Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 327

Chapter 327 Don't you still have life?

The royal palace of Thessaly, a house somewhere.

A stream of mercury-silver liquid flowed from the rich night to the steps lit by dim lights, and slowly gathered into a tall and beautiful girl with red hair.

The girl's face showed an unusual sense of transparency. After walking a few steps, she stretched out her hands to support the carved pillars in front of the door and gasped for air. Her body used this to absorb the ether factors floating in the air, and her pale skin recovered to several levels. Human blood and ruddy color.

"You actually missed it, Aphrodite."

Accompanied by a deep voice, a tall and strong young man with tan skin walked from the shadows around the corner. He couldn't help but frown slightly as he looked at the embarrassed fellow Mechas.

"The information is wrong. That guy is very strong. He is definitely not an ordinary demigod hero!"

The machine **** Aphrodite raised her head and spoke with a cold snort. Thinking of the thrilling scene before, her golden eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of lingering fear.

"If I hadn't caught the opportunity quickly, I might not have been able to come back tonight."

"Strong? Don't look for excuses for your failures and incompetence."

Mechgod Ares stood in the shadows with his arms folded, looking at his companion with a hint of disdain.

As a bronze clan that is proficient in combat, they have always valued force, and somewhat look down upon incompetent characters like Aphrodite who prefer investigation and infiltration.

When Aphrodite, the God of Machines, heard the undisguised disdain, she felt annoyed in her heart and her face was filled with anger.

"Why are you arrogant? If you have the ability, try it yourself!"

"Hmph, just give it a try. Where is that guy?"

"In a courtyard in the north of the city, I marked the area with divine fluid. Do you dare to go?"

The God of Machine Aphrodite raised her eyebrows and spoke unceremoniously, with a malicious sneer flashing in her beautiful eyes.

According to her judgment, the people in that courtyard not only have god-level strength, but also belong to the top combat power group among the gods. They are most likely the incarnation of one of the Olympus gods.

If you want to compete with this type of guy, you must be at least the top four of the twelve gods - Zeus, Hera, Poseidon and Athena.

Even if this reckless man like Ares goes, there is a high probability that he will not be able to get any benefits. Let him suffer a little. Let's see how arrogant he will be in the future!

It would be better if this guy was dismantled due to a mistake, and then its core will be mine.

"Just go!"

The machine **** Ares nodded without hesitation. The mercury liquid stretched behind him turned into a pair of gorgeous golden wings, and he couldn't wait to start hunting.

Due to the fraudulent use of the names of the Twelve Lord Gods, the Mechgods were inevitably affected by factors such as the personalities of the Twelve Lord Gods in the process of stealing divine power.

It's just that as metal lifeforms, they have no concept of pairing and breeding, and are not deeply affected by emotional factors, so they pay more attention to the struggle for strength and divine power.

Killing enemies, killing companions, self-evolution, and self-improvement are their main life background.

"Ares, come back here!"

However, as soon as the machine **** Ares spread his wings and took off, the mermaid prince Triton rushed out of the door angrily, and pulled **** the machine **** with his shining arm.

Suddenly, the red divine light all over the body of the machine **** Ares was suppressed by a ball of aqua blue halo, and he straightened up and crashed.

When the machine **** Aphrodite standing aside saw this, she immediately showed an expression of gloating.

However, before she could say a few sarcastic words, Triton turned his clouded cheek and asked coldly.

"And you! I asked you to find out the details of the other party. Did you say I wanted you to fight them?"

"A piece of trash that fails to accomplish anything but fails to accomplish anything!"

When Aphrodite, the Goddess of Machines, heard this merciless rebuke, her face flashed with anger, and she wanted to get angry, but when she saw Triton's raised arm, she could only lower her head in anger.

In order to achieve cooperation with the Atlanteans and gain the opportunity for the Bronze Tribe to come back, Father God has handed over their control to Poseidon and his sons.

The Bronze Clan has been away from this land for too long. In today's era, they have neither foundation nor belief. Although they are reluctant, they can only obey the orders of this mermaid prince.

"Get all out of here!"

Triton snorted the order, the gentleness and humility he tried to maintain on his handsome face disappeared, and his expression looked a bit gloomy and twisted.

Although I had long heard that the Bronze clan was unruly and unruly, it seemed that they had fallen so low that they didn't realize they were in this situation. They still couldn't distinguish their priorities and caused trouble for them all day long.

Under the threat of control, the two machine gods had no choice but to curb their arrogance and sharpness and return to the house obediently.

At this time, a water-blue light pattern flickered on the table, projecting Poseidon's tired and depressed old face.

Obviously, Triton was reporting to his father just now.

"So, Admetus doesn't agree to our terms?"

Sea King, who was sitting on the throne, did not even look at the two Mecha subordinates who entered the room. He rubbed his sore eyebrows and continued the previous topic with his son Triton.

"Where's Alcestis? What do you mean by your niece Queen?"

"She is unwilling to negotiate for us, and she is not willing to embarrass her husband because of the relationship with her father Pelias."

Triton shook his head, feeling helpless.

Poseidon heard this and was quite dissatisfied with his granddaughter's attitude.

"Sure enough, he is another ignorant white-eyed wolf!"

"Father God, what should we do next?"

Things reached a deadlock, and Triton had no choice but to ask his father for advice. During the previous confrontation with the Ares Mountain series, they lost the city of Trozen. Now there are very few cities left that believe in the sea **** Poseidon. The Poseidon Temple is eager to open up a new bridgehead to enhance the influence of the ocean gods. Influence on land.

If they fail repeatedly, it will cause a big blow to the already low morale of the Ocean Gods.

"Don't worry, the giants are not that easy to deal with. Even Zeus is a little afraid of these Gigantes giants. Since Admetus is so confident, let him suffer a little first, and when the time is right, he will When you beg us.”

Poseidon raised his hand and pressed it softly, as if he was holding a pearl of wisdom.

Prince Triton in the room raised his concerns.

"What if His Majesty the God-King, the patron saint of Thessaly, intervenes?"

"That's why you can clearly distinguish who is the enemy and who is the friend..."

Poseidon spoke quietly, his tone meaningful.

Triton's eyes flickered, his eyes thoughtful.

This is probably why his father asked him to test out the new arrivals. If the other party is the spokesperson of Zeus, necessary measures can be taken at the critical moment.

If not, perhaps we can adopt a cooperative attitude and jointly dig into the corner of His Majesty the God King.

However, a good pre-game intelligence gathering turned into a provocation by force under the control of the machine **** Aphrodite.

It seems that if you want to find another opportunity to contact the other party, you may have to wait for a while to ease the situation...

Triton glanced back at the two Mechas behind him, sighed gloomily, and then lowered his head to make a serious promise to Poseidon's projection.

"Father God, I understand what you mean. I will handle these matters carefully."

Poseidon nodded with satisfaction, and then with a burst of distortion of light patterns, his figure disappeared into the magic array.

The next day.

After a night's rest, everyone regained their energy and came to the palace again to continue discussing with King Admetus of Thessaly how to deal with the harassment of the djinn clan.

Compared to yesterday's hasty meeting, Admetus' preparations this time seemed much more grand and formal.

Katniss brings Lorne and Medea into the bustling hall. After entering the door, the most beautiful woman in Thessaly, along with the local heroes of Thessaly and allies from surrounding city-states who came to help, fist bumped and shouldered each other, greeted each other familiarly, and introduced Lorne and Medea to her. them.

The heroes in the palace secretly looked at the two new members. They couldn't help but be in awe after hearing that they were teachers and students of Athens Academy. There were even several divine blood heroes who had studied at Athens Academy and took the initiative as alumni. Go up and talk to Lorne, smiling and showing kindness.

The Spartan twin brothers who arrived shortly afterwards also showed Lorne's approval and admiration in a respectful manner. Everyone saw this and became closer to each other.

With a gentle smile on his face, Lorne responded politely one by one, secretly observing which cute children were suitable to be brought into the Ares Mountain and become consumables to catalyze the growth of the Holy Cloth.

Don't you still have life? Make some contribution to the love and peace of the world, consumables.

At this moment, Admetus is holding a banquet in the hall to entertain these heroes who are trying to solve the crisis in Thessaly. According to the Greek tradition of respecting strength, the heroes who are farther away are weaker, but at least they are those who have awakened the blood of the gods. Goddess is more than enough to deal with ordinary monsters and giants.

Unfortunately, after Katniss's introduction, even though the discerning Lorne got to know the dozens of Greek heroes present, he was not satisfied.

Most of these people in the middle and outer layers are unknown and mediocre people. Even the consumables for making holy clothes are not qualified.

Fortunately, after squeezing into the core area of the hall, Lorne saw a more eye-catching target.

In the center of the venue, the two-meter-five-meter tall man with black hair and golden eyes sat alone.

Under every inch of his brown-black skin, rock-like muscles are knotted, and dark red divine lines are dormant like a dragon. His whole body is like cast steel, reflecting a faint cold light under the few rays of sunlight cast by the skylight.

From a distance, the whole person looked like a dormant beast, a majestic giant peak, an indestructible fortress, or a turbulent deep sea. The boiling etheric magic power surged around him, and even gave off a burnt smell in the air.

At this time, a boundary-like vacuum zone was formed three meters around this figure, surrounded by divine-blooded heroes lying wailing and covering their arms.

The strong man was holding the wine jar in his left hand, sitting cross-legged on the ground and drinking freely. His right hand was placed on the blue-grey stone pier, and he was wrestling with a divine blood hero who came forward.

The burly god-blooded hero used all his strength to try to pull down the strong man's arm. However, even though his arm was sore and numb, his forehead was sweating, and he finally used both hands, he could not move the arm at all.

Gradually, heat steamed up all over his body, and fine sweat seeped out layer by layer, gathering on the texture of his skin and forming a downward dripping stream.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the strong man picked up the wine jar and took a swig, laughing heartily.

"It's my turn!"

The divine-blood hero opposite felt a shiver in his heart, his face turned red immediately, his pupils were bloodshot, and his whole body changed from squatting to standing, obviously unwilling to admit defeat.

Dozens of divine-blooded heroes, who were watching the excitement, waved their drinking vessels, knocked on the table, and shouted in unison.

"ρακλ(Hercules)!"

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the explosion of landslides and tsunamis, the blue-gray stone piers that had been covered with cracks turned into powder at some point.

In the smoke and dust, two arms, one up and one down, showed the victory or defeat.

Lorne in the crowd looked at the strong man who won the cheers of the audience, and the corners of his lips curved in pleasure.

It turns out to be your boy.

(End of chapter)

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