Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Cows can be cows! (4.6k)

Inside the house, pieces of armor and clothing were scattered around, while Katniss, who had taken the initiative to explode all her equipment, was lying on the bed, soundly sleeping.

Under the loose blanket, the healthy wheat-colored skin showed an attractive honey color in the moonlight. The two heavy fruits only covered one third of it diagonally, and the scenery on the top of the mountain was vaguely visible.

Lorne on the side carefully removed the arm that was pressing on his chest, and glanced at Katniss, who was almost naked and going to bed, feeling dumbfounded.

You really don't treat your brothers as outsiders...

As Lorne shook his head, low snoring sounded in his ears.

At this time, Katniss's body was spread out in a large shape, and her tight muscles showed a pleasant relaxation. She had obviously entered a state of deep sleep.

It can be seen that this female warrior is really tired.

After all, she first pursued for dozens of miles and fought fiercely with dozens of centaurs in the dense forest; then she was hit by a strange spell and became paralyzed, and was almost buried by dozens of big trees pushed down by the centaurs; she had just regained consciousness. , and took them non-stop all the way into the city to meet the King of Thessaly...

Even if you are an iron man, you will inevitably feel a little tired after such repeated tossing.

Thinking of this, Lorne consciously slowed down his movements and breathing so as not to disturb the **** brother's rest.

All in all, the two little green teas outside are probably still squatting on him at this time. As soon as he goes out, he will probably become a white school scene, or even worse, a Shura field.

If they really get entangled, he won't be able to be clean tonight.

In contrast, although Katniss has a somewhat criminal figure, she may not be able to grasp the distance when getting along with her, and her gun may go off. But the other party also really regarded his savior as a brother. Compared with the two little green teas outside who wanted to swallow him, he was safer.

After thinking about it for a while, Lorne took the attitude of taking things as they come, gently closed his eyes, and prepared to rest.

An hour later.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Lorne opened his eyes, took away the paw that slapped his face for the thirteenth time, and then looked down at the two round thighs locked around his waist in the posture of an old tree. He opened the pair of deadly scissor legs with no expression on his face.

However, as soon as he released the restraints on his lower body, his upper body collapsed.

Katniss, who was sleeping soundly, waving her hands randomly, used a soft object next to her as a pillow, stuffed it into her arms, and murmured comfortably in her sleep.

With half of his head sunk into the ravine, Lorne felt the suffocation and some kind of softness coming from his mouth and nose. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, and there was no sleep in his mind.

How can one sleep like this!

Faced with repeated harassment by his unscrupulous roommate, Lorne couldn't bear it. With a dark face, he pulled Katniss off his body, then decisively jumped out of bed, pushed open the door and sneaked into the courtyard for a walk, trying to be physically and mentally clean.

At this time, the two little green teas outside the door had long disappeared. Judging from the smells coming from the two rooms opposite, they had obviously gone into the house to rest.

Lorne felt reassured and sat at the stone table in the courtyard, taking out his collection of fine wines and drinking them comfortably.

The night is as cool as water, the moonlight is as thin as gauze, mixed with the pleasant chirping of insects around, making the atmosphere quiet and peaceful.

After a few glasses of wine, Lorne dipped his fingertips into the remaining wine in the glass and drew several Hermes text on the table.

Injecting a trace of divine power into it, a slight buzzing sound followed, and a figure with purple hair and golden eyes emerged from the rotating magic array.

"Long time no see, Sister Ya."

In the magic circle diagram, the purple-haired goddess who was bending over her desk in the bedroom to review documents stopped her pen when she heard the sound, raised her eyebrows, and hummed inquiringly.

"Huh? What should you call me outside?"

"Okay, okay, Master Sasha."

Lorne rolled his eyes and reluctantly fell into role play.

"Still in Trozen City?"

"Well, that's right."

"Why did it take so long? Is there something going on?"

"There was indeed an accident..."

Athena nodded, her eyes flashed, and she answered in a deep voice.

"I met people from Poseidon Temple here."

"The person you can take seriously shouldn't be an ordinary Atlantean, right?"

Lorne turned the wine glass in his hand and asked playfully.

Athena was very satisfied with the keenness that her younger brother had always maintained, and opened her lips to add information.

"They call themselves [Sea Fighters], and they are all equipped with [Scale Clothes] made of orichalcum. They are very difficult to deal with."

"Stronger than the [Holy Clothes] of Ares Mountain?"

"It's difficult to distinguish between quality and quantity, but in terms of quantity, Poseidon Temple's [Scale Clothes] have been installed, even on ordinary Atlantis soldiers."

"It shouldn't be..."

Lorne frowned, doubts appearing on his face.

"You commissioned Hephaestus to build the [Sacred Cloth] of Ares Mountain himself. It possesses extraordinary divinity and power. Poseidon has been repaired so many times that even Atlantis was buried in the sea. , Where did he get so many [Scale Clothes]? Even if the orichalcum of Atlantis is Chinese cabbage, it's probably not that easy to solve in terms of casting technology, right? Is it possible that there is a God of Craftsman on the other side?”

"There really is..."

When Lorne heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at Athena in surprise.

Hephaestus rebelled? Impossible?

"It has nothing to do with Hephaestus. He is a foreign **** named 'Vulkan'. It is said that the [scaled clothes] in Poseidon Temple were made by him."

Athena picked up the pen and sketched a sketch of a strong man with a red beard and several strange bronze machines on the paper, showing it to Lorne.

"In addition, he also created something called [Mech Soldier] to assist the Sea Fighters in Poseidon Temple in fighting to make up for the current population shortage of the Atlantis family."

Vulcan?

Lorne couldn't help but frown deeply when he heard the name.

This is the **** of fire and craftsman in future Roman mythology, equivalent to today's craftsman **** Hephaestus.

The Venus and Mars he met in Thessaly during the day were compared with Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and Ares, the **** of war, respectively.

If one is a coincidence, then the appearance of three of them one after another proves that there is definitely something wrong with the "visitors from a foreign land" who claim to be gods!

Thinking of this, Lorne told Athena what he saw and heard in Thessaly.

The goddess of wisdom pondered for a moment and murmured with enlightenment.

"No wonder..."

"What did you think of?"

After hearing Lorne's question, Athena came back to her senses and spoke quietly.

“Remember Talos on Crete?”

"That bronze giant?"

"Yes." Athena nodded, her eyes gradually becoming darker, "I suspect that these people we met may be from the same ethnic group as Talos."

"The Bronze Clan?" Lorne was stunned for a moment, confused, "Didn't it mean that they were exterminated by Zeus?"

"Golden humans have also been exterminated. What's the result? Aren't they still alive and kicking in Atlantis? The sea of ​​chaos is boundless. As long as you are willing, it is not difficult to hide something."

Athena spoke calmly, then flashed her eyes and added in a deep voice.

"And, do you know the real reason why the Bronze Clan was destroyed at that time?"

"What?" "Using God's name, stealing God's power, and trying to achieve destiny with someone who is not a God!"

Athena pondered quietly, with a playful smile on her lips.

"It seems that my uncle got mixed up with them."

"Sea warriors, scale coats, mechs, remnants of the Bronze Age...can you handle so many troubles?"

Lorne frowned and asked with concern.

Athena rolled her eyes at Lorne proudly and snorted angrily. .

"You look down on me too much, don't you? Think about it, why can you meet the [Machine God] of the bronze clan in Thessaly?"

Lorne thought for a moment and suddenly realized.

"You took care of Poseidon Temple? They couldn't open up a situation in Trozen City at all, so those machine gods came to the inland to find a new city-state as a springboard?"

"You're smart."

Athena slightly raised her smooth chin, a trace of complacency on her beautiful face.

"I have fought against those machine gods several times before. Although I was caught off guard at the beginning, after I stabilized the situation, I won. Not only did the Poseidon Temple not get any advantage from me, but even Theseus, whom they wanted to win over, also won. He has been taken under my command and has become the Saint of Aries Palace."

"Even if you instigate Theseus, it won't be easy for you to eliminate the influence of Poseidon in Trozen City, right? After all, the three gods of machines, Poseidon, and a large number of ocean gods, no matter how you think about it, You can't just sit back and watch, right?”

"So, I transferred many old friends from Ares Mountain."

Athena winked jokingly and revealed the current strength of her men.

In addition to Theseus, the Aries Saint who has just joined the job, there are also Asclepius, the **** of medicine who has completed body remodeling and inherited the Ophiuchus Saint Cloth, and the second-generation Justice Goddess A who was given the Libra Saint Cloth. Streya, as well as the recently appointed teacher Sagittarius Ma and a large number of outstanding graduates of Athens Academy under his command.

Many of these descendants of God who had studied at the Academy of Athens were given bronze and silver holy robes after graduation, and were truly direct descendants of the God of War.

Lorne was speechless as he listened to the deployment of combat power under Athena's command.

More than thirty silver and bronze saints, and four old and new gold saints. Among the four golden saints, in addition to Theseus, who just joined the team, the strength is not good, the **** of medicine Asclepius, the second-generation goddess of justice Astraea, and the sage Chiron, these three can They are all equipped with the best support and combat power among the gods.

Coupled with the increase in the Golden Saint Cloth, Poseidon had to weigh his teeth. It is no wonder that Poseidon has not been able to conquer Trozen City so far, and has turned to Thessaly to find a breakthrough.

It has to be said that in terms of developing the bottom line, Miss Sasha, as the spokesperson of Athena, has indeed performed very well. Not long after she left Ares Mountain, she gathered a large number of capable young men under her.

On the other hand, Lorne himself was both a father and a mother in Arcadia. He achieved more than 80% of the output in team battles and was almost exhausted to the point of vomiting blood. This was considered a win with a lot of moles and deceitful teammates.

In the end, he just went through the onboarding procedures for the twin brothers, and his performance in attracting people was completely blown away by Athena.

Although the data was not good-looking, in order to save his respect, Lorne had no choice but to criticize Athena morally.

"Forget about Theseus and Asclepius, Astraea is Themis' disciple and god. You recruited her under your command and then turned around and waited for Themis to wake up. How do you explain it? "

"What's the explanation? The entire Ares Mountain belongs to me. What's wrong with asking her to be my apprentice? When she wakes up later, if she's not strong enough, I plan to take her in as well."

A certain Minotaur **** from Crete, the source of all evils in N.T.R culture, spoke bluntly, with a domineering air about him.

As the second-generation tauren, Lorne listened, secretly wary in his heart.

Before Themis woke up, Athena began to take advantage of this elder. So what if it was because of his decline in strength?

This goddess of wisdom would probably beat him to his knees mercilessly, and then take him back to work as a star.

Therefore, in order to ensure that he will not be ridden underneath, he must be ahead of his elder sister in all aspects.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt the urgent pressure behind him. He opened his mouth to ask for more information about the Holy Cloth, trying to get a head start as soon as possible.

"Speaking of which, aren't there only twelve golden holy garments in the zodiac? What's going on with Ophiuchus?"

"Who told you that there are only twelve fixed sets of golden holy clothes?"

When Luo En heard this, he was speechless for a moment.

Athena saw this and patiently explained.

"Nothing is eternal. It has been tens of millions of years since the creation of the world in chaos. After such a large-scale evolution, even the North Star is by no means eternal. There are also lives that come to an end and old stars die. , the birth of new stars is also common, and in order to decorate the star chart more beautifully, the stars will also change their positions, so the status of the zodiac is not consistent and cannot be replaced. "

"But I remember that the originally designed rank of Ophiuchus should be silver? Can it replace the position of the zodiac?"

"Silver must be weaker than gold? Can a child wearing armor really defeat a **** dressed in cloth?"

Hearing Athena's meaningful question, Lorne was thoughtful.

"So, the true strength and weakness depends not only on the holy clothing itself, but also on the strength and potential of the user?"

Athena nodded, looked at Lorne and pondered leisurely.

"I guess your progress is so slow because you think that the number of gold-level holy clothes is too small, and you need to carefully select suitable targets. When you release the silver and bronze-level holy clothes, you are worried that some people may be restricted. original ability and talent.”

Lorne nodded helplessly, this was exactly what he was worried about.

Therefore, although Medea and Atalanta have good abilities, they have not yet been assigned suitable holy clothes.

"You think too much."

Athena rolled her eyes at her overly smart brother and hummed.

"The color of the holy clothes only represents the difference in status in the holy realm. It does not represent the strength. Which one is weak or strong depends on the user himself. So you can give these holy clothes to those you like. "

"Isn't this too casual? What if the user dies?"

"That's better. When they die, the holy clothes can automatically return to the sanctuary and be passed on to the next one in the future. The more people who handle it, the more combat experience the new user will get from it."

When Luo En heard this, his eyes were surprised.

"Memory function..." Athena explained casually, "When the goddess of memory Mnemosyne stayed in Ares Mountain, I asked her to incorporate a trace of memory divinity into the holy cloth to absorb the battle of each user. Talent and experience against enemies ensure that the holy clothes will become stronger and stronger as they are used. After all, they can only take away the divine power of the sky by constantly reaching new levels."

Lorne heard the implication, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"So, the Holy Cloth is alive? It can continue to evolve under the cultivation of the user?"

I bet those users can also use it as experience packs and become upgrade materials for the holy clothes?

"That's right, whether it's gold, silver, or bronze, these are not the end of the Holy Cloth."

Athena paused and spoke quietly.

"Pull the glory of the gods from the sky to the earth, allowing the user to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods in a mortal body. This is the true form of the holy garment!"

"Sacred Clothes?"

"Well, it's not wrong to call them that. But it's a pity that among the eighty-eight holy clothes, only Ophiuchus has broken through the limit."

When Luo En heard this, he suddenly realized.

It turns out that the Holy Cloth of Ophiuchus did not evolve into a golden level, but became a sacred cloth due to the great achievements of the **** of medicine as compared to the gods.

Similarly, what Athena wants is not the eighty-eight saints who shout around, but the eighty-eight starry sky gods who seize the power of the gods.

"Then why didn't you make it clear from the beginning?"

"There are only twelve gold saints who can be used. The remaining silver and bronze saints are just mediocre people. Isn't it right for outsiders to think so?"

Lorne was speechless and silently gave Athena a thumbs up.

In terms of your level of cunning and evil-mindedness, it has to be you, Sister Ya.

(End of chapter)

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