Chapter 5 Hard, Fist Hard (4k)
The night was as dark as water, a dark meteor streaked across the sky and quietly landed in the palace of the three goddesses of fate.
As the flashing lightning fell to the ground, the three goddesses of fate living there opened their eyes one after another, their deep pupils as bright as a sea of stars.
They are the daughters of Erebus, the god of darkness, and Nyx, the goddess of night, among the original gods. They are responsible for spinning and weaving the fate of the gods and even the world.
The eldest sister, Clos, is the weaver of fate, the goddess who controls people's fate at birth. Her duty is to personally take the thread of people's fate from the weaving wheel of fate and hand it to her second sister, Lachesis.
This goddess of decision-making in fate would measure the thread of fate with a ruler and hand over the fate events of varying lengths to her youngest sister, Akpolos, the goddess of the end of fate.
Finally, the goddess Akporos will cut the thread of fate with the sharp scissors of fate and complete the determination of the fate of a living being.
These faint threads of fate are intertwined and entangled in the star-lit dome of the temple, outlining an extremely complex network that connects the beginning and end of all things in the world.
At first glance, even Zeus, the king of gods, couldn't help but feel shaken by the vast amount of information and obscure divine power.
"Son of Kronos, why are you not in Olympus to consolidate your divine power? Why are you visiting our temple so late at night?"
In the darkness, voices, some old and some young, came in unison, and the three goddesses of fate under the starlight looked down at the ruler of the Greek Age of Gods.
Zeus, the king of gods, was not unhappy at all. Instead, he humbly bent down slightly, touched his chest, and asked in a deep voice.
"Respected Three Goddesses of Fate, I want to know if the Titan's curse still exists?"
"You have asked us this question more than once, but no matter how many times you repeat it, the answer remains the same."
Three voices, some old and some young, responded calmly and in unison; three faces that had grown from youth to maturity and then to old age showed no trace of emotion.
"Son of Kronos, even you cannot eradicate the curse in this bloodline. Don't focus your energy on something that is doomed to be meaningless."
Zeus's face darkened when he heard this.
The origin of the Titans is the nickname given by Uranus, the father of heaven, to his descendants, which means "the fearful" and "the rebels", because they are destined to wield the butcher knife against their fathers and complete the change of divine power through rebellion.
Grandfather Uranus could not escape this curse, and neither could his father Kronos.
And now, I am the only one left.
Zeus's face was gloomy and his eyes flickered.
"But, you are the king of destiny, and you will lead this world to brilliant glory!"
The chorus of voices, young and old, declared solemnly, and six arms fiddled with the thread of fate, outlining a crown-like shape on the dome.
"Follow your destiny, it won't stand in your way."
Zeus nodded slightly, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to remember something inadvertently. He turned around to look at the three goddesses of fate under the starlight and asked.
"By the way, Semele, the princess of Thebes, my love, she just got pregnant with my blood, I want to know their fate."
"Their fate...their...fate...fate..."
The originally neat chorus became a little uncoordinated, and the questions were repeated over and over again, as if it had fallen into some kind of dead state.
After being stuck for a long time, the three goddesses of fate slowly answered, pulling the broken afterimages of two fate threads from the void.
"They are already dead..."
Upon hearing the bad news, Zeus' face changed suddenly and he immediately turned into lightning, rushed out of the palace of the three goddesses of fate, and flew towards the direction of the city of Thebes, showing his panic as a husband and father.
However, after flying some distance away from the Temple of Destiny, the God King turned around and flew towards Olympus.
In the empty temple, the sacred fire has gone out.
The noise is gone and everything has settled.
Zeus, standing in front of the door, glanced at the towering throne that belonged to him from afar. His tense face gradually relaxed. He closed the door of the temple casually, stood up and returned to his bedroom.
Eeyore~
A breeze poured into the room through the crack in the door. The gray embers in the torch peeled off, and a hint of dark red flickered underneath.
Phew~~
A cluster of flames jumped up and the ashes rekindled in the darkness.
At the same time, above the wilderness filled with death, the purple-haired goddess with a veil on her face raised her thin cherry lips as if she sensed something.
"Compared to the unchanging fate, the game with unpredictable outcome is indeed more interesting. In a game, there must be winners and losers..."
Five white jade fingers loosened, and the twelve-sided serpentine dice drew a graceful arc in the air and fell to the ground.
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The stars moved, the sun and the moon rotated, and sixteen years passed in a flash.
The Sea of Oceanus, on the island of Aeolus.
The fishy and salty sea breeze blew through the lush forest in the valley, and the green branches and leaves rustled. Three ferocious black and green heads subconsciously stopped biting their prey, and suddenly looked up. Pairs of vertical pupils with snake-like characteristics looked around vigilantly.
"Meh~~"
The two dying goats on the ground wailed and struggled in pain under the monster's huge claws, and blood spurted from the wounds so deep that the bone was visible.
The strong smell of blood instantly attracted the attention of the monsters on the lakeside again. The turning heads collided with each other and growled, sharing the prey on the ground. The screams soon stopped.
It is similar in shape to a dragon but slightly smaller, with a length of between 10 and 20 meters. It only has two feet, with claws and toes like a bird, wings covered with scales and feathers, and a tail with barbs. It has the dual bloodlines of a giant dragon and a griffin.
——It looks like a purebred wyvern.
In the shadow of the dense forest, a pair of purple eyes stared through the gaps between branches and leaves at the three lower-ranking dragon species that were gradually letting down their guard by the lake. As time passed, the corners of their lips gradually curled up.
“Bang!”
Two quarters of an hour later, accompanied by a crisp snap of fingers, the two-legged flying dragon that was teetering beside the lake fell to the ground with white foam spewing from its mouth.
The huge bodies were like skinned frogs, with their feet and wings twitching uncontrollably.
"Well, the paralysis and hallucinogenic effects of the mandrake are very good, and can effectively delay the target's reaction time. However, the dosage of coniline seems to be insufficient. I underestimated the poison resistance of the wyvern. I should have fed these two sheep more medicine earlier..."
Along with the twisting and wriggling of the air, a low murmur was heard, and a handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes walked leisurely towards the crime scene, taking notes in a notebook.
The marks between the strokes were neat and square, and seemed completely different from the Greek linear letters.
“Roar~!”
The uninvited guests suddenly appeared in their territory. The three-headed flying dragons instinctively became alert, raised their drowsy heads, and opened their mouths to spit out balls of dark green poisonous saliva.
Generally speaking, as a hybrid subspecies, the wyvern naturally cannot use powerful dragon breath like the pure-blooded superior dragon species, but it can use its own biological characteristics to spray highly corrosive venom.
Balls of dark green poison splashed forward, hitting the nearby bushes and grass with crackling sounds, leaving large areas of charred and withered marks.
The figure that was hit first was riddled with holes and disintegrated directly.
False appearance!
In a trance, the three-headed flying dragon looked at the fragmented fog in front of it. Its drowsy head suddenly became alert and it realized something was wrong.
“Puff! Puff! Puff!”
But before they could react, a dazzling purple arc of light exploded, and a sharp pain came from the back of the neck. The three blue-black heads felt dizzy and rolled to the ground, with confusion and anger in their eyes until their death.
"Despicable" may be the only adjective they can think of at this moment.
As the huge body lost its support and fell to the ground with a loud bang, golden-red blood gushed out from the broken neck, and scarlet raindrops fell. An almost transparent human-shaped outline in the air turned from virtual to real.
Done.
Looking at the wyverns moving all over the ground, the handsome silver-haired boy, or the grown-up Loen, showed a satisfied smile on his face. Then he turned the bronze dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the forehead of the wyverns one by one, finishing off the dragons cleanly and neatly.
The wyvern has the characteristics of a snake, and snake-like monsters have always been known for their tenacious vitality. Even after being beheaded, the snake head still maintains a certain degree of activity, and can survive for a period of time at an extremely low metabolic rate and maintain the ability to bite.
Rather than being unexpectedly bitten by those heads on the ground and being used as scapegoats, it is safer to stab them a few times in advance.
After confirming that the three-headed two-legged flying dragon Che was dead, the handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes finally felt relieved and looked at the harvest of this hunting trip with shining eyes.
Dragon fangs can be used as materials for witchcraft and alchemy, dragon scales can be used to make protective gear, the medicinal and poisonous value of venom sacs are self-evident, and the even more precious dragon hearts and dragon crystals are extremely precious crystals of magic power and excellent sacrifices... In short, this thing is full of treasures.
It has to be said that as a member of the dragon family, even if it is a subspecies, it has considerable value.
Of course, the prerequisite is that you can be sure that you are here to eat at the table, not to serve food.
After simply calming down the distracting thoughts in his mind, Loen was about to go forward with the bronze dagger in his hand to collect the rare materials dropped by the three-headed flying dragons, when the sky above his head suddenly darkened and the originally gentle breeze around him was instantly replaced by a strong airflow.
besides? !
Loen's purple pupils suddenly contracted, and he leaped back dozens of meters without even raising his head.
"boom!"
In an instant, the area where they were originally located was like being hit by a high-speed meteorite, splashing thick smoke and dust.
At the same time, Loen, who had successfully landed, threw his hand without hesitation. The bronze dagger in his hand was wrapped in a purple-red arc of light and shot towards the huge figure that appeared in the smoke and dust.
“Crack!”
But what followed was a crisp sound of metal breaking.
So hard!
Loen realized that his attack did not seem to break through the defense. His heart sank. He immediately raised his right hand, bit the tip of his index finger, and drew a series of bright red Hermes characters in the air.
Suddenly, the ether magic in the air gathered in front of Loen and turned into blood-red spears, which shot towards the dust in front at lightning speed.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
However, there were bursts of sharp cracking sounds in the air, and the huge figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, revealing its complete outline in the sunlight.
Scales…horns…wings…four legs…
——Superior dragon!
“Boom!”
A shadow covering the sky and the sun fell rapidly, and the ground shook violently.
Loen, who was hit first, was pressed into a pit several meters deep by a pair of dark red giant claws, unable to move at all.
A ferocious head slowly lowered towards the prey that was unable to escape under its claws, and its bloody mouth opened wide.
But the prey that was about to be swallowed frowned, sniffed, rolled its eyes, and snorted in annoyance.
"Have you had enough fun? Teacher..."
Suddenly, the head froze in mid-air, blinking its huge eyes.
"My Transfiguration is already perfect, how come you can always see through it?"
A clear and pleasant female voice came out of the dragon's mouth, revealing a strong sense of confusion and curiosity.
——And a strong sense of disharmony.
"Brain, use your brain! Red dragons live alone, have a strong sense of territory, and prefer hot environments. How could they stay on a humid island and be neighbors with a group of wyverns?"
Lying on the ground, Loen pried open the claws pressing on his chest and finished off the opponent in a bad mood.
"Besides, whose magical beast would have such a strong smell of incense and herbs?"
As the bodies of both sides came into contact, the originally majestic and ferocious dragon shattered and disintegrated like a bubble, and its huge body shrank rapidly, turning into a petite girl with pointed ears, long pink hair, rainbow pupils, eagle wings on her back.
Circe, the Eagle Witch, is the demigoddess of the moon and love, and the ruler of the island of Aiyu.
——And the adoptive mother and teacher who picked up Lorne from the beach sixteen years ago and brought him up.
At this moment, under the continuous criticism from her disciples, Circe was obviously embarrassed. She immediately clasped her hands in front of her chest, raised her head and snorted coldly.
"Tsk, what's so great about just being a little clever? If that was a real dragon, you would have been torn to pieces. You failed this test. 0 points!"
"Ah, yes, yes."
Facing Circe who was obviously acting like a teacher, Lorne acted like a lazy fish. He nodded perfunctorily and looked down at the burden on him.
"So, can you get up from me now, Sensei?"
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, after the transformation was lifted, the witch with her legs spread just happened to sit on Loen's belly.
Time flies, and in the past sixteen years, the baby has grown into an adult.
The great witch Circe, whose height remains stable at less than 1.5 meters, inevitably feels a strong contrast in front of the 1.75 meter tall Ron.
She didn't look like a teacher educating his students, but more like a "daughter" acting coquettishly to her "father".
Circe realized the awkwardness of the situation belatedly, stood up awkwardly, turned her head away, and hummed an order.
"Okay, now that we've dealt with these wyverns that have nested on the island, let's go back."
Lorne got up from the ground, rubbing his belly and complaining.
"But teacher, can you give me a suggestion?"
"What?"
Circe subconsciously stopped and turned back, tilting her head to look behind her.
A certain disciple lowered his head, his eyes fell on the barren and damaged [land] with disdain, then he drooped his eyelids and gave earnest advice.
"I felt so much pain all over my body just now. I should eat more and gain some weight next time..."
“…”
After a moment's silence, the great witch came to her senses and suddenly looked up, looking at the traitor's fleeing back. Her expression gradually became gloomy and distorted, and a crackling sound came from her sleeves.
Hard, the fist is hard.
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