[Comprehensive] Mother of the Gods

This "brother" who needs Athena to give to Cybele, Zeus gave him a name called Dionysus, which is different from the name Sabathius that Kybele took, and this name is more low-key.

But this does not prevent this newly born little god from obtaining a priesthood related to him in the hands of Zeus.

When he was sent to Cybele, he took hold of the ivy with one of his little hands and the vine with the other.

However, this little god who had just been born and was sent from Zeus to Cybele was not well. He was out of breath from crying, and refused to eat. He just kept crying, and Gilgamesh Shi Shi tried to coax him, but he gave up after being patted twice by his little hand.

When Cybele was holding Dionysus at a loss, a moving flute came from a distance. Dionysus stopped crying immediately when he heard the sound of the flute, and instead hugged Cybele. smiling face to giggle.

The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and Dionysus even let go of Kubele's hair, and stretched out his hand as if trying to catch the moving music floating in the air.

Gradually, the piper could see clearly, but his appearance was really not flattering - the other party was a Sadir god, with the unique horns and legs of a lamb, and half as long, holding a The bone flute was playing.

"Great Godmother, Your Royal Highness Kubele, who rejuvenates the earth, I can see your face with my eyes and make me bathe in glory." The god Sadir, who had never met before, stopped playing and turned to Kubele Bow down and salute.

"What's your name?" Dionysus' crying was stopped by the sound of his flute, and Cybele admired his ability.

"The little god is Marsyas..." God Sadir bowed respectfully and humbly in front of Cybele, "Because he is good at playing the flute, when he heard His Highness Dionysus crying in glory, Just rashly comfort him with the sound of my flute..."

"You did a good job." Cybele patted Dionysus, who seemed to want to grab Marsyas's horns with his hand. Because he was far away, he kept poking his head out, but the short The short hands still couldn't grasp the horns, so he flattened his mouth and wanted to cry.

Marsyas hurriedly and cautiously stood up and let the little god who had just been born play with his horns.

He was originally a little Sadir god who was good at playing the flute. His flute made birds and animals follow him docilely. He was eager to use his flute to comfort him when he heard the loud cry of the baby. he.

It's just that he didn't expect that the crying child who was soothed by his flute was actually Kubler's child.

He carefully hugged Dionysus who was holding on to his goat horns and refused to let go, peeking at the noble Godmother, Sadir had a lustful nature, as a small forest god, they would chase the water fairy and rob her They, but facing the high-ranking beautiful goddess, they only dared to cower and peek aside.

Facing Kubler's compliment, he bowed his head respectfully, "It is my highest honor to serve you, the goddess."

"Then follow me."

His flute reminded her of something she had long left behind, and now that Dionysus needed a place to grow, her almond grove was not the right place - the child was born to be wandering In exchange for many beliefs.

So she thought so, turned her head and said to Gilgamesh, "My son, are you going to visit the place where you were born?" She told him earlier that he came from a small town He was carried back by himself on the city wall of the city, but he was ten years old and hadn't returned to his hometown to see it.

Gilgamesh thought about the current situation where he was being targeted by Apollo, and thought that he could be regarded as a young man who could handle himself—although he was only ten years old—but he was raised by the gods!

Gilgamesh, who drank Hera's milk until weaned, said that he could make a career at the age of ten.

"You really don't have to force it, I can take you to Nisa Mountain to live temporarily, and I will let you return to your hometown when you are 12 years old, and I can give you a lot of good things." Kubler thought Take Gilgamesh to Nysa Mountain, hand over Dionysus to the care of the Flying Apsaras on Nysa Mountain, and then take Gilgamesh to blackmail... No, it is to ask for the artifact of the gods to act as his own. A coming-of-age gift for the son of man.

Hearing that there are good things to get, Gilgamesh, who has followed Athena for many years and has not learned anything else, is the first to light up his skill points. Bar!"

"..." What about your integrity!Kubler, who was posed by the innocent-looking and well-behaved Gilgamesh, looked at him with a shy face, obviously excited, and then said, "Is there anything good to get? Then what are you waiting for!" Gilgamesh Varied.

God, what did Athena teach you?

Naroyan, do you have enough weapons reserves?

But no matter what, this calf candy's ability to coax people is indeed worthy of being brought out by Athena. The sweet words of her mouth can make any goddess in the world dizzy.

So under the offensive of this kind of sweet talk, Cybele took this Gilgamesh and Dionysus to Mount Nysa - there was also a Marsyas who was used to serve Dionysus .

But the musician's job was simply to blow Dionysus' flute when he needed it to soothe him.

Kubler also has a disciple in his hand, but she doesn't know how to play this golden flute, which is a covenant for her.

When she was heading to Nisa Mountain, far away in a dungeon used to detain important criminals in Motuluo Kingdom, the young woman's stomach moved slightly. This was already her eighth child.

Six children had been thrown to the ground and killed by their cruel uncle, and the seventh child had been miscarried, and this eighth child was the child mentioned in the prophecy that caused her to experience the pain of bereavement.

Devoji clutched her stomach in pain, and couldn't help but think: "It would be great if there wasn't that prophecy." She thought like this, feeling extremely sad, "If you weren't going to be born, how could I have lost seven children? "Thinking of this, she wished to beat her stomach with her hands, but she really had an uncontrollable maternal love in her heart, "Hey," she cried bitterly, "my child, let me see you. "

Her husband, Fu Tian, ​​was not as sentimental as Tipoji. He knew that a great god resided in his wife's womb, and it should have been a supreme honor to be the parents of the reincarnated incarnation of this great god.

The glory was so great that it was worth all the suffering he had suffered in the dungeon without seeing the light of day for so many years.

Suddenly Devaki’s stomach started to hurt. She had given birth many times, and she already knew what this feeling was like. Her eighth child was about to be born. The poor woman hugged her stomach and rolled on the ground. Because of maternal love, she knew that once she yelled out, the only child would be taken away by Gens and fell to death, so she bit her lip like this, forcefully enduring the pain of childbirth.

Fortunately, the labor pains did not last long, and the child was born miraculously, but it was different from other children. This dark-skinned little baby did not cry out, and opened his eyes quietly looking at the baby after birth. own parents.

A phantom was projected on him.

"Father, mother." Although the phantom was vague, Fu Tian could clearly recognize who it was.

He knelt down facing the phantom, "Praise Na Luo Yantian." He almost shed tears.

"Please don't do this, father." Phantom said softly, "I am your son," he raised a hand, and a light hit Devaji, who was weak and unconscious. The woman's tears stopped, her expression Also relaxed, "Please love me as your son, and let me be at your knees."

One of the most noble gods in heaven and earth, he spoke gentle words to comfort his panic-stricken father.

"What should I do? Gens is coming, he will hurt you." Fu Tian's eyes were full of tears.

"There is a goddess," the Great God smiled, "and she will come to help you." Then the radiant phantom returned to the quiet baby and disappeared without a trace.

When Kubler just returned to Nisa Mountain, she felt some unusual information. After a while, she smiled at the flute in her hand and said, "You are always like this, so I insist on doing something for you. What, obviously you can do it yourself." Although she said so, there was no impatience on her face.

After giving advice to Gilgamesh and Marsyas on how to arrange the palace on Mount Nisa, she turned into a ball of brilliance and disappeared on the spot.

Fu Tian stood in the prison at a loss holding his newborn eighth child. He didn't know what the Lord who was reincarnated as his son meant. He only knew that if he couldn't take the child away , he will definitely be killed by Gains.

No, who can kill the baby of the incarnation of God?Such a thing must not happen.But the prison door wouldn't open for him by himself, so Fu Tian could only hug his son and call softly, "Krsna, Krishna, my son, what can I do to get you out of this predicament." Thinking of this, he couldn't help crying with anxiety.

"Give him to me, please."

The abrupt voice came from the empty void, and in the brilliance, a slim figure appeared, and when all the dazzling light disappeared, standing there was a brown curly-haired man with a tall figure and milk-like snow-white skin The goddess of beauty, she stretched out her hand, one of which was holding a golden flute, "I made a promise with the child in your arms, now, give him to me, and I will take him out of this predicament. "

The little Krishna was quietly in his father's arms, neither crying nor fussing, until the goddess appeared, he stretched out his arms and opened his little hands, and showed her the unique smile of a child.

Fu Tian was no longer anxious and doubtful, and handed over the baby in his arms to the goddess in front of him, watching her hold his baby as she came, and disappear into the cell in a ball of brilliance.

May all the best of luck be upon you, my son.Fu Tian fell to his knees on the dungeon, and kept praising Na Luoyan.

And the boy named Krishna will spend a long period of carefree childhood until fate awakens his memory.