The Hardest Bone Will Eventually Feed Wang

"No, I'm also a victim. You see, I'm being monitored by the devil and I can't move around."

The Lich resolutely denied that he still remembered Kratos' promise to hack you to death if you messed up, but fortunately, because Archimonde was not particularly reassuring about himself, the Dread Demon King Tichondrius was watching Lich, when he saw Kratos coming this way, he hastily avoided it, which made Lich's words a little more believable.

"Really, forget it, what you do has nothing to do with me, have you ever seen a little girl named Pandora?"

Kratos didn't delve into what the Lich said, but asked with a slightly nervous expression.

Author's message:

PS: This Pandora is not Pandora.

Extra: God of War and the Maiden (1)

This is the aftermath of a bald America incident.

The weather was sunny and cloudy, so gloomy as if it was about to rain, old Cervantes came to the beach with a fishing rod drunk, took a sip of wine, swung the rod vigorously, the bait flew out, inserted the fishing rod, and he Just wanting to squint for a while, I heard the sound of pattering water.

Then get hooked!

When old Cervantes got up, he looked disappointed. It turned out that it was just a wet, bald man who came ashore from this bay, and he was very happy.

There are often people swimming in the shallow water in this area, and he still wants to find a place where there is no one to fish, but he still doesn't open it.

"Where is this place?"

The big bald man who climbed ashore was very strong. His body was painted with blue oil paint similar to that of ancient Celtic, but it was bright red. The mustache with triangular eyes looked fierce. He seemed to be unable to distinguish the direction when he climbed ashore. To old Cervantes asked.

"Here? This is Gabucha Bay."

The old Cervantes weighed the muscles that he could not match when he was young and replied carefully.

"Gabucha Bay? I mean which country, or just tell me how far it is from Greece."

"nation?"

The old Cervantes first felt that this bald man was a stowaway from North Africa. The situation in North Africa was turbulent. Did refugees come to Europe in small rubber boats.

"Which, sir, this is Spain. Did you smuggle in the wrong direction? Greece is on the east side. This sea is at least two thousand kilometers east."

"Is it the east? I thought it was there, but it seems that the direction is right."

The bald man talked to himself, twisting his neck a little, as if he was about to go into the water again.

"Wait, that's right? It's too wrong. Greece is on the east and Spain is on the west. You should smuggle from North Africa to the east."

As a retired geography teacher, old Cervantes reminded out of professional habits.

"I'm traveling east."

The bald man explained.

"I traveled from a place called New York, USA, and the map says Greece is here."

Old Cervantes stared dumbfounded at the big bald man going into the water again, looking at the white waves passing by in the water, feeling that some common sense had been shattered.

Not only is the Pacific Ocean not covered, but the Atlantic Ocean is also not covered, if you have the ability to swim there.

And this bald man who crossed the Atlantic physically is naturally Kratos.

Similar questioning was conducted several times during the swim, and when he arrived at the destination and went ashore again, it was already two days later, in the middle of the night.

He couldn't tell why he wanted to come back, but his intuition told him there was a reason to come back here.

But even though he had prepared himself, he still seemed disappointed when he saw everything in front of him.

This city named Athens seems to be no different from other small towns in southern Europe that I saw along the way. They are all standing on the hillside with red roofs and white walls. The street lamp stood upright like a soldier in the middle of the night, which reminded him of the youthful eyes of the young soldier in his mortal days.

But when his hands touched the coldness of these street lamps, everything reminded him that the past was like smoke.

It's not even a matter of right and wrong, because he doesn't have the name Kratos in history, no, even in mythology.

There is no trace of myself galloping on this land as a mortal, there is no earth-shattering Olympus massacre, no one who loves or even hates herself, as if the blood and ashes once stained are nothing but a joke.

So what is the blood and hatred that I have been stained with?

He suddenly felt that the world was extremely empty, and he walked aimlessly in the quiet Athens at night, as if he didn't even exist, and he just subconsciously followed the clues of the past.

He didn't know how long he had walked, but he saw a little girl reading a book sitting under a street lamp in an alley. Under the ordinary brown hair was a thin little girl. She looked to be twelve or thirteen years old at most, and she was wearing Mediterranean-style clothes. She looks a little boyish in a short yellow skirt, and she is looking at a coloring book by the light.

But for some reason, that obviously completely different figure reminded him of the small figure that moths were flying towards the flame, and he couldn't help but walk closer to it.

Then I found out that what I was looking at was actually an Olympus picture book.

"Hey, you're blocking my light."

The little girl raised her head and complained dissatisfiedly, her pupils as clear as the Mediterranean had no fear of the sudden appearance of the bald head.

"Oh yeah, let me read your book."

It's just that Kratos couldn't deny it, and took the little girl's picture album without asking.

"Hey, that's my thing. Are you polite? If you want to borrow it, please speak up and I won't refuse to borrow it. Give it back to me now."

Kratos rudely grabbed the book and raised it higher. The little girl who was only about 1.3 meters couldn't reach it all at once, so he ignored it. He just looked at the artwork of the gods on the book, trying to find a trace of his own existence .

Kratos was close to two meters tall, and the little girl couldn't reach the book when he picked it up. In a fit of anger, he simply stepped on Kratos's belt and skirt armor, and climbed onto the bald head like climbing a tree.

Kratos' tower-like figure really looks like a tree when he climbs up.

It's just that she climbed up and looked at Kratos' serious look at the picture album. She seemed to have forgotten to take back her own book, but tentatively grabbed the bald head and asked.

"Hey, big bald man, do you like my book very much, or do you like the story of the gods of Olympus?"

"No, I hate the gods of Olympus."

Only then did Kratos realize that the little girl was pawing on top of his head like a cat, and refused with a little disgust.

"If you say you don't like it, then why are you so excited about it?"

Originally, I thought I found a fellow lover, but now that my beloved has been lifted, the little girl asked unhappily.

"It's to not forget that deep-seated hatred."

Kratos turned it over, and Zeus on it was dressed in a white robe and white beard, kind and peaceful like a god, completely different from the powerful and arrogant Zeus in his impression.

"Is this what Zeus really looks like in this world?"

"What? No, this is the work of the painter Browning. This is his painting of the gods of Olympus. Isn't it beautiful?"

The little girl puffed out her chest and said proudly of her collection.

"No, disgusting, gods? Just a bunch of power-hungry villains. You can get off my head."

"Little man? Do you mean Zeus? Haha, I also hate this old man, but not all gods are bad people, such as Athena, my favorite is her, she is beautiful and generous, the only god who thinks about people .”

The little girl was lying on her bald head, her eyes were almost stars, she looked like a little girl.

"Athena? No, she is the most hypocritical and sinister of the gods."

But Kratos scoffed at it.

"Okay, you can let go, don't be like a monkey."

"I won't let it go, apologize to me, to Goddess Athena."

The little girl hugged Kratos' chin angrily, and lost her child's temper after hearing that the idol was slandered.

But at this moment, several half-grown boys of about the same size passed by, saw the girl crawling on top of the bald head, and shouted at her with a booing expression.

"Pandora, are you selling your old-fashioned myths to those foreigners again? Your mother is calling you home for dinner."

Kratos, who was originally bored, couldn't help being shocked when he heard such a name.

Author's message:

PS: The extra part of the midfield was originally intended to be placed after the end of the Cthulhu chapter, but it feels like it makes Kratos's appearance a bit inexplicable, so by the way, I will briefly explain what happened to Kratos in this modern age without him story.

Extra: God of War and the Maiden (2)

"Pandora?"

Kratos raised his head subconsciously, and the girl crawling on his shoulders had a puffy face, but he could still see that the face was very thin. In fact, it was a very thin child, not even forty kilograms.Her skin is unique to the Mediterranean climate, but she seems to have a deep complexion because she often runs outside. There are a few faint freckles on her small face, and her short fluffy brown hair makes her look more like a boy than a girl. cute.

But it wasn't the Pandora he knew who rushed into the blue fire.

Is it just a name change?Kratos pursed his lips tightly.

"Pandora the crybaby, Pandora the old child, Pandora the bedwetter, Pandora the mother, what are you dressing up for today, Pandora the monkey climbed the tree."

A few brats laughed childishly.

"Pandora is also called by you, you little bastards, haven't you learned the lesson when I kicked your balls back into your eyes last time, do you want me to kick your balls into your stomach this time?"

The girl named Pandora scolded unceremoniously, and it seemed that they were not friendly.

"That was the last time you were foolish. You kicked me before you even started beating me. I won't get caught this time. If you have the ability, don't ask the adults. Come down."

The three and a half boys were as naive as their age, but seeing Pandora riding on a tall and strong bald head, they only dared to call out from a distance and dared not approach.

"Come down, come down, I can kick ten quail eggs like you with one kick."

The girl jumped off the bald head without the slightest restraint of a girl. When she went up, she showed her nails like an angry kitten, but in fact, she took advantage of the boys' nails to hide her nails and directly teased her feet. Obviously, the last time the child That's how fights are won.

But this time the pussy was caught by the smaller redhead boy.

"Come on, I said I won't be fooled."

"Oh, I got you."

A chubby boy grabbed Pandora's shoulder from behind and said.

"Very good, hold him and don't let him go. Wow, kick him again, I tell you to kick him."

The other boy excitedly wanted to go up to pick up the leak, but Pandora kicked his calf with the other foot, causing him to scream in place, and then three shallow bloodstains were scratched by the flailing fingernails.

"Wow, I'm bleeding. She grabbed me and bled. Stupid, grab her and don't let her move. I'm going to grab her and bleed."

The injured boy couldn't hold back his face immediately, and he said how embarrassing it was to go out with three hits and one bleeding, and let the accomplices, one fat and one thin, catch her, and just greeted Pandora with a slap in the face.

It's just that Pandora's fangs were scratched, even though there was no blood but there were bloodstains, Pandora was still struggling to break free after being grabbed by her legs and shoulders, full of fighting spirit.

But where is the tonnage difference? The chubby boy behind her is not tall but has an amazing radius. A poke there is the anti-collision barrel, which is not something that Pandora's small arms and legs can shake.

Kratos on the side just watched under the light, without any desire to get involved.