Chapter 386: Still pretending to be innocent in front of me?
In the belly of the God of War Mountain, the swaying fluorescent light illuminates the slender figure in the cave who is stretching lazily after a fierce battle.
“Bang!”
A crisp snap of fingers echoed, and a faint cold wind blew into the cave. A graceful goddess wrapped in chains on the stone pillar shivered, suddenly awakened from her fainting, and looked around in confusion.
"Are you awake? Master?"
The figure in the darkness gradually approached, with a gentle and bright smile on his face, as if he had seen a family member he hadn't seen for a long time.
But Hecate recalled the scenes she had experienced before she lost consciousness, and felt the pain in her body. She couldn't help but shudder, gritting her teeth and cursing inwardly.
Beast!
You've been insulting your ancestors all day long! I raised you with all my heart! Wait till you fall into my hands, and see how I'll deal with you!
Hecate secretly complained in her heart, criticizing a certain daring and unfilial disciple, while twisting her body, trying to find a more comfortable position to be punished.
However, the more she struggled, the tighter the restraints on her body became.
Gradually, Hecate became completely unable to move, her limbs were torn apart by the cold spell chains and tied tightly to the cross-shaped inscribed stone pillar to prevent her from casting witchcraft and taking the opportunity to break free from the shackles. Several black leather belts woven with Hermes weave crossed over her smooth belly, spreading her legs apart and fixing her lower body.
Snow-white skin, cold black chains, shiny leather goods, and a cross-shaped torture rack with religious elements together create a very impactful picture in the dim cave that makes people's blood boil.
"Master, if you move again I won't be polite."
Lorne pinched his nose and reminded in a muffled voice.
Hecate's body stiffened, and she quickly calmed down, her tense legs trembling slightly unconsciously.
The culprit noticed his own master's little action, and the corners of his lips raised up to reveal a hint of joy. He quickly mobilized his divine power, loosened some of the spell chains, moved a stone block under Hecate's body, helped the master sit down, and comforted him hypocritically.
"You were exhausted last night. I promise to be gentler next time."
Next time?
Hecate glared at this unworthy disciple who was comforting her in public but teasing her secretly, glanced at his lower body, and retorted:
"You didn't come to me just for this little hobby, did you?"
Three or two inches? Three or two inches that can make you unable to stand up?
Is it true that the only thing left on your body is your tough mouth?
Loen glanced at Hecate's moist and shiny lips. He did not continue to argue with his master on this issue. Instead, he pulled over a stone block and sat down, smiling and confessing.
"As expected, I can't hide anything from you. I came here this time to ask you three things."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of ointment from the magic circle and gently applied it to the red, swollen and bruised areas of Hecate's skin with a skillful and gentle technique.
The power of the medicine, combined with the massage of the five fingers, penetrated into the affected area, bringing waves of refreshing coolness. Hecate's stiff body couldn't help but relax. She leaned against the cross-shaped stone pillar. Her tense face gradually relaxed, and a hint of comfort appeared on her face. She spoke leisurely.
"Is it because of the war with the giants?"
Lorne clapped his hands and praised loudly.
"See, what did I say? Your wisdom is truly unmatched!"
"Don't try that!"
Hecate glanced at her disciple and snorted with disdain.
"You don't come to me when you have nothing to do, but you think of me when you are in trouble? Why should I help you?"
"It's unfair. I'm working hard for our common cause!"
While complaining for himself, Loen expressed his painstaking efforts.
"Typhon and Kronos have been released, and Zeus is hiding in Olympus, ready to sit back and watch the fight. If I don't find a way to stabilize the situation, all the achievements we made in the human world will be wasted sooner or later. By then, let alone pulling the three goddesses of fate off the altar, even Zeus can easily deal with us."
"It's you, not me," Hecate corrected calmly, not falling for it.
"Well, Zeus and the Three Fates may not be targeting you, but what about the old gods?"
Lorne nodded with a meaningful smile on his face.
"If the old gods imprisoned in Tartarus knew that you were in Mount Ares, I'm afraid your fate would not be good, right?"
Hecate's eyes narrowed, and her expression softened.
"Tell me, what trouble are you in?"
Seeing that Hecate had shown a cooperative attitude, Loen's smile on his face became more sincere.
Then, he briefly recounted the progress of the battle against the giants and some plans for the second meeting at the God of War Mountain, and solemnly asked for advice from his great-grandmaster.
"How to convince the three goddesses of fate to intervene is a tricky problem. Do you have any ideas?"
Hecate pondered for a moment and shook her head slightly.
"Which of the two is more important, the order of the heavens or the survival of mankind, can only be weighed by the three goddesses of fate. And the [War of the Giants] is a trial destined by the gods, and it is hard to say whether they are willing to intervene. So, I agree with you. The success rate of persuading them is probably only 50%, or even lower. After all, mankind has perished for several generations, and their life and death may not be that important in the long river of fate."
Luo En's heart sank, but he still asked without giving up.
"Is there really no other way?"
"Right now, we can only hope that the weight of destiny you have gathered can outweigh the [Destiny] that the Divine King bears..."
Hecate shook her head, looking helpless.
Not getting the answer he wanted, Loen had to give up and asked his second question.
"Typhon and Kronos, who possess [Immortality], are almost immortal. Is there any way to completely destroy that immortality?"
"It is almost impossible to directly erase the immortality that has been integrated into their souls."
Hecate shook her head to reject Loen's idea, then paused and changed the subject.
"However, you can think about it from another angle: How can we prevent weeds from growing on a piece of land?"
Lorne pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and spoke tentatively.
"Grow crops all over that land?"
Hecate looked at her grand-disciple with satisfaction and clapped her hands in admiration.
"You really didn't let me down!"
"You taught me well."
Lorne replied modestly, already knowing the true solution to the problem.
It is indeed difficult to directly break the immortality of the two old gods.
But what if we split up their immortal souls and planted [food] on them?
Back then, the old sea god Pontos was exploded into fragments of his divinity that filled the ocean. Then the fragments gave birth to and evolved into independent individuals such as Keto, the mother of sea monsters, Phorcys, the father of sea monsters, Nereus, the old man of the sea, etc., and thus his self-consciousness completely disappeared.
Since there is such a successful case, it proves that the same method is also effective for the two old gods.
However, Kronos has already completed the general integration of his divinity, and it takes all his strength just to deal with him on the battlefield. It is even more difficult to split his soul.
On the contrary, another...
The images of the descendants of Typhon on the God of War Mountain and the Demon Ancestor who escaped to the Sea of Chaos emerged in Loen's mind, and a faint cold light gradually appeared in his eyes.
A loving father and a filial son is a tradition of the Greek God Age, and it is a must-try...
Looking at Ron with a smirk on his face, Hecate shook her head and interrupted her disciple's thoughts.
"So, what's your third thing?"
Lorne came back to his senses and smiled.
"It's not a big deal. I just don't have enough money, so I want to borrow a few chips from you to place a bet."
"I've lost everything, what chips do I have left?"
Hecate rolled her eyes at her disciple and asked back unhappily.
"Maybe not. There are still many people in this world who care about you." Loen answered with a smile, then raised his right hand, revealing the [Mark of the Dead] on the back of his hand meaningfully.
"So you mean them..." Hecate suddenly realized, and then a bitter smile appeared on her face, "You think too highly of me, don't you? I am a prisoner, I am not qualified to mobilize them."
Hearing this, Luo En asked seriously, "So, you are rejecting it?"
"I've already told you, I can't take care of this..." Hecate replied helplessly, "Why don't you ask those two for help instead of asking me..."
"Is that so? There's nothing we can do." Loen shook his head regretfully, then snapped his fingers to tighten the spell chains, and slowly squatted down in front of Hecate.
hiss~~
The sudden tingling and chilly feeling coming from her lower abdomen made Hecate take a deep breath and she subconsciously looked down to check.
The figure elongated by the flickering fluorescent light was holding a golden wine glass shaped vessel decorated with gems in one hand, and the other hand was stained with scarlet liquid. On her exposed belly, complex sacred symbols were carved.
When Hecate saw this, she trembled and her face became alert.
"What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, it's just a gift for you."
Lorne explained with a smile, and lightly touched the snow-white skin with the fingertips of his right hand, which were stained with scarlet wine. After finishing the last stroke, he stepped back slightly and looked at his work with satisfaction.
As far as the eye can see, the flat and smooth white belly is marked with a scarlet seal consisting of two circular arcs on both sides and a vertical mark in the middle.
Hecate folded her arms across her chest and trembled.
"What's this?"
“A little bit of collaborative foundation.”
Loen glanced at this master who was like a lamb in a wolf's den and answered unhappily.
"I see!"
At this time, Hecate, who heard the explanation, seemed to suddenly understand, and looked at the unworthy disciple with a face full of grief, anger and shame.
"It's an X pattern!"
"Bang!"
The honorary victim, with a black face, could no longer bear it, slapped Hecate on the head and roared madly.
"The Seal of Force! The Seal of Force! How could you, the goddess of witchcraft, not know this?"
"Force... order... you really want to continue humiliating me..."
Hecate pressed her chest sadly, looking like she had lost all hope in life.
"It's unfortunate for our master, it's unfortunate for our master..."
"Why didn't you tell me last night when you strangled me with a chain and rode on me and tormented me? And now you're pretending to be innocent in front of me?"
Loen looked at the witch goddess with disdain, who was possessed by a dramatic spirit, and unceremoniously exposed her true face, then pried away the hand that was secretly touching her lower abdomen.
"Don't move your hands! If you make it dirty I'll have to repaint it!"
"whispering sound……"
Seeing that her plan had been exposed, Hecate rolled her eyes helplessly and raised her hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay, I promised, isn't that enough?"
However, Loen was indifferent to Hecate's compromise. He resolutely suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, poured the scarlet wine in the golden holy grail at Hecate's feet, and constructed a circular magic array with her as the core.
Then, he raised his hand and placed it on his master's smooth belly, chanting softly.
“Blood, bones, and nets, bags, tubes, and flesh, one in one, two in one, turbid threads, transforming the positive into the real, the opposite into the false, the combination into the view—the strong seal of God, the servitude of death and pain, the covenant of life!”
As the spell was chanted, spider-web-like bloodstains, with the blood mark as the core, quickly spread to all parts of Hecate's body.
Soon, the light patterns went out, and the bloodstains disappeared under Hecate's flesh and blood, fading into invisibility.
However, a mysterious connection has been established between the person receiving the spell and the person performing the spell, as if they share the same breath and destiny.
After doing all this, Loen took a few steps back, condensed the divine power in his hand into a long light needle, and gently pierced his fingertips.
"hiss!"
Suddenly, Hecate, who was chained to the cross-shaped stone pillar, gasped, quickly covered her right index finger which was bleeding, and complained in frustration.
"Stop! Don't try. Didn't I agree to it?"
Lorne ignored Hecate's resentful look and reminded her with a smile.
"Grandmaster, I'm sure you know the effect of this Divine Seal. You can only survive if I'm alive. If I die, your fate will be even worse than mine!"
"Got it, got it, do you have anything else to say?"
"Since we are all in this together, you should place your bet, right?"
Hecate glared at this unworthy disciple, bit her index finger, and used the divine blood as a medium to carve a divine pattern on the back of Loen's left hand, then lowered her arm in disappointment.
"Okay, I've given you everything I can give you. Are you satisfied now?"
"Thank you, Master."
Lorne waved happily to the goddess sitting under the cross-shaped stone pillar, then turned and walked out of the cave.
Watching the figure gradually disappear into the darkness, Hecate withdrew her complicated gaze, reached out to open the food box in front of her that was still warm, and murmured to herself while tasting the delicious food that replenished her blood and physical strength.
I hope you won't let me down...
Hopefully, you can go further...
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At the same time, outside the cave.
After working for a day and a night, Loen stretched lazily facing the rising sun, then looked around and walked towards the residence of the goddess of justice Themis on the top of the mountain.
Although I didn't get all the results I wanted from my grandmaster Hecate, I still gained a lot from this trip.
But before officially implementing the plan, there are some things that need to be discussed with the goddess of justice.
But after walking a few steps, Loen saw a red-haired beauty in a veil standing on the edge of the cliff at the corner of the mountain path, staring at the choppy sea in a trance. There was an atmosphere of loneliness and sadness around her.
"Venus? What are you doing here?"
Loen looked at the Mecha subordinate in front of the cliff and couldn't help but walk forward to ask.
The red-haired Mecha God pursed his lips, turned his head and sighed softly.
"Remembering my homeland, mourning my people..."
Then, she threw dozens of bronze metal flowers in the basket into the surging waves below the cliff, moving her lips and teeth and silently reciting an ancient eulogy.
Luo En was startled, and suddenly remembered:
This seems to be the last mecha god of the bronze clan...
(End of this chapter)
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