Chapter 211 I got up and defeated him in one move. What else is there to say?
Above the Field of Truth, Loen and the other two were moving quickly through the weeds, trying to escape the pursuit of Hypnos, the god of sleep.
The endless grass under my feet swayed in the dim light. There was no sun here, it was always like dusk or night, and there were no lights. The small white flowers sensed the visitors passing by and danced in the wind, appearing and disappearing like ghosts, emitting a faint light.
This is the daffodil from the underworld, which is different from the species in the mortal world. Because it blooms in the [Garden of Truth], this place is also called the [Daffodil Plain].
All mediocre people who have neither done great deeds nor committed evil deeds will remain in the Daffodil Plains. Their souls will be exiled to this place, and before that they must drink the water of the Let River to forget everything in their lives.
As the white daffodils glowed slightly, Loen and the other two saw dazed ghosts wandering around on the plain full of daffodils from the underworld.
Because of the water of the Let River, they have no memories, no future, no emotions, and no purpose. They only come to the river when they are hungry and eat the flowers growing on the river bank.
It is a kind of underworld plant called "Golden Spike Flower". These flowers often grow not far from the riverside. They can provide the dead with the air of death and eliminate the hunger in their souls.
Of course, in addition to golden spike flowers, there is another kind of food that can fill the stomachs of these dazed undead.
——The blood and life of living things!
"Opposite, it smells so good..."
"tasty!"
"Alive, eat!"
Countless hungry and crazy whispers came from all directions. Pairs of empty eyes stared straight at the three people walking through the flowers. Their throats moved unconsciously, and they subconsciously raised their sharp hands and ran towards the freshness from the human world.
Looking at the thousands of undead souls that had regained their vitality in an instant and were rushing towards this side frantically, Loen couldn't help but think of the army of students who rushed to the cafeteria after hearing the bell for the end of get out of class.
"run!"
Without saying a word, Sisyphus used his talent as the "Wind Rider" as usual, pushed the blood of the God of Wind in his body to the limit, and ran away first.
Anyway, the two teammates behind are more outrageous than the other in terms of strength and background.
You don't have to worry about their safety and speed.
Instead of thinking about them, you might as well worry about yourself in advance.
Sure enough, after Sisyphus ran a few steps, he felt a gust of wind blowing past him, easily leaving him behind.
What was even more infuriating was that a large group of crazy undead were actually chasing him straight ahead, and even his emergency lane change was useless.
Sisyphus, who was chased like a rabbit and running around everywhere, couldn't help but feel a little broken when he saw this situation.
"Why are they only chasing me and not you?"
"Oh, I just cast a suppression spell to seal the breath of life from our flesh and souls."
Loen, who used the speed of [Goat] to pull Thetis steadily ahead, turned around when he heard the voice and answered casually.
Looking at the couple rushing in front, Sisyphus' eyes were filled with grief and anger.
"And me?"
"Who told you to run so fast? You're always the first one to run away!"
“…”
Under Loen's contemptuous gaze, the guilty swindler was speechless.
However, as he was distracted, an undead spirit rushed out from the side of the bush, opened its drooling mouth, and bit the plumpest, most elastic piece of soft meat in front of it.
"Ouch! My butt!"
The fleeing Son of the God of Wind let out a shrill scream, kicked up his feet, angrily kicked away the rude undead spirit that was hanging on his butt and biting him, then moved forward with a sad face and begged.
"Where's the Suppressing Charm? Put it on me, buddy!"
"What's the benefit?"
"When I return to Corinth, Dionysus himself will give me plenty of ambrosia and mead!" Sisyphus promised solemnly.
"Hmm..." Lorne smiled and nodded, making a meaningful nasal sound, and the speed of sketching the Hermes script with his hands slowed down a bit.
This liar has never changed his bad habits and he really deserves to be punished.
"Hiss~ah~! Stop biting! You bastards, stop biting me!"
Due to the deliberate slowdown of a certain sinister god, Sisyphus was pounced upon by several undead spirits, and wounds appeared on his arms, buttocks, and even thighs.
Finally, after a painful experience that felt like an eternity, the suppression spell in Loen's hand was finally completed, and he successfully rescued Sisyphus from the siege of the undead.
"Brother..."
Sisyphus, who survived the disaster, was like a little girl who had been raped by thousands of big men. He stood up shakily from the grass and was moved to tears by his good comrade who took the initiative to offer a helping hand.
He swore that he would never run away first next time. It seemed that staying with this guy was the safest thing.
Just as Sisyphus made up his mind and walked towards Lorne, he saw the other party's face change slightly, and he suddenly grabbed Thetis beside him and retreated to the side.
“Whoosh!”
At the same time, a black butterfly with a hideous face flapped its wings and flew over, hitting Sisyphus directly on the head.
Damn...
Sisyphus' eyes went dark, and before he could utter a curse in anger, his consciousness fell into endless chaos.
Looking at his poor teammate falling down with a look of pain on his face, Loen turned back indignantly.
"How can you, the God of Sleep, sneak attack me like this? That's not a martial ethics!"
However, as his eyes fell behind him, he suddenly realized that the person who came here was not Hypnos, the god of sleep.
A humanoid monster wearing black armor, with black wings on its back and beast teeth and claws, spoke in a muffled voice.
"Not bad, you actually managed to dodge the attack just now. It seems that you are the one that Father God wants us to focus on searching for!"
God the Father? He is the son of Hypnos?
Luo En was slightly stunned when he heard this.
At this moment, the tall and ferocious humanoid monster licked its lizard-like slender and scarlet tongue, and a hint of excitement flashed in its snake-like vertical eyes.
"Even Father God is full of praise for you. It's just right. Let me test your ability!"
In an instant, the humanoid monster vibrated its jet-black wings, and countless dark phosphorescent lights sprinkled down. The surrounding space and his body twisted and stretched together, turning into a giant dragon that was a hundred meters long, roaring into the sky.
"roar!"
A high-pitched and majestic voice spread in all directions, and one pure black butterfly after another emerged from the phosphorescence. They then transformed into thousands of two-legged flying dragons, gathering in the sky and surrounding the vicinity.
"It's Oniri..."
Thetis's low voice came from the side, followed by a few concise introductions from the sea goddess, which made Loen understand where the opponent in front of him came from.
The Oneri, also known as Oneilos, are a tribe of dreaming gods in Greek mythology. They are the sons of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and the embodiment of all dreams. Legend has it that there are three thousand of them.
Usually, the Somnambulists have black wings on their shoulders and live in the dreamland on the edge of the underworld. They are under the jurisdiction of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and are responsible for creating dreams for all creatures in the world.
The three thousand dream gods can be divided into three categories according to their different functions, and the three most outstanding sons of Hypnos are their managers.
First, Morpheus, also known as "Shaper", is an anthropomorphic dream god who is good at transforming into human images and is the leader of the three thousand dream gods;
The second is Phantasus, also known as the "Illusionist", the god of dreams, who is good at transforming into the images of earth, stone, water and wood;
Third, Phoebetor, also known as "The Terrible", is a zoomorphic dream god who is good at transforming into the images of birds and beasts. Therefore, the gods also call him Ikerus, which means "image-like".
Obviously, the Dream God who turned into a giant dragon and blocked their way was the "Terrible" Phoebustor and the group of beast-like Dream Gods under his command.
"Didn't we agree on a one-on-one duel? Why did you bring in the miscellaneous soldiers to clear the map?"
Loen couldn't help but curse Hypnos for his unsportsmanlike behavior.
Miscellaneous soldiers? Are you talking about us?
Damn guy!
Upon hearing this, Phoebetor, who had transformed into a giant dragon in front, felt strongly insulted. He immediately ignored the order from his father god Hypnos that he should not act rashly after discovering the target. He flapped his wings forward in anger and spewed out the raging fire of hell from his mouth.
At the same time, a group of two-legged flying dragons transformed from the Dreaming Gods in the sky swooped down and began to besiege the three serious criminals from the underworld.
Looking at the aggressive group of dragons, Loen snorted coldly. The golden halo behind him pointed to the fifth grid. The golden-red blood flame shot up into the sky. The Spear of Nation-Building in his hand was thrown forward, tearing through the rolling dragon flames and piercing through the sky at lightning speed.
"puff!"
“Ouch!”
With the dull sound of a sharp blade entering flesh and screams of pain, the pitch-black dragon, dragging half of its broken wings, plummeted like a crashed fighter plane, and plunged into the dark soil of the underworld, creating a hundred-meter-deep pit.
"hateful!"
The embarrassed Phoebetor had just regained his human form and climbed out of the deep pit cursing, when a figure as fast as lightning rushed in front of him and kicked him into the soil at the edge of the deep pit.
Under the strong shock, the dream god Fubertor was hit hard again. Several ribs were broken, and a mouthful of purple-black blood spurted out of his throat. He was in a state of depression.
Loen pulled out the Fobertor ear that was embedded in the soil with his bare hands, held it in his hand, and sneered disdainfully.
"What? You still don't accept that I'm just a random soldier? If you want to arrest me, at least let Hypnos do it himself. You're not qualified!"
After all, he had fleeced half of the main gods of Olympus, and with the gods-killing attribute of the Spear of Nation-Building, ordinary gods would basically be killed instantly when facing him.
Fubertor's cheeks turned red with anger. He wanted to refute, but he was helpless in the face of indisputable facts, so he could only vent his anger on his subordinates beside him.
"What are you waiting for? A bunch of useless people!"
Upon hearing this, thousands of wyverns flapped their wings and landed on the ground, transforming into lions, cheetahs, magic pigs, giant snakes and other strange beasts, and swarmed directly towards Thetis and Sisyphus on the other side.
They are not stupid. Even their boss was killed in one round by someone. If they go to attack him in a group now, it would be just giving away their heads.
When it comes to persimmons, of course you have to pick the soft ones.
Seeing that Thetis, who was guarding Sisyphus, was in danger facing the intensified attack of the beasts, Loen's face turned cold. He unceremoniously twisted Phoebetor's other arm that could still move and shouted at him.
"Behave yourself!"
Hearing the crisp sound of broken bones and the painful groan of the boss behind them, the beastly Dreaming Gods stopped their attacks one after another.
Then, Lorne pinched the broken bone in Fobertor's arm, looked at the face that was distorted with pain, and gave kind advice.
"And you, why are you trying so hard? We have no grudges against each other. Be obedient. If you don't want to suffer, just undo the curse you cast on me in the dream. We won't interfere with each other."
"I agree! I agree!"
Under the tyranny of a certain man, Phoebe, who was almost fainting from the pain, could only nod in humiliation and quickly threw a drop of blood at the center of Sisyphus's eyebrows. A black gas mixed with screams and cries then dissipated.
“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”
Seeing that the other party was so tactful, Loen showed a gratified smile, then threw Phoebetor backwards with force, and decisively pulled up Thetis and Sisyphus, unleashing the speed of [Goat] to rush out of the range of the beast tide.
As we all know, Greek gods have never followed the rules and are all petty.
It is basically impossible to expect them to swallow their anger after suffering a loss.
"The people are here! Catch them!"
Sure enough, after Loen ran a few steps, he heard Phoebustor's angry roar behind him.
However, this time, he was obviously much smarter. He knew to call on the other brothers of the God of Dreams and his father Hypnos to join together and take action together.
(End of this chapter)
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