torch] representing road and possibility.

The first two were inherited by Circe and Melinoe respectively, and the last one related to the foundation of divinity was firmly in her own hands.

Obviously, like the [talisman that breaks all laws] that symbolizes the [dagger], this [lantern] is the external form of the [torch].

At the critical moment, she tried her best to self-destruct the original artifact to severely damage the will of the old gods that surrounded them, and barely escaped from the trap, which proved that the situation just now was by no means as calm as she described.

Seeing that her bluff was exposed, Hecate could no longer maintain her calm expression. She twitched her face and looked resentfully at the unscrupulous disciple who was hiding on the edge watching the show.

"You actually deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors, and teamed up with these old gods to deal with me. All my hard work on you has been wasted."

"Doesn't this just prove that you teach well?"

Lorne's face was filled with a smile and no trace of guilt.

Although at the beginning, he learned witchcraft from Circe since he was a child, and he should inherit the [tin staff] that represents magic and become a magician.

But in fact, it was Hecate herself, the goddess in charge of night and conspiracy, who had been teaching and urging him behind the scenes.

Strictly speaking, these conspiracies and tricks of mine were all learned from Hecate herself.

Hecate was choked and extremely depressed and was speechless. She could only glare bitterly at the "good student" who truly inherited her mantle in the distance, and quietly closed the distance.

"She's going to run!"

However, a certain treacherous good student decisively released the signal that Hecate had been severely damaged, and shouted fire at the phantom of the old **** wandering in the wilderness.

"Kill her and you will be free, come on!"

Suddenly, under Lorne's instigation, the remaining will of the old **** gathered strength again and swarmed towards Hecate on the field.

The culprit himself waved goodbye and backed away with a smile.

As the phantoms of the old gods attacked her like crazy, Hecate could only deal with it hard while watching the cooked duck escape.

"Run away. You can escape for a while, but you can't escape forever. I will find you sooner or later!"

Hearing the resentful threat in the wilderness behind him, Lorne ran a little faster, cursing secretly in his heart.

Outrageous! Really outrageous!

So many old gods and old men were fighting together, but they could still make this woman alive and kicking.

But then, he felt relieved.

If Hecate was so easy to deal with, it wouldn't be these old gods who were imprisoned in the dreamland of the Elysee Gardens.

Nyx of Three Phases…

Hecate of the Three Phases…

After all, her origin is also the supreme **** in the Orphic religion (Dionysianism). Without two brushes, how could she be able to secure the title of Queen of Hell in the underworld where demons dance wildly.

Lorne stood at the edge of the mental world, looking back at Hecate, who was scurrying left and right in the wilderness surrounded by the will of the old god, constantly searching for the "road", his eyes flickering.

It seems that the plan is moving forward.

In the dark cave, the Gorgon emblem on Lorne's chest flickered and buzzed quietly.

At the same time, Ares Mountain.

Medusa, who was kneeling and praying in the temple, opened her eyes as if she felt something. She took out the Gorgon emblem with flashing light patterns on her chest, stared down, and pursed her lips tightly.

Immediately, she calmed down her ups and downs, stood up from the ground, and solemnly raised her hands towards the statue of her main god.

The bright starlight fell from the dome of the sanctuary, and in Medusa's palm turned into a golden scepter with a star and moon pattern embedded in it, and bird wings on both ends.

"when!"

When the scepter fell to the ground, ripples spread out in circles, making a crisp and exciting sound, as if playing a triumphant song of victory.

-The scepter of the goddess of victory was conceived from a part of the divinity sealed here by Athena and Niki. It is more symbolic than practical.

Those who hold this scepter, like Athena in person, can rule the Holy Land, control the Ares Mountain, and decide everything on their own.

After a while, streams of light came after hearing the news, rushed to the God of War Mountain, and landed on the square in front of the temple.

Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, the Nine Muses, the Three Graces, the two Gorgons, Circe the Witch, Chiron the Sage, Echidna the Snake Mother, and a large number of dykes Feng Zisi appeared one after another.

After a long period of getting along with each other, and Athena's intention to make friends, they have developed a sense of belonging here. They are both prosperous and destructive with Ares Mountain, and they are also willing to listen to the request of the scepter owner.

In a solemn atmosphere, they waited quietly

Medusa in the temple looked down at the scepter in her hand.

Originally, the best person to master this thing was Hestia, but the hearth goddess was already asleep.

According to the continuation of the order, Medusa took over this authority from her own main god.

I can…

The little girl who once dared not even look at anyone in the eyes silently muttered to herself, gripped the scepter of the goddess of victory in her hand, put on the bronze snake armor, held her head high, stepped out of the temple gate, and faced everyone. The old gods, new gods, demigods, monsters and heroes gathered here solemnly declared.

"let's start!"

Everyone nodded happily, with cheerful smiles on their faces.

The Great Temple of Olympus.

A figure wrapped in lightning and storm knocked open the door, rushed into the hall and roared.

"Who? Who did it?!"

Under Zeus's gloomy inspection, the gods present remained silent and shook their heads one after another.

Soon, the faint gaze fell on the two empty seats.

"Where are Ares and Hermes?"

Zeus asked with a frown, a gloomy look on his face.

Hestia and Demeter basically never participate in the decisions of the gods, so it is normal for them not to attend this occasion.

Why didn't Ares and Hermes come after he issued the order to summon the gods?

"Maybe they are a little far away from the Holy Mountain and are still on their way here."

A cold and sweet voice came from outside the door, and Hera stepped into the hall.

Looking at his wife in front of him, the anger in Zeus's heart disappeared inexplicably, and his eyes were in a trance.

Hera seems to be extraordinarily beautiful today. Her dignified appearance is still cool and elegant without any makeup. A golden belt is buckled on her slender waist, which highlights her graceful curves. She is full of charm, even those who are walking with her. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, seemed a little overshadowed.

"Your Majesty, since everyone is not here, why not sit down and wait for a while."

Upon hearing the suggestion, Zeus nodded in a daze, letting his wife take his arm, climb the steps, and walk towards the throne.

The divine throne made of gold is still exquisite and brilliant, as if it is waiting for its owner to come and use it.

Back in Olympus, everything was perfect.

But I don't know why, I always feel something is strange.

After thinking for a long time, Zeus finally thought of the answer.

Wait, didn't that jealous woman Hera just have a cold war with him, why is she so gentle all of a sudden?

"Crack!"

Just as intense confusion arose in the god-king's heart, dozens of rune chains like snakes and pythons shot out from all around, tightly binding his wrists and ankles, fixing him on the divine throne!

In an instant, light patterns flickered on the hall, and the main gods who arrived one by one summoned battle armor and military equipment, arousing a biting chill.

They want to rebel!

Looking at the main gods on the field who were fully armed and sharpening their swords, thunder exploded in Zeus's head and his expression changed drastically.

At this point, the flames of rebellion were officially ignited on Olympus.

At the same time, the battle on another battlefield entered a fierce stage.

In the dim and chaotic world of mental images, the phantoms of the old gods rushed towards the Queen of Hell who was in charge of the underworld, trying to completely regain their freedom. But in the face of absolute repression, their resistance was nothing but a futile struggle like moths fighting against the flame.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Ancient giants, deformed gods and monsters, ferocious monsters, majestic old gods... ferocious shadows bumped into Hecate one by one, and were annihilated by its powerful divine fire, leaving only a few scattered afterglows.

"Get away!"

Finally, with a roar of suppressed rage, Hecate broke through all the obstacles and came to the edge of the wilderness. Looking at Lorne sitting on the ground in front of her, she sneered faintly: "Run! Why don't you run away?" ?”

Lorne rolled his eyes at Hecate and complained angrily: "I would like to, but you have to give me a way."

However, Hecate was in a good mood after hearing the complaints from her unworthy disciple.

As the goddess of the road, when she invaded Lorne's mental world, she used her power to seal off all escape routes to prevent the cooked duck from growing wings and slipping out of her mouth.

In addition, the opponent still has her divine seal, which can make the target invisible. Therefore, although she has been frustrated many times, she does not really think that she will lose.

"Stop struggling, you can't escape."

Hecate looked at the unworthy disciple in front of her who had no way to escape, and sighed, as if she was touched by her compassion.

"Don't worry, I only want that divinity, and I don't have to kill you. As long as you are willing to hand over the things obediently, I will try my best to save your soul, or at the worst, let you reincarnate as a human being."

"Try your best?"

"Even if you reclaim your divinity, my divine power is not strong enough to surpass fate, so I can only do my best." Hecate also had no choice but to do so.

"Then do I still want to thank you?"

Lorne spoke with a smile, dismissive of Hecate's kindness.

Are you kidding me? He worked hard to get to where he is today. Do you really think he is an idiot for giving up all the results of his hard work to the other party as a wedding dress?

Not to mention, how much moisture is contained in the "best effort" in Hecate's mouth.

Even if the opposite party's conscience finds out and the plan succeeds, he will be able to successfully complete his reincarnation after being eaten dry by Hecate. But Lorne couldn't accept just losing his strength, starting over, and experiencing the days of being dependent on others and being on tenterhooks.

As if hearing her disciple's resistance, Hecate's tone became a little softer.

"Well, how about letting you become my slave? This compensation should be enough, right?"

"Sounds great."

Lorne nodded, as if convinced by the favorable conditions. But then, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and he spoke quietly.

"But you are so impatient, maybe you are not sure that I will win, right?"

Hecate's body stiffened, the shadow representing her soul swayed faintly, and the smile on her face couldn't help but freeze.

Although those are only part of the will under the brand of the old gods, the ants bite the elephant to death and resist so many attacks from the soul and divinity level, even she, the Queen of Hell, is a little bit too much.

If there is absolute suppression, there is no point in negotiating conditions or engaging in scheming.

Only when the strengths are unequal and you are not completely sure of winning, will you think of using strategies to make up for the gap.

This is one of the limitations of conspiracy.

But even so, the situation was still under her control.

"You are indeed outstanding, even better than I expected! Not only did you avoid crisis after crisis, you also quietly embezzled part of the [Destiny] of the Twelve Olympus Gods, allowing the seed to grow at an alarming speed. Bloom and bear fruit."

Hecate looked seriously at Lorne in front of her and admired her sincerely.

This resourcefulness and potential are definitely more suitable for the priesthood of [Conspiracy] than Melinoe, and can help her.

But once you make some choices, you can't go back.

Hecate put away a trace of regret in her heart and spoke quietly, giving her final answer and support.

"But based on these alone, you can't defeat me. Because before you become the Lord God, you can't control that divinity. This [Fruit] was never left to you, but to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hecate turned into a beam of light and shot forward.

She is the goddess in charge of roads and opportunities, and the power she inherited comes from the predetermined god-king, Poros, the **** of opportunity. Without a main **** or a person above the main god, there is no way to use it for your own use. This is Something she had been hiding.

And as long as she can get the divine nourishment from the same source, her previously lost strength can be quickly restored. Even if the opponent has the ingenuity of the sky, there is absolutely no possibility of a comeback.

There is no way I can lose this game of chess!

Just as Hecate was confidently heading towards the [Snack] in front of her, a deep voice echoed in her ears.

"too late…"

In an instant, the lamb that was supposed to be slaughtered raised its head, with a playful smile on its face, and opened its arms as if to welcome something.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the world above their heads shook violently. Stars lit up in the sky, forming a projection of eighty-eight constellations. Starlight as vast as the sea poured down on Lorne's body.

Like a substantial golden beam, the forward-moving Hecate was instantly deflected.

And Lorne, bathed in starlight, seemed to be undergoing some kind of wonderful transformation, his aura rising steadily.

Seeing the scene in front of her, Hecate's face was full of disbelief.

how so?

As if aware of Hecate's confusion, Lorne asked meaningfully.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"What?"

"The annual Bacchanalia."

Lorne replied leisurely, and then added.

"Of course, maybe a little ahead of schedule."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Hecate couldn't help but ask, her calm and elegant face showing an unprecedented anxiety.

This feeling is so bad, completely out of control, completely unexpected!

It seems that the dice that was once played with applause has found a way to completely escape her control.

Lorne looked at Hecate, his rival and teacher, and smiled.

"This is the experience I learned behind the door of the Elysée Garden: if a thousand cats have the same dream, they can have the possibility to change the world. What if tens of thousands of people call the same name together and praise the same god? ?

Especially when most of the Olympian gods are no longer on earth..."

In an instant, Hecate understood everything, her face changed dramatically, and the answer came out of her mouth.

"Great Sacrifice! You will use this celebration to upgrade!"

"That's right!"

Lorne nodded happily and opened his arms to welcome the bright starlight pouring from the sanctuary.

"Listen here to this music of praise to God!"

At the same time, in the city of Athens, countless residents gathered to drink and enjoy the joy and feast given by the God of Dionysus.

Hearing the shouts and cheers coming from her ears, Phaedra, a Dionysian madwoman, flushed with excitement on her pretty face under the firelight, struck the lively and deafening copper cymbals, lit the night dance torch, and invited The people of the whole city release their natural joy together.

"I call to Dionysus, the roaring god, and cry 'aha',

Dual nature, risen from the dead, Bacchus, the future king,

Mysterious and wild, a pair of horns, two forms,

Covered in ivy, the pure and mighty God of Joy shouts 'Aha'!

You eat sacrifices, you wear grapes as decorations, you wear leaves as clothes, you celebrate the two years,

Immortal king, immortal elf,

Hear me, good-hearted God, gentle and perfect God!

Come to me with your retinue of joy! "

Countless people sang, danced and sang together.

The same thing happened in Thebes, Sparta, Corinth and other city-states. Countless Dionysian believers shared drinks and food along the street, inviting everyone to celebrate this happy day.

All the singing brought together thoughts and blessings to the sky and flowed together to the God of War Mountain.

And in that empty square, the nine muses, the three goddesses of grace, the goddess of memory, and even the gods and demigods, drank wine, praised in unison, and performed the final tune and concert.

"I call upon the first-born, dual-gendered **** who haunts the heavens,

He was born from an egg, with brilliant golden wings,

You roar like a bull, the origin of blissful gods and mortals,

Unforgettable sowing, endless carnival in the world, one of the original Phanes..."

The golden divine liquid condensed by faith merges into the starry sky of the sanctuary, and together they build a ladder for a certain **** to reach the top.

At the same time, the mind is in the world.

Emerald-green grapevines grew wildly at Lorne's feet; clusters of purple-red grapes exploded, and the air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine.

In a daze, Hecate saw that the figure was surrounded by the heads of various animals: goats, giant whales, bulls, wild boars, white horses, eagles...

He has double horns on his head, his hands are wrapped around grapevines, and his feet are shaped like the hind legs of a goat, reminding people of Pan's forked hooves.

If Hecate had read the uncensored "Twenty-four Lines" and "Theogony" from a certain secret sect, she would be surprised to find that all these details are consistent with the myths in the secret book. The narrative fits.

It is - [One of the Originals] Phanes!

And Phanes is the Orphic **** who replaced Nyx of the Three Phases as the new master.

The next moment, [Giant Whale] flicked its tail, setting off new huge waves and storms; [Goat] ran as fast as lightning; [Bull] stamped its hooves, and the earth roared and trembled; [Wild Boar] roared violently and raised its fangs. Charge; [Eagle] **** its wings and soars, setting off the roar of thunder and storm... Twelve divinities, twelve incarnations, tempered by the flames in a furnace, blend into each other, forming a perfect circle behind him , like a shining crown!

The majestic figure stood at the top of the long and glorious stairs under the starlight. He slowly opened his eyes with lightning, reflecting the endless stars and eternal joy.

The magnetic voice, accompanied by countless people's half-hearted chants, echoes in the world of mental images, like poetry and songs, majestic and timeless.

"—Hecate, I have become a god!"

(End of chapter)

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