Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 211: I got up and it was over in seconds. What is there to say?

Above the Field of Truth, the three of Lorne quickly walked through the grass, trying to escape the pursuit of Hypnos, the **** of sleep.

The endless grass beneath our feet swayed in the dim light. The sun would not shine here, it would always be like dusk or night, and there would be no lamps. The small white flowers sense the passing visitors and dance with the wind, looming like ghosts and giving off a faint light.

 This is the daffodil of the underworld. It is different from the species in the real world. Because it blooms in the "Field of Truth", it is also called the "Darcissus Plain".

All mediocre people who have neither feats nor evil deeds will stay in the Daffodil Plain, and their souls will be sent to this place. Before that, they must drink the water of the Leth River to forget everything in their lives.

As the white daffodils lit up slightly, the three of Lorne saw muddle-headed souls wandering around in this plain full of underworld daffodils.

 Because of the water of the Let River, they have no memories, no future, no emotions, and no purpose. They can only come to the riverside when they are hungry to eat the flowers that grow on the riverside.

It is a plant from the underworld called "Golden Spike Flower". These flowers often grow not far from the riverside. They can eliminate the hunger in their souls by providing the dead with the breath of death.

Of course, in addition to golden spikes, there is another kind of food that can satisfy these unhinged undead.

 —The blood and life of living creatures!

 “The opposite side smells so good...”

"tasty!"

 “Alive, eat!”

Countless hungry and crazy murmurs came from all directions. Pairs of empty eyes looked directly at the three people walking through the flowers. Their throats squirmed unconsciously, and they subconsciously raised their sharpened hands towards the freshness from the human world. Running wildly alive.

 Looking at the thousands of undead that suddenly regained their vitality and rushed towards this direction, Lorne couldn't help but think of the army of students who rushed to the cafeteria when they heard the bell rang.

"run!"

Without saying a word, Sisyphus used his talent as the "Wind Controller" as usual, pushed the wind god's blood in his body to the limit, and took the lead in running away.

  Anyway, the two teammates at the back are more outrageous than the other in terms of strength and background.

 There is no need to worry about their safety and speed.

 Instead of thinking about them, it is better to worry about yourself in advance.

Sure enough, after Sisyphus ran a few steps, he felt a strong wind blowing past him, easily leaving him behind.

What's even more annoying is that the large group of crazy undead are actually chasing him straight away, even if he changes lanes in an emergency, it's useless.

Sisyphus, who was turned into a rabbit and was running around, couldn't help but feel a little defensive when he saw this situation.

 “Why are they only chasing me and not you?”

"Oh, I just cast a suppressing spell to seal the breath of life in our flesh and soul."

Using the divine speed of [Goat], Lorne, who pulled Thetis one step ahead, turned his head when he heard the sound and answered casually.

 Looking at the pair of dogs and men rushing in front, Sisyphus looked sad and angry.

 “And me?”

"Who told you to run so fast? You are always the first to run away!"

　　　…”

 Under Lorne's disdainful gaze, the fraudster who was in the wrong was speechless.

However, in a daze, an undead jumped from the side in the grass, opened its big mouth that was dripping with laughter, took a puff, and bit the most plump piece of soft meat in front of him.

 “Ouch~! My ass!”

The fleeing Son of the Wind God let out a shrill scream, flew up with his big feet, angrily kicked away the rude undead that was hanging on his butt, and then moved forward to beg with a sad face.

 “Where’s the suppression spell? Brother, put it on me quickly!”

"what is the benefit?"

“When I return to Corinth, I will have enough fairy food and mead from the **** of wine himself!” Sisyphus vowed.

"Hmm..." Lorne smiled and nodded, making a meaningful nasal sound, and the speed of drawing the Hermes text on his hand slowed down a bit.

This liar is really stubborn and deserves to suffer a lot.

“Hiss~ah~! Don’t bite! You bastards, don’t bite!”

Under the deliberate slowing down of a certain sinister god, Sisyphus was attacked by several undead, and several wounds appeared on his arms, buttocks, and even the roots of his thighs.

Finally, after suffering for seconds and years, the suppression spell in Lorne's hand was finally completed, successfully rescuing Sisyphus from the siege of the undead.

 “Dude…”

Sisyphus, who survived the disaster, was like a little girl who had been ravaged by thousands of big men. He stood up unsteadily from the grass and was moved to tears by his good comrades who took the initiative to lend a helping hand.

 He swore that he would never run away first next time. It seemed like the safest way would be to follow this guy.

Just as Sisyphus secretly made up his mind and walked towards Lorne, he saw the other person's face change slightly, and he suddenly grabbed Thetis beside him and ducked to one side.

 “Whoosh!”

At the same time, a pitch-black butterfly with a ferocious face fluttered its wings and hit Sisyphus on the head.

  Nima…

Sisyphus's vision went dark, and before he could even utter a sad and angry curse, his consciousness fell into boundless chaos.

Looking at his poor teammate, who fell straight down with a look of pain on his face, Lorne turned back in anger.

“How come you, the majestic **** of sleep, come to sneak attack on this trick? You don’t have martial ethics!”

However, as his eyes fell behind him, he suddenly realized that the person who came here was not Hypnos, the God of Sleep.

A humanoid monster wearing pitch black armor, carrying black wings, and having wild beast teeth and claws spoke in a loud voice.

"Yes, you were able to avoid the blow just now. It seems that you are the target that Father God asked us to focus on!" Father God? Is he the son of Hypnos?

Hearing this, Luo En couldn't help but be slightly startled.

At this moment, the tall and ferocious humanoid monster licked its lizard-like slender and scarlet tongue, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in the snake's vertical eyes.

“Even Father God is full of praise for you. Just in time, let me try your ability!”

In an instant, the humanoid monster vibrated its jet-black wings, and countless dark phosphorescent lights shone down. The surrounding space, along with his body, twisted and elongated, turning into a hundred-meter-long dragon, roaring into the sky.

"Roar!"

A high-pitched and majestic voice spread to the surroundings, and one pure black butterfly emerged from the phosphorescence one after another, and then turned into thousands of bipedal flying dragons, gathering in the sky and surrounding the area.

 “It’s Oniliyi…”

The hushed voice of Thetis came from the side, and then the sea goddess gave a few concise introductions, allowing Lorne to understand where the opponent in front of him came from.

Oniirii, also known as Oneilos, are the dream-talking gods in Greek mythology. They are the sons of Hypnos, the **** of sleep, and are the incarnation of all dreams. Legend has it that there are three thousand of them.

Normally, the Dreaming Gods have black wings on their shoulders and live in Dreamland on the edge of the underworld. They are subordinate to Hypnos, the **** of sleep, and are responsible for creating dreams for various creatures in the world.

 The three thousand dream gods can be divided into three major categories according to their different functions. The three best sons of Hypnos are their managers.

 First, Morpheus, also known as the "Shaper", is the anthropomorphic dream god, good at transforming into human images, and is the head of the three thousand dream gods;

 Second, Phantasus, also known as the "Illusionist", is a dream **** who is good at transforming into images of earth, stone, water and wood;

Thirdly, Fubertor, also known as "The Terrorist", is the **** of animal dreams. He is good at transforming into the image of birds and animals. Therefore, the gods also call him - Ikerus, which means "the image-like one".

 Obviously, the dream **** who turned into a giant dragon and stood in front of them was the "Terrorist" Fulbotor, and his group of animal-like dream gods under his command.

“Didn’t we agree to fight in a one-on-one battle? Why did we bring in soldiers to clear the map?”

 Lorn couldn't help cursing at Hypnos's lack of martial ethics.

Miscellaneous soldiers? Are you talking about us?

 Damn guy!

Forbotor, who turned into a giant dragon in front of him, heard the words and was immediately strongly insulted. He immediately threw aside the order of his father, Hypnos, to not act rashly after discovering the target. He flapped his wings forward angrily and opened his mouth to spit out blazing bears. of hellfire.

At the same time, a group of bipedal flying dragons transformed from the Dreaming Gods in the sky also swooped down one after another and launched a siege on the three felons from the underworld.

Looking at the menacing group of dragons, Lorne snorted coldly. The golden light wheel behind him pointed at the fifth grid. Golden-red **** flames rose into the sky. The nation-building spear in his hand was thrown forward, tearing apart the rolling dragon flames with lightning speed. Penetrating the sky at a blinding speed.

 “Poof!”

 “Ouch!”

Accompanied by the dull sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and a painful scream, the dark dragon dragged half of its broken wings and plummeted down like a crashed fighter jet, plunging into the dark soil of the underworld and smashing out a hundred meters of fire. Deep pit.

 “Damn it!”

The embarrassed Fulbotor had just recovered his human form and climbed up from the pit with a curse, when a figure as fast as lightning rushed in front of him and kicked him into the soil at the edge of the pit.

  Under the strong concussion, the dream **** Fubotor was severely injured again. Several of his sternums were cracked and broken. A mouthful of purple-black reverse blood spurted out from his throat, and he was in a state of depression.

Lorne pulled out the Forbotor embedded in the soil with his bare hands, held it in his hand, and sneered disdainfully.

“What? You’re just a soldier and you still don’t accept it? If you want to arrest me, at least let Hypnos do it by himself, you’re not qualified!”

At least he has collected half of the main gods of Olympus. Coupled with the god-killing attribute of the nation-building spear, ordinary gods can basically only be defeated in a second against him.

Faubertole's cheeks turned red with anger, and he wanted to refute, but faced with the indisputable facts, he had no choice but to vent his anger on his subordinates standing aside.

 “What are you waiting for? A bunch of trash!”

Hearing this, thousands of bipedal flying dragons immediately fluttered their wings and landed on the ground. They turned into lions, cheetahs, magic pigs, giant snakes and other strange monsters, and swarmed directly towards Thetis and Sisyphus on the other side.

They are not stupid. Even their boss was killed by a certain guy in one round. Now if they form a group to attack him, they will lose their lives for nothing.

Persimmons, of course, have to be picked soft and pinched.

Seeing that Thetis, who was guarding Sisyphus, was in danger as the beasts stepped up their offensive, Lorne's face turned cold, and he unceremoniously twisted off Fabotor's other movable arm and scolded him forward. .

 “Be honest with me!”

Hearing the crisp sound of fractures behind them and the painful groan of the boss, the beast-turned-Mengnai Protoss stopped their attacks one after another.

Immediately, Lorne pinched the broken bone in Faubert's arm, looked at the face that was so distorted in pain, and gave good advice.

“And you, why are you trying to be so strong? We have no grievances or grudges. Be obedient and don’t want to suffer, so just obediently undo the dream curse you placed before. Let’s keep the same.”

 “Agree! I agree!”

Under the power of a certain man, Faubert, who was about to faint from pain, could only nod in humiliation, and quickly threw a drop of blood towards Sisyphus's eyebrows. A black gas mixed with screams and cries followed. The collapse was eliminated.

 “Happy to work with!”

Seeing that the other party was so understanding, Lorne showed a pleased smile, and then threw Forbotor backwards. He decisively grabbed Thetis and Sisyphus, activated the divine speed of [Goat], and rushed out of the range of the beast tide.

  As we all know, Greek gods have always been unruly and are all very narrow-minded.

It is basically impossible to expect them to swallow their anger after suffering a loss.

 “The people are here! Catch them quickly!”

As expected, before Lorne ran a few steps, Faubertol's sad and angry roar came from behind him.

But this time, he was obviously much smarter and knew how to call the other Dream God brothers and Father God Hypnos to join together and take action together.

 (End of this chapter)