Chaos God

As soon as Sisyphus returned to the Sagittarius Palace, he found his junior sister lying on the stone bed rolling around, muttering while rolling: "Why doesn't it work again, why doesn't it work again! Feeling it! Why is it gone now! Do you want me to jump off the cliff again?!"

Sisyphus didn't take it seriously at first, but when he heard that a certain girl wanted to jump off a cliff, he immediately took it seriously, and pulled her up from the stone bed in a cold sweat, "What are you doing? As for jumping off a cliff?! "Atalanta looked tearfully at his senior brother through the mask——Sisyphus swore he would never think of staring at his little dog with wet, pitiful eyes...in fact...he didn't I will tell others that I seem to be able to see the tearful expression of my little sister through the mask-well, let’s not get too deep into this kind of thing...

Just that tone of voice could reveal the extremely depressed mood of his junior sister, so he had no choice but to sit next to Atalanta and smooth her hair, "What's the matter?" He already looked like a little brother, ten-year-old Xi Xu Firth strives to be on par with Aiolus, striving to be as wise, benevolent and courageous as his master.

"Let's not talk about the speed of sound fist, Xiaoyu has experienced it once, and I don't know how to use it at all, the speed of light fist..." Atalanta jumped up and grabbed Sisyphus by the collar, "Sisyphus! Tell me How on earth did you do it!" Because Atalanta couldn't grasp the true meaning of the small universe for a long time, she was so distressed that she wanted to grab all her hair - she had clearly promised to become a saint, In the end, I couldn't even master the small universe—how could I practice the moves of a saint without a small universe?Without the protection of the small universe, how can he punch the speed of sound punch or even the speed of light punch? !

"Do what?" Sisyphus was at a loss.

"Small Universe! Sonic Fist!" Atalanta's character is actually quite strong, and when she uttered these two nouns, she cried a little, "How did you do it! Have you ever thought about your own fists?" What will it look like when you hit it at the speed of sound?! Have you never thought about how the sonic punch is done?!"

"The support of the small universe can enable us to punch the speed of sound punch or even the speed of light punch above that. As for the punch of the speed of sound punch without the protection of the small universe..." Sisyphus did not break Atalanta's grasp Rubbing the paws of his collar, he just stretched out his hand and rubbed Atalanta's shaggy hair because of rolling on the stone bed like a good brother, "I never thought about this, I just punched it out."

"what?"

"Why do you think so much?" Sisyphus looked at his little sister earnestly, "Just throw your fist, and what will happen after you throw your fist, don't you only know after you throw your fist? "

"..." Atalanta had nothing to say, could it be said that she knew that if she punched a sonic punch, her fists might be cut to bloody blood by the flowing air at the speed of sound, but... her eyes moved to Xi There was a thick layer of bandages on Sysphus's hands. She knew that even for such a young Sisyphus, his hands were as rough as old pine trees that had experienced a hundred years of wind and frost, full of scars and calluses .

The power of the small universe comes from the "true self" and the power of life. It is not bound by various "relative truths" in this world, but the world is bound to be bound by those "relative truths", and the subconscious "disbelief", The subconscious thinks it is "impossible", so among all living beings, only a handful of people can comprehend the small universe that is the true meaning of life and consciousness - the power that bursts out of the body is inherent, but is gradually being used by those who are living. Forgotten by those displaced in the torrent.

To comprehend the small universe requires not only talent, but also hard training and indomitable spirit beyond everything.

Atalanta doesn't think she is a gifted existence like Sisyphus, so she can only use hard training to make up for the lack of talent, but according to her current state of being unable to comprehend and use it in this small universe, she talks about What makes up for the deficiency?She frowned in distress and sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

The dejected look was clear even through the mask. Sisyphus reached out and rubbed her little head. Seeing that Atalanta lowered her head and said nothing, Sisyphus laughed, "Atalanta, shall I teach you how to use a bow and arrow?" This conscientious senior brother showed a somewhat naive smile to his little junior sister. Although he knew where Atalante's distress came from at the moment, Not understanding the reason for her distress, he had to talk about something else to distract his little sister.

"Will you teach me?" Atalanta hugged her legs, leaned her face on her knees and looked at him sideways.

The latter nodded seriously, showing a reassuring smile.

"Okay!" The little girl jumped up, "First of all, don't say I'm stupid."

"I'm just talking about you. Don't cry if your hands are cut by the bowstring." As Sagittarius candidates, they must train their shooting skills, because the Sagittarius Saint Cloth is equipped with the legendary golden bow and arrow that can kill gods— —Although it is said to be a golden bow and arrow, it is made of the same material as the holy cloth. The golden scepter in Athena's hand has the same effect as the golden bow and arrow. The golden dagger was firmly sealed with a seal.

Although the colors are bright and shiny, none of them are made of gold, but rarer minerals. As for what it is, Sisyphus can't tell. It is said that it was produced on an ancient continent that has sunk , It is said that there is a living "God's Ore" - the reason why he knew this was when he and his master Aiolus sent the damaged holy clothes to Jamil for repair, and he asked the elders there out of curiosity.

"Stupid Sisyphus, I won't cry."

And when he taught Atalanta how to practice archery in a secluded place in the sanctuary, the little girl still cut her hand, and the bright red liquid gushed out, covering Atalanta's entire finger , dripping on the soil along the gap between her fingers, Atalanta burst into tears of pain, but because she said she would never cry before, she gritted her teeth and swallowed the sound of crying pain ——Absolutely, absolutely don’t be looked down upon by Sisyphus, absolutely don’t cry, and you can’t let him know when you cry!

Sisyphus looked at his little sister who was covering his hands, couldn't help sighing, took out the bandage that had been kept nearby, pulled her to sit aside and began to help her bandage - he himself was cut by a bowstring He had been cut countless times, and he knew how painful it was—however, Atalanta didn't cry the first time she was cut, unlike himself.

He was about the same age as Atalanta when he was cut by the bowstring for the first time. At that time, the whole body was crying, with snot and tears, and he was ashamed to think about it now.

Compared to herself, Atalanta is really much stronger.

Carefully helping his little sister bandage the wound, Sisyphus was worried that she would not be able to skillfully use the small universe—how could this go on?The next training will be more and more difficult. If she can't really use her small universe and understand the true meaning of the small universe, then sooner or later she will not be able to bear such high-intensity training.

Thinking of this, Sisyphus couldn't help feeling worried.

But he really can't help much, she can only solve it by herself.

Come on, Atalanta, I will always cheer for you.Thinking of this, Sisyphus showed an encouraging smile to his little sister.

Then Atalanta was inevitably blinded by his bright smile.

The author has something to say: The network at home is not stable, and sometimes there is no network--plus Kawenka's death is enough to squeeze out such a little

By the way, resistance!Give me back Brother Hui!Why hasn't he come out yet! ! ! ! !