Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 357

Chapter 357 Jockey Miazu 2.0

A few days later.

The swaying starry sky in the sanctuary returned to calm, and the three radiant goddesses walked out of the starlight talking and laughing. The rose-colored flush on their skin and the laziness and comfort in their bones all revealed the feeling of enjoying the moisture of the rain.

Correspondingly, on the soft bed in the cave, which was made of animal skins, silk fabrics, alchemical materials, etc., the silver-haired male **** with slightly sunken eye sockets and long disheveled hair was sitting on the head of the bed, with the word "Tai" on his face. He lay spread out on the bed, motionless for a long time, like a withered grass that had been drained of its moisture.

Having used all the powers, how about using me as a BOSS?

The victim cursed resentfully, took out a dozen energy potions from the magic array with slightly trembling hands, poured them into the golden chalice that appeared in front of him, and then drank the potion with wine while sighing melancholy.

“When will this day end…”

“I think you're enjoying it.”

Joking banter was heard in his ears, and another inmate poked his head out from the next door, his playful eyes falling on the broken black spell chain beside him.

"I remember that this kind of semi-finished product can only last for a few quarters of an hour at most."

The corners of Luo En's eyes twitched, and then he turned his head, looking at his master with a smile on his face, and said quietly.

“If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot.”

In an instant, Hecate, who was gloating about her misfortune, stiffened, her smile froze, she shrank her neck like a thorn in her back, and a dry smile appeared on her face.

"Speaking of which, you must have something serious to come to me for, right? How can I help?"

“There is something I wanted to discuss with you before.”

Hecate swallowed her saliva: "What about now?"

Lorne had a bright smile on his face, and he sincerely reflected on himself: "I am a small-minded person."

Seeing the inmate next door slowly taking out a suspicious pink medicine bottle, a black whip made from snake slough, and lumps of beeswax, etc., which seemed a bit familiar, Hecate instantly changed. His face became pale, and he quickly dragged the magic chain on his body and hid in the shadow of the corner.

It can't be done without running.

The functions and efficacy of these things seemed to have been demonstrated to her personally by the three goddesses just now.

However, Lorne just snapped his fingers, and the magic chains wrapped around Hecate were activated, tightening around her like a poisonous snake, dragging her out of the shadows, and tying her firmly to the central stone pillar. superior.

Compared to the semi-finished product secretly made by a certain goddess of witchcraft, this divine tool made by the craftsman **** Hephaestus himself is obviously more targeted and stronger.

As the chains continued to tighten, strips of cold black metal dug into the goddess's beautiful flesh.

Hecate's limbs on the pillar were torn into the shape of "big", like a swan about to be entangled and strangled by a giant python. After struggling several times to no avail, Hecate looked expectantly at her good disciple.

“Hey, can we reconcile?”

“At this moment, you are joking.”

Lorne ruthlessly shattered the opponent's illusions, then drank the last sip of the divine liquid from the small pink medicine bottle, picked up the long snake-slaughter whip, and walked towards his beloved master who had single-handedly achieved his success with a sinister smile.

It's time to show off your real technology!

Soon, the starry sky in the sanctuary swayed again, seemingly more violently than before.

Come again…

Mnemosyne in front of the Temple of the Three Goddess shook her head, added another layer of spell protection to herself, and then continued to immerse herself in reading "Arabian Nights" in her hand.

Behind her, the two crystal coffins vibrated imperceptibly.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the mountains of Thessaly.

Perseus inspected the area around the camp as usual, took some clean water from a nearby stream, and turned back to the station. Due to the oracle of the father **** Zeus, he and Hercules were not allowed to intervene in the battle of Thessaly and naturally had to evacuate from the city.

But his disciple could not completely ignore Thessaly, so he begged him to stay in the forest and wait quietly, hoping that the father could change his mind as soon as possible.

Just waiting and waiting, instead of waiting for a new oracle from the father God Zeus, he heard the news that Thessaly was almost fallen.

A rustling sound came from the bushes behind the camp. Perseus, who was boiling water for cooking, put down his wooden spoon and looked behind him.

“You sneaked into the city again?”

“Teacher, after all, that is the Holy Land of God the Father.”

Heracles, who was wearing a black cloak, pulled down his hood, revealing his somewhat embarrassed face, and defended dryly.

Looking at the disciples who were looking away, Perseus sighed and reminded quietly: "Don't do meaningless things, Father God will be unhappy..."

Hercules pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, with a trace of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

“Then what's the point of doing? Let's watch Thessaly fall and everyone in it die?”

“Isn't Thessaly fallen yet?”

"But in the last battle, 1,747 people died in Thessaly, and almost every household is planning funerals... If we were here, if God the Father allowed us to take action, many people might not have to die."

Hercules clenched his fists, with a trace of guilt and remorse in his tone.

"Don't think so." Perseus comforted him, "Father God must have a deep meaning when he does this."

　　It's just that the tone was inexplicably weak. After all, even he himself didn't believe some of the words.

The gods have never been a symbol of mercy.

Heracles asked: "So, he still won't let us interfere?"

“…” Perseus opened his mouth, and finally responded with wordless silence.

Hercules sighed and spoke slightly hesitantly.

“I heard on the road that Admetus was also seriously injured. He survived until he returned from Ares Mountain and then fell ill..."

“God the Father has said that we are not allowed to interfere.”

Perseus interrupted his disciple's words and reminded him seriously again.

"I just want to see my friend." Hercules explained in a low voice, and assured his teacher and guardian, "Don't worry, as long as he is fine, I will be back early!"

“The oracle is the oracle! No more transgressions are allowed!”

Perseus sternly refused, then turned and walked towards the tent.

“Okay, I'm tired and I'm going to take a nap. Now it's your turn to keep vigil. Don't disturb me with anything during the rest, do you understand?”

Looking at the teacher who was drifting away, as well as a cloak, a bottle of potion and a pair of winged boots that were left in front of the fire, Hercules thoughtfully bowed deeply to the figure that got into the tent. After bowing, he put away the three things on the ground, turned around and stepped into the increasingly dense night.

The breeze blew by, the curtains that had been opened a little gap quietly dropped, and a faint sigh came from the tent.

　It is sometimes not a good thing to pay too much attention to emotions.

(End of this chapter)

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