Chapter 366: The Passionate Intercourse Between the Master and the Disciple (5k)
Meanwhile, outside the city of Thessaly.
Two figures, one chasing and one fleeing, shuttled through the dense forest at high speed. The strong wind pressure tore through the surrounding air, forming a sharp whistle.
“Stop!”
With a low roar, Hercules, who was slightly behind, seized the opportunity and used the power of rotating his waist and hips to throw the nameless axe and sword on his body.
Suddenly, the stone sword blade drew a graceful arc in the air and cut down several large trees around it in one fell swoop.
Huge trees that required several people to hug collapsed one after another, blocking the way for the fugitives in the thick smoke and dust.
"Who are you? What is your purpose in breaking into the Thessaly palace so late at night?"
Hercules asked coldly as he stepped forward and tried to pull out the nameless axe sword nailed to the ground.
However, just as he was about to touch the hilt of the sword, a sharp sound of breaking air was heard all around him.
With a strong sense of warning in his heart, Hercules instinctively stomped on the ground and used the force to pull away.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
At the same time, four bronze javelins whistled and shot into the earth and the tree stumps around Hercules.
Offset?
Looking at the unexpected trajectory of the javelin, Hercules was slightly stunned, then he sensed the ether magic power gathering wildly in the air, and his face changed slightly.
At this moment, light patterns floated on the four javelins, and silver-colored lightning shot out from them, striking Hercules in the center one after another, like a cage transformed from thunder.
Amid a strong smell of burning and a billowing heat wave, a dull roar came from the shrinking lightning cage.
The divine body bathed in lightning swung its fist and smashed the ground hard.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the earth roared, and a red and black ether torrent shot out in all directions, lifting up layer after layer of the earth and shattering every tree into dust.
The four bronze javelins that were originally nailed to the ground and tree trunks also fell to the ground with a clang with each sound, and gradually lost their luster.
In the dense smoke and dust, Hercules' shirt had been shattered, and his muscular body was as indestructible as cast iron. His red and black aura transformed into crawling snakes and pythons surrounding him, and a hint of excitement and brutality gradually emerged in his pair of blood-red pupils.
Not bad, worth my best effort!
Hercules secretly made a fair assessment of the opponent he met this time, stepped barefoot across the charred and hot ground, and stepped forward to grab his nameless axe and sword.
However, just after taking two steps, something cold metal touched his cheek, and a warm liquid instantly flowed out of the wound.
Hercules stretched out his hand and stared at the golden-red bloodstain on his palm, his pupils shrinking involuntarily.
There was something in the air, and it could penetrate his defenses!
Then he stopped and looked around, and only then did he see transparent silver chains in the invisible air through the moonlight.
I don't know when these things appeared nearby. They have conical blades at the end and they move along the tree trunks and the ground like poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues.
Just now, this thing bit him.
However, after locking onto the weapon in front of him, Hercules not only did not get angry, but a hearty smile appeared on his rough face.
"Teacher, why are you here?"
Under the moonlight, the fugitive in a black cloak walked out from behind a tree, pulled down his hood, revealing his purple hair and his handsome and calm face.
The person who came was none other than Perseus, the incarnation of Perseus, the great hero who raised and taught Hercules.
"Your reaction and alertness have decreased significantly."
Perseus looked at his student and answered the question irrelevantly.
"There have been too many people looking for me to drink recently, and I've been too busy dealing with them, so I've indeed neglected my training." Hercules admitted frankly, scratching his head helplessly.
Perseus nodded, not commenting on this reason, but said calmly: "You have stayed in Thessaly long enough, come back with me."
In response, Hercules shook his head and refused: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I can't go with you, because I have promised Admetus that I will guard Thessaly with him. If the city survives, the people will live, and if the city is destroyed, the people will die!"
"Do you think I'm discussing this with you?" Perseus asked, his golden eyes looking at his beloved disciple. "The Father already knows about your disobedience, and he asked me to take you back..."
Perseus slightly hooked his fingers, and the silver chains wrapped around him tightened a few centimeters inward.
Faced with persecution, Hercules was somewhat indignant. He raised his hand and pointed at the sparse lights and faint cries in the city of Thessaly, and asked a soul-piercing question: "Teacher, look at the people here. They believe in the Father devoutly and pray for our help. As heroes, shouldn't we do something?"
"Hercules, all men are mortal..."
"So, they should be used as sacrifices in the Father's fight for theocracy?" Hercules asked in a venting manner, obviously having suppressed this dissatisfaction in his heart for a long time.
Then, he looked seriously at the teacher who had shaped him, and responded solemnly: "It is true that mortals have a limited lifespan and are weak, but they can die in battle or die of illness, but they should never be deliberately abandoned and then wasted meaninglessly in this war! This is unfair!"
Perseus was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "It's no use telling me this, this is the Father's will. If you want to stay, you need to convince him."
When Hercules heard this, he thought of Zeus' attitude and felt discouraged for a moment. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "What if I must stay in Thessaly?"
"You are still so stubborn..." Perseus sighed softly, and his slightly raised right hand suddenly clenched.
In an instant, several chains, like giant silver dragons, carrying fierce lightning, came towards Hercules who was trapped in the center to strangle him.
Hercules immediately mobilized his divine power, bent his fingers and beckoned forward, and the nameless axe sword stuck in the ground also flew into the hands of its owner with a buzzing sound under the guidance of the divine power.
As the weapon returned, his aura suddenly became sharp and violent, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Nine slashing blows formed by the red and black divine power crashed into the surrounding silver chains, shattering the floating divine patterns and lightning on them in one fell swoop, and rushed straight towards Perseus in front.
Facing his former teacher, Hercules used all his strength.
As the dignified Perseus, who is deeply favored by his father Zeus, he naturally knows that his guide is no ordinary person. If he wants to defeat him and stick to his position, he must go all out.
"when!!!"
A sharp metallic explosion sounded in front of him, and Hercules stumbled back, a trickle of golden-red divine blood seeping out from his broken tiger's mouth.
What is that?
Hercules' heart sank when he saw the golden shield that Perseus held in front of him in the smoke and dust.
"Aegis Shield? The Father God gave this to you!"
"It's just a one-time consumable that you can inject power into. I only have three of them."
Perseus explained frankly, and at the same time used his divine power to control the chains to surround Hercules again.
Hercules did not hesitate. He stirred up the divine power in his blood, tore open the chains with his nameless axe and sword, and attacked his teacher Perseus again.
Seeing this, Perseus slowly took out a bullet engraved with spells and crushed it.
Suddenly, golden lightning gushed out from his palm and condensed into a familiar golden shield, easily blocking the axe and sword that Hercules smashed down.
The strong recoil even caused a trace of blood to flow from the corner of Hercules' mouth.
The last battle in front of Admetus's tomb was a thrilling one, but he himself had also suffered serious damage. Most of his talents of [Twelve Glories] were in a cooling-down period, and even his divine power was less than 70% of its peak period.
Facing a teacher who possessed a set of magical tools and was at the peak of his powers, he inevitably felt a little overwhelmed.
"If this is all you are capable of, then wait for me to catch you and bring you back to ask for your punishment."
Feeling the weak vibration on the shield, Perseus frowned and spoke, and several sharp cones connected by chains whizzed towards Hercules' arms, ankles and vest.
Sensing the sound of wind coming from behind, Hercules immediately twisted his body and swung the nameless axe in his hand to create an impenetrable sword net, chopping off the cone heads one by one.
Seeing that Hercules had his back to him, Perseus seized the opportunity, pushed off the ground with his feet, and flew into the air. Then he swooped down from the sky like an agile eagle. A purple-red sickle appeared in his palm and chopped towards Hercules' right arm.
The artifact Hepal, as a weapon itself, is not very good in hardness and sharpness, but it has the ability known as "cutting the undead", which is a divine power that can invalidate the talents of undead life. If used properly, it can even pose a threat to gods and the main gods.
At the end of the sickle, hundreds of silver light threads were faintly differentiated and connected to the chains scattered in the dense forest. The two were obviously an integral part of each other.
This divine tool originally belonged to Hermes, the god of speed. When he forged Herpal, he infused it with the properties of [wind] and [snake], making it most suitable for use in narrow and rugged jungles.
It was for this reason that Perseus had led his student to this dense forest on purpose and had chosen to stop and speak frankly.
After all, he also knew how powerful his student was once he got serious.
Seeing the divine weapon Hepar slashing towards him in mid-air, Hercules felt a hidden threat and immediately pulled back. The nameless axe in his hand was transformed into a pitch-black longbow by the transformation of divine power, and several bronze arrows shot out.
As a burst of light floated, the flying arrows turned into strange bronze birds and swooped down towards Perseus in mid-air.
Perseus' mind moved, and the last golden bullet exploded in front of him. The power from the Aegis Shield began to rhythmically move, shaking the swooping bronze birds into dissipated ether factors.
At the same time, Hepar's sharp blade, under the cover of the light of the Aegis, was approaching Hercules' arm.
However, Hercules remained fearless in the face of the crisis. He decisively dropped the black longbow in his hand and punched Perseus in the chest.
Perseus' three disposable consumables have been used up, and he is confident that he can subdue the teacher with this one strike.
But as soon as he raised his leg, Hercules' feet suddenly slipped and he staggered and fell to the ground.
"My divine tool isn't that useful."
Hearing the low whisper in his ear, Hercules looked at the winged flying shoes under his feet that originally belonged to his teacher Perseus. They were slightly flashing with light patterns, forming some kind of confinement and resistance.
You actually have a trick up your sleeve, teacher...
Hercules' heart sank, and just as he was trying to break free from the restraints on his feet, the other invisible cloak belonging to Perseus began to cause trouble, entangling his limbs like a snake.
At this moment, the sharp blade of the artifact Herpal was already in front of him. Hercules had no time to think. The divine power in his body gushed out like a landslide and tsunami, shattering the two artifacts. At the same time, he grabbed the sharp blade with one hand and punched forward with the other, trying to exchange his life for his injury and force his teacher Perseus to retreat.
However, the feeling of emptiness in his palms and fists made Hercules' face change drastically.
--phantom?
At the same time, the cold and sharp blade of the sickle pressed against his vest.
The figure behind him only exerted a little force, and the blade cut through Hercules' skin, which was as hard as steel, causing a slight stinging pain.
"You lose, Hercules..."
With this low declaration, Perseus looked at his beloved disciple who had performed poorly and shook his head in dissatisfaction.
Those who are good at swimming often drown in the water, and those who are good at fighting often die in the battle. The better you are at something, the more likely you are to be blinded by these strengths, make misjudgments, and fail.
Hercules relied too much on his own military strength and always thought that outsiders would fight him openly.
Little do people know that in the ever-changing battlefield, the mind is also a weapon.
"Teacher, maybe not? I suggest you look behind you." A deep voice responded, and Perseus subconsciously glanced to the side, and saw three huge dog heads sticking out from a gray-black magic array, and several rows of white canine teeth almost poked his head.
Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell? Hercules had tamed it?
Looking at the three dog heads that were aiming at his head and two arms with ill intentions, Perseus shook his head and reached out to take back the artifact Hepar.
"It looks like I lost."
"It's just a draw."
Hercules turned his head and spoke sincerely.
"If I lose, I lose. Don't make excuses for me." Perseus waved his hand and said calmly, "I took advantage of you when you were not fully recovered. I had the upper hand. In the end, I used all my tricks but still failed to defeat you. This proves that you have surpassed me. From now on, I have nothing to teach you, whether in martial arts or character."
"You will always be my teacher!" Hercules answered seriously with a solemn expression.
Hearing the genuine emotion in those words, Perseus' tense expression revealed a relieved smile.
"Okay, go do what you want to do."
"And you?"
"Of course I went back to report."
"But, what if Father God blames me..."
"I have done everything I should have done, but you have surpassed me, so it is understandable that I failed." Perseus paused and smiled to comfort him, "I don't think the Father will punish me for this."
Hearing the teacher's answer, Hercules gritted his teeth and suggested in a deep voice.
"Why don't you stay with me in Thessaly and resist the invasion of the giants together? After this battle, I will personally apologize to the Father!"
As he remembered, his teacher was a very emotional person, and would even feel sad when ordinary people, who had nothing to do with him, got hurt or died.
It was because of his influence that Hercules did not feel that there was any difference between gods and humans, and he was always committed to clearing away disasters for the weak.
Perseus shook his head and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but I am different from you..."
Then, Perseus raised his hand and patted his student's thick shoulder, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he lowered his voice to warn.
"Remember, never die on the battlefield, and never achieve godhood with your soul..."
After saying this, Perseus disappeared into the morning mist.
Hercules, who was left alone, frowned deeply and muttered to himself.
"Different? How can the teacher and I be different?"
"The difference is that you have a choice, but he doesn't..."
A low voice came from the mist. Hercules followed the line of sight of the three-headed dog of hell beside him and looked at the figure who walked out from behind the tree. He couldn't help but frown and ask.
"Why?"
"Because he was granted the title of God after his death, and accomplished his divine work with his soul. There are many things he cannot control."
Loen answered leisurely, raised his hand to hold up a ray of starlight in the mist, and murmured meaningfully.
"The stars that illuminate the darkness are ultimately just decorations that adorn the sky. Life and death, brightness and extinction are all in the mind of the sky."
Hearing this, Hercules suddenly became nervous, "Will there be any trouble if the teacher goes back like this?"
"It will be troublesome for sure, but it shouldn't be a big problem." Loen patted Hercules on the shoulder and comforted him in a deep voice, "After all, he has done everything he should do. He really can't take you back. His Majesty the God King shouldn't do anything to him..."
Hercules felt slightly relieved after hearing Ron's analysis.
Seeing that Hercules' emotions had stabilized, Loen glanced at the direction where a handsome purple-haired guy left and spoke in a deep voice.
"Okay, come back to the palace with me. I just happen to have something I need to discuss with you and Admetus."
The divine weapon that cuts the immortal, the feather boots that walk in the air, the disposable Aegis shield, and the teacher that Hercules always calls...
With so many clues combined together, the identity of the visitor has become clear.
——Perseus!
Since he found Thessaly, it proved that Hercules' betrayal could no longer be hidden from Zeus.
To be on the safe side, it is better to prepare for the upcoming battle with the giants as soon as possible.
"Okay! I'll take you there right away!"
Upon hearing the serious business, Hercules immediately put aside all distractions, turned around and strode towards the palace.
Seeing that the hellhound Cerberus didn't seem to want to go back to the underworld, Loen chuckled, stretched out his hand to bless the dog that was circling around him with the cognitive distortion of divine memory, and took this top monster into the city in a swagger.
(End of this chapter)
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