Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 47 Hestia’s Wail

Thump thump thump!

Lorne took a few steps back to stabilize his body. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, but his eyes became more fervent and determined.

It hurts, it hurts!

But, he can still move and he hasn’t lost yet!

"Come again!!"

Accompanied by a low roar, the bloody figure strode forward, slashing at the majestic god.

"puff!"

Still in vain, another scar was engraved on the blasphemous body.

“Come again!!!”

Lorne picked himself up from the ground, laughing heartily in pain.

He guessed correctly, he would not die.

Since you won't die, why fear failure or death!
This opportunity is rare. He needs to use this confrontation as much as possible to continuously climb the ladder to reach the gods and touch the power of the gods!

The gap is not irreparable!
The fixed number is not unchangeable!

Zeus, wash your neck and wait for me!

Looking at the figure in front of her, being knocked down again and again, and getting up again and again bathed in blood, the expression on Athena's face gradually changed from joking at first, to surprise, and finally to solemnity, and then she opened her lips lightly. , murmured in a low voice.

"Watch well and study hard...!"

The calm voice fell, and the goddess of wisdom and war, who had always passively fought back, took the initiative to take steps for the first time.

"Come!"

Lorne, who was dripping with blood, stood up with a laugh. With the blessing of fighting spirit and divine blood, his body turned into a blood-red afterimage, and rushed towards the god who was like a flat mountain peak, wielding all the speed, The strength, skill, and will of the [Sword] are several times greater than before!
Athena held the branch and parried Lorne's sword again and again, and then stabbed, cut, and pierced the opposite body over and over again.

Inflict pain upon life and punishment upon crime!
Again and again, again and again...

The complex wounds are spread all over, and the bones can be seen deep;

The flying flesh and blood splashed into the soil and fell into dust;

But even so, the bloody figure was so tenacious that it was almost terrifying.

He is extremely sane and extremely crazy.

fighting! fighting!
After countless battlefields and endless martial arts, the mental skill body will eventually be forged into an indestructible edge with the help of this furnace of fire from the gods!

The remaining night faded and dawn came.

As a ray of light in the sky rose from the sea and sprinkled onto the messy garden, Athena waved her hand and struck out the last sword.

The bloody man, with almost no skin left on his body, fell to the ground and could not get up again.

"Lorne!"

Seeing the bloody figure lying on the ground, motionless, little Medusa could no longer hold back, shouted out loud, and rushed towards the courtyard quickly.

"Don't touch him!"

However, before the little girl could wait, Athena held her shoulders, glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, and spoke softly.

"Don't worry, you won't die yet."

"But……"

Little Medusa looked at Lorne, who had almost lost his human form in front of her, biting her lips tightly, feeling unbearable.

"Let him lie down because it's good for him."

Athena on the side spoke helplessly, speaking to comfort the frightened little girl in front of her.

"I've taught what needs to be taught. How much he can understand depends on him. During this period, it's best for no one to touch him."

"Just let him lie down like this?"

Little Medusa pursed her lips, her eyes filled with worry.

"Will I catch a cold? What if it rains?"

Seeing Medusa's aggrieved expression, Athena sighed and waved helplessly.

"If you are really worried, you can take care of me here."

"Ok!"

After receiving permission, little Medusa nodded heavily, rushed forward quickly, and squatted on the ground to guard Lorne.

Looking at the little Medusa who never left her side, it was Athena's turn to feel a little worried, and she couldn't help but warn her again and again.

"Remember, if you don't want to disturb his rest, you'd better not move around, otherwise, his suffering will be in vain."

After saying that, Athena walked up to the corridor and waved to Nikki, the servant at the side.

"We should go." "Didn't you say you wanted to stay here for the Harvest Festival?"

Nikki tilted her head and looked at her master in confusion, with some reluctance on her face.

"Are you sure you want to stay here?"

Athena rolled her eyes at herself, a somewhat happy-go-lucky follower, pointed to a bedroom on the second floor that was shrouded in a layer of faint golden light, and spoke quietly.

"If you don't leave, she will wake up."

Nikki was stunned for a moment, and her eyes followed her master's faint gaze and landed on the vegetable garden and nursery in the backyard, which were in a mess, as if they had been trampled by a tide of beasts, and she shuddered immediately.

"Click..."

The golden barrier covering a certain bedroom upstairs was shattered. The master and servant looked at each other and immediately rushed out of the house, disappearing into the crowd.

For a moment, an angry and painful scream sounded in a certain house, spreading throughout the entire royal city of Knossos.

"My vegetable patch! My garden! Who did this?!"

Full of resentment spread to the outside of the city. A certain pair of masters and servants beside the tree-lined road paused for a moment before speeding away from the scene of the crime.

At the same time, on the sea of ​​Oceanus.

A shabby sampan bumped up and down with the waves.

Two girls with long purple hair, highly similar faces, and gorgeous dresses sat elegantly on the side of the boat. Neither of them had any intention of rowing.

"When will we be able to go ashore?"

The purple-haired girl, who was relatively petite and had a more eager personality, stroked her somewhat sticky hair and couldn't help but complain first.

On the other side, a purple-haired girl with a slightly older appearance was admiring her beautiful face to the sea, her voice was neither salty nor cool.

"How do I know? Didn't you decide the direction now?"

"Oh, didn't you sail the ship into the primitive ocean first, almost crash into the home of the Atlanteans, and then be chased by them all over the world!"

The twin sister rolled her eyes and complained angrily.

"So, isn't this why you came here? Come on, I'm still waiting to go ashore to get my nails done."

The older sister handed a paddle to the other side, looking like she was giving orders to the servants.

The younger sister clenched her fists in protest and declared her dominance in a cold voice.

"I'm the captain! You should listen to me!"

"I am a customer, not your boatman. According to the rules, you should serve me. You soiled my clothes and took so long. I don't dislike your sailing skills, so you are being reasonable."

My sister was unmoved. She sat elegantly and retorted like a noble princess who had no fingers in the spring water.

"Also, let me add one more thing, I am still your sister, you have to listen to me."

"Stop putting pressure on me with this matter. You will break out of your shell a few minutes earlier than me! What's the big deal? Whoever wants to be the captain can be the captain. Anyway, I don't do such rough work!"

"If I don't do it, I won't do it..."

The two sisters sat on both sides of the boat with clear distinctions, staring at each other, letting the boat drift by the waves, neither of them had the intention to take action.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, my sister bit her lip and spoke quietly.

"Tell me, little Medusa, can she..."

"Whether she is dead or not, can't you sense it yourself?"

My sister snorted angrily, with a hint of impatience on her elegant face, as if she didn't like discussing this topic.

The younger sister looked at the boundless Sea of ​​Oceanus, hesitating and hesitated to speak.

"But……"

"Are you annoyed? If you want to go ashore, row quickly!"

The elder sister raised her hand and threw an oar to the other side, and began to give orders as usual.

The younger sister rolled her eyes and did not refute, but just sat on one side obediently.

Because her sister was holding another oar in her hand.

The water surged and the sampan moved forward quickly.

"You little fool, don't die..."

The younger sister was stunned for a moment, looked to one side, and met an indifferent face.

"What are you looking at? Boating!"

My sister snorted angrily, her face as indifferent as before, as if she didn't care about anything as usual.

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(End of this chapter)