[Greek Mythology] The Possibility of Male Gods and Female Clothes

Before this attack, Lachesis had no contact with the fate of the gods at all.The two relatives understood him, and he had always accepted their indulgence, but he didn't expect that in the end he would suffer the consequences.

Clotho holds a silk thread in his hand, which is the fate of Kronos, the king of the gods who is now in charge of the gods.

In the long and endless life, Cronus spent his youth in fear. It was when their father Uranus was still ruling the gods. His cruelty and strength have always made his children They trembled with fear.Finally, with the help of Gaia, Cronus deposed his father from the throne and became the new God King.

However, the cruelty and suspicion of their father and son are handed down in one continuous line.

Lachesis' fingers stroked the silk thread, and the heat generated by the friction was like the boiling flame of revenge in his heart, burning on the thread of Cronus' fate.

The God of Destiny can change the established destiny, as long as it does not resist the node stipulated by the law.

The golden lottery appeared around Lachesis, and he picked it up casually, and the words on it made the corners of his lips twitch.

Throwing it on the closest line of fate, Lachesis said: "The gods are about to welcome their queen."

Clotho tapped on it with his hand, and echoed, "The Queen of God will give birth to a group of brave and courageous children."

Atropes also understood, and pronounced the sentence in a deep voice: "There is a child who will turn the curse of Uranus into reality."

The sky changed suddenly, dark clouds covered the clear sky, thunder and lightning were no longer under the control of the gods, and amidst the violent wind and torrential rain, Lachesis' golden godhead gradually grew stronger.

It is a road to climb up with the fate of Cronus as a pedal.

The gods panicked, staring at the sky beyond their control, where the power of law was roaring.

Something is falling upon them.

Cronus sat on the throne of the gods, and he could see the terrified expressions of the gods at a glance.

"Quiet!" His expression was very ugly, and his emotions were on the verge of rage.

Themis sat on his right, calm as ever: "You are in a bad mood."

Kronos gave him a warning look, and reprimanded: "This is not what you should ask, sister."

Themis stared at him as if looking at some strange creature.

Under such gazes, Kronos felt that there was nothing to hide from the thoughts in his heart.

He is afraid of Themis' abilities, but he also relies on them. Kronos always has the illusion that Themis, who follows the rules, may go longer than him.

This delusion only appeared occasionally, and whenever the small flame of the idea was raised, Kronos would snuff it out.

As the king of the gods, he is the one who will sit on the throne for a long time.

The vision caused the gods to panic, and this panic spread to the human beings on the ground along with the various phenomena caused by their emotions.

In this era, fire is a very scarce resource, and natural disasters are very terrifying to human beings.

The human beings hiding in the cave shivered and prayed for the blessing of the gods.

The young leader looked at the terrified clan in the cave, his expression was full of guilt and worry.

He has followed the will of the heavenly father and done what he should do, so why can't the disaster forgive him and his people.

On the top of the huge mountain, Prometheus, the father of mankind, gazed at the sky, with sorrow flashing in his eyes.

The catastrophe of mankind has come.

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The vision ended quickly, but the turmoil and horror it brought still existed deep in the minds of all things.

The vision brought by the law is more terrifying than the gods, as if it wants to tear everything apart and turn the world upside down.The soul roared with the universe, and finally returned to silence.

This is the revelation that foreshadows the fall of the God King, caught in the storm, it is amazing.

After the rain, the sky is clear, the sky is as clear as washing, like the clearest soul.

Lachesis withdrew the gold sign, heralding that his revenge had come to an end for the time being.

Clotho rolled up the silk thread and asked, "What about the human?"

At the beginning, she gave that human being a peaceful life, but she did not expect that the other person would become the fuse to hurt Lachesis instead.

Lachesis was indifferent: "Golden humans and god-kings coexist, and they will eventually walk on the same path."

It's just that fragile humans are different from gods after all. What Cronus may lose is his throne, but what humans face is destruction.

Without his deliberate revenge, the golden humans will eventually usher in their own destiny.

Atropes stroked his hair and comforted him softly: "You gave him a soul, let him understand emotions, and he will eventually doubt

End his life together with the golden human in guilt. "

Lachesis nodded, without any more emotion, leaving only some regret.

From now on, the hometown that is so far away that he seems to be untouchable has completely become an untouchable secret buried deep in his heart.

Not wanting to infect the two relatives with his melancholy, Lachesis smiled: "It was a blessing in disguise, and my godhead has recovered a lot."

"Really, I want to see it." Clotho followed his wish and happily grabbed his arm and asked.

Lachesis showed them the specific situation of the godhead, and there was nothing to guard against between them.

This kind of trust was invaluable after Kronos' attack, and Atropos and the others were relieved.

It seems that the results of this attack are good in every respect.

However, Kronos is still heading towards his ultimate destiny.

Their revenge has never been more than a frontal battle, but to use everything they can, so that all things can assist them, and make Cronus go to his hopeless fate.

Clotho asked: "Who should we look for next?"

Lachesis: "The goddess of vengeance, I think they will be interested."

Restlessness, jealousy, revenge.The three Goddesses of Nemesis are in charge of the priesthood respectively. These three goddesses are quite fair. As long as they judge that the revenge is reasonable, they will basically realize their wishes.

Lachesis didn't understand what their rationale was, but he felt that he would definitely be able to impress the other party.

The turmoil caused by the alternation of a generation of rulers must also become nourishment for the other party's godhead, and Lachesis does not believe that they will not be interested.

Lachesis: "I will go by myself when the time comes, you don't have to follow me."

Cloto was a little worried: "Is it really not necessary?" He was afraid that Kronos would take the opportunity to do it again, and she was now very hostile to the king of gods.

Atropos suggested: "Let's invite the other party to meet."

This proposal was responded to by Clotho, and they persuaded for a long time together, finally getting Lachesis to agree to this insignificant request.

Lachesis called two servants, and Arada and Anthea came in at the same time, but their faces were different.

Anthea, who was already fragile, looked even more haggard, and tears seemed to condense in her eyes, which would fall together with her sorrow.Arada is relatively normal, and she has the respect she deserves when facing Lachesis, but the worry in her eyes doesn't just disappear.

Lachesis swiped lightly, and found that above the line of Anthea's fate, the line related to emotion was shining with ominous light.

so fast?

The previous human made his feelings for Anthea more complicated, and he didn't have too many troubles that shouldn't exist, and his heart became much colder when he saw her fate happen.

It's just that Anthea's state doesn't look like she can fulfill his request.

"Arada." Lachesis said.

Arada bowed his head respectfully, expressing his submission.

Lachesis was slightly satisfied: "Go to the temple of Erinyes and convey my invitation."

Arada closed his eyes and agreed: "Yes."

Anthea waited for a long time, and only got a faint sentence to leave, her already pale complexion was as white as paper, and her spirit was not very good.

After she left, Clotho frowned, a little unhappy.

"Anthea's attitude is too bad, she doesn't have the duty that a follower should have at all."

Lachesis' tone was light: "It should be because of an emotional problem."

Clotho was dissatisfied: "That's not the reason why she was in a trance when facing you." Her voice softened, as if she was acting like a baby in Lachesis' ears.

Lachesis reassured: "I will talk to her."

In fact, there is another reason for not letting Anthea in addition to her emotional outbursts, which is to protect her safety.

Arada's thread of fate is completely fine. In comparison, Anthea, who has a very bad fate, is very likely to encounter danger. This is also the reason why she is not allowed to convey her words.

However, Clotho, who was partial to his relatives, was even more unhappy, so Lachesis quietly concealed this meaning.

When Lachesis sat alone in the palace after seeing off the two relatives, he fell silent.

The stone bed, which was not a problem at first, became scorching hot, and it was burning under it. When I sat down, I felt that everything was wrong.

Lachesis felt awkward for a long time before opening his palm, revealing what had been hidden in his hand.

It was a piece of feather, on the golden feathers, every feature was fully revealed, shining with a scorching brilliance, it still looked so beautiful without its owner.

This was held when Eros blocked Cronus' attack.At that time, his eyes were covered, and there was darkness in front of him. He couldn't see anything, so he could only stretch out his hand and grab it, but he didn't expect the feather to fall into the palm of his hand.

Perhaps it was because the scene when he was rescued was so beautiful that Lachesis wanted to leave something behind, and by accident, this feather has remained until now.

With four fingers curled up, grasping the feathers, Lachesis's white earlobe turned slightly red.

There seems to be something wrong with collecting things that belong to men.

The author has something to say: Lachesis: Something is wrong, everything is wrong.

Eros: No, not at all.