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The first lesson for Persephone to become stronger is to change weapons.

After the God of Death bowed his head and swept her left and right for a few times, his eyeballs rolled upwards.

This eye radio gymnastics fully expressed his speechless emotions, and then he grabbed the long sword that was shaking very hard in her hand and said: "Use the small dagger on your wrist, and use other weapons after you are proficient. "

As a well-behaved student with consistent grades in class, Persephone took off the dagger on her wrist very obediently.When Hades gave the gift, she fully considered her powerless situation, and the weight was just not too tiring.

The god of death saw her holding the short sword in the same posture as holding the fruit, and even his numb heart fluctuated a little, that's it?

Persephone immediately used the ability to perceive words and emotions that she had learned from Hades. She determined that her posture was wrong, and silently changed her gestures.

Thanadus looked at her suspiciously, and at last he said, "A rotten skeleton can hold a stick better than you. Haven't you remembered any fighting instinct?"

He knew that she belonged to the plant god system, and the weak must be weak.The human body also limited her divine power, but to be so weak as to be such a virtue is simply insulting to the gods.

Persephone: "Battle instinct?"

The god of death couldn't directly tell her that it was a god, so he could only remind her in a roundabout way: "After our children are born, they have the consciousness of fighting for the first mouthful of milk."

Even a sleeping soul actually has a ferocious and sharp defensive nature.

She has not been gnawed alive in Demeter's hands for so many years, and it is also because her huge divine power has played a defensive role.

Otherwise, Demeter, who has just come out of Cronus' stomach and has become extremely weak, does not take the shortcut, and why does she have to dig out the original power of the seeds every day?

Why can't I do anything after waking up? Is it because I slept for too long and became disabled?

While the Grim Reaper was making various reasonable speculations, Persephone showed sympathy.The people here are really poor, and even have to grab milk.

She silently raised her head and raised her chest, thanking the modern civilized society, the strong government and the best family, she is alive and well.There is no instinct for struggle, and the ability to eat, drink and have fun is also quite a lot, unlike the people here who live in dire straits and fall behind everywhere.

Grim Reaper's expression was even more rigid, even weaker than a little chick, and she was still proud of it?

As a fiercer, stronger, and more murderous spokesperson, Thanadus clenched the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the side of her short sword, and slid down the edge lightly. The shock knocked off the sword in her hand.

"The strength is too weak, hold your weapon tightly, even if you are chopped into bones, you must hold it tightly, like a sword hilt growing on your finger, and you can't let go even if you die."

Persefine's fingers were numb, and the sword landed less than three centimeters from her feet. The point of the sword was just inserted into the ground, leaving only half of the blade.

She raised her head and looked at Thanadus in front of her. The god of death with its sticky black wings was holding his sword quietly, without killing intent or vicious aura, but it gave her enough oppression.

Naturally weak human beings, when facing a giant beast, their life-saving nature will explode, and they just want to turn around and run away, even if the giant beast just closed its eyes and fell asleep.

Persephone froze for a while, but Death didn't urge him, and his sword didn't even move.

Finally, she bent over and held the short sword again. The sword inserted into the ground was very solid, and it took her a lot of effort to pull it out.The hilt of the sword was in the palm of her hand, and there were traces of sweat stains, and she held it tightly again with all her strength.

Thanadus said in a soft and flat voice, "Finally you have to use some strength. When you hold a sword, it is enough to learn two skills. The first is attack."

Persephone nodded immediately, wishing she could take out a small notebook to take class notes.What to attack and how to attack?

The Grim Reaper fell silent again as he had no desire to attack her, unable to show any murderous intent to attack?Why doesn't she even have the momentum to step on ants, or is his teaching method too radical?

Shinigami, who was teaching students for the first time, calmly changed his teaching method, "You should learn the second one first."

Persephone was actually a little moved. She could see that the god of death was really thinking about how to teach her how to swing a sword. If he didn't want to kill her, his personality was actually pretty good.

The Grim Reaper turned his wrist, pointed the sword point at the ignorant student's chest, "You learn to escape first."

Persephone held the dagger and maintained a polite smile, "Huh?"

Based on her experience of watching several martial arts TV series, shouldn't she start teaching her how to hold a sword, and then swing it a thousand times a day, and squat a horse and lift a barbell every other day to exercise her strength?What is escape?

Thanadus's face finally twitched a little, showing a kind of cold ferocity, "I will slowly chase you down and torture you little by little. You just need to run as hard as you can, and don't be cut by me." Even if you complete the teaching task."

Persephone: ... As expected, you just want to find a reasonable excuse to hack me to death, you pretentious hot chicken god!

In any case, after Persephone changed weapons, the second lesson [How to calculate the best escape route] started in a hurry.

Holding the sword, she ran around and shouted: "Tanadus, if you want to hit me, just say so, don't beat me around like this."

Thanadus didn't say a word of nonsense, he was like Persephone's silent shadow, always stuck three steps behind her, and the horizontal blade hung above her slender neck no more or less.

"Run, run far away, I will always watch you behind you." Death God calmly spoke violent words, and almost let out a terrible laugh.

Persephone was terrified, as if a hyena with a mouth full of flesh and blood was following her, waiting for her to slow down and lose her strength, and opened her mouth to bite off her neck.

This kind of dangerous situation with a knife hanging above her head and a god of death behind her made her unable to resist opening her mouth.

In the face of inescapable difficulties, a name always has a habit of popping up.

what……

Persephone bit hard without saying a word, because Hades' bad habit must be corrected if something happened, and she couldn't rely on Hades for the rest of her life.

It took only a second to be self-reliant, and the cold sword's edge was attached to her skin.Her pupils were constricted, and after her mind went blank, she realized that she had fallen directly to the ground, followed the inertia and rolled a few times, and rushed towards the complicated corridor.

Thanadus was not joking, he really wanted to torture her.

When Persephone ran past the corner of the corridor, she saw the Grim Reaper approaching again. She was also aroused and gave him a hard look.

Run faster after staring.

God of Death paused before nodding his head in agreement, finally looking a little decent.

The scene of Persephone running around and waving swords with Death made the whole palace lively.

The mural servant holding a lily and the boy holding an amphora are hiding in the dense painted flowers and peeping.

The three judges also put down their official clay tablets, and rarely stood leisurely at the door of the conference hall, watching and chatting.

"Tanadus has a younger personality." Minos said like he was eating melon seeds.

"He is used to being hated and hated by others, and it is rare to express his likes." A god who accepts hatred every day will forget to like this feeling after a long time.

Radamandis agrees with Aeacus, "Even Hades has become more lively than at Olympus."

Although the arrival of Persephone brought a large number of rebellious dead souls to the underworld, compared to these insignificant things, it was the upward vitality she brought, which made the gods who lived in the dark and humid place feel warm and comforted.

In particular, several of the judges had been human beings, and what they yearn for in their bones is definitely not the bloody style of the evil gods, but all kinds of festive and spring-like celebrations.

Persephone, who suddenly fell into the underworld, is a celebration they love to see.

This is also the reason why they can bear the burden brought by her incompatible divine power and sincerely bless Hades.

As for whether Hades will be subverted by Persephone's divine power, or whether the undead will erupt with irresistible power, that is a matter for the future, and the old social animals who only want to have fun don't care at all.

It would be a good thing to have more excitement.

As for Persephone, who is lively herself, the royal palace where she has lived for a while is not as unfamiliar as it was at the beginning, and the various circuitous and complicated corridors and stairs can no longer make her wrestle.

Although she didn't visit the entire palace, she was very familiar with the central palace complex and the surrounding road conditions.

When she was studying, she also tried to draw a map route in the palace with no purpose, and the idea of ​​running away did not completely disappear.

It's just that this ferocious and strange world hindered her from going out. Under the strict guard of Hades, she postponed the plan of how to escape, and put the goal of exercising her survivability on the agenda.

After all, this is a world of human sacrifice, slavery, war, backwardness, poverty, and gods are more terrifying than demons.

If you really return to the earth, if you don't have any strength, the experience of the first day of rebirth may happen a second time.

That's why even a guy like Reaper, who seems to have bad intentions at first glance, threw out the poisonous bait that made her stronger, and she couldn't help jumping out and biting it, just to learn more survival skills.

But getting stronger is such a heavy physical labor, it is really too hard.Running the distance of a marathon at the speed of a sprint, followed by a ghost, who can bear it.

Persephone was crying in her heart, and ran from the conference hall to the painted corridor in the internal affairs area without hesitation.

This distance made her physically exhausted, and she could only support the huge colonnade and pant violently.The trachea, heart and lungs are about to burn, and each breath is accompanied by a tingling sensation.

The copper basin full of fire oil burned irregularly shaped lights, and the shadow of the god of death twisted into thin strips and appeared from under her feet again.

He caught up again, not far behind her, and his shadow had already touched the soles of her feet.

Persephone didn't even hear any sound, only the murderous intent that followed her everywhere, poking her sense of vigilance maliciously, making her so tense that her limbs began to tremble.

Is this what it feels like to be chased by the Grim Reaper?

Anyway, people are mortal. Now that she is more familiar with the god of death, she will not be afraid when she is really paralyzed on the hospital bed and waiting for the god of death to kill her.

Persephone laughed to herself, and after adding some energy from happiness, she spread her feet and ran through the most familiar bathroom area again.After going around a few more bends, there is a grand staircase in front of it. Under the stairs is a breathable patio, and opposite the patio is another building complex.

The palace of the underworld is really too big, and Persephone has already started to feel strange here. The farthest place she has traveled by herself is the main courtyard outside the conference hall.In the middle of the wilderness, which was so empty that it seemed to be paved with stone bricks, there was a big withered tree, which made her turn back halfway through.

It's not a matter of fear, but the loneliness of the lonely ghost is too obvious. She really thinks that Hades built such a big palace is simply sick.

He lived with a bunch of drawn line people, and several judges looked like demented people who couldn't talk to each other except for work. He was not withdrawn, who was withdrawn.

Xinxin is not there at all, and he knows how to build a house on such a large site, and he is not a real estate developer, so he can still sell it to ghosts.

Persephone ran into the building while complaining. Compared with the area where she lived, it was obviously quieter and more solemn. Even the murals were geometric figures of various red and black baskets, and there were not a few line figures.

If she faced this quiet and dark place where she didn't know any danger, she must have worked hard before she dared to step in, but is there anything more dangerous than the long sword of death now?

Persephone clenched her dagger tightly, and ran into the middle room with the door open.

The god of death followed closely. He saw the brand-new decorative pattern on the door panel of the house, and tilted his head to think for a while. Is this a newly built sacrificial house?

During this period of time, Daedalus has been busy in the palace with the slave ghost responsible for carrying stones. He thought Hades was building a new storage room or something. Could it be that he was building this thing?

Persephone didn't have such a deep understanding of the architectural model here, and even ran into the house only to realize the strangeness of this place belatedly.

It is gorgeous, with richly colored murals on three huge walls.

In the middle of the room is a simple high-backed chair. Sitting on the chair is a beautiful painted pottery female god, with long and thick black hair and a crown of withered branches.A black poisonous snake wrapped around her ankle, sticking out its scarlet tongue to lick her calf, as if a living creature was slowly climbing up.

An obedient bird stood on her palm, with the underworld temperament unique to Hades, which made it hard to say how cute it is.

The statue gave her a familiar, sharp chill.

What's even more frightening is that the facial features of this statue are missing. The pale face only has a slight ups and downs of the bridge of the nose, but the mouth and eyes are missing.

In a trance, Persephone noticed a huge black shadow standing behind the statue, like a monster guarding and imprisoning the statue.

She couldn't help but took two steps back, and the black shadow disappeared, like a dizzying illusion.

Persephone breathed a sigh of relief, and then she realized that everything here was too new, and even the painted paintings had wet traces.

With her new limited knowledge, she was almost certain that this was a newly built temple.

But which god is it built for?It can only be said that the statues of the Hades are too regional, so that people can't see the beauty of the light.

Persephone felt the chill on her back again, and the Grim Reaper was catching up.She immediately clasped her hands together and worshiped the faceless god, said a few offensive words to herself, bless you for peace, and then quickly hid behind the statue.

She held her breath, tightly gripped the dagger in her hand, her finger bones were sore.

Because she was too close to the chair, her shoulder was pressed against the cold chair back, and the chill penetrated into her skin, making her shiver twice.A few flowers fell from the hair, but they didn't turn into plants to bloom more lush flowers, but withered directly into ashes.

Persephone's attention was all on the side of the god of death, and she didn't notice any abnormalities in herself, and she didn't even notice that her hair near the back of the chair was starting to be dyed black, bit by bit, eating away at her bright golden color.

The soft heart is also not consciously affected, the nervous mood, the eccentric personality that likes to think wildly, is covered by a tired coldness.

She even forgot the soreness on her fingers, and the madness and fear of chasing Thanadus.

Dark shadows appeared in her eyes, and the flowers above her head were losing moisture at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She straightened her body, which was bent because of avoidance, and looked ahead calmly without any fluctuations in her eyes.

The coldness of the chair is like a sickle that cuts through humanity, turning the person it touches into a stone without emotion.

At this moment, she didn't realize that she was strikingly similar to the pottery idol sitting on the chair, the difference was that her hair hadn't been completely dyed black, and her soft cheeks still had the blush from running.

Thanadus entered the door and saw the statue, and then his eyes stayed on the familiar chair. Isn't this the forgotten chair?

The creatures sitting on it will have stiff limbs, unable to escape, begin to forget the good time, and then identify with the dark and numb life of Hades.

Although it is only a statue of a god, it can indirectly affect the god itself.As for this look, it is from the god statue made by Hades himself - Persephone.

Thanadus didn't think there was any immorality in this. After all, Persephone was snatched by Hades, and Hades was the main god of the underworld, so Persephone belonged to the underworld.

Forgetting life on earth is a matter of course.

Moreover, the idol can also condense the power of the underworld. When her body rots in the future, the spirit will naturally have the authority and responsibility of the underworld god.

This is a slow but very caring Persephone method, as the transition is painless.

When the God of Death thought of his tragic experience of changing from the night god to the god of the underworld, even after so many years, he could still vividly remember it.Not to mention the short-armed and short-handed Persephone of the plant gods, she should cry if she was rough.

Thanadus approached the chair unhurriedly. He saw her shadow extending from the back of the chair. He planned to cut a little bit of her flesh and tell her that today's teaching was very dissatisfactory.

Then continue to increase the intensity of teaching tomorrow, at least let her run as fast as the wind to be considered qualified.

Because the knives had never stopped, and the god of death, who never held back his hand, was afraid that he would really hack her to death.In addition, after being disobedient and intimidating her, she was punished by the oath of divine power, causing the flesh on her fingers to peel off, and the feeling of holding a sword is different.

He had no choice but to focus on adjusting the strength in his hands while walking.Take it easy, take it easy...

The tip of the sword came suddenly, pierced through the black cloth, and stabbed fiercely into the abdomen without a trace of hesitation.

The long sword in Thanadus' hand was just raised high, but it didn't move, and his body stood straight like a sculpture.

And in front of him was Persephone with an indifferent face. The dagger in her hand had completely sunk into his flesh and blood, almost breaking his intestines.

The withered flowers fell from her hair and fell to their feet, with a light and tragic beauty.

Time froze for a moment, the prey became the hunter, the cruel god of death was defeated by carelessness, and even more defeated by Persephone's ferocious stabbing action without any emotional change.

Finally, when the god Persephone's blank face was stabbed, fluctuations appeared.

She blinked, as if she had just returned from sleepwalking, and finally looked down at her hands in a daze, as if she hadn't woken up.

Only then did Thanadus ask aloud, "Did you touch the chair?"

Persephone felt that this scene was a bit absurd, maybe she wanted to divert attention, so she nodded and responded, "Touch me, is there something wrong with this chair?"

She finally thought that when her shoulder rubbed against the back of the chair, her entire body suddenly left home emotionally.There was only a chill down to the hair, which gave her the courage to kill without blinking an eye, and the terrifying strength to kill without blinking an eye.

No, she pierced the sword directly into Death's stomach.

Wait, is she a godslayer now?

Before the fear came out, I heard the god of death said indifferently: "This chair was made by Hades with a piece of ghost stone. Ordinary people will have limbs festered, hair will fall, teeth will shake and start to grow old. Aging brings forgetfulness and emotional loss."

Persephone obviously lost her emotions, and it was because Hades accidentally put her own fierce power on it when shaping her god statue.She naturally took advantage of this power and stabbed him.

Persephone seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then abruptly withdrew her hand, and drew out her dagger, and backed away in two to three steps in fright, away from the chair.

Her first reaction was whether she had looked dry and wrinkled, and no one didn't care that she suddenly became five or sixty years old.Just as she was about to touch her face, she saw the god of death clutching her stomach, bending her body to breathe.

The action of touching his face immediately turned into helping him, and of course this action out of humanitarianism stopped soon, the god of death was going to hack her to death, shouldn't she congratulate this guy who can't afford to be seriously injured?

Thanadus noticed her hesitation, and immediately raised his head fiercely, "Why don't you continue?"

Persephone immediately clenched the sword again and became tough, "You don't deserve sympathy." Isn't it stupid to continue to help him at this time?

The god of death also said quickly: "You shouldn't draw the sword back, but use the blade to stir the fragile internal organs vigorously, and take advantage of the victory to kill me completely."

Persephone: "..."

I'm really sorry, I misunderstood the meaning of his words - no, she really doesn't fit in with this ghost place, can't the gods here be normal?

It's scary!

The god of death also saw her trembling fingers again, and couldn't help but glance at the chair, as if he wanted to press her there again.

Persephone took several steps back firmly again. .seven

Thanadus seemed a little pity, but he also knew that too much was too much.He changed the subject calmly, "Don't look distressed, you have done a good job in teaching today, we will continue tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, Persephone's vigilance remained the same, even the strength of his sword grip remained unchanged.

Thanadus once again wondered if he looked terrible, because he was exactly like his brother.The attitude is also trying to be close to the god of sleep, and even the words are said one by one, the rhythm is slow enough to make people fall asleep.

Why could Sleeping God please her, but he couldn't?

Thanadus was thinking puzzledly, and found that she had peeked at the forgotten chair again. He didn't know what the purpose was, so he explained plainly: "That idol is the God of Seeds, the one that could purify Hades back then. A sleeping goddess."

Purification, redemption, white moonlight.

If it was before, Persephone's bloody soul must have been burning.

But now that she suddenly heard the news about Bai Yueguang again, she actually felt a little dry in her tongue, and an unexplainable emotion welled up in her heart, as if she was beginning to feel daunted by this topic.

There was an unnatural stiffness in the way Thanadus spoke. Obviously, he failed to imitate his brother, which only made his voice sound more sinister.

"Hades built this idol with his own blood mixed with clay, and every day he rested his head on her lap and worshiped her with devout power."

This statue should have been built not long ago, but it has already condensed a lot of dark faith power from Hades. It can only have this effect if Hades comes to worship every day.

And this power made Persephone's god-like temperament not bright, but more like Hades.

When Persephone heard this, she didn't know for a moment that she should be thankful that Hades had other goals.Or should he think about whether the arrow of Cupid is starting to lose its effect, Hades remembered the entangled feelings for Bai Yueguang.

It's good news, really.

Persephone pursed her lips lightly, her grip on the sword weakened, and her emotions also affected the Grim Reaper.

One person and one god didn't say a word for a while, and there was an awkward quiet feeling of whoever speaks first and who is the dog.

In the end, Persephone sighed, "Since today's teaching has been completed, I'll go first."

After speaking, she walked to the door and observed the temple again.All kinds of gorgeous and shiny, all kinds of elaborate designs, all kinds of new and clean, everyone can see how much effort the gods put in to maintain this place.

Persephone bowed her head and fell silent for a while before saying softly, "Thank you for your earnest teaching."

She walked here, with her back turned to the god of death, and he didn't continue to attack her.Prove that he is really teaching her, not bullying her.

Although the way of teaching was so unique that it shattered her three views, she was still very grateful for his kindness.

Thanadus saw her like a dry plant, with her flowery face hanging down her limp neck, dehydrated with sullenness.

He belatedly wondered if he had said too much, she looked very unhappy.

After standing for a while, he finally realized that his belly was leaking air, and his intestines were coming out of the wound.

The golden dagger that Hades bestowed on Persephone can kill people, and even kill gods.Once cut by this sword, human souls will be harvested on the spot, and it will be difficult for gods to heal.

Thanadus stuffed the intestines back with difficulty with bony fingers, intending to go to his brother for some Olympian medicine to cure him.

In case Persephone will be taught tomorrow, the intestines will fall out again and scare her.

Persephone had no idea that her new mentor was stuffing her intestines. When she walked back to the corridor of the central building she was familiar with, she realized that the fingers holding the sword were covered with pale golden liquid.

It is divine blood.

All the suppressed emotions rushed out explosively, and her breathing was a little tight. The state of losing all emotions just now made her feel scared.

This flustered fear made her hurry up a lot.When she saw the familiar main courtyard, a black carriage happened to soar into the sky.

Persephone was so familiar with the miraculous black mist that she didn't even use her eyes to identify it.

She ran over, panting and shouting, "Hades."

Hades, who had just returned from bathing in Hades in order to strip himself of the Tartarus aura, was separated by distance and the power of Tartarus, and along with Persephone's turbulent emotions, it directly shattered his heart. Door.

His face became gloomy, and he stretched out his hand to hold her hand lightly, touching the blood on her finger and the dagger.

"Who offended you?"

It was the power of the god of death, Hades confirmed in an instant, and dismembered him before he could kill the god of death.

But Persephone's mood changed again, the fear turned into dazed and confused, like a child who couldn't find a home, seeking his poor help.

"I bumped into a chair just now..." Persephone paused, only to realize that she had become so dependent on Hades that she wanted to seek his comfort.

This is not a good sign.

But Persephone thought of Hades' face that was gentler than the dark night when they were on the golden ship.

All the hesitation turned into soft words on her lips. She told Hades that she had accepted what Death had taught her.

The killing intent on Hades' face slowly dissipated, and he stared at her seriously, "He touched you violently?"

Persephone was silent for a while, then shook her head resolutely, "It's not the problem, I just think it's not in the right state to hurt him."

Although Hades tried hard to understand her words, he was still unsuccessful in the end. He lowered his eyes and asked gently: "Shouldn't you be happy to successfully attack a god?"

Persephone had calmed down, and she finally figured out where her worries came from, "No, after I touched that chair, I became very ruthless, even if I was facing an innocent child, I would strike without hesitation. "

What she was afraid of was not stabbing herself into Death's body with a knife, but her fear of being ruthless and inhuman.

Hades used black mist to form a soft cloth, carefully wiped the blood from her fingers, and hung the short sword back on her bracelet.

He thought about Persephone's words before saying, "Don't you like the state of being emotionless?"

Persephone didn't hesitate, "Are people still human without feelings?"

Hades wiped for a moment, and his voice sank a bit, as if to induce something: "What if, you become a god?"

Persephone felt a little itchy in her fingers, and couldn't help moving her fingertips, "If you become a god and have no emotions, it's not interesting like it was just now."

It's really boring, that kind of appearance that is as cold as a dead thing, even killing it without moving, even if she is a god, she is not uncommon.

Hades looked at her silently for a long time before turning his eyes away to look in the direction of the newly built sacrificial house, and replied, "If you don't like it, it won't be like that in the future."

Persephone breathed a sigh of relief, then she frowned again, and finally realized that her appearance was like a chick returning to its nest, and the little tadpole found its mother.

When Hades has become her nest, even a comforting word can make her feel at ease.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too warm, Persephone asked naturally, "Hades, did you make the idol in that temple yourself?"

Hades nodded honestly, "Yes."

Persephone unconsciously gripped his fingers forcefully, and said with imperceptible tension in her tone, "You still like the owner of the statue, don't you?"

Hades continued to nod honestly, "Yes."

"..."

There was a dead silence in the air.

Persephone responded blankly: "Oh."