Douluo's steel judge

In a medium-sized kitchen that is messy yet unusually neat.

There is only one chef here, wearing a neat and clean chef uniform. The chef has a tough and handsome face with a thick beard around his face and neck. He is concentrating on observing the oven in front of him.

The pieces of pastry in the oven seem to be shining with golden luster, steaming rapidly at the right fire temperature, and the volume of the pastry is slowly growing, making people salivate a little bit when they see it.

Suddenly, a woman in a long white dress came in. She looked at the chef who was serious and looked like no one else and smiled, and then she came behind the chef, "Atreus, every time I see you, you are making pasta. .”

The man named Atreus looked back at the woman and smiled, "What? I can't even have any hobbies after the war?"

"There is still a lot of work in this world for us to deal with." The woman shook her head, then smiled, "However, you don't have to worry about it."

"I, a god who only knows how to defeat a battle, will do my best if I don't lose a battle. Let me deal with the aftermath, please." Atreus continued to look at the pastry in front of him, "Let me order the mortals to rebuild Homeland, let me bake bread here to feed those mortals."

Suddenly, a purple-black flame suddenly rose from the body of the woman in the white dress, and then disappeared in the horizon of this world like a ray of light.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then a beautiful smile bloomed quietly like a flower on her face.

"That was just now?" Atreus was curious, but he felt that the power did not come from the place where their enemies came from, but from the same source as theirs, so Atreus did not act rashly.

"There is a child who just inherited part of my strength." The woman explained, but she seemed very happy.

Remember m in a second.

"Child?" Atreus tilted his head. Unexpectedly, the burly man looked a little cute.

At this moment, a woman's angry voice spread throughout the world, "Morgana, come out!"

After Atreus heard this, he helplessly said to Morgana beside him, "This is a matter between you two sisters. I can't help you."

Morgana walked out indifferently, "It's okay, I'll just go talk to Kyle."

Above the Giant God Peak.

For the time being, this is the place where the gods in the sky and the powerful human beings live. After the tragic war, many famous master fighters are buried here.

At this moment, a woman as dazzling as the sun with six wings on her back was angrily holding a long sword like a flame in the air. Anyone with malicious intentions, even a little malicious or evil thoughts, would make their bodies Like burning in a fire.

The eyes on "Kyle"'s flawless face were as pure white as two small suns, and her face was no longer as calm and peaceful as Kyle had seen before.

Rather.....

The sword in her hand burned like fire.

Tarik, who has a relatively peaceful personality, came out immediately to try to persuade Kyle. Only Tarik had the ability to persuade Kyle.

Taric, who is also a protoss, possesses the guardian power, which can protect everyone present at the moment of battle.

If it were the Fierce Sun Protoss or even the War Protoss, even if they came with the intention of persuading a fight, I am afraid that everyone else present here would suffer a lot of harm.

The power of the Star Spirits cannot be resisted by mortals, even though all of them are considered powerful among mortals.

"Sister, what's the matter?" A charming voice suddenly appeared, making Tariq heave a sigh of relief.

"Did you do something to that child?" Kyle looked at Morgana who appeared in front of him.

At this time, Morgana was wearing a black battle dress, a pair of dark and deep wings stretched behind her as if covering the sky, her eyes were black and bright like black pearls.

Morgana raised her eyebrows and looked at Kyle in front of her, with a careless expression on her face.

"He just chose my power, and I didn't interfere with his choice." Morgana paused, "I'm not like you, my sister."

"Even mortals have to make their own choices."

The flaming blade in Kyle's right hand pointed directly at Morgana, the younger sister of her mother, "But you are destroying my plan."

"Do you remember what you said?" Morgana ignored the sharp blade in Kyle's hand.

They come from the same source, and Morgana is confident that her strength will not lose to Kyle.

Although Kyle's power inherits a little more from attacking aspects, Morgana is more inclined to guard.

Morgana still guards Demacia to this day, ensuring that the city-state that sheltered many ordinary mortals will not be destroyed.

"Of course I remember." Kyle felt a little relieved when he heard this.

"We both need to balance each other out, sister." Morgana said calmly.

Morgana is not angry with Kyle either. After all, Kyle inherits most of the divinity from the Protoss of Justice. Just like their mother, the divinity will gradually make Kyle indifferent and become like a god.

A long time ago, in order to protect her mortals, Morgana took the initiative to degenerate and gave up her divinity. For this reason, she broke with Kyle for thousands of years.

It wasn't until the eve of the war that they reconciled as before.

Kyle also understood his mistake, but...

Divinity has always been rooted in Kyle's soul, making Kyle involuntarily extreme.

"That child is beginning to be affected by divinity." Morgana said, "I just don't want him to become like you, let alone..."

"I want him to inherit our power."

"We are all part of the Righteous Stars, and I want that child Kyle to be the next successor of the Righteous Stars." Morgana said in a surprising tone.

"Really..." Kyle pondered for a while, then restrained his overly dazzling weapons and looked at Morgana helplessly, "You should have told me before."

"I sent power into your body at the beginning, just to help you get rid of the erosion of the void with the complete power of the righteous protoss." Morgana also smiled helplessly, "And I didn't plan all this at the beginning, just now That kid's own choice."

......

Pastry chef Atreus took out the baked pastry and placed it in front of him. Then Atreus carefully picked up one and took a bite.

For a pastry chef, eating his own creations like swallowing jujubes is to prove that the pastry chef is not a good pastry chef.

Atreus, although he inherited the power of the war protoss, he is actually the protoss who dislikes fighting and war the least.

War protoss does not like war. Although it is very strange, it is true.

After all, Atreus was once just the most ordinary mortal warrior among the Rakkor tribe. He did not have a brilliant record, nor was he born with flawless martial arts.

Atreus is just an ordinary person who has failed many times. It can be said that he is brave, but it cannot be said that Atreus is good at fighting.

Atreus has always wanted to be an ordinary pastry chef.

However, after the second war protoss was seriously injured by Aatrox, he asked Atreus to inherit his power before he died.

Pantheon saw something completely different from him and the first War Protoss in the eyes of Atreus, and Pan Sen believed that Atreus would fulfill their long-cherished wish of the War Protoss.

What Atreus sees is...

guard.

The heart that stands firm for the one you love.

The unyielding will for the belief in the heart.

Despite his numerous failures, Atreus had what Pantheon was weak about.

Atreus wanted to refuse, but Pantheon persuaded him because the world would be on the verge of destruction without one star spirit...

There is also the god warrior who went mad after being eroded by the void. There is only one reason for Atreus to fight, and that is to protect his people.

So Atreus became the Protoss of War in this way, a god with unyielding will and infinite martial arts.

only.....

Atreus coughed twice, and the dough in front of him was instantly covered with liquid like colorful colored glass.

It was the blood of the protoss.

Atreus clutched his lower right rib, which was aching.

This is the wound left by Atreus after the great war. The power from the void made it impossible for Atreus, who was a protoss, to heal forever.

It's just that the enemy who caused the wound wasn't much better, Atreus just suffered this injury, and that enemy paid the price with his life.

Atreus calmed down his breathing, and wiped out all the noodles in front of him that were stained with the blood of the protoss.

"Let me see if that child has that kind of belief." Atreus lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Kyle Morgana, I don't have much time."