spartan ancestor

Chaos' silence did not dampen Hyacinthus's spirits.

As it turns out, not only is the word "uneasy" out of his dictionary, but he also doesn't have the word "let it go."

He was still thinking about Xinghe before, and considering how long he might have to stay in this ghostly place in the future, he had to fight for some benefits for himself, right?

"..." Yunxu in the darkness was speechless for a while.

What a shit.

For a few seconds, Chaos almost wanted to taunt, but in the end he just rolled the condensed cloud and swept it away with a cool wind, and the cold voice echoed in the darkness: "No noise."

Yacintos didn't expect that Chaos would make a sudden move. Yunxu pushed his waist gently, and he stepped into the Chaos Nebula.

The soft landing point was difficult to leverage, and Jacintos staggered forward a few steps with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and finally stabilized his figure.As soon as he stood firmly, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Is this considered a deal?She also purposely wrapped him up on her body to make a home.

Of course, he wouldn't be so affectionate as to think that it was the God of Chaos who favored him. Obviously, it was to guard against his dissent.

The surrounding clouds seemed fluffy and soft, but Jacintos had no doubt that if necessary, these clouds would be more effective than those chains in the God Prison. Once he showed something wrong, he could be swallowed up in an instant.

But will he be afraid?of course not.

Hyacinthus's adaptability has always been as strong as his skin thickness, he just lifted the corner of his robe, sat down on the spot, propped his chin lazily, and picked up the fruit basket in a natural and relaxed posture that was no different from a picnic , took out the golden shuttle.

The dim light of the thread of fate illuminates the chaotic nebula, and Hyacinthus squints at the giant floating in the darkness, regretting that the starlight still did not light up for a few seconds, then withdraws his eyes, lowers his head and starts to do his own thing own business.

For example, pick out the short and sticky thread of fate of Chaos, and manipulate the golden shuttle to untie the thread of fate.

Another example is that after adjusting the sitting posture a few times, I felt that the uneven clouds were not so comfortable, so I moved to the side and patted the clouds like brushing a pillow.

Chaos' attention was passively drawn back: "..."

Is this the expression of "uneasy" and "really afraid" in the mouth of human beings?Zeus's heart is more true than this.

But Hyacinthus did keep quiet, as he had asked before.And after rectifying a fluffy and comfortable nest, he didn't move around indiscriminately. Chaos quietly looked at the humans in the nest, but still looked away.

Jacintos didn't care whether Kao looked at him or not.He picked up the short thread of fate with the golden shuttle for a while, then put it down with a bit of speechlessness.

Logically speaking, the thread of fate shouldn't be so difficult to untangle, but Chaos's thread couldn't be untwisted no matter how hard he used his fingers, and the golden shuttle didn't seem to loosen much after picking it for a long time.

Hyacinthus seriously doubted whether fate had never given up on continuing to edit the golden thread for Chaos, but it couldn't be continued no matter what, so he had no choice but to reinforce the already edited destiny, just try to reinforce it once. , so that the gold thread is as hard to pick as iron wire.

Then this is not urgent, it is estimated that it will take a while.

Jacintos clicked his lips, threw the golden shuttle, and let the golden shuttle continue to pick up the thread automatically under the support of divine power, while he touched his waist and took off the golden rose tied on the belt.

After several twists and turns, the originally blooming rose has withered to a few petals, almost a bare branch.

Hyacinthus touched the golden branch and pondered: What should we do after this?Just keep it on your waist?In case it is dropped someday, do you still expect Chaos to help pick it up?

Anyway, from the beginning to the end, he never thought of throwing away the golden branch that was no longer useful.

Although Persephone only briefly mentioned the follow-up treatment of the golden branch in the letter, what is just "little sensibility" and "this point can basically be discarded now, you can just ignore it", it seems that whether you can keep the golden rose has nothing to do It's important, but Jacintos doesn't think that this golden branch can become insignificant.

Jin Shuo was still diligently picking up the thread of fate, and Hyacinthus glanced at the golden thread that had no progress, and could predict how long it would take to untie the thread. Lie down on the upper side, support your head with one hand, and play with the golden branch with the other.

He had an idea in his mind, but he was not sure if he could succeed.

After becoming a dead soul, the biggest difference from being alive is the different conditions for the body to function.

It was as if he had his leg bones smashed, his abdominal cavity cut open, and even half of his head lost. As long as he could bear the pain, he could do whatever he could, regardless of his thoughts or actions.

That being the case, can he use a certain part of his body as a storage room to store the golden sticks?

He has this kind of thinking, of course it is not purely for Jin Zhi, but also thinking about how to take advantage of the loopholes of fate.

For example, fate has placed restrictions on Jinsuo, preventing him from modifying the thread of fate for anyone other than Chaos.

But there are two people who are not within this limit.

One is Persephone, and the other is himself.

When he was on the island, Yacintos had completely twisted the two threads of fate. If he wanted to make some arrangements now, what he had to do was not "modification" but "rearrangement". Within limits.

That is, he should now be able to manipulate Persephone and his own fate at will.

Of course, he definitely wouldn't attack Persephone, but he didn't have any scruples about himself.

This gave him the opportunity to drill another loophole—fate poured enough divine power to compete with him on the golden shuttle.

When Fate did this at the beginning, it was a bit of a sense of precaution, and it didn't directly pour divine power into Yacinthos.But as far as Yacintos is concerned, this defense is not without loopholes.

What if he creates a new thread of fate for himself and fuses himself with Jin Shuo?

Will the divine power poured into Jinsuo belong to him?

Of course, these are only the most ideal state. In fact, these conjectures about loopholes may not always be realized.

And even if it is realized, he still has to consider a question, that is, what is poured into the golden shuttle is the divine power of fate, will fate feel it when he forcibly occupies it?

Considering this possibility, the idea of ​​merging with the Golden Shuttle through the Thread of Fate is best put into practice at the end.

Yacintos sat up while supporting Yunxu while thinking.

As for now...he can try from the first loophole first.

For example, try to weave a new thread of destiny for himself, and test to see if he can really control his own destiny at will, without being restricted by the previous destiny.

This thread of fate need not be complete.

It can be like the one that fate wove for Chaos, with only a short section, with a special attribute added—such as transforming a certain part of oneself into a storage room.

As for where to transform... Yacintos raised his arm and gestured the golden branch in front of his eyes a few times.

"Human." A low voice suddenly sounded in the dark space, echoing in the boundless abyss, "What are you doing?"

Chaos is not a meddlesome character, and after Jacintos settled down, he had already turned his attention away.

But his way of seeing things is different from that of human beings. He does not rely on a single, fixed organ. He can perceive the entire abyss. Therefore, even if he does not take the initiative to look at it, Hyacinthus' movements are still captured by him. arrive.

Objectively speaking, Yacintos' actions are indeed quite terrifying. At first glance, it looks like he is gesticulating how to insert a flower branch into his eye socket, so it is hard not to be misunderstood.

"Huh?" Hyacinthus opened his eyes wide with an expression of exasperating innocence. "Should I keep quiet?"

It's not that he took the initiative to talk, it was Chaos who asked first.

He turned the flower branch in his hand: "I'm going to keep this in my eyes. By the way, you've lived a long time and seen a lot. Have you ever seen such a precedent?"

"..." Chaos was silent for a moment, not quite able to understand how this man made a very ordinary sentence so that it didn't seem like he was saying something good.

This tone always makes him wonder if Jacintos is secretly calling him a bastard who has lived a long time and has a lot of experience.

On this point, Jacintos was more wronged.

He always used this tone when facing the people he wanted to fool, and it would cause such a misunderstanding to Chaos, probably because he usually used this tone to fool the old and immortal members of the Senate. There was a bit of ridicule.

In short, it sounds quite choking, but you have no evidence to accuse him of swearing. Basically, the elders who have been reprimanded by him like this at least don’t want to talk to him that day, and consciously avoid talking to him.

In comparison, Chaos' reaction may be more direct, if you can't find any evidence, don't look for it, just do it directly.

The nest that Hyacinthus had just escaped for a short time suddenly bulged back, and he was thrown forward, and fell face down in the suddenly hardened cloud layer, almost breaking his nose.

"Hiss...you're talking well, why did you do it?" Interferenced by the venom of the Hydra, Hyacinthos had a hard time identifying the condition of his nose through the sense of pain, whether it was broken or not, so he could only grope for a while with his hands , and by the way, smelly and shamelessly dumped the dirty water, "It's too much, bullying the weak."

It's okay to bully, Chaos indifferently knocked down a bastard who choked when he made a sound: "Why save it?"

He paused: "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

For convenience, Tartarus divided the abyss into four layers.

The top is the endless darkness, the second floor is the scorched earth of hell, and the bottom is the divine prison where the gods of the previous generation were imprisoned.

He was sleeping under the God Prison, and even though he was already separated from the scorched earth of hell, he would occasionally be awakened by the wailing and screams from hell.

Living beings are so afraid of pain, how can someone ask for it?

After confirming that his nose was still intact, Jacintos put down his hands: "Are you afraid of pain... Tsk."

He is really not afraid.Compared with the hydra venom, even if he really inserted a golden stick directly into the eye socket, it would probably be similar to a painless operation.

But Hyacinthus was not interested in publicizing the hydra poison in his body, so he skipped this question after clicking his tongue, and answered the previous question asked by Chaos: "Why keep it? It's a long story. Do you want to hear it?"

"..." The existence in the darkness was silent for a moment, and the clouds floated, blowing a cool breeze.

With the twilight of the thread of fate, Hyacinthos could see the clouds that had wrapped up vigilantly and seemed to be ready to take away the flowers in his hands receded one by one, probably when Chaos heard the long story He lost interest and turned to leave.

Hyacinthus didn't take this little incident seriously either. After Chaos withdrew his attention, he lay back in the distance again, picked up a golden shuttle, and began to weave gold threads according to his own ideas.

It took quite a while, as some things are easier said than done.Moreover, the weaving method taught to him by Kroto did not include how to transform the human body, so Jacintos could only explore it by himself.

Fortunately, he had plenty of time to try and make mistakes, and his hard work paid off. In the end, he completed this special thread of fate. After the golden thread penetrated his eyelids and melted into his eye sockets, he immediately threw the golden branch into his eyes, and by the way, put the thread on his back. He took off the bag that had never been put down behind him, and took out the golden arrow hidden in the red cloak.

In the darkness, the clouds moved silently, setting off air currents.

Hyacinthus was still getting used to the vision filled with golden light. Feeling the breeze blowing on his face, he didn't even bother to raise his head. He only raised his eyelids, and his tone was like greeting a familiar neighbor: "Here?"

Chaos glanced at Jacintos, his eyes moved down, and stayed on the golden arrow that Jacintos wiped on his knee, and there was still some waves in his emotionless heart.

These are two particularly sinister sneak attack arrows, and to a certain extent, he is actually very familiar with them.

The law attached to this arrow, one is that it can not distinguish the strength of the person hit by the arrow, causing serious injuries, and the other is concealment, which can confuse people to ignore the powerful power of law attached to it, making it impossible to recognize its threat sex.

Because of its original purpose, the latter was so deceptive that Hyacinthus would not have even noticed it if he hadn't taken the arrow out of the package and placed it squarely before his eyes.

"Huh?" Hyacinthus tilted his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to block the golden arrow's point as if belatedly aware, "I'm sorry, I didn't touch you, did I?"

"No need to test." Chaos said lightly, "This arrow can't do much damage to me."

"...I didn't say I would shoot you with this arrow." Hyacinthus paused for a moment, then sighed, "But it won't do much harm to you, so wouldn't it be useless to that one?"

Chaos could hear that this was purely scheming human beings talking again, but after a few seconds of silence, he still said, "This arrow was made in the first place because he wanted to deal with me."

The two of them are equal in strength, and neither of them can do anything to the other. When Fate first polished these golden arrows, he really worked hard, hoping to use this to injure him.

"Then why did it fail in the end?" Seeing that Chaos spoke so frankly, Jacintos simply asked without hindrance, and leaned forward as if expecting to listen while asking.

Chaos said indifferently: "The golden arrow is too powerful, and it also poses a threat to him. He was very suspicious, and he was afraid that if I counterattacked, he would shoot himself in the foot with a stone, so he abandoned this plan and put the golden arrow on it. The law of God has been weakened, and it is guaranteed that it will not cause harm to him."

Jacintos nodded: "Then how do you know?"

"..." Chaos paused for a moment, "He has the thread of my destiny in his hands. Although it is my handle, I can also use it to peep."

That's why fate became suspicious and abandoned the plan.Basically, Chaos was discovered by Fate when he was spying on Fate to make the golden arrow, and Fate was so shocked that Fate gave up the plan.

Chaos also said it as if fate is so cowardly, tsk.

This chaos is dishonest.

However, this added a bit of human touch to Chaos, who always seemed indifferent and unapproachable, especially after that, Chaos seemed to want to quickly cover up the embarrassment of his voyeurism and arrest, with a kind of avoidance. Added: "Even the original golden arrow can't completely kill him."

"You have a golden shuttle and a golden thread. You should know that He has a habit of parasitizing a part of himself on a masterpiece he is satisfied with. The more satisfactory the work, the more parasitic parts. If you want to seriously injure him, you need to recover at least a large part of it. Otherwise, those parasites will continuously draw divine power from the host to supply his vacancy."

"..." Yacintos frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He really didn't know what Chaos said. Fortunately, he didn't do it out of caution when he was on the island.

According to Chaos, it seems that it is more difficult to deal with fate than he expected.

The power of the golden arrow is not enough, even if it is enough, the part of the fate parasitic outside is enough for the fate to make a comeback.If he wanted to completely eradicate this dog thing, he had to eradicate at least a large part of those parasites... Where did he have this chance?

Counting on Chaos?When he helps Chaos get rid of the control of fate, maybe they can solve the fate together?

Hyacinthus decisively crossed out this highly dependent thought in his mind.

Maybe after getting acquainted with him and confirming that Chaos has a heart, he will give him a certain amount of trust.But at this time, the sum of what the two of them have said together can be counted on the fingers. He is stupid to put all his hopes on Chaos, or he has to figure out a goal that can be realized within his own ability. plan.

In the darkness, Hyacinthus fell into deep thought, and Chaos also had some mood swings.

He rarely took an interest in anything, but Hyacinthus was a paradox.

He is a weak human being, but strong enough to escape from the underworld and snatch the golden shuttle from fate.

His will is as hard as steel, and he can be calm under his own gaze, as if nothing can break him calmly, but he will occasionally show a little fragile fatigue in the dark facing a withered and bare golden branch.

The darkness of the abyss is always long and unchanging.On the contrary, Jacintos' unexpected accident was particularly eye-catching and hard to ignore.

It was difficult for him not to notice this human being during the boring, long waking hours, and then countless questions would unconsciously arise in his mind-why?How did you do it?There must be many interesting stories about this person.

This is not good.he thinks.

This is a human being, a human being with a purpose.

He should quickly fulfill his promise, then leave the abyss, and run towards his goal.In the end, either the soul returns to the spirit of Elysee, or she uses the golden shuttle to seek another life for herself.

So he restrained himself and left in silence when Jacintos asked "Would you like to hear a long story?"

This is the right way things are going, they should be like two straight lines, intersect at some point, and then go their separate ways, going in opposite directions.

Then spend the remaining infinite extension in the corners that they can't see.