[Greek mythology] Apollo's counterattack plan

"Well, it's not about money." Plato didn't expect that the priest wouldn't get in. "We just want to be handymen. Why didn't you agree?"

Els was also depressed. These two young people couldn't make sense.

It's a pity that he is restricted by the oath and can't say anything, otherwise he really wants to tell the truth of the matter desperately.As long as you can stop them, you can do anything.

"No matter what you say," Els said firmly, "I will not take you to the temple."

"Really?" Plato's face sank, and he lost the last bit of patience, "What if we committed an extremely serious crime?"

Elski asked, "For example?"

"For example... intending to murder the priest." Plato stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and grabbed his neck.

Ayers's throat was rattling, his eyes wide open, his mouth open, his hands flailed in the air, and finally he caught Plato's arm, twisting and pinching, but the young man's muscles were like As strong as iron, the arm does not move.The strength in the palm was still slowly increasing, and the poor priest almost lost his breath.

It wasn't until Plato let go that the pressure on his neck lightened, and he couldn't wait to take several breaths of air.

He coughed non-stop, and he was so angry that he was half dead. I kindly let you live, but I didn't expect you to be ungrateful.

"Now, are we qualified to be handymen?" Plato waited for him to get better and asked.

"Okay, okay, if you want to go, go, but I want to warn you, don't regret it later." Els coughed displeasedly.

He stroked his neck and coughed for a long time before he calmed down.

"However, you can go, but your companion can't." Ayers said again, "He hasn't committed any crime. If you really need money, then you alone are enough, and you don't need to send your money." Companion dragged into the water."

Apollo smiled: "Master Priest, I also know how to choke my neck."

Els stepped back several steps in a row, and took a defensive stance.

As a priest who has dealt with murderers for many years, he is not incapable at all.

Just now, he was caught off guard and let the young man take the lead.Not anymore.

not to mention……

He looked Apollo up and down. This blond beauty looked weak and weak. He had no strength. Even if he took the initiative to pinch his neck, he might not be able to pinch her.

So he sneered and said, "Then, just try."

A quarter of an hour later...

Els burst into tears and regretted it.

Apollo clapped his hands and asked gently: "Now, can you take us there?"

The priest had no choice but to obey.

The three of them walked for a long time in a carriage, and finally came to the Pillars of Atlantis.

Looking at it closely, this pillar is more like a wall, and as far as the line of sight goes, not even a single arc can be seen.

Ayers traced the engraved pattern with his finger, muttering a spell.

Plato and Apollo looked at each other, thinking in their hearts, luckily they came with the priest, otherwise, even if they knew there was a way, they wouldn't be able to get in.

After Ayers muttered for a long time, there was a bang on the copper pillar, and a door opened. The inside was extremely spacious, and the stairs spiraled upwards, and the height was unknown.

"Okay, I'm already responsible for opening the door," Ayers wiped his sweat, and it took him a lot of energy to read the spell, "You go in, go straight ahead, there is a door at the top, just go out from there Now, someone will take care of you."

Plato nodded and thanked him.

Ayers watched the door close in front of his eyes, feeling very complicated, with a bit of regret in his pleasure.

Hmph, dare to offend the great priest, you will know how you died later.

But, alas, what a pity, this was the first time he had seen such a beautiful young man.

Plato and Apollo climbed up the stairs.I don't know how long it took, but the stairs finally came to an end.

Walking up the last step, there is a huge room in front of you. The roof is no longer green sea water, but crystal clear colorless crystal.

The sun was hanging above the sky, and the golden sunlight shone directly through the roof, making the room radiant.

Apollo cheered.

After so many days, he finally saw the sun.

Plato ignored the pain in his eyes, stared dumbfounded at the rising sun, and exclaimed: "Is this the sun mentioned in the book? It turned out to look like this, and it really looks like a big fireball. My God, the sun is shining on you." It feels really comfortable, it’s completely different from the Pillars of Atlantis.”

He was amazed, when suddenly, a great force pulled him away in a certain direction.Before he could react, his body had already flown towards the center of the room.There, a pearl the size of a human head hangs in the middle of the house, and there are several octopus-like tentacles protruding from the wall to hold it firmly.

Plato was sucked by that force and stuck to the pearl. The tentacles of the octopus next to him stretched out, with small thorns on the tip, which poked a hole in his wrist, and the blood flowed out immediately, like a stick. Thin thread, although the amount is small, but continuous.The blood dripped onto the milky white pearl, revealing a faint red light.At the same time, several faces appeared on the wall, including men, women and children, and all of them grinned maliciously.

Plato wanted to hold back his screams and break free by himself, but his limbs were tightly bound and he couldn't move at all.And his strength was rapidly draining along with the blood.

He had to shout for help.

Apollo has been looking up at the sky, ecstatic, oblivious to what happened.After hearing Plato's call, he realized that he was startled, and quickly flew towards him, intending to tear off those octopus tentacles with his hands.

But those soft things seemed to have a life of their own, extremely cunning, and when they saw Apollo approaching, they did not confront him head-on, but just dodged left and right, while protecting the big blood-sucking pearl.

At the same time, the faces on the wall let out stern laughter, as if mocking the powerlessness of the God of Light.

When Plato saw that even the gods were helpless, he didn't care about his own safety, and hurriedly shouted to Apollo: "Don't worry about me, this place is weird, you go out quickly, the door is over there."

Apollo glanced at it, and found that a door was indeed opened on the corner of one side of the wall.

But he can't control that much, Plato is at stake, and he can't leave him behind no matter what.

But those octopus tentacles are indeed very flexible, and Apollo can't help them for a while.

And those strange faces on the wall, although they couldn't cause any real damage, but the laughter added together made people's mind turbulent, and their minds began to dizzy.

Apollo took a step back, thought for a while, then tore off the two corners of the clothes, crumpled the cloth, and plugged his ears.

He stopped chasing those octopus tentacles, anyway, he couldn't catch up. Instead, he took out his silver bow and golden arrows, and kept pulling the bowstring towards those moving things.

In an instant, there seemed to be several golden lights flashing in the room, a small part was nimbly dodged by the tentacles, but most of them were inserted into the soft flesh.

Those octopus tentacles trembled, but they didn't back down. At the same time, the blood on Plato's body flowed more violently. It was originally a tiny thin thread, but now it became a spring, bubbling continuously.

As the blood surged more and more, the pearls became more and more red, and the wounds received by each tentacle were being repaired quickly. They shook the golden arrow and fell to the ground.

Apollo snorted, and when he wound up again, he aimed at the pearl.Obviously, those tentacles are only secondary, and this pearl-like thing is the culprit.

He changed his archery technique, the arrow in the front just shot out, and the arrow in the back followed the tail of the other arrow, following the same arc and hiding at the same angle.

The very center of the pearl is constantly struck by golden arrows.

The first arrow touched its surface, scratched just a little, and fell away.

A second arrow followed, poking a small hole in it before it fell

And the third arrow extended the small hole and went in a little more.

Those octopus tentacles seemed to have discovered Apollo's plan, and they came to stop him one after another. However, they were afraid of his divine power, and they trembled and dared not move forward halfway.

Just like that, under the continuous attack of the golden arrow, there was a sudden bang, and countless holes were cracked on the surface of the pearl.

As soon as the octopus tentacles were loosened, Plato fell down, and the wound on his wrist automatically stopped, and no more blood gushed out.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the pearls and octopus tentacles were broken into countless pieces and fell from mid-air.

And the faces on the wall stopped laughing and screaming one by one, scrambling to shrink into the wall.

Apollo looked around the walls around the hall with an increasingly surprised expression on his face.

He recognized it, each face representing a dead soul.These people may have been sucked dry by this big pearl-like thing and died.

From the expressions on their faces, it can be seen that their resentment is already extremely strong, and they have a mocking attitude towards any human being who may suffer the same fate.

But the question is, after they died, why didn't they go to the underworld, instead they were imprisoned on the wall and became something like decorations?

As far as Apollo knew, Hades was not a generous guy, on the contrary, he was so stingy that he was unwilling to let go of any things and souls that belonged to his jurisdiction.

So, why did he allow so many dead souls to linger in the world?Is it because he also acquiesces that Atlantis is the independent kingdom of Poseidon?

For the first time, Apollo had an idea about the relationship between Poseidon and Pluto.

At this moment, all the faces disappeared, and the whole room fell into a sudden silence.

However, this silence lasted only for a very short moment. Suddenly, the room shook violently.

Apollo and Plato both stretched out their hands and supported each other.

"What's going on?" Apollo asked in surprise, "Is it an earthquake? Or a volcanic eruption?"

"What are those?" Plato looked confused, and without waiting for Apollo to answer, he said, "I don't know what happened just now. I have lived in Atlantis for such a long time, and I have never Never experienced anything like this.”

"Forget it, never mind," Apollo said, "let's go out."

With freedom only a foot away, he couldn't wait to get out of Atlantis.

Plato nodded.