Chapter 357: The Rider's Ancestor Despises 2.0
A few days later.
The swaying starry sky of the sanctuary returned to calm, and three radiant goddesses walked out from the starlight, talking and laughing. The rosy blush on their skin and the laziness and comfort in their bones all revealed a feeling of enjoying the nourishment of the rain.
Correspondingly, on the soft big bed in the cave made of animal skins, silk fabrics, alchemical materials, etc., the silver-haired male god with slightly sunken eye sockets and disheveled long hair was sitting on the head of the bed, spread out on the bed in the shape of the Chinese character "Tai", motionless for a long time, like a dry grass that had been squeezed dry of water.
You’ve used up all your powers, and you’re treating me like a BOSS?
The victim muttered inwardly with resentment, and with slightly trembling hands he took out a dozen energy potions from the magic array, poured them into the golden holy grail that appeared in front of him, and then drank the potions with wine while sighing with melancholy.
"When will this day end..."
"I see you're enjoying it."
I heard a teasing voice, and another inmate poked his head out from the next room, his eyes fixed on the broken black spell chain beside him with a playful look.
"I remember that this semi-finished product can only last for a few quarters of an hour at most."
The corner of Luo En's eye twitched, then he turned his head, looked at his own master with a forced smile, and spoke in a low voice.
"If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten it."
In an instant, Hecate, who was gloating, froze, her smile froze, she shrank her neck as if a thorn in her back, and a dry smile appeared on her face.
"Come to think of it, you must have something important to talk to me about, right? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"There is something I wanted to discuss with you before."
Hecate swallowed, "What now?"
Luo En showed a bright smile on his face, and sincerely reflected on himself: "I am a narrow-minded person."
Seeing the cellmate next door slowly taking out a suspicious pink medicine bottle, a black whip made from snake skins, blocks of beeswax and other strange items that seemed familiar from the magic circle, Hecate's face changed instantly, and she hurriedly dragged the spell chains on her body and drilled into the shadow in the corner.
You have to run.
The three goddesses just now seemed to have personally demonstrated to her the functions and effects of these things.
However, Loen simply snapped his fingers, and the spell chains wrapped around Hecate came to life, tightening around her like a poisonous snake, dragging her out of the shadows and tying her tightly to the central stone pillar.
Compared to the semi-finished product made secretly by a witchcraft goddess, this divine tool made by the craftsman god Hephaestus himself is obviously more targeted and more solid and powerful.
As the chains continued to tighten, strips of cold black metal cut into the goddess' beautiful flesh.
Hecate's limbs on the pillar were torn into the shape of a "big" character, like a swan that was about to be strangled by a giant python. After struggling several times in vain, she looked at her good disciple expectantly.
"Hey, can we reconcile?"
"You are joking at this moment."
Loen ruthlessly shattered the other party's fantasy, then drank the last sip of the divine liquid in the pink medicine bottle, picked up the snake-skinned whip, and walked towards his beloved master who had made him successful with a grin.
It's time to show your real skills!
Soon, the starry sky of the Holy Land began to sway again, seemingly more violently than before.
Here we go again...
Mnemosyne in front of the Temple of the Three Goddesses shook her head, added another layer of spell protection to herself, and then continued to bury her head in reading the "Arabian Nights" in her hand.
Behind her, the two crystal coffins vibrated slightly.
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Meanwhile, on the edge of the mountains of Thessaly.
After Perseus made his usual inspection around the camp, he fetched some clean water from a nearby stream and headed back to the camp.
Due to the oracle of his father Zeus, he and Hercules were not allowed to interfere in the Battle of Thessaly, so they had to evacuate the city.
But his disciple couldn't completely ignore Thessaly, so he begged him to stay in the mountains and forests and wait quietly, hoping that the Father God would change his mind as soon as possible.
But after waiting for a long time, no new oracle came from father Zeus, but instead he heard the news that Thessaly was almost lost.
A rustling sound came from the bushes behind the camp. Perseus, who was boiling water and cooking, put down the wooden spoon and looked behind him.
"You sneaked into town again?"
"Teacher, that is the holy land of Father God after all."
Hercules, dressed in a black cloak, pulled down his hood, revealing his somewhat embarrassed face, and made a dry defense.
Seeing his disciple's evasive gaze, Perseus sighed and reminded him quietly, "Do less meaningless things. Father God will be unhappy..."
Hercules pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, with a hint of indignation in his eyes.
"Then what exactly is the point? Let us watch Thessaly fall and everyone inside die?"
"Hasn't Thessaly fallen yet?"
"But in the last war, 1,747 people died in Thessaly, and almost every household is preparing for the funeral... If we were here, if Father God allowed us to take action, many people might not have to die."
Hercules clenched his fists, his tone revealing a hint of guilt and self-blame.
"Don't think so." Perseus comforted him, "Father God must have his own reasons for doing this."
But his tone was inexplicably weak. After all, even he himself did not believe some of the words.
The gods were never meant to be benevolent.
Hercules asked, "So, he still won't let us get involved?"
“…” Perseus opened his mouth and finally responded with silence.
Hercules sighed and spoke with a little hesitation.
"I heard on the way that Admetus was also seriously injured. He managed to hold on until he returned from Ares Mountain, but then he fell ill and couldn't get up..."
"Father God said that we are not allowed to interfere."
Perseus interrupted his disciple and gave another serious reminder.
"I just wanted to go see my friend," Hercules explained in a low voice, assuring his teacher and guardian, "Don't worry, as long as he's okay, I'll be back early!"
"The oracle is the oracle! Do not mention anything beyond the scope of this!"
Perseus refused sternly and turned to walk towards the tent.
"Okay, I'm tired and I'm going to take a nap. Now it's your turn to keep watch. Don't disturb me during the break, no matter what. Understand?"
Looking at the teacher who was walking away, as well as a cloak, a bottle of magic potion and a pair of winged boots left in front of the fire, Hercules seemed to be thinking about something. He bowed deeply to the figure that went into the tent, picked up the three things on the ground, turned around and stepped into the gradually darkening night.
A breeze blew by, and the curtain that was opened a little fell down quietly, and a faint sigh came from the tent.
Paying too much attention to feelings is sometimes not a good thing.
(End of this chapter)
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