spartan ancestor

Hercules was worried about letting the golden arrows go, so he kept the two remaining arrows with him.

After Hyacinthus finished the antidote for him, Hercules groped for a while, took out the golden arrows, and warned worriedly: "Be careful. These arrows are stained with the poisonous blood of the Hydra. Knowing what happened to my master after being shot by the golden arrow... the pain made him unable to faint."

Hercules' tone was inevitably a little low.

After the God of Medicine gave him the choice, he once told him that cutting off the pain sensation was equivalent to digging out another piece of the remnant soul, and to be honest, it was no different from letting Chiron go.So Hercules soon returned with Chiron, who is still suffering from the venom of the Hydra to this day.

In the words of the God of Medicine, this is actually no different from slow suicide.

After all, the reason why Chiron's soul collapsed was that he couldn't bear the pain and lost his mind. It is conceivable that if the pain is not removed, it will be a matter of time before the last bit of soul dissipates.

Forcing to stay can only comfort Hercules himself, and for Chiron, it might really be better to give it a good time.

"..." Hyacinthus took the arrow from another angle silently, "I heard from Persephone that your arrows have the effect of being strong when they are strong?"

Hercules froze for a moment: "What happened?"

He paused after asking, and then he understood, his expression suddenly became complicated: "...I talked with my companion before, but at that time I just thought it was a joke to pass the time..."

Hercules felt very uncomfortable, and after a while he sneered: "How did I laugh out loud at that time?"

He didn't let himself be immersed in emotions for a long time, and adjusted his demeanor: "That companion brought it up, half complaining half jokingly saying that my golden arrow is very magical, it seems that there are laws attached to it, no matter who If you get shot, you will be seriously injured, but it is a pity, every time you can only stop at serious injuries, and in the end you have to trouble him to go up to make up the knife."

Looking back on the past, the memories that were once regarded as good have also been shrouded in shadow under careful thinking.

Hercules was silent for a while, and looked back: "So, even with these two golden arrows, you may not be able to deal with the mastermind behind the scenes. Are you sure you don't want to replace me? Or prepare again? If you wait a few days God again—"

"I'm going tonight." Hyacinths stuck the arrow in his belt.

Just as he was about to leave, his fingertips touched something hard.

It was the blood bottle that Persephone prepared for him.

Hyacinthus paused, his fingertips stroking the rough surface of the black clay vase.

There are two options before him.Should the blood bottle be kept to save his life, or should he throw it to Hercules and send it to Chiron to strengthen his soul?

If it were another person, this must be a difficult moral multiple-choice question. Maybe after thinking twice, he would still choose to protect himself.

He could even give a lot of reasons. For example, even the God of Medicine said that any method would be ineffective against Chiron. What if the blood bottle was for nothing?

For another example, leaving a blood bottle doesn't just save his own life!It also gives more chances to destroy Jinsuo and let the people who come later get rid of the control of fate.

Hyacinthus took off the blood bottle without hesitation and stuffed it into Hercules' hands: "Persephone left it for me, you can give it to Chiron to try."

Persephone made it very clear in her letter that the blood was to prevent him from being unable to bear the pain caused by the serious injury and losing his mind, causing his soul to collapse, which was just right for Chiron's situation.

As for himself... he didn't mean to be proud, but Jacintos was sure that he had enough pain tolerance.

Objectively speaking, if the injury was so painful that even he couldn't bear it, then his soul would have collapsed under such a heavy blow long ago, and there was no chance for him to drink medicine.

"..." Hercules opened his mouth a few times, but in the end he couldn't say anything to refuse. He held the blood bottle and his Adam's apple rolled a few times, "When will you do it tonight? I'm going to the Hades Hall Talk about the old days."

At any rate, he can also help hold Hades or Brother Reaper from rushing to the scene in such a timely manner, which can be regarded as his modest effort.

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With the golden arrow in hand, Hyacinthus didn't delay for a second. When he returned to the palace, he asked the maid Sarah for a three-headed dog's teething ball. In the small garden, he found Persephone who was holding Mingta and talking. .

A father for a day, a father for life, Yacintos clicked his lips, and rubbed the little girl's head with the mentality of an old father: "Give me Mingta."

"..." I don't know if I realized something, but the little girl is not as obedient as before.

She held the mint grass and did not move. When she raised her head, there were tears in her eyes: "What are you going to do? I feel very scared."

Yacinto paused for a moment, softened his strength this time, and patted the little girl's head lightly: "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll make up for my regrets, and see if I can bring you some presents."

Like freedom.Hyacinthus finished it in his heart, lazily stretched out his slender hand, and pulled the little girl up: "But before I leave, I want a token, such as a golden rose."

Considering that Persephone once said in her letter that she planted these roses in order to show her mother when she reunited with her, although Persephone had asked him to ignore this idea, Hyacinthus still added: " Just pick the one you think is the ugliest. It’s hard work for you to grow this flower, and it would be a waste to give me the most beautiful one.”

"..." The little girl was shocked. Yacintos could basically detect it with the old father's radar. The meaning in the eyes of the other party was probably that the flowers I raise are beautiful, but you actually called them ugly.

This made Hyacinths couldn't help laughing, and the dull feeling brought by Hercules was like a cloud being slapped away by a kitten's paw: "Hurry up, I'm rushing to set off tonight. I'll leave later Finally, you draw up another invitation letter, asking the three sisters of Croto to come to the underworld to participate in the tea party you hold, this is the approximate time I proposed for you to send the invitation letter, and you follow it."

"Why, I'm not very familiar with them..." The little girl muttered, still patted the hem of her skirt, walked to the golden rose bush, picked left and right, picked a branch and picked it off, "I-ah! "

The golden rose bushes, which were still delicate and charming, withered instantly the moment Persephone broke off the flower branches, and withered into pitch-black stumps.

On the contrary, the golden rose in Persephone's hand bloomed a little bigger than before, emitting a soft golden light from the branches to the petals.

Jacintos was dumb for a moment, looked at the little girl who seemed to be petrified, and was somewhat apologetic: "I thought picking one flower would not affect the other flowers."

He originally wanted to keep Persephone's favorite rose flower, maybe he might not be able to come back in the future, but Persephone still had a chance to walk up to his mother with the most beautiful golden rose ...

Persephone breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I picked the most beautiful one!"

The little girl raised her hand and stuffed the golden rose and mint grass into Jacintos' arms, just like when she made a puppet and forced them into Jacintos's arms, she patted coaxingly: "It must be Come back safely!"

"..." Jacintos smiled.

The Spartans had no deserters to retreat, only warriors who died in battle.

The little girl said that she hoped that he would come back safely, so let him interpret it as wishing him a triumphant return.

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Although the time flow rate in the underworld is different from that in the human world, the day and night changes are simulated decently.

Jacinto carefully put the shining golden rose into the box, rode a well-trained high horse, and galloped towards the fork in the night without stopping.

He is already very familiar with the attacking routines of the bull-headed guards. In addition to observing them hundreds of years ago, he has also practiced them himself in recent decades. The guard who practiced the most showed a look of astonishment.

When any creature is surprised, the attack must be instinctive, the most familiar and most practiced attack.

Even because they had practiced duels with Yacinthos many times until early in the morning, the bull-head guards were shocked, and subconsciously used moves that were basically used during duel training.It wasn't until Hyacinthus flied in front of the last guard that the Minotaurs reacted and roared in grief and anger as if they had been betrayed: "Yacinthus!!"

Hyacinthus apologized in his heart, turned the horse's head, and took the unavoidable thunder hammer from the last guard. At the moment the horse fell down with a mournful cry, he rolled on the ground and crossed the fork , Forcibly ignoring the pain caused by the broken leg bone in his right leg, he jumped onto the bridge with both hands.

"Fuck!" The dead souls on the bridge were frightened into a commotion, Yacintos leaped vigorously like a normal person, climbed the bridge pillars, stepped on the handrails and jumped forward.

The Minotaurs in the rear chased wildly, and some of them shouted angrily: "Stop him! Stop him! He can run so fucking well with a broken leg! Shameless, heartless..."

When Hyacinthus was asking for advice, how much they put their hearts and souls out. Who the hell would have thought that they were preparing for escape. If they were let go, would they have good fruit in front of His Majesty Pluto?

When the guards on the bridge heard the shout, they turned their heads one after another, still confused. Suddenly, a ghost appeared in front of them. They acted instinctively with quick reflexes. Either they were dodged and thrown away, or the ghost backhanded them very skillfully. With a tug, he fell to the ground in embarrassment: "Fuck..." Who is it!Why do you seem to be familiar with the habit of making moves against them!

The guards on the bridge climbed up holding their helmets, and looked up: "- grass!! Stop him! Stop him! Heartless white-eyed wolf!"

Hyacinthus kept walking, and ran towards the Styx along the best route he had observed. Behind him, the torrent of soldiers chasing him was getting stronger and stronger, and after several warnings, he stopped and gradually emerged. True fire: "Where's the archer? Shoot him!"

It is understandable for a living soul to want to return to the human world, but it is a felony for a dead soul to escape from the underworld.The archers no longer held back their hands, and raised their dark bows like a full moon. The arrows pierced the air, screaming, and shot straight at the back of the fugitive.

Hyacinthus turned a corner without changing his face, relying on the difference between the dead soul and the human body, as long as he can bear the pain, he can continue to move. Instead of slowing down, the speed of his gallop has steadily increased. Can just brush his heels.

Across this bridge is the River Styx guarded by Charon.Hyacinthus even had enough energy to reach out to the waist box, and seized the time to jump onto the boat that happened to be docked by Charon: "Go quickly."

The golden rose glowed in the red box, and the mint grass lying quietly next to it was also dyed a magnificent gold.

Charon's eyes changed slightly, and before Jacintos could urge him a second time, he punted the boat vigorously amidst the yelling and cursing of the underworld soldiers, and the ferry moved away from the embankment in an instant.

"Fuck! Charon, are you crazy too?!" The leader of the team almost jumped, his eyes widened in disbelief, "You—why did you help him?? He is a dead soul! You see clearly!"

"..." Charon glanced at the soldiers on the bank expressionlessly, and then looked away.

He saw clearly that Hyacinthus held the golden rose in his hand.

He promised one person one thing and waited for many years by the river Styx.

Now the promise can finally be fulfilled.

The pitch-black water of the Styx swirled treacherously, and slapped the ferry boat under the shouts of the soldiers.

In the distance, more troops rushed over, and the leader of the army blew the horn, and the Styx River suddenly twisted a waterspout tens of meters high, mixed with crying and screaming, and several river gods emerged from the river. , set off a huge wave.

Jacintos rolled his eyelids against the huge waves, sat down against the side of the boat, and patted the side of the boat not very vigorously: "Kokutos."

It might be mean to say this, but Jacintos moved his broken right leg slightly, and said: "Send me..."

Originally, he wanted to say, "Send me to cross the river safely, and I will send you to reunite with your daughter", but this seemed more threatening.

But the screams and wailing in the waterspout were ear-piercing, and he couldn't help thinking, for Mingta and Chiron, how better is their situation than the dead souls on the scorched earth of hell?If he still grasps the sore spots of these kind-hearted people and threatens their relatives, then it's too bad.

He sighed silently, raised his hand to tie the golden rose around his waist, put the mint grass in a box, and gently placed it on the lake: "I'll... take Mingta home."

"..." The horns and military orders on the shore were still ringing, but the raging Styx fell silent for a moment.

The box containing mint grass floats on the river, like an ignorant toddler bumping into the feet of a waterspout mixed with wailing and crying.

The towering waterspout seemed to have been frozen in time, and after a moment of stillness, it suddenly scattered, and the crying river god Kokutos stretched out his hand from the collapsed waterspout: "Daughter—"

The countless weeping voices in the crying river followed the mourning, and the sighs followed the sighs: "My daughter!"

The entire riverbed trembled like thunder, and the box containing the mint grass was drawn into the re-gathered waterspout by the current. The army of the underworld was just organized to go down the river to intercept it. The archers raised their bows and shot arrow feathers. The water of the Styx River burst forth, and the [-]-meter-high water wall slapped heavily on the bank.

The golden rose on Hyacinth's waist gave off scorching heat, like a silent urging, Charon lightly tapped the pole with the help of the current boat, and when he was close to the river bank, he directly lifted the long pole, swept towards Hyacinth, and lifted him onto the ground. pier.

The army on the other side had already assembled, and Jacintos drew his sword backhand. Just as he was about to strike, the golden rose at his waist lifted him up, flew over the soldiers' heads, and flew towards the gate of hell.

The weak flower branch bent unbearably, and the petals fell off at an extremely fast speed. Yacintos did not dare to make any big moves, but turned his head to look at the gate of hell that was getting closer, and put the three-headed dog's molars into a small ball. touch it out.

"Hycinthus—"

Sleeping God's familiar voice came from behind, and the sound of wings flapping came from far and near.

Hypnos gritted his teeth a bit: "It's been so long since you've been pestering us to ask if we can leave the underworld, I still think you've given up..."

He gritted his teeth again, really impatient to be nice to this guy who didn't give up. Although Hades and Thanatos didn't come because of Hercules' visit, he alone was enough to deal with this trivial matter.

The divine power of the sleeping god was blown out by Hypnos, and the divine power that could make Tartaros also fall into a peaceful sleep shrouded Hyacinthus: "Why do you never change after repeated admonitions?"

The golden rose flew faster and faster, as if it wanted to race against the divine power of the sleepy god, and the petals fell so that Jacintos felt distressed.

Hypnos pulled out the golden arrow from his back with his backhand. Seeing Hypnos who had stopped in his tracks and was only waiting for him to fall after falling asleep, he turned the arrow without hesitation and drew a long line on his left arm with the arrow. bloodstains.

The hydra venom instantly melted into the blood and penetrated into the bone marrow, like the pain of being placed on a fire, as Hercules said, cruelly and forcefully expelling the enveloping sleepiness from the body.

Hyacinthus' face paled suddenly, but without delay he smiled lazily at Hypnos: "I'm sorry, if you agree to a person, you have to prepare a gift for her."

The ambition can be said to be a little bigger, and he also promised the little girl to return triumphantly.