Chapter 177 The Birth of the Minotaur God (Bounty begins, first update requesting votes)
A few days later, on a lush island.
The bright sunshine shines on the beach, emitting warm air; the moist sea breeze blows through the woods, bringing fresh air.
A figure under the shade of a tree yawned as if waking up from a dream, stretched his limbs lazily, then changed his posture, ready to continue enjoying the wonderful time on the sunny beach.
However, the softness and delicacy he felt made him shudder and he opened his eyes subconsciously.
Suddenly, a "matt" with blonde appearance, uneven shape, and good sleep quality came into view.
Loen's expression froze slightly. After trying hard to recall for a while, he still had no impression of it. He could only look at the blonde goddess under him with a little embarrassment.
"that……"
"Thetis, I was the one who rescued you to shore."
The blonde goddess seemed to know what the other party wanted to ask, and answered calmly, but the voice exuded a mysterious resentment.
"So, can you get up now?"
"Oh, sorry."
Hearing the other party's faint reminder, Loen came back to his senses, and quickly climbed up from the other party with a dry laugh, secretly looking at the goddess of the sea.
Thetis? So this is what she really is?
She is unexpectedly beautiful, no wonder that old pervert Zeus is eyeing her.
The man under the shade of the tree was admiring the stunning beauty of the sea goddess in front of him, feeling a subtle emotion in his heart.
It's really an unavoidable fate...
In fact, there is a second half of the long heroic epic "Iliad" about the confrontation between Lykurgos, the king of Thrace, and Dionysus, the god of wine.
"Because he fought against the gods,
Dionysus's nurse drove down from sacred Mount Nyssa,
They were goaded to death by Lycurgus the murderer,
He fled into the waves, and Thetis
Even when he held it in his arms, he still trembled at the roar of mortals. "
Simply put, when he was young, Dionysus turned into a bull and escaped under the intimidation of Lycurgus. He was driven into the sea and survived because of the protection of the sea goddess Thetis.
Although, he was not the young Dionysus in the original history, and Lycurgos was not simply the King of Thrace.
But after being injured and falling into the sea, he encountered this incident with Thetis and still could not escape the trajectory of fate.
Just as Luo En was thinking, his "lifesaver" bit his cherry lips and couldn't help but asked coldly: "Have you seen enough?"
Realizing that this gaze seemed a little rude, Loen quickly withdrew his gaze and took a few steps back, trying to show that he had no intention of offending anyone.
"stop!"
However, when Thetis saw this, she immediately stopped the retreating figure, feeling angry and anxious.
"Help me up!"
"ah?"
Hearing this strange request and looking at the sea goddess lying motionless on the beach, Loen was a little confused and asked subconsciously.
"What's wrong with you?"
"It's all your fault!"
Thetis complained angrily, saying that she had rescued someone with good intentions, but was squeezed to death by a humanoid juicer.
After listening to the victim's resentful narration, Lorne suddenly felt ashamed.
Without thinking too much, he understood what was going on.
It was simply because he was too badly injured to resist the will of death contained in the divine spear, so his body's self-protection mechanism was activated. He took the approaching Thetis as a blood bag and forcibly plundered the ocean divinity in the other's body in order to gradually eliminate the remaining power in his body.
No wonder I felt refreshed after waking up. I was able to recover so quickly even though I was seriously injured.
After all this time, this sea goddess was not only used as a meat cushion, but also had to serve as his blood bag for several days.
Seeing the culprit still standing there stupidly, Thetis became even more furious.
"Why don't you come soon?"
Hearing the resentful call, Loen came to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and quickly helped the sea goddess who had done him a favor, up from the beach.
After several days and nights of oppression, Thetis was obviously exhausted. Even after being helped up, her whole body seemed to have no bones. She collapsed limply on Lorne, unable to even walk.
"How about I carry you?"
Seeing this, Loen took the initiative to offer suggestions.
After the other party nodded sullenly, he carefully carried the sea goddess on his back and, according to the other party's instructions, brought her to the bedroom built on the island and placed her on the soft bed made of a giant clam.
"You rest first. I'll set up some magic circles nearby to help you recover as quickly as possible. If you need anything, feel free to call me."
As he said this, Loen left Thetis's bedroom, cut his finger, used the divine blood as ink, and devoted himself to drawing runes.
Looking at the busy figures outside the hall, the sea goddess lying in the clam shell finally let down her guard as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Her tense body gradually relaxed, and her barely-must-been spirit sank into a deep sleep.
After being tormented for several days and nights, she was too tired.
You believe me so quickly?
Seeing the defenseless Sleeping Beauty in the clam shell, Loen shook his head in a helpless manner, patiently completed the final stroke of the magic circle, and activated it.
Suddenly, several intersecting light patterns rose from the ground and turned into a closed ring, completely protecting Thetis and her bedroom.
As the talisman flickered and rhythmically moved, the magical factors from all around continuously gathered towards the center.
After doing all this, Loen clapped his hands in satisfaction, turned around and came to a deep pool, sank his mind into the ocean of consciousness, and began to carefully check his own condition.
I have to say, with the nourishment of Thetis, the blood-replenishing package, he recovered well and his injuries were healed.
Moreover, the natal grape vine in the golden roulette wheel has also grown further. The green and red vines extend into the fifth space in the golden roulette wheel. The ripe grapes on the branches drip purple-red divine liquid, gathering into a divine phantom holding a spear, with a brutal and crazy aura.
——The fifth incarnation, warrior!
Loen looked at the twelve-sided dice on the bronze altar, five of which had been lit up. He opened his eyes and clenched his fists excitedly.
Obviously, after he fought with Ares and completely killed the opponent's incarnation, the vines that drank a lot of war blood and devoured the remaining power of the divine heart successfully catalyzed the fifth incarnation for him.
My great-grandfather was really generous. Not only did he travel thousands of miles to help him save his people and condense his fifth incarnation, but when he knew that he didn't have a suitable weapon for the time being, he also specially gave him rare equipment.
While joking, Loen opened the magic array diagram, took out the sealed divine spear, held it in his hand and examined it carefully.
Legend has it that one of the three supreme gods of Rome, the god of war Mars, once gave his son Romulus a "Spear of Nation-building" made of a branch of the World Tree, so that he could establish the Roman Empire on the Seven Hills.
According to the origins of Greek and Roman mythology, if I am not mistaken, this is the [Gun of Nation Building] of the future.
Good stuff!
Loen sighed, and lovingly stroked the artifact that had caused him so much trouble before.
However, as they came into contact with each other, blood-colored light patterns floated on the spears, and bursts of violent buzzing sounds broke out, as if trying to break free from the restraints and return to the side of the old master.
Oh, you want to run?
A certain Minotaur God with great experience sneered disdainfully, and the fifth incarnation immediately condensed behind him.
Suddenly, the warrior bathed in blood roared, stretched out his hand to grab the restless and struggling spear, and madly infused the domineering and pure divinity of war into the interior of the artifact, burning away the original mark and marking it with a new ownership.
After a moment, the [Gun of Nation-building] that had changed its owner stopped being restless, became completely obedient, and made a docile tremor in Loen's hand.
However, before the Minotaur God who had succeeded once again could be happy, a scarlet light of blood tore through the clouds and fell on the island of Cyprus like a red comet.
Amid the violent explosion, a burly and ferocious figure crossed the burning flames, stepped out of the deep pit, and let out an angry roar.
"My spear! Who? Who did it? I'm going to kill him!"
Well, the victim is chasing us.
On the nameless island, Loen casually stuffed the spear into the magic circle, looked up at the island of Cyprus, and the scarlet blood light that dyed half of the sky, with a hint of ill intention in his eyes.
It just so happens that the next play still needs your cooperation, great-grandfather...
(End of this chapter)
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