[Greek Mythology] Dangxiu Tai traveled through ancient Greece

"At that time, I didn't really understand what Gaia wanted to do. I didn't know her purpose until a long time later. To be honest, she sometimes thought too much... In the beginning, she did say that she wanted to have a child with me. , but I rejected her..." Tartarus babbled like an old man, and the words he said were confused: "Of course, putting my name on it can really make those little ones on Mount Olympus The guys are even more jealous. But, although I don't mind this kind of thing very much, Typhon's appearance... obviously insults my name..."

"You see, this world is so boring. The gods keep giving birth to children, and then they are replaced by their own children. Mount Olympus has changed two god kings. The next Zeus doesn't know that he will be replaced by his own children." Which son of the old man was overthrown, and then his son was overthrown by his grandson, one generation after another is endless... This kind of world is too boring, and there are no surprises and surprises..."

"So...you, what do you want...to express?" Flores couldn't even gnash his teeth, his eyes turned black, his lips opened and closed, and only breath sounds came out.

I don't know if it was an illusion caused by the extreme pain, but the position of his forehead seems to be... cold?

"As I said, you are a special human being with a physique that is comparable to that of a god. Although your strength is too weak, if you add something, it may give this world..." Tartaros' voice gradually became depressed, with A hint of surprise, "... What changes... What is this?"

In the darkness, only the lantern that fell on the ground emitted a faint white light, illuminating a small area around Flores.

He trembled slightly. In the painful struggle just now, the black hair that was originally bundled on the top of his head was scattered on the ground in a mess. hanging in the hair.

But at this moment, starting from the root of his black hair, a piece of silvery white gradually spread, from the root to the end of his hair, the black hair was quickly dyed the color of snow.

Dots of silver light leaked from his body, scattered like fireflies, and turned into a white substance like a flower.

The white blossoms fell to the ground, and immediately formed pieces of white translucent crystals, sealing the ground around Flores.

"What is this?!" Tartarus' voice was full of astonishment. He carefully inspected the white substance for a while, and felt a divine power that he had never seen before, with a trace of thorough coldness. A premonition told him the answer, "Is this... snow?"

Snow? !This is a brand new divine power!

"What a surprise..." he murmured.

Flores didn't know what miraculous changes had taken place in his body. He only felt his whole body was cold, and the heat in his body also dropped, but another kind of pain followed.

As if someone was grabbing his hands and feet and pulling him desperately, the pain that his bones and skin were about to split hit his soul. He rolled suddenly, and a deep cut was made on his right wrist by the double swords that fell to the ground, but it was not as good as the wound in his body. Painful 12th.

He recalled a movie he had seen in a daze. A man was sentenced to be quartered by five horses. His neck and limbs were tied to the tails of five horses in five directions. When the five horses ran at the same time, the man's body was instantly torn into pieces. I ordered five or six...

The feeling of being divided into five horses is nothing more than that.

He was paralyzed on the ground like a corpse, staring wide-eyed at the darkness above his head, as if his soul had left his body, leaving only his body convulsed with pain.

At some point, Tartarus' voice also disappeared.

The time became very long. After an unknown period of time, Flores moved his fingers and felt some strength recovered.

He is not dead?

His body was a little sore and weak, and the previous pain, whether it was burning in flames or being divided into five horses, had disappeared. He took a deep breath and sat up propped on the cold floor.

His sight suddenly met a blurry shadow.

On the ground where he was sitting, a thick layer of solid ice had formed at some point, and the out-of-this-world light emitted faintly, reflecting the ice surface into a translucent mirror, revealing the figure inside.

Flores blinked, and the person on the ice blinked too, the ice blue eyes were very beautiful.

He raised his hand to touch his eyes, and the person on the ice also raised his slender right hand with well-defined bones to caress his eyes.

He put down his hand and saw his hand which was slightly bigger than before.

Looking down, I could see that the hair hanging on my chest had turned silvery white.

Flores stood up in a daze, and looked down at the shadow on the ice.

Different from the slender appearance of the boy before, it is obvious that the height of an adult man is slender, neither strong nor thin, with a slender waist and long legs, and his skin is very white, so white that it is like ice and snow that has not melted for a thousand years. There is no blood other than red.

His face is more mature than when he was a teenager. Except for the narrow and indifferent eyes, his facial features haven't changed much. However, because of the change in the color of his eyes and hair and his indifferent expression, he looks like the boy before. Same for two people.

"Do you like your new look?" Tartarus' voice sounded in the silence, "Or, your current height?"

"What's going on?" Flores heard that her own voice had also changed, becoming indifferent and clear, with an echo-like aftertaste when she uttered it, and even more chilling coldness.

"You have to ask yourself that." Tartarus seemed to chuckle lightly, "I just gave you a drop of divine blood."

"Divine blood?" Flores recalled the golden light on his forehead at that time.

Looking down at himself in the ice, the originally red cinnabar mark on his forehead has turned into a clear silver.

"Ordinary humans cannot accept the blood of the gods. The result of greed will only cause the body to be burned to ashes by the blood of the gods, and even the soul does not exist. And you," Tartaros paused, with a hint of surprise in his voice, "you really It's special, I just tried it casually, I didn't expect your body to receive the blood of the gods, and even became a god because of it..."

"Becoming a god?"

"That's right, ice and snow, this is a kind of divine power that has never been seen before. It is made of water, but it is colder and harder than water. It is really amazing."

It's just ice and snow, what's so wonderful about it.Flores sneered in her heart.

Speaking of the age of mythology he traveled through, corresponding to the three goddesses of timing, there are only three seasons in a year, spring, summer and autumn. There is no winter, and naturally there has never been snow, let alone ice.

And when he was delirious from the high temperature in his body just now, he seemed to be eager for something to cool down. Could it be the ice and snow derived from it?

Thinking of the pain he endured, he said coldly: "So everything I suffered was just a whim of yours? If I couldn't accept the blood of the gods, I should have been reduced to ashes by now."

"No, not even ashes."

Flores' eyes turned cold, and with a trace of anger rising in his heart, and with a few cracks, the ice under his feet spread rapidly, freezing the stone walls on both sides.

His eyes passed through the darkness, staring blankly at the stone wall sealed by ice.

"Nice, you can freeze everything if you want."

"I don't have such a hobby." Floris recovered and sneered at him.

"Are you unhappy?" Tartarus was very puzzled. "You have grown taller, become a god, and possessed supernatural powers. Why are you unhappy?"

"Becoming a god, I never thought about it, and," Flores said with cold eyes, "Is the me now, or me?"

Is he still Flores?Is it still Xiao Sa?

Not only the suddenly taller body and the changed face, he could feel the emotions that should have been generated have become weaker. If it was him before, after this series of pains, he must have jumped and cursed at Tartaros .But at this moment, he had only three or four points of resentment towards Tartarus, and he was even able to talk and communicate with him calmly.

"From a human to a god, there will naturally be some changes." Tartarus didn't care, "Ice and snow are cold, which may affect your divinity..."

"Can I change back to my old self?" Flores interrupted him.

"The skyrocketing divine power caused your rapid growth, but it couldn't reverse your growth. You, who have absorbed my divine blood, are immortal gods. Unlike those nymph fairies, your appearance has been fixed." Tarta Ross said lazily: "Why do you like your original appearance more? Then you can learn to use divine power to pretend."

"It's not a disguise." Flores pursed her lips unhappily, and said in a low voice, "It's changing back to my original appearance, before receiving the divine blood."

"Gods cannot become humans."

Flores was silent for a while, then said lightly: "Well, it's actually not a big deal."

He has grown taller, and has the ability to coax like the ice queen, so it is no problem to build himself a few ice and snow castles.

Even if you become some kind of god, it will be the same as before. You will still have a good body, eat well and smell good, and you will live a long time. As long as you don’t die, you can probably live for a long time. You can live in the 21st century and go back to China to see your parents. Grandpa and brother.

As for the issue of weak emotions, well, grandpa also said that less joy and less sorrow is good for health, and he has been a calm and handsome man since then.

After comforting herself with a cold face for a long time, Flores finally accepted the fact.

He turned his head to look for his dual swords, planning to leave here.

After changing his physique, his vision has also changed. At this moment, his sight can see the way out of here through the darkness. Even if there is Danatus or Hades guarding the exit, it is better than staying here to face it. Tartarus came strong.