[Greek mythology] I am Chaos

In the hands of Tartarus, the bright black stone began to crack, and little by little it turned into a blue bird. Hovering above Ross's head, the blue wings slowly unfolded, and there were continuous icy blue light spots falling from behind the bird's beautiful tail.

When Chaos saw the bird appear, he silently stepped aside. The darkness perfectly hid Chaos' figure, and also covered the corners of Chaos' upturned mouth.

In the eyes of Khaos, Tartarus's black hair turned dark blue, and his originally black eyes also turned into a deep blue, cold and empty, and the deep and deep lines of the male face gradually softened. , the skin also began to become crystal clear and fair, the bones began to become thinner, and the waist became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye. On this slender body, the male god's loose clothes looked fat, and a pair of delicate collarbones were exposed from the neckline. The chest also bulged...

All of this was completed in an instant, and Chaos looked at the beauty who had just been baked and said suspiciously: "Is this what you are?" There was an expression of surprise and amazement on his face.

Tartarus felt the two heavy lumps on his chest with a dark face: "Of course not, it's all that bird."

After Tartarus said this, the beautiful bird was swallowed by darkness with a shrill cry, leaving only an icy blue feather floating in the air, and this feather was falling Sometimes it was directly swallowed by the abyss.

Of course Chaos is very aware of this, but Chaos is a bad taste, or this is the inspiration from Aether and Hemera, even these two little brats can play freely in this world, Not to mention Chaos himself, Chaos is the most qualified god to play with this world, not one of them.

And it doesn’t matter even if it’s broken, anyway, for Chaos, it’s completely possible to rebuild the world after destroying it, but it still takes a lot of energy. The power of chaos is very precious. He is not a prodigal, so be careful when looking for fun, after all, the seemingly endless power of chaos is a one-time resource.

However, descendants are not descendants after all, and Chaos still doesn't have many feelings. He loves the world, which is one of his few feelings, but it's just for this ruthless person.

He is no longer a human being. Whether he is active or passive at the moment of rebirth, there will always be only Chaos in the chaos. Chaos will swallow human souls. If the soul of an ordinary person lives in chaos in exile, is It will be assimilated by chaos within a short period of time.

The memory gradually disappears, the action gradually becomes stagnant, and the quality gradually disappears, until it is truly swallowed by chaos...

And instinct had already made a choice for Chaos.

To survive, or to perish?

This is the luckiest point for Chaos, not everyone has a soul that can bend and stretch, but Chaos does not know this, he only regards his own existence as the favor of the laws in the thousands of worlds.

Tartarus didn't know why he suddenly felt a chill from the soles of his feet rushing directly to his heart. Tartarus felt that he probably felt this way because he became a woman this time.

What does it feel like for a man to become a woman?Surprised, or at a loss?

But a god doesn't feel this way at all. In Hebrew mythology, angels, the closest creatures to gods, have no gender, and the gods in Greek mythology don't pay as much attention to gender distinctions as mortals.

Although Tartarus was teased by these two little ghosts, he was not as furious as Aether and Hemera imagined.

Tartarus said: "I'll go change my clothes first." Since she has a woman's appearance, she must wear women's clothes. The current appearance is really nondescript.

There is not much difference between the clothes of men and women in ancient Greece, except that men's clothes look looser than women's clothes, and the clothes on the lower body are longer.

Tartarus trembled at the two lumps on his chest, turned around and walked out with his slender waist swaying. The man's clothes looked too loose after all, and half of his delicate and beautiful shoulders came out of Tartarus' black robe. It was exposed, and the long dark blue hair was draped softly over the shoulders, looking beautiful and slutty.

Chaos looked at the back of Tartarus with a gentle smile on his mouth, and the look in his eyes was a kind of playfulness. Chaos probably never thought that he would be looked at with such eyes, let alone The man who sees himself in this way is his father God above himself.

"Hush!" Aether put her middle finger in front of her lips, then turned her head and glanced at the door. Big eyes.

Hemera looked at Aether's strange expression and said, "Aether, what's wrong with you, are you unhappy that you have succeeded?"

Aether has also had enough of her elder sister's dullness, and she is afraid that the current Hemera will say something that will expose what the two of them have done, although Nix will not let others put himself and Hemera together. How about it, but she said to herself and Hemera that she would do it without any scruples. Anyway, the two second-generation gods, herself and Hemera, were both rough-skinned and thick-skinned. It's better to increase some skills in your own hands."

Although Aether and Hemera will not be hit by ordinary punches and kicks, they still don't want to be beaten. After all, even second-generation gods still suffer from pain, and their faces are alike. The bruised and purple look is not good-looking at all. Both of them are people who care about face, and they don't want to be laughed at because of this.

Aether quickly glared at Hemera. Hemera had never been treated like this by Aether, but it is really rare to see Aether like this now. Although the pair of black eyes were staring Looked at Hemera but almost didn't say "Please, auntie".

After all, Hemera and Aether are twin siblings, and there is still some tacit understanding. Hemera turned her head following Aether's line of sight, and her face immediately became stiff when she saw Nix standing at the door. He stammered and said, "Mother, Mother God".

Looking at her naughty child Nix, she smiled. Of course, she could see that something must have happened to the pair of siblings, but she was not as unreasonable as the two imagined. Originally, Among the gods, the strength is judged by their bloodlines. Among the second-generation gods, no god in this world can surpass their own children. Although Gaia has many children now, Uranus is the creator god after all. The status of the child's child is naturally lower, and his partner Erebus is also a first-generation god, and the difference is obvious.

Both Hemera and Aether are the most honorable second-generation gods, and the gods have always been respected by the strongest. In Nix's view, there is nothing wrong with these two people teasing those gods.

The reason why Nix would teach these two children a lesson occasionally is just to enjoy the fun of being a mother. In the life of a god, his own child is a part of his own body. Nix endured the discomfort of weakening strength willingly. gave birth to these two children.

Nix felt that of course he had the right to teach and play with his two children. These two children belonged to him, just like a cat playing with its own tail. There was nothing wrong with it, even a matter of course.

Nix just played with Erebus two people today, and now he is not in the mood to play with these two children. Nix admired the nervousness of his two children for a while and said: "What do you two do?" What's interesting?"

Nix said that these two people don't need to be taught more, but he remembers that these two children often do some interesting things, and he can still take them over to play sometime.

Aether felt that it was great that she was not beaten, but she was the last one left, and she was really reluctant. Aether smiled flatteringly: "Mother God, can you..."

Nix frowned and interrupted Aether's unfinished sentence: "Huh?"

Before Aether could respond, Hemera immediately took out a wooden box from the cabinet next to the two of them, ran to Nix to open the box, pointed to the stone inside and explained the function of the stone in detail.

Aether said that she really didn't want to see Hemera's dog-legged appearance, but she still endured the pain in her heart and looked at Nix with a flattering expression, occasionally opening her mouth to add what Hemera didn't say completely.

In fact, Aether's appearance is not very good, that reluctant expression is even more distorted than Hemera's expression.

Nix looked at this unremarkable stone and said: "It turns out that it can be used to change the gender of gods, and the first generation gods are okay?" You can take it to Erebus for a try. I haven't seen a female Erebus yet. And Rebus!

Can Aether say that this thing was originally made for the first generation of gods?

Hemera ignored Aether's stiff face, and continued: "Mother God, of course, this book—"

Aether interrupted Hemera's words: "This is what the two of us specially made for you and Father God."

Hemera came back to her senses, and secretly rejoiced that Aether interrupted herself in time, otherwise she would have spoken out without restraint. If Nix knew what she and Aether were doing, she would definitely Inevitably, another good beating will be given.