spartan ancestor

I don't know which step caused the problem. The golden thread of fate and the venom of the hydra were inseparably fused by Yacintos, and it was more troublesome to untie it than the two of them imagined.

Yacintos lost his patience after studying it for a few days, and simply and rudely provided the antidote to Chaos with the gold thread of fate attached to it and drank it, which was called "fighting poison with poison".

Luckily for him, the venom really started to slowly wear off.It’s just that the process is not very good, and the toxicity will explode every once in a while, and it is expected to continue until it is completely eradicated.

This process is not short. If a certain patient cooperates, an easy solution may be found during the period.

However, this patient is obviously very assertive, and plausible fallacies can piss off all doctors: "Why waste that time? You just do a basic arithmetic. I have to add the rest time because of the toxic outbreak, so I can spend time looking for it." So what wastes a long time for the painless healing plan? It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just making do.”

Chaos was so annoyed by Jacintos' "make do with it" that he withdrew his consciousness on the spot, shook his sleeves and left.When he floated to Tartarus, the lord of hell was punishing the prisoners who had tried to escape.

Although there was a door across the door, Chaos couldn't see the situation inside clearly, but just listening to the screams of the prisoner changing his tune and constantly ambiguously begging for mercy came out through the thick door, he could also imagine the force imposed by Tartaros. How harsh the punishment is.

Tartarus was very surprised to see Chaos at this time, and after signaling with his eyes to wait for a while, he raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Will you escape from prison next time?"

"No... ah!!! Please, no..." The prisoner's miserable cry subsided, probably fainting.

Tartarus clicked his tongue lightly, marked a symbol on the wooden board by the door, and then turned around: "What? What's the matter?"

Having been with Chaos for a long time, Tartaros knew a little bit about Chaos' temperament.Sometimes even if something happened, the other party didn't reply so quickly, so Tartarus wentssip along the way: "That's right. You asked me how the ban was used before? Did you fix it later?"

In fact, as usual, he doesn't talk much, and he doesn't talk much to Chaos.But out of the two gourds, one has to speak first. He and Chaos are together, so it is obvious that he can only speak first, biting the bullet and being the lively one.

Chaos was still thinking about whether to complain to Tartarus about Jacintos' behavior, and he was slightly stunned when he heard this: "What's wrong?"

"?" Tartarus was also stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say that the man's soul is about to dissipate—you haven't heard the alarm?"

Chaos unconsciously frowned in his heart: "I have heard of it. But why do you want to make it up?"

He actually didn't like hearing the word "alarm" very much, it reminded him of the long, sharp sound that was forbidden to pass through the connection of divine power every time Hyacinthus was poisoned.

That voice always disturbed him very much, but a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, but he is not willing to give his body a little time or attention. On the contrary, it makes his emperor not anxious and eunuchs anxious.

"??" Tartarus was even more confused, "I heard that you don't understand why you need to make up?"

He patiently explained in detail: "Our divine power is too powerful for undead souls, so the kind of restriction I provided is actually not strong, like a thin layer of bubbles, and the undead souls inside collapse and hit the bubbles. The body can regain solidity during this period, but the bubbles hit will also be broken. Since you said that you heard the alarm, then the dead soul in your hand should have collapsed at least once? Did you see that the prohibition was broken? , didn’t expect to make up for it?”

Chaos: "...the restriction is not broken."

"How is it possible? You just said that you heard the alarm—" Tartarus paused for a moment, realizing an improbable possibility, "He... the alarm sounded, but the soul didn't disperse?"

Tartarus couldn't believe it, and couldn't help asking: "Then the alarm should have sounded not long ago? Isn't it very loud?"

"...a long time." It was so long that he was upset, and the sound made him restless.

Chaos was silent for a moment: "It rang seven or eight times."

Tartarus was dumbfounded.

Seven or eight times, for a long time, what kind of concept is that?He digested it in his heart for a while, but still couldn't digest it. He turned and pointed to the prison door behind him: "Do you know who is inside here? Cronus. The second generation of God King."

"The punishment that can make him suffer from pain to the point where he collapsed on the ground like mud begging for mercy and fainting, can't make the alarm go off."

Tartarus knocked on the wooden board next to him: "I still need to score two or three times before I can complete his punishment. You said that the dead soul in your hand, the alarm sounded seven or eight times, but the soul didn't disperse even once? Not at all. Relying on restraint, relying on oneself to survive the pain?"

"..." Chaos was speechless.

After all, the poison is not on him, so I don't know how painful it can be.He could only guess, when the sirens blared and irritated him, that it might be hard, but he didn't expect it to be this hard.

"Then when you told me last time, I probably misunderstood." Tartarus said, "Is that dead soul a human? Completely human? Doesn't it contain the blood of gods?"

"No." Chaos said in a deep voice, "He is a human being through and through."

But he has a will stronger than the gods.

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like for Hyacinthus to beg for mercy. Even when the sirens sounded so loud that his eardrums tingled even though he didn't even think they existed, his mouth was still buzzing, and it always seemed... very relaxed.

After a while, it will pass.

No matter what happens, no matter how big the difficulty is, it will be over after a while.

Is that how he got along?Chaos thought.

"...Os....Chaos." Tartarus' voice called his attention back, "Is that... came to find you?"

Tartarus pointed to a fruit basket floating in the air with a little speechlessness.

This thing looks gaudy, and there are delicate patterns woven with vines on the edge.

Tartarus also didn't want to believe that this thing could have anything to do with Chaos, but the basket seemed to have eyes, and it bumped into Chaos' consciousness. When he saw that Hades raised That stupid dog hit Hades with its head in the same way.

"..." Chaos looked down at the fruit basket.

This thing does not fear the gaze of the Creator God at all, just knocks him with his hands tirelessly.but……

And a little inexplicably pleasing.

It's the kind of pleasing feeling that after reading it, the original dullness in my heart is patted away by someone's paw indifferently.

Holding such a filter, Chaos pulled out the note inside:

[The abyss is very dark, and I am very scared. If there is a sky full of stars, it may be able to sweep away the loneliness in my heart. 】

Chaos: "..."

You dumb ass!

It was the first time for Tartarus to see such a strong emotional fluctuation in this great god, and he couldn't help but glanced at the note: "..."

He immediately fell silent, and took a cautious look at Chaos's divine sense, which was as shapeless as his body.

Those who are familiar with him know that whether Xinghe is not Xinghe is the Achilles heel of Chaos, and no one will be idle and idle about this kind of problem of stepping on a minefield.

He was a little worried about whether this ghost could survive the anger of Chaos after seven or eight alarms.

However, Chaos just grabbed the note and looked at it silently for a while, then threw it back into the fruit basket, and along the way, a cloud of clouds made the basket roll five or six times out of thin air, and he reprimanded indifferently: " roll."

"……"That's it?Tartarus couldn't help but click his lips.

I don't remember who it was before—oh, it should be Gaia. When she was expelled into the abyss, she wanted to come to Chaos and cry because she was the heir conceived by Chaos himself.

That is to say, he asked something like why the Chaos Nebula didn't light up. At that time, Chaos threw him back to the God's Prison, and also threw most of his God's Prison to show his displeasure.

When it's your turn here, just say hello?

Still shooting the basket, are you kidding me?

The fruit basket was also quite interesting, after being patted a few times, it turned around and flew away.

"..." Tartarus silently watched the warrior basket leave, and enlightened himself with "I don't care about other people's business, I don't care about it" for a while, and just finished adjusting his state, he opened his mouth to ask Chaos Looking for what's wrong with me, I saw the familiar warrior's basket flying back the same way.

Tartarus: "..."

A note popped out, and the author wrote in a condescending tone: [All right.Is there anything to eat?The dead can eat. 】

Chaos: "..."

"..." Tartarus was also silent.

Even if he was not shocked by the willpower of the dead soul, he would also be shocked by the boldness and cheekiness of the dead soul.What tone is this?Tartarus felt that this man was so unscrupulous that he almost danced on Chaos' head. Where did he have the courage?

Tartarus was almost certain that Chaos would be offended by the note this time, and felt displeased, but the next second he heard Chaos holding the note and asking calmly, "Is there any?"

"Huh?" He didn't respond for a while.

"Things that dead souls can eat." Kaus paused for a moment, thought for a while, and added, "He's a...Spartan. Recently, he has been weak due to toxin attacks many times. Are human beings sick and need supplementation? The customs of the body? Just look for these conditions and send them back."

Tartarus: "I..."

Just look for these conditions? ? ?

What misconceptions do you have about the abyss or the scorched earth of hell? ?Are the ghosts here to run the cafeteria?

The author has something to say: Tartarus: Then what am I?Meituan takeout?