Chapter 154: Ta Miao: I only want a male mother
The centaurs gathered around came to their senses one after another. Some of them raised their swords, shields and spears, stepped out of the team, spread their four hooves, charged forward with a grin, ready to stab the guy who blocked their way into a sieve in one fell swoop, and then rush to enjoy the beautiful opposite sex who broke into Arcadia as soon as possible.
I told you, these four-legged bastards have nothing to do with me...
Looking at several centaurs galloping towards him with weapons raised, a newly appointed god of wine vindicated himself while striding forward with his baby in his arms.
"Moo!"
The moment the two sides met, a dazzling golden light burst out in the enemy camp and transformed into the shadow of a golden bull. It raised its head and let out an angry roar. The surging divine power knocked the centaurs rushing forward, causing them to splatter blood, break bones and tendons, and turned into twisted flesh bombs, flying backwards.
Bright red blood spurted all the way, and several centaurs fell into the deep pit, emitting dying screams and cries.
However, this not only failed to scare the other centaurs, but instead aroused their inherent ferocity.
"Kill them! Kill them all!"
The centaur wearing a golden helmet raised his giant axe, and the golden light unique to gods burst out from his body. He growled and led the charge.
The remaining hundreds of Centaurs grabbed their weapons, shouted excitedly, and followed closely behind.
The earth shook like thunder and the Centaurs charged forward en masse, sweeping towards the thin figure in the center like a wave.
Faced with the sight of the horses galloping, the baby in Loen's cradle did not feel fear at all. Instead, he poked out his little head, widened his brown eyes, looked forward curiously, and giggled.
"You're quite courageous. It looks like you'll be able to cause a lot of trouble in the future!"
Loen reached out and scratched the little girl's nose, smiled teasingly, then fixed the swaddling clothes in front of him, freed his two hands, and rushed into the enemy camp like a tiger into a flock of sheep.
Wherever he passed, the surrounding centaurs were either knocked away by the terrifying force, their internal organs shattered; or their weapons were taken away by the exquisite force-dissipating skills and they were hacked to death; or they were knocked down by bare hands and died under the trampling of their companions...
For a moment, the Centaurs, who thought it was just an ordinary robbery, were thrown to the ground with heavy casualties.
Looking at the blood splattering around, the baby in Loen's arms laughed even more happily, with even a hint of excitement flushing on his face, as if he was quite enjoying this exhilarating battle scene.
"die!"
Seeing his subordinates being slaughtered, the Centaur leader wearing a golden helmet finally couldn't bear it anymore. He swung his giant axe to split an unlucky Centaur who was blocking his way into two pieces, and then the axe blade went straight to Loen's forehead.
But just when this powerful blow was about to crack the enemy's skull, it stopped in mid-air, motionless.
"That's it?"
Loen raised his head slightly, glanced at the axe handle in his hand, sneered and shook his head.
Understanding the mockery in that expression, the Centaur leader flew into a rage. With a low roar, he pushed the divinity in his blood to the extreme, vowing to chop open the disgusting head of this two-legged sheep.
However, the resistance that was supposed to be offset in front of us suddenly disappeared.
The Centaur leader, who had overexerted himself, smashed his axe into the ground and staggered forward into a deep pit.
But before the dizzy head could rise from the mud, a foot stepped down hard, ruthlessly breaking the neck of the Centaur leader.
The broken bones and lack of oxygen made the monster feel the shadow of death, and it began to struggle frantically.
In response, Loen smiled slightly, picked up the bronze axe that the centaur leader had dropped on the ground, and swung it forward.
"puff!"
Accompanied by the spurting of burning blood, a huge and ferocious head rolled into the deep pit, and its pupils gradually dilated, staring at the night sky in fear and blankness.
After getting rid of this centaur leader who could barely be considered a threat, Loen dropped the blood-stained axe in his hand, looked around at the corpses of the centaurs, and couldn't help but sneer and shake his head.
"With just this little ability, you still want to rob the camp ahead? You are so bold, do you know that I dare not mess with those women?"
Taking a final glance at the group of four-legged animals, Loen snapped his fingers, and the divine rhythm from the Bull began to move.
The turned soil buried the corpses and blood on the ground deeper.
Their flesh and blood will become food for insects and ants and nutrients for plant growth in the coming year, which can be regarded as another form of returning to nature.
After simply cleaning up the scene, Loen dusted himself off and walked towards the camp in the valley.
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"What took you so long?"
As soon as he sat down, Artemis, with a worried look on his face, came up to him and asked the reason.
"I'm in some trouble..."
Loen did not hide anything and told the story of how he was attacked by the Centaurs.
"What a bunch of filthy beasts!"
Hearing that those four-legged guys dared to target them, the goddesses became furious and wanted to dig up the bodies and whip them again.
Artemis had a fierce look on her face and threatened that she would go to reduce the population of the Centaurs in Arcadia early tomorrow morning.
The nymphs and muses nearby also raised their hands in agreement.
Looking at the murderous goddesses around him, Loen couldn't help but mourn for the unfortunate centaurs for a few seconds.
Why don't you just rob anyone else? Why do you have to pick on these tigresses?
The original patron saint of the Centaur tribe shook his head secretly and gave up the idea of taming this coalition of beasts without hesitation.
If his Dionysian cult wants to develop and grow smoothly, it must eliminate the dross and retain the essence, and not accept all the garbage in.
So, if you can’t save me, just wait to die!
After issuing a death notice to the group of animals in his heart, Loen immediately untied the swaddling clothes from his chest.
Suddenly, a little head came out impatiently, sniffed its nose, and crawled into Artemis' arms using all four limbs, diving into the deep ravine and struggling.
The hunting goddess, who was suddenly attacked, trembled violently, and hurriedly held the baby's head, blushing and asking.
"Where did it come from?"
"Uh, I picked it up..."
Loen quickly answered, explained the whole story, and then coughed dryly to remind him.
"Look at her, is she hungry?"
"Well, it should be..."
Artemis nodded subconsciously, glanced at the little guy who left a large amount of saliva on the front of her bra with a little anger, and turned to give orders to the nymphs around her.
"Go find some breast milk for this child."
Breast milk?
For a moment, the nymphs who had sworn chastity in the hunting temple looked at each other in bewilderment.
Where is this thing nearby? They can't squeeze it out by themselves.
"It doesn't have to be a human. A female animal that's lactating will do."
As soon as Loen gave a brief reminder, the nymphs suddenly realized what was going on. They quickly divided into several teams and groped their way into the nearby mountains and forests.
In a short while, the hunting nymphs that were rampant in the mountains and forests dragged several lactating female animals and their families into the camp.
There are mother bears, goats, and wild boars...
As soon as these frightened female beasts were driven over, the little ones, smelling the scent of milk, groped their way out of Artemis' arms and crawled into the arms of one of the female beasts.
It was a lioness with golden hair, who had just experienced the pain of losing her child due to being hunted by hunters not long ago.
Not only for this reason, but also because of the presence of Artemis, the lioness behaved quite docilely. Not only did she not resist the closeness of the human cub, but she took the initiative to open her belly and began to breastfeed.
The extremely hungry baby lay on the lion mother's soft belly, picked up the pacifier and sucked the sweet juice hard.
Seeing that adorable look, the goddesses around him felt very maternal and wanted to hold him in their arms to show their affection.
However, after eating enough milk, the little guy turned his head and looked around, and finally burst into a giggle, and crawled using all four limbs into the arms of a male mother in the crowd.
Lorne smiled bitterly, opened his arms helplessly, and gently picked up the baby.
"It seems that she likes you very much."
Artemis sat down next to her lover, looking at the baby's delicate and intelligent face. She couldn't help but smile and reached out to gently wipe the milk foam from the child's mouth.
As if infected by the kindness released by the goddess, the little guy opened his bright eyes wide, babbled, stretched out his hands and held a few fingers of Artemis in his arms, and then fell asleep peacefully.
A wonderful warmth and throbbing rushed into the heart from the fingertips. The hunting goddess suddenly had an impulse and blinked her bright eyes, looking expectantly at her lover beside her.
"I like this child too. How about we... you, how about you help me adopt her?"
She is a virgin goddess who wants to remain chaste. Even if she bravely breaks free from the shackles and tastes the forbidden fruit with the one she loves, this relationship can never be exposed to the sun.
It is also difficult for me to have the opportunity to give birth to children for the person I love.
Instead of regretting in the midst of suffering, it would be better to treat this God-given child as their own and cultivate him together to become the bond of their love.
Moreover, with such a little one fostered by her lover, she would have a natural reason to visit (have a tryst) him and do some intimate actions without anyone easily suspecting anything.
Hearing the tactful tone in the words, Loen immediately understood Artemis' intention, smiled and nodded, and took the initiative to send the lucky little guy into the arms of the huntress.
"Okay, Master Artemis, then you can choose a name for her."
Artemis took the swaddling clothes, looked at the lively little face in front of her, thought about it seriously, and spoke with a smile.
"Atalanta, just call her Atalanta."
Then, the goddess kissed the baby's forehead gently, and the rhythmic divine power surged into the baby girl's body, bestowing the blessing of the hunting god from nature.
When the ceremony was over, the baby, who had calmed down a lot, fell back into his arms. Looking at the little girl who was sleeping soundly while holding his finger in the cradle, Loen felt a little amused.
Atalanta, the abandoned princess of Arcadia, was a huntress who swore to remain chaste to the goddess Artemis. She made great achievements and won many honors during the Calydonian Hunt. She also participated in the famous Argonautica Expedition and was a heroine famous for her archery and leg strength.
It is said that Achilles' father, the great hero Peleus, once competed with her in arm wrestling, but was defeated by this beautiful huntress.
It was her? This was a big win.
(End of this chapter)
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