Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 210: More money, bastard!

Feeling the majestic death energy crushing him, the light wheel behind Lorne turned and turned to the fifth incarnation [Warrior]. The blood of the God of War in his body suddenly boiled, and the burning fighting spirit turned into blood-red flames. , spurting out from acupuncture points and pores all over the body.

—The blood of Ares, be destroyed here, be destroyed here!

In the silent murmur, Lorne twisted back and held his right hand empty. The red and black nation-building gun materialized in his palm, and he fiercely extended it upwards. The overbearing violent force and the will to annihilate life turned into a real thing. The **** waves rolled forward, submerging the dreamy golden light inch by inch.

Seeing that most of the falling golden sword was swallowed up in an instant, Hypnos's face changed slightly, and he immediately bent his fingers forward to grasp it, holding the broken giant sword in his hand from a distance, activating the power of sleep that was transformed into reality. , re-condensed into a sharper blade, tearing through the blood-red flames in one fell swoop.

 “Dang Dang Dang Dang!”

The nation-building spear and the golden sword collided fiercely hundreds of times in just a few breaths. The harsh sound of gold and iron echoed like fried beans, making Charon and Theti on the ship My eardrums hurt.

Sisyphus, who was full of talents in running but lackluster in combat skills, was even more unbearable. He held his head with a splitting headache and groaned.

 In the end, it was Charon who reluctantly slapped the long pole in his hand toward the River Styx when he saw that the real gold master of this business was finished.

 A thin curtain of water rose from around the ferry with the sound of rushing water, protecting the few people on board and resisting the terrible aftermath of the battle.

Sisyphus, who was surviving the disaster, shook his head that was about to turn into paste. He couldn't help but put a smile on his face habitually, and stepped forward to get close to Charon.

 “I feel like I almost died just now. Fortunately, you are here, my friend...”

 However, feeling the constant loss of divine power and divinity in his body, Charon could not help but grit his teeth.

  “—More money is needed!”

　　　…”

The smile on Sisyphus's face froze, and he could only nod his head depressedly under the gloomy gaze of the God of Styx, secretly cursing in his heart.

There were three people on the boat, and the one fighting was in front. Why did you only ask me to pay the bill?

 “Boom!”

At the same time, the nation-building spear and the golden sword in mid-air collided for the last time, and a strong shock wave shook out, shattering the blood flames on Lorne and the underworld butterflies around Hypnos.

 “Puff, puff, puff!”

A stream of mixed golden and blood-colored light passed through the air, shooting out in all directions with a sharp whine.

For a time, dust was flying on both sides of the river, and the large blooming poppies and valerians turned into grass clippings; the water surface splashed with water columns several feet high, and the undead living in the Styx screamed and ran away.

On the surface of the water, Hypnos looked down at the golden sword with only half left in his hand, threw it away, looked up at the opponent covered in blood flames and holding the artifact, and commented lightly.

 “The gun is good…”

 But, that’s all.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of butterfly-like wings behind the sleeping **** flapped, and countless specks of phosphorus powder fell, turning into thousands of golden and black butterflies with the wind, and they plummeted towards the people on the ferry, like a star. A falling meteor.

 Fight for long-distance?

Lorne looked at the flashes of light flying in the sky in front of him, his face did not change at all, and he held the gun barrel with both hands and inserted it into the roaring River Styx.

 [Warrior] disappears, and [Whale] emerges.

In an instant, the surrounding water of the Styx swept upward under the rhythm of the ocean's power. Countless suspended water drops were like **** of thick ink, automatically writing and shaping, turning into a series of Hermes script, Titan patterns, linear letters, etc. Runes containing mysterious power gathered around Lorne, lighting up the night like stars in the night sky.

Hypnos felt as if he had entered a treasure house that preserved the fire of civilization, and the historical context carved in the long river of memory was all presented before his eyes.

At this moment, like a wise man with a nine-sided crown on his head, he raised his right hand, used his gun to write, and sketched out the last stroke in the air.

 Knowledge is the ladder, spiritual thinking is the crown.

 Here, we must exhaust the truth and eradicate the error!

In an instant, the densely packed runes in the air were like well-trained soldiers. Taking the figure in the center as the base point, they automatically connected and constructed, turning into magic arrays one after another, automatically weakening, attacking, defending and counterattacking.

The swarms of underworld butterflies swooping in were accurately divided, surrounded, blocked and shot down, and no one slipped through the net.

At this moment, Sisyphus on the ferry opened his mouth wide in astonishment and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets when he saw the large magic circle that filled half the sky, was as luxurious as a castle, and was as exquisite as art.

  No, what is this guy’s background?

His attainments in magic are actually so strong! How come Hypnos, the **** of sleep, one of the twin gods of the underworld, is not a match?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt guilty.

One thing is certain, the opponent is definitely not out to get him, and the trouble he will cause in the future will probably be just as big as him.

Even if a mere demigod is involved in it, there may not even be any scum left in the end.

If you calculate it so carefully, it seems that he is the one who is losing?

At this moment, Sisyphus began to miss the warmth of the stone.

But unfortunately, neither Charon, who was waiting for him to return to Corinth to add money, nor the beautiful goddess who blocked him intentionally or unintentionally, obviously could not let him jump off the ship easily.

At this time, Hypnos, who had lost two consecutive battles, finally turned serious.

 He originally thought that the artifact with the power of destruction was his trump card, but he didn't expect that the opponent's magical skills were even better.

 In this case…

Hypnos raised his hand and held it empty-handedly. A black-gold transverse flute engraved with butterfly patterns appeared in his palm and was placed in front of his lips.

With the agitation of the air flow, a comfortable and elegant melody came out of the flute hole and spread to the surroundings. Countless golden and black underworld butterflies emerged from the sky and danced, spreading dreamy phosphorescence. In the splendid Corinthian palace, beautiful maids walked around and laughed, pouring cups of fragrant wine into Sisyphus's mouth, and the soft velvet bed exuded a comfortable smell...

On the green island, the breeze blew over Thetis's cheek, bringing moist sea vapor; the soft sand under her feet rubbed her skin, making her feel comfortable and comfortable; the warm sunshine made her muscles and bones soft, making her wish she could lie down on the tree in the distance. Enjoy the afternoon quietly in the shade...

In a house with Minoan-style architecture, a warm fire is buzzing, a sumptuous meal has been eaten, and the feeling of fullness in the body makes people feel lazy and want to lie down on a wicker chair. , take a nap after a meal to digest your food quietly...

 A little sleepy, take a nap.

Just as Lorne yawned and slowly closed his increasingly heavy eyelids, the beating fire in the stove suddenly made a popping sound, and several feet of golden flames shot out, igniting the entire house.

 Wrong! I'm still in the underworld!

Lorne was suddenly startled by the sudden burning in his head. He immediately opened his eyes and looked fearfully at the figure playing the flute in mid-air and the hundreds of underworld butterflies that were already close at hand.

As expected of the power of sleep, even the God King Zeus was tricked. He was unknowingly seduced by the sound of Hypnos' flute and almost fell asleep on the spot.

Had it not been for the [Flame] of the sixth incarnation, using the power of purifying negative energy to awaken a glimmer of his sanity at the critical moment, the consequences would have been disastrous.

At the critical moment, your own Lord God must be reliable!

Lorne secretly made a sign of the cross in his heart, and the purifying [Flame] immediately spurted out from his body, burning the approaching underworld butterflies to ashes.

 Actually broke free?

At this moment, Hypnos was shocked when he saw the unexpected result. He tried to strengthen the resonance of the melody and pull the target into dreamland again.

However, Lorne, who was already on guard, naturally would not give him this chance. He leaned back in an exaggerated arc, held the nation-building gun tightly in his right hand, and solemnly chanted the divine words in his mouth.

 “Branches of destruction, wedges of bones of gods—rekindling ashes at the beginning!”

The next moment, Lorne's body was ignited with blazing **** flames, and the holy spear made of large palm wood in his hand was also ignited.

 With the ashes flying all over the sky, the dead foundation of the world revealed the nature of its tragic failure.

 Withered, dark, and shaped like a piece of lifeless char.

However, facing this ugliness and dilapidation, Hypnos felt like facing a formidable enemy and pushed the dream-making flute to the extreme.

He had a premonition that once stabbed by this thing, both powerful heroes and immortal gods would be reduced to ashes by this burning dead branch.

 Only by reaching the immortal Lord God can we survive in the face of this terrible destruction.

 “Whoosh!”

Burning dead branches shot out, igniting the death energy of the underworld along the way. The layered purple dream barrier was shattered inch by inch. The underworld butterflies that only served as the cornerstone and network were unable to dodge, braving the blazing fire and falling in. In the River Styx, they are like floating river lanterns on the water.

 “Poof!”

  The slight sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh caused the sound of the flute to stop abruptly.

 A bloodstain appeared on Hypnos' handsome face, and a few golden-red blood beads fell into the turbulent River Styx.

At this time, Sisyphus and Thetis on the boat woke up in a trance with a look of shock on their faces.

“I have to admit that you are very strong, so I will try my best next time!”

The God of Sleep in mid-air stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on his face, and spoke calmly, with a rare hint of coldness in his solemn tone.

 —Why lives sleep, because they are not ready to meet death.

As the **** in charge of sleep, Hypnos doesn't like killing lives, so he rarely fights with people and rarely kills.

But as the twin gods of the underworld, it is their duty to guard this place and maintain order.

 And once he attacks with all his strength, he cannot guarantee whether the opponent will survive.

 A fight between life and death, this is how it should be!

 The next moment, Hypnos's eyes were full of murderous intent, he raised the half-broken flute in his hand, and waved it forward.

In an instant, sharp and harsh whimpering erupted from all around, and the boiling death air was compressed to the extreme, turning into dense swords, spears, heavy hammers, and even meteorites, shooting forward.

Facing Hypnos’ menacing attack, Lorne, who had just thrown the nation-building spear and had his hands empty, smiled slightly.

Then-

He decisively grabbed Thetis and Sisyphus beside him, jumped up, and jumped onto the river bank full of daffodils.

 Nothing else, after all this delay, the Garden of Truth has finally arrived.

At this moment, Charon, the only **** of Styx who was left behind, stared at the large number of swords, spears, hammers, and even meteorites coming towards him, his eyes widened.

 “Boom!”

 The next moment, a hundred-foot column of water splashed up from the Styx River, and pitch-black wood chips were scattered in all directions.

In the turbulent waters of the Styx, an old man in tattered clothes was gnashing his teeth and waving a long pole that was broken into two parts to drive away the undead that continued to swarm in. He turned towards the three unscrupulous figures who quickly got into the daffodils. , letting out a roar of grief and anger.

 “Add money! Remember to add money, you bastard!”

 (End of this chapter)