Bacchus in Greek mythology

Until the day when he went to pick up the black poplar, the siren didn't completely calm down. Dio knew that he was self-defeating, but even if he moved the castle back, the beach would not be able to return to its original state. Dio thought that It's nothing, I proposed to let the black poplar live in Peroca, and cut out an open space for him. The siren listened and reminded him tactfully: "The black poplar is the holy tree of the underworld."

"What about the sacred tree of the underworld..." Dio stopped talking.

The sacred trees of the underworld have their own spiritual consciousness, and the weapons they create can even harm gods. In other words, this is a very aggressive tree species, and no plants will survive where they take root. The poplar has a huge root system. If the black poplar is really allowed to take root in Peroca, it is estimated that half of Peroca will disappear.

It was only then that Dio understood why the Siren was so angry. Indeed, only this shoal was the most suitable for black poplar trees. The vast sea and sandy beaches had few plants, which could minimize the destructiveness.

Dio was silent, he looked at the livid face of the Siren, and suggested: "Send him to the desert?"

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As a result, Black Poplar didn't go to the desert, so the Siren decided to take him out first. As for where to live, let's talk...

Back to the dark forest again, but this time the siren was flying in the sky, but the cold air on the ground still invaded the siren's body, the siren flinched, and Dio took the siren's hand, feeling the warmth from the palm Passed over, it seems that it is not so cold.

The siren smiled at Dio, and the two landed at the gate of the underworld. Dio held the siren in his arms, warming her with his own body temperature.The siren was only immersed in the happiness of being cared for, and didn't notice the gloomy look in Dio's eyes.

Siren's body is still not good. The cold air of the underworld is not painful to the gods. She has a feeling, but the feeling is not so strong. Looking at the appearance of the Siren, she is very afraid of this cold. Although there are some psychological factors, but in the end The main thing is that the siren's body is too weak.

The golden apple can restore her divine power, but not her soul. Maybe it can be repaired a little over time, maybe it can never be repaired.

The gods are not omnipotent, except for patiently waiting and taking good care of them, Dio couldn't think of any way to help the sirens. The feeling of incompetence reappeared, and Dio frowned subconsciously.

Turning his eyes, the Siren was looking at him without blinking, Dio put away his messy thoughts and smiled at her: "What's wrong?"

Siren hooked the corners of her lips, as if greedy for his warmth, and hugged Dio's waist tightly, "It's nothing, it's good to have you by my side."

Looking at the top of the siren's head, Dio also smiled heartily.So what if the siren is always crippled?As long as she's by my side it's fine.

Thinking of this, Dio stroked the siren's hair, raised his eyes, just in time to see Charon looking at him vigilantly, Dio raised half of his lips, and smiled at him, obviously, Charon The whole person was stiff, and the long pole in his hand was also stuck in place, not daring to move forward.

"I didn't see it clearly when I came last time. It turns out that this boatman has a beard."

The Siren raised his head and glanced at Charon, whose face was darkened. It seemed that he heard it too. The Siren laughed, "The most obvious feature of Charon is the beard, you don't remember?"

Dio shook his head honestly, "I don't remember. At that time, I just wanted to find someone, but I didn't look carefully at anything else, so I didn't remember."

The siren's smile froze on her face. After a while, she pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Dio didn't answer, the slightly raised corners of his mouth betrayed his current mood.The siren felt guilty towards him, but he was very happy. Although it was a bit despicable, sometimes, guilt could make a person's heart stronger, and she couldn't bear to leave.

Thinking to himself, suddenly, a shadow sprang out from the gate of the underworld, and before he could see clearly, the shadow hung on the siren.

"You haven't even come to see me! I won't talk to you anymore!"

Siren stared blankly at the child in front of him, with black hair and black eyes, and dark skin, his facial features resembled Siren's, and his body just reached Siren's waist. At this time, he was holding Siren's body with both hands and feet If Dio hadn't supported her, she would have fallen down.

The child was still looking at her accusingly, and the siren blinked, "Black poplar?"

Black Yangshu snorted and turned his head to ignore her.

The siren's expression immediately became surprised, "How did you become human? And you look like me, did you become it yourself?"

Black Poplar wanted to say yes, but he couldn't lie, he could only say honestly: "No, it was an illusion created by Persephone."

Siren smiled, pulled the black poplar tree off his leg, and took his left hand, "I really have to thank her." Then, he looked into the gate, and there was no other figure except Charon. Renzheng wondered, but Black Yangshu said with a look of disgust, "Don't look, she is busy repairing her relationship with Hades, so she has no time to come and see you."

The Siren was taken aback, then pursed his lips and laughed, "That's right, let's go back."

Only then did Black Poplar turn his head, saw the man beside the siren, and finally asked, "Who is he?" The figure of Dionysus flashed by back then, so Black Yangshu didn't remember the appearance of Dionysus.

Dionysus glanced at the little guy, then looked forward, obviously ignoring him.The siren thought for a while and gave an appropriate answer: "My love, we will raise you together in the future."

Black Yangshu looked at Dio with disgust, Dio didn't even want to give him a look, the siren was silent, take your time.

Back at the shoal, the siren was worried, the black poplar tree is just an illusion, if he returns to his original form, he still needs a piece of land for him to take root, thinking hard, the black poplar tree stepped on the sand on the ground, "this What kind of soil? Why is it so hard."

"It's sand."

Dio replied blankly, the black poplar curled its lips, jumped a few more times on the place where it was stepped on just now, and then removed the illusion, and the huge tree roots plunged into the sand in an instant, stretching down to an unknown depth.

The siren was shocked, and quickly stopped: "No! This place is too small!"

Before he finished speaking, the black poplar tree had already been pierced, and the siren looked at him in disbelief, and his voice changed: "How, how did you become like this?!"

There is only one tree root inserted straight into the sand, and the traces of forcibly torn apart can still be seen above. The sharp pieces of wood are exposed in the air, and the milky white heart of the tree is uneven.

After waiting for a while, the black poplar replied: "If all of me leave the underworld, the underworld will be turned upside down. I don't want to be punished by Hades, so I only attach to one taproot, and the rest will stay in the underworld. Wait for me to change." Get strong, and bring out your whole self.”

The siren was stunned. Indeed, the roots of the black poplar are all over the underworld. If he leaves, it must be a big commotion. He even forgot such an important thing. Fortunately, the black poplar is careful.

It's just...it's strange to look at it like this, with only bare tree roots.

The Siren looked back at the Dionysus who had been silent all this time, "Is there anything that can heal him?"

The siren looked at him eagerly, even though he didn't want to, Dio turned around silently and went back to get the leaf wine he brewed from golden apple leaves. The siren smiled gratefully, then turned his head and looked at the bare black poplar.

Touching the thorny part, the tingling sensation spread to the body, Siren quickly stretched out his hand, a drop of blood oozes out, Siren can't help frowning.

Ordinary weapons can't hurt the god's body, but the black poplar tree is different, so just a light touch, the siren's hand is injured, but it's just such a small wound, the siren doesn't care, it looks so small The wounds slowly healed, and the Sirens dropped their hands, waiting for Dio to return.

Beads of blood fell down to the beach along the fingertips, and were sucked into the depths of the ground almost instantly, as if they had never appeared before.The blood seeped into the ground, emitting a small light, but under the shining of the sun, the light flickered and disappeared, and no one noticed it.

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When Prometheus came, Zeus was holding a big tortoise.

Prometheus coughed twice, and Zeus turned his eyes to him. He only glanced at it once, then went to look at the big tortoise, and said, "She will wake up in three days. If you are worried, go and see it." look."

Prometheus was silent, and then said: "I didn't come for this matter."

Zeus finally put down the tortoise in his hand, and finally looked at him squarely, "What's the matter?"

"I was wondering if you could release my brother."

Zeus remembered who Prometheus' younger brother was, squinted his eyes and asked, "Why?"

"Because in the future, you will need him."

Zeus lowered his eyes slightly, and he didn't know how many things were hidden in the blood-gold eyes. After a long time, he finally answered: "If I let him go, who will support the sky?"

Prometheus was waiting for him to ask this question, showing a slightly embarrassed smile, and said leisurely: "Your son, Hercules."

Atlas, the younger brother of Prometheus, is the god of supporting the sky. After the battle of Titan, he was punished to support the world with his shoulders. Hercules is the god of Hercules, and his incomparable strength is his talent. Russ, there's nothing wrong with that.

Zeus was not unhappy when he heard this answer, but he just asked lightly: "What Atlas can do for me, Hercules can do it too. Why did I let your brother go and let my son go instead?" suffer?"

"I don't remember how much that man trusted Hercules."

Zeus' eyes became sharp immediately, and Prometheus also looked at them calmly. There was no emotion between them, but their common interests bound them together. In fact, they wanted to tear each other apart.

But Prometheus was right, Zeus needed Atlas.

Zeus' deep voice sounded, and Prometheus secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "I will let my son replace him. As for Atlas, you'd better keep an eye on him."

Prometheus smiled, "No problem," and then he glanced at the big tortoise that had been looking at them all the time. If I remember correctly, this should be Zeno, the sacred object of the sea. After thinking about it, he still asked :"What do you see?"

Zeus raised his eyes and smiled contemptuously, "Blood fell to the ground, the war is about to begin."