Chapter 367 Strange XP Awakens
On the way to the palace of Thessaly, Cerberus, who rarely had to guard the gate of the underworld, gradually revealed his cheerful nature.
"Woof! Woof!"
The three-headed hellhound disguised as a large hunting dog roared excitedly as soon as it entered the city. It ran around the streets with its breeder and brother-in-law, sometimes standing in front of the meat stalls and wagging its tail to ask for a few bones, sometimes chasing the chickens and ducks raised by the Thessalians and making them scream and fly around, and sometimes fighting with the canines in the city to compete for territory and mating rights...
In just half an hour, Loen compensated for the losses of more than a dozen property owners, and his face gradually turned so dark that ink seemed to drip out.
"Bang!"
Finally, the breeder, who could no longer bear it, raised his hands and slapped the three dogs' heads running around, causing them to have slight concussions. Then he pried open their mouths and poured a jar of highly concentrated ambrosia into each of their mouths. Only then did Cerberus, who had great potential to be a Husky, calm down completely and lie on the ground and fall asleep.
Then, Lorne threw the leash to the tortured Hercules who followed behind him.
"Help me send this guy to Katniss's house. I'll go first and we'll meet at the palace."
Although he could deliver the dog himself, if he wanted to clear himself of the affair between him and Hera tonight, he would need a witness to indicate that he was not there, right?
In response to this, Hercules, who had no idea that he had become a perjurer, readily accepted the task. With his excellent strength, he grabbed Cerberus's neck, carried this greedy, playful and hellhound on his shoulders, and strode towards Katniss's yard.
After walking the dog, Loen walked leisurely into the Thessaly Palace and arrived at the door of King Admetus's bedroom with ease.
Just as he was about to go forward and knock on the door, a familiar voice came from inside the house.
"Telamon, what do you think of the earthly shepherd of Mount Ares?"
Inside the house, King Admetus, half lying on his bed, was looking through some documents and records that had accumulated in recent days, and seemed to be casually asking his friends before getting up.
"It's hard to imagine that Hestia's kindness, Athena's wisdom, Hermes' cunning, and Zeus's bravery and love can all appear in one main god. If there is any other main god in the world besides the Father God who can save Thessaly at this time and lead us to win the war against the giants, I'm afraid it can only be him..."
Telamon expressed his opinion with emotion, and between the lines he seemed to have a high opinion of the new main god.
"Even if he is the god of wine who killed your brother?"
Admetus put down the document in his hand that recorded the entire process of the banquet and looked at his friend dimly.
“Peleus?” Telamon was silent for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh. “The one that the Father God really wants to protect, no one else can kill; the one that he really wants to kill, no one else can protect either…”
Using Peleus to force the sea nymph Thetis to submit was mainly to force the sea god Poseidon to take action and take the opportunity to strike a blow to the power of the sea gods.
According to the cautious and suspicious character of the Father God, he was probably observing the development of the situation in secret.
The Father God could not have been unaware that Peleus was in danger.
But he had no intention of intervening, and watched the three hundred-armed giants kill his grandson Peleus casually - just like seeing a mortal slap a fly buzzing around him to death.
Obviously, the father god was not incapable of saving Peleus, but he had no intention of doing so.
This was because he lacked a reason to make a big deal out of this and hold Poseidon Temple accountable.
And Peleus is this "reason".
Thinking of this, Telamon's plain face revealed a bitter smile, and deep helplessness appeared in his eyes: "I have long advised him not to get too close to the Father God, and not to easily accept the gods' gifts for no reason, thinking that he can reach the sky in one step. Because a chess piece that cannot see its own identity is likely to become a discarded piece..."
"Like, us?"
Admetus raised his finger and pointed at himself and his friends, smiling self-deprecatingly.
Telamon was slightly stunned, then he started laughing.
"You are right. We are really ignorant. The Father God has clearly promised that if we give up Thessaly, he will grant us the title of God and let us gain eternal life after death."
"So, you refused too?"
"Besides, Peleus' bones are still floating on the Oceanus Sea. Even if the Father God is willing to give them to me, can I believe it?"
Admetus looked at his good friend seriously and said, "So, what about revenge?"
"Who are you looking for? The god of wine? The three hundred-armed giants? Or the one from Olympus?"
Telamon asked back with a sneer, then paused and spoke helplessly.
"I am no match for any of these people. You can't let me die for the path that Peleus has chosen, right? Besides, it's still unclear whether Thessaly and I can withstand this disaster. Instead of thinking about those things, we might as well worry more about ourselves. After all, compared with Peleus, we seem to be more pitiful."
Hearing his friend's frank self-mockery, Admetus breathed a sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"I'm glad you think so."
"I understand what you mean, and please rest assured that I will never be angry with the god of wine out of personal grudges, or wait for an opportunity to take revenge."
Telamon solemnly assured his monarch, his eyes revealing the wisdom he had gained from struggling in the world.
"After all, whether we can survive this time depends entirely on that earthly shepherd..."
At this moment, Lorne, who was standing outside the door, nodded with satisfaction.
This kid is not stupid, no wonder he was able to survive the mad Hercules.
Apart from anything else, this kind of character that knows one's own strengths and weaknesses, what to do and what not to do, makes one far superior to a large group of heroes.
"Lord Luo En, why haven't you gone in yet?"
Just as Loen was thinking, a loud shout revealed his whereabouts.
Hercules hurried in from outside the palace, ran to the front of the bedroom, pushed open the door carelessly, and invited Loen to come in.
For a moment, Loen and the two people in the room looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became subtle.
Whether it is talking about gods behind their backs or eavesdropping on conversations outside the door, it seems that these are not honorable behaviors.
In particular, the topic they were discussing was whether or not to take revenge on a main god...
Thinking of this, Admetus and Telamon couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in their hearts and sweat broke out on their foreheads.
"Ahem." Lorne coughed lightly and took the initiative to speak, "Telamon, I heard that you had a son not long ago. I was in a hurry last time and didn't prepare any gifts for you. I will make it up to him this time."
As he spoke, he walked into the bedroom, took out a bronze pendant engraved with the emblem of the Gorgon, and handed it to Telamon.
"Thank you very much for your concern." Telamon thanked him repeatedly, looking flattered.
Lorne patted the sturdy man on the shoulder and explained with a smile: "This is a talisman. It may be able to protect your Ajax at a critical moment."
In the original destiny, Ajax the Great, son of Telamon, would commit suicide out of shame because of Athena's curse.
Since Telamon was so sensible, Loen did not intend to be stingy and chose to give him this amulet so that Athena would show leniency to Ajax the Great in the future for his sake.
After hearing the words of the Lord God, Telamon finally felt relieved and solemnly put away the gift.
Lord Dionysus was indeed as kind and gentle as the legend said. Not only did he not take to heart what he and Admetus said behind their backs, he also gave his son a life-saving gift.
Looking at the god of wine, Loen, who was nodding at him with a smile, Telamon felt a warm current in his heart. He hurriedly and diligently brought chairs and ordered the servants to add wine and food, leaving a quiet space for conversation for the three of them.
sensible!
Watching Telamon retreat to the door and guard it for them, Loen was quite satisfied with his performance. He then calmed down and explained his purpose to Admetus in a deep voice.
"In the last battle of Thessaly, we had already gained the upper hand, but those God-blood heroes ignored orders and plunged into the trap set by the giants, nearly leading to the annihilation of the entire army. The next war will only become more and more brutal. There can be no room for mistakes at the critical moment. If we want to win this battle, such things must be stopped!"
"But they are all descendants of gods, and their personalities are naturally like this. They may not be willing to listen to advice." Admetus looked embarrassed.
In fact, there was another question he was too embarrassed to ask.
Those divine blood heroes are all here to support the friendly forces of Thessaly. As the king, he can only rely on this group of divine blood heroes to bear the pressure for him now, so he has no right to force them to do so.
Loen obviously understood Admetus's concerns and spoke with a smile.
"So, I will be the villain. Leave them to me, and I will take advantage of this period of time before the war to properly train these descendants of God!"
In addition to being the god of wine of Mount Ares, he is also the honorary tutor of the Academy of Athens and the commander-in-chief of the coalition of gods. Naturally, he has the obligation and power to teach those descendants of gods.
Hearing that the main god was willing to take on this difficult task, Admetus nodded in agreement and immediately decided to demolish an abandoned residential area outside the palace and turn it into a special training ground for use by Lorne and the other gods.
With the joint efforts of magicians and alchemists, the project was completed by evening, and the heroes of the Divine Blood, who had received the assembly order from the King of Thessaly, also arrived at the training ground one after another.
Looking at the God-Blood heroes standing scattered around and talking among themselves, Loen raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.
"Everyone, I believe you all know the purpose of the King of Thessaly summoning you here today."
"Know……"
The voices of the crowd were mixed, some high and some low, and it was obvious that they were not very serious about this so-called training.
Seeing this, Loen's smile became even brighter, and then he clapped his hands, and two figures walked out from the shade of the trees to the front of the stage.
"Let me introduce you to Asclepius, the god of medicine, and Chiron, the wise man. They are my distinguished guests who I invited from Athens. I invited them here because they have a common gift."
The God Blood Heroes were intrigued and looked at the God of Bacchus on the stage in confusion.
A common talent? What is it?
"The medical skills are very high. No matter how serious your injuries are, they can save you..."
Loen answered leisurely, then raised his hand slightly, broke off a bramble from the roadside nursery, and showed a cold and hideous smile to the hundreds of divine blood heroes on the training ground.
"Now that everyone is here, let's start the first class!"
Buzz!
As the god of wine took a step forward, the power of the [Labyrinth] was instantly activated, covering the entire training ground, and the whistling brambles turned into blood-red afterimages.
“Boom!”
With a loud earth-shaking noise, dozens of God-Blood heroes who were the first to bear the brunt flew out and embedded themselves deeply into the stone walls of the training ground, forming a series of bizarre murals.
"I told you it's time for class, why are you still distracted..."
Murmuring lazily, the figure in the smoke and dust stretched his muscles, stepped across the cracked marble square, and patted the thorn weapon in his hand.
Pain, pain that almost reaches the physiological limit!
Every bone and every inch of muscle in the body was feeling tearing pain. The overloaded nerves had transformed these unbearable sensations into paralysis in order to reduce the burden on the body and prevent the suffering host from fainting.
But even so, the divine-blood heroes embedded in the stone wall, after struggling for several times, were still unable to control their numb and broken limbs, and could only let out painful groans from their throats.
At this time, a certain instigator was strolling in front of the stone wall and commented to the victims:
"The first, third, fourth, and eighth from the left... their strength and stress tolerance can be rated as average, but their skills are too poor, and their reaction awareness is also not up to standard..."
"The second, fifth, and sixth... their reaction speeds are okay, but their strength is insufficient. They haven't even tapped 30% of the potential of their divine blood..."
"The seventh, ninth, and eleventh... seem to be following the path of magicians and alchemists, but the preparation time for chanting the spell is too long, and their ability to respond to emergencies is not enough. Among so many people, only one can barely support the protection spell. This aspect needs more practice..."
While enduring the pain sweeping through their bodies, everyone had to listen to the blunt criticism, and their bodies and minds were in horrible pain.
However, soon, the God of Medicine and Chiron stepped forward and pulled the severely disabled heroes of Divine Blood down from the stone wall one by one, and ordered their servants to carry them to the makeshift medical clinic for treatment.
Then, the painful and numb groans turned into the screams of a pig being slaughtered, which frightened the rest of the people.
But the more this happened, the more excited Loen became, as if some bad habit had awakened in his heart.
Then he tapped the bramble in his hand and asked with interest.
"Do you want to avenge them?"
Everyone shook their heads and stepped back subconsciously.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I promise not to use my power. I will only compete with you in martial arts, and I will suppress my strength to the level of a god."
Everyone hesitated for a moment and shook their heads again.
"How about this, let's add some prizes. Whoever can stand and take three of my attacks will receive a magic potion that increases divine power prepared by the God of Medicine. Whoever can stand and take ten of my attacks will receive a magical artifact from the God of War Mountain. Whoever can injure me will graduate directly and get to choose three magical artifacts from the God of War Mountain. How do you think?"
Hearing this, everyone could no longer hold back and their eyes lit up instantly.
Not every divine-blood hero out there is wealthy and carries a collection of magic potions and artifacts with him.
On the contrary, most of them live in poverty, and a dozen people can only barely gather three or two artifacts.
Seeing this opportunity to make a fortune, the heroes of the Divine Blood suddenly became excited and began to face the approaching fear.
It’s just a god, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before!
Don’t be afraid of anything, let’s go together!
The first batch of hot-blooded heroes rushed over in a hurry.
In order to have a better chance of winning, the second batch of dozens of quick-witted Divine Blood heroes have begun to spontaneously form a formation and follow behind.
However, the third group, including Atalanta, Medea, Hebe, Helen, the Geminis, etc., quietly retreated and covered their eyes at the same time, unable to bear to watch the next scene.
(End of this chapter)
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