Purple Sweet Potato Essence's Journey to Beauty Man (The Great Demon King of Beauty Man)

On the top of Mount Olympus, the aroma of wine is overflowing, and the fragrance is floating for hundreds of miles.

Sol and Ganata, who originally planned to attack the top of the mountain, were pressed by Qian Song's clone on their shoulders and returned to the ground.

On the bench by the sea, Qian Song pressed Sol with his left hand and Ganata with his right hand, and then patted their shoulders: "You two, one is dazzled by appetite, the other is aroused by the past, It's better to calm down here first, leave the next thing to me, you just watch the show."

After finishing speaking, he gave Ganata a lollipop and Sol a pair of binoculars, then sat down with them, looked up at the sky together, and looked at Olin who had retracted a lot in the sky Mount Pease.

Ganata took apart the lollipop and put it in her mouth. Her eyes didn't need a telescope to see things far away;

Qian Song doesn't use binoculars, because what happened on Mount Olympus is exactly what his other avatars are experiencing;

As for Sol, although he does not have super vision that ignores distance, he has a telescope.

In addition to Qian Song's avatar and the Olympus gods, the three of them also saw that a super large aircraft that looked similar to the destroyed S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier was approaching the mountain.

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On the Helicarrier, a team of heavily armed soldiers was escorting several experts who looked like they were walking on the deck.

An aircraft that looks a lot like an Osprey tilt-rotor aircraft is on standby.

Ten minutes ago, a drone detector discovered that the weird radiation field surrounding the "sky mountain" suddenly disappeared for some reason. The military immediately organized a manpower and planned to go up to detect it in person.

After all, the data that drones can collect is too limited.

Of course, in addition to collecting some samples, the military also wants to know what happened to the structure of the main hall on the mountain—although those buildings are magnificent, they look quite earth-like, not like extraterrestrial civilization.

To this end, they temporarily invited some historians, geologists, and two teams of fully armed commando members to form a scientific expedition team.

They boarded the plane, and with the roar of the engine, a few minutes later, they flew to a place less than 500 meters away from the sacred mountain.

Once entering this range, the gravity of the aircraft and all on-board members is immediately reversed.

That is to say, the gravity they felt was reversed in an instant, as if the sacred mountain was the earth, and the surface of the earth was the sky.

The gravity flip did not cause them to panic. After all, the gravity detection data from the drone had been fed back to the military before, and these people had already given relevant explanations before boarding the plane. no problem.

The pilot of the plane is very good. After the gravity flipped, he was able to change the "belly-turned" attitude of the plane in time, which is really not easy.

The plane did not land on the mountaintop battlefield of Qian Song and Apollo, but flew directly to the vicinity of the twelfth palace of the temple.

After landing, geologists began to collect samples, and historians held up their cameras to take pictures of the huge square where the plane landed and the nearest temple from all angles.

"It can be confirmed, captain. Compared with various existing ancient Greek materials, this is the temple of Dionysus." In the team of historians, a rather old expert walked to the general leader of the expedition. said in front of him.

"What Russia?" asked the leader, an officer who obviously lacked knowledge in this area.

"It's Dionysus, captain." The expert corrected, "It's the god of wine in ancient Greek mythology."

"Bacchus? What kind of god is this?" the captain complained.

He came from a red-necked family, did not receive much higher education, and did well in the army, but he was never interested in some historical and humanistic things.

In fact, in terms of cultural level, he is similar to those guys who can even point to the wrong place in Africa on the map when interviewing American people on TV about geography.

"He is the god of wine and one of the twelve main gods of the Olympus pantheon." The expert patiently explained, "So I estimate that the twelve golden temples on the top of the mountain should correspond to the twelve main gods." .”

"WTF? Or the Twelve Lord Gods?" The captain was taken aback for a moment, he thought he was just a little butler in charge of wine, how could he become the Lord God?

"Yes, he is still the son of God King Zeus." The aged expert replied.

"Oh, you said it earlier, I understand now, it turns out to be a second generation..." The captain suddenly realized.

"..." The expert thought, captain, did you misunderstand something, but couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while.

The expert's name is Andor George, a university professor who specializes in the mythology and history of Greece, Rome, and Northern Europe. He volunteered for this operation because of his position in the industry and won a place to join the group.

The sudden appearance of Mount Olympus this time is undoubtedly the closest moment to history and legend that he has encountered in this life. He cannot give up this opportunity. If he misses it, he may never encounter it again in the future.

He didn't like this group of rough soldiers at all—before he figured out the situation, he threw smoke bombs and flash bombs at the temple in front of him. How about putting it here for a penetration drill?

What if the shrapnel smashes the contents inside?

Although the appearance of this place is very mythical, for a scholar like him, a teapot inside is a priceless treasure, so one should be cautious.

Of course, dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, he dare not really speak out his complaints, this group of warmongers kills without blinking an eye, annoyed them, God knows what they will do.

Just when the captain of the expedition team was about to give the order to rush in, the old expert stopped him.

"Captain...do you smell alcohol?" The old expert asked after sniffing his nose.

"No." The captain glanced at the expert, and then teased, "Professor George, are you an alcoholic? Now is not the time."

"No, the smell of wine is too strong..." Old George suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. After thinking for a while, his face suddenly changed, and he said solemnly: "Captain, hurry up! Let everyone wear gas masks!"

"Professor George, what's wrong with you? Why are you talking upside down? All of us are wearing oxygen masks!" the captain said.

The altitude here is tens of thousands of meters, and the air is extremely thin. If ordinary people don't wear oxygen masks, how can they stand it?Not Superman.

It was precisely because of this that he felt that there was something wrong with Old George—why did he smell alcohol while wearing an oxygen mask?

"click"

A crisp sound came from the glass lens of Old George's oxygen mask—the lens on the mask cracked.

And his pupils, like a light bulb with a bad circuit, shone with golden light very abruptly.

"Robert, have you grown so tall?" Old George patted the captain's shoulder lovingly, and the latter was taken aback.

"Professor George? What's the matter with you?" The captain asked anxiously. God knows who Robert is. Among the people traveling this time, there is no one named Robert.

This professor is just talking nonsense, why is he still bleeding?

"Hmph! You're young, don't work hard, idle around all day, and dare to steal things?" Old George stared at the captain sternly, and shouted, "I've already called the police! I hope you can change your ways..."

The captain was helpless. He felt that the professor must be too old for the altitude sickness, and had hallucinations. He had to find a way to send him back to the ground, otherwise it would be no fun if he suffered a stroke and went into shock.

There is another point that the captain doesn't want to admit—the old professor's eyeballs are frighteningly bright, and it's almost like a small light bulb is installed in them. This cannot be explained by altitude sickness, and it is already a supernatural phenomenon.

Looking around, everyone else is quite normal, it seems that only old George is wrong.

"Ah! Who are you?!" Old George asked, pointing at the captain in horror.

Before the captain could answer, his expression changed: "It's you?! Aren't you sentenced to 20 years? Why..."

"Let go of my son!"

"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!"

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