spartan ancestor

Tartarus divided the abyss into four layers. The uppermost layer is the darkness that separates the abyss from the underworld, the second layer is the scorched earth of hell, the third layer is the god's prison, and the fourth layer is the sleeping place of Chaos.

The darkness where everyone is now is the uppermost layer, and Chaos stopped them here: "The parasites on their bodies have not been resolved, and going directly will delay them."

Chaos said to Yacinthos in a deep voice: "I have sealed off the entire abyss. As long as fate is here, there is no escape. You first eliminate the parasites on them, and we will go down."

After Hyacinthus touched it, he was also thinking about it in his heart, and he waved his hand absent-mindedly, and the gold thread came out of his heart.

In his last life, he almost studied the golden threads upside down. After recovering his memory, he was not only handy in manipulating these golden threads, but also distracted to think about other issues: "Do you remember that after being shot by an arrow in the fate of the last life, there was already Seriously injured, suddenly recovering quickly halfway. Is that because of parasites?"

If it is, it's okay to say, I'm afraid that fate has other cards.

"No." Chaos frowned briefly, showing a bit of disgust, "He should have used the parasite to seize the bottle of life that swallowed Gaia."

"It's the artifact that Mother Earth used to conceive life and make all things live forever?" Yacintos rubbed his chin and muttered, "Why do you feel a little familiar..."

It seems that he has seen it somewhere, or heard of it, but it is only a glimpse, so the impression is not deep.Suddenly mentioned, some can't remember.

"The bottle of life is Gaia's accompanying artifact. Its power was born from me, so it is very effective." Chaos said lightly, "If fate is really in the abyss, his goal is likely to be Gaia's bottle of life in this life."

"Isn't that troublesome...why? You are so calm," Hyacinthos narrowed his eyes, "Is the bottle of life in your hand?"

"Not here. But it's still in our hands." Chaos raised his chin slightly, and gestured to a silly golden retriever in the crowd who was still crying.

A certain golden retriever had been peeking at this place in fear, but when Chaos' chin was so small, its legs went limp and its knees almost hit the ground.

I don't know what kind of entanglement and struggle he has gone through in his heart. Anyway, after his legs were weak, the golden retriever came over with a mournful face, and walked over generously: "Why... what are you going to do with me?"

"What the hell, who is free to talk to you now." Yacintos scolded funny, and corrected his expression slightly, "I remember you sent me a letter before? Said that I borrowed it from the abyss The bottle of life, restored Daphne's freedom."

"Ah, yes." Apollo said stupidly, and touched it from his arms casually, "This one?"

He smiled: "It's a bit embarrassing to say it. At the beginning, I said that this bottle of life was borrowed, but it was actually stolen... How can Gaia be so talkative? He even lent me his companion artifact. In order to enter the abyss Not to lose my life, I specially invited Hermes to drink at that time, and 'borrowed' Hermes' invisible helmet and flying boots, and only then did I steal the bottle of life from Gaia without any risk... ...But it's strange to say that this bottle of life is obviously Gaia's accompanying artifact, right? Logically speaking, it should be carried close to the body? But Gaia put it far away, which gave me a chance."

Hyacinthus snorted.

Because the bottle of life was swallowed by fate in her previous life, even if Gaia did not recover her memory, she would probably have an instinctive resistance to the bottle of life.It is convenient for Apollo to draw on fate without knowing it... This is probably something that fate never expected.

After the memory was restored, the efficiency of the gold wire improved qualitatively.The conversation with Apollo was empty, all the parasites of fate were pulled out of the bodies of the gods by the golden thread, and sent into the hands of Hyacinthus.

Under the force of the golden thread, those things that looked brilliant but actually sinister gradually merged into a ball of light. Hyacinthus tapped the surface of the ball of light with his slender fingers, and a golden thread wrapped around it was separated. Going out, relying on the connection between the light sphere and the main body, following the breath vertically.

It wasn't until the golden thread felt a connection to the real place that Yacintos shook his eyelashes: "I found it."

He didn't speak loudly, but as soon as he said this sentence, all the hustle and bustle around him stopped abruptly, and all the gods all cast their gazes.

Chaos raised his right arm slightly, grasped the golden thread with his knuckle-boned hand, and pulled it brazenly with divine power.

"Boom...boom—" A certain roar that seemed to penetrate the ground approached from the depths of the abyss.

In the next second, a certain culprit who hides his head and hides his tail, always hiding behind the scenes and manipulating all tragedies finally appears in front of the gods.

"——Tartaros?" Apollo yelled aloud before he realized, "Damn! Fate, you are too shameless, you want us to use the body of Tartarus as a trap?! Can you do things openly and aboveboard? a little?"

Apollo yelled the fastest and loudest. Destiny looked over, and before he had time to refute, he saw the bottle of life in Apollo's hand: "—You!"

Fate was so angry that he rolled his eyes several times on the spot, recalling that during this time he occupied Tartarus' body and searched for the bottle of life in the God Prison for so long, he couldn't help yelling: "You are shameless!" ! The thief who stole the artifact also has the nerve to stand up and tell others to be aboveboard?"

It is probably because of the grievances of hiding in Tibet these years. After Fate scolded Apollo, he turned his head and gritted his teeth hatefully and said to Chaos: "You are also deceived by lard, a majestic supreme god, deceived by beauty , actually helped a human to deal with me..."

"It's none of my business, did you have a good relationship without me?" Yacintos took the bottle of life from Apollo in front of fate, and turned his head and said strangely.

"..." Destiny's eyes were about to split, but Yacintos had no choice but to continue staring at Chaos and said, "How can you trust human beings? They are a collection of all greed and evil, and they dragged me today Get off the altar, it will be your turn tomorrow. You and I are the only ones of the same kind in this world, why do you want to kill each other? You haven’t stopped chasing and killing them all these years, haven’t you heard the story of the rabbit’s death and the fox’s sorrow?”

The fox was indifferent, and glanced at the rabbit with indifference and impatience, expressing that he only wanted his wife and children on the bed... Forget it, the children are the worst, he only wants his wife.

As for the greedy and vile human beings in the mouth of fate... Hyacinthus glanced at fate with a half-smile, turned his eyes away, scanned the group of gods, and finally settled on a certain place where he shrank his body and tried to reduce himself. The former god king who has a sense of presence.

The golden thread came out suddenly, and rolled the watermelon bug, who wanted to escape into the ground, to Jacintos, and pushed Zeus's soul in the direction of fate along the way: "Would you like to introduce me? This is To support you to the throne of the god king with one hand, and to ensure that you will continue to be beautiful and happy, and have both children and children, your own father is nothing more than that."

"I... I don't know..." After losing his godhead, it was a miracle that the soul of Zeus could speak in the abyss, and it was nothing to tremble a little.

In the past few days of being detained in the underworld, both he and Hera have received several rounds of corresponding punishments to punish their evil deeds during their lifetimes. At this time, let alone showing backbone, Zeus seized the opportunity and just wanted to beg for mercy: "Please... ...Please, please don't throw me into the abyss, I...I reflect on myself, I regret it, I shouldn't rely on divine power to do whatever I want, don't—"

Before he could finish his begging for mercy, he was interrupted by a high-pitched scream from Fate: "Shut up!!"

Seeing Chaos and Hyacinthos appearing at the same time, Fate did not appear so angry.

Hyacinthus raised his eyebrows, but spoke for Zeus at this moment: "Why are you so fierce, he has no godhead now, and he has been punished by the underworld. It is normal to be afraid."

"Scared..." Destiny gritted his molars, and Tartarus's black robe was agitated by divine power, fluttering like a jellyfish in the deep sea. "He can't be afraid, he can't beg for mercy!"

"Why?" Hyacinthus didn't mean to wait for fate to answer, and he answered after asking, "Because just like some proud writers cast their own shadow on a certain character, Zeus is The character you choose. In a way, he is you."

Hyacinthus took a step forward: "So you weave tragedies on so many people at will, but you weave for yourself a perfect plot of power, wealth and sex, and both children...all the benefits are taken by you. What about the fairness you always talk about? The tragedy you keep saying is art? Who is the aggregate of all greed and evil? "

"Fate!!" Countless shouts of anger mixed into answers, and they fell towards fate with their attacks.

Seeing that the fate was not good, this group of people was actually instigated by Jacintos to suppress any level, and they didn't even consider any kind of tricks. A thick fog enveloped the battlefield.

The moment the mist hit, Jacintos shook his head uncontrollably, and the next second he realized that he was back in Sparta, standing in his backyard.

The night was quiet, and there was no one in the small courtyard. Hyacinthus stood outside the window and looked into the house, and saw himself sleeping soundly on the bed.

Cutting in and out so many times in the old memory, Jacintos certainly knew that this was either reality, or some strange fate, why did he show him this empty courtyard?

【Look... look at the side of the bed...】

Fate's playful voice sounded hoarsely in the backyard, and the next second, Yacintos saw himself turning over on the bed, the quilt on his body was slightly skewed, and then, the black shadow that was originally perfectly integrated with the wisteria outside the window twisted strangely , protruding quietly from the wall, the slender tentacles stretched out to his side, picked up the quilt and tidied it up, then retracted silently to the wall.

【He has been... always watching you... even if he is not by your side... around you, under your feet, in dark corners that you have never noticed, he is always there...】

"Oh." Yacintos nodded and looked around, "Wait a minute."

Destiny: 【...@#￥What are you doing? ? 】

Hyacinthus used the golden thread to pick out a black shadow at his feet that was completely different from the surrounding darkness, and pulled it suddenly: "Meet with your companions?"

The film carefully erected by fate to separate Hyacinths and Chaos was broken by this tear.

Chaos crashed in from the other side of the diaphragm, and even his illusion followed: "How can I not compare to him? We are exactly the same!"

"?" Yacintos was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect to see another self here, and now a second one appeared.

He couldn't help staring at his other "self" for a few times before he was sure that this thing wasn't an illusion, but something that had transformed himself into an illusion.

The fake and Yacintos face to face, also stunned for a moment, but soon crossed his waist: "Look, look, we obviously look the same!"

It coaxed: "What is he obsessed with? You are the supreme god, but you do this for him. It's just because he was the one who broke into the abyss at the beginning. Besides, what else is special about him?" ? Am I not as good-looking as him? Is not Wen—"

Chaos didn't even finish listening, so he patted the thing into the darkness with his disgusting backhand, and fell into the scorched earth of hell: "Then stay here for three months and come see me again."

The scorched earth of hell is full of scorched fire, and every inch of the flames is specially refined by Tartarus for punishment. Even the second-generation god king in the **** prison can't stand this kind of torture.

As soon as the fake fell into the fire, it let out a piercing scream. While rolling and trying to extinguish the flames on its body, it screamed: "No! No! As long as I promise to Chaos, I will obey everything! , Stay with him in the abyss, and he will spoil me like Yacintos?!"

"??" Yacintos followed the hole that Chaos made in the dark to look at the burnt fake with the eyes of watching the bewildered behavior of human beings.

This thing only had the strength to scream at the beginning, but soon because there was no Tartarus himself to put on the restraint thoughtfully, under the ravages of the scorching fire, he couldn't help the pain, his soul flew away, leaving only a scorched insect corpse.

Chaos frowned: "How does he feel that he is worthy to be compared with you? He even encouraged me to kill you, he is enough..."

It's unbelievable, "You didn't even cry out in pain under the venom of the hydra. He only stayed in the scorching fire of hell for a blink of an eye, and he couldn't stand the pain and his soul flew away."

"...Cough." Jacintos cleared his throat, "You know that when it comes to choosing a mate, normal people don't use pain tolerance as a criterion?"

Chaos reluctantly changed one: "It can seriously hurt fate."

Yacintos: "Normal people...forget it." He couldn't hold back a smile, and patted Chaos' cheek frivolously, "We will talk about love after the war. I want to understand now, fate What is the purpose of acting this way?"

Sow discord here and say that Chaos is watching him, as if this will make him turn against Chaos on the spot.

He ran to Chaos and found another fake to pretend to be him, as if saying a few obedient words and promising that he would always be with Chaos would make Chaos like the new and hate the old.

Hyacinthus thought about it, paused, and suddenly understood.

In fact, there is nothing difficult to understand, these are actually fate trying to write scripts for them.

Only this time, no divine power can force it into effect, and each character has his own will. These plots that "completely make sense and make sense" in the eyes of fate become ridiculous and flimsy.

The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and the rest of the gods struggled out of the new script.

Many people were outraged by these absurd "new dramas", lost their old demeanor and yelled, especially Athena's voice was the loudest: "Reconciliation??? You tell me, at this point I suddenly feel that family harmony is more important. Important, so reconcile with Zeus and help him stand on your side??? What do you think I am?? When my mother has suffered all these years, what is the sacrifice of self-destructive sanity before the battle with Zeus? A light weight Shit, let it go?!"

She is quite elegant, the group of heroic apprentices who are tough guys like Chiron, their cursing words simply gather all the essence of the history of cursing in the world, even Amphitrite, who has always been relatively calm, spat a few words in a very aggressive way bad language.

Hyacinthus clicked his tongue and looked in the direction of the mist.Destiny is in the shell of Tartarus, and I don't know when to lead the gods of the previous generation who should have stayed in the prison to appear on the battlefield.

The "playwright" seemed to be quite puzzled that his plot didn't work. While instructing the previous generation of gods to come forward to fight for him, he asked in confusion, "I don't understand. Obviously, when I erased your memories before , you have become very obedient, why is it not effective now?"

Hiss... No wonder these two always reserved goddesses cursed.Hyacinthus took a sharp breath.

Before Amphitrite was wiped out of memory by fate, she was ashamed of guards and allies for so many years; Athena was intervened by fate, forgot to rescue her mother, and she personally guided her friend Amphitrite to the island.

These memories are an untouchable pain for these two goddesses, and now they are cut apart by fate for the second time...

fortunately.

Fortunately, even though memory can be erased, instinct cannot.

Neither will humanity.

Just like Hermes is obviously controlled by the fate of both children, but he always tries to rescue the innocent people who are coveted by Zeus.

Just like Amphitrite day after day, lighting up the chart star lamp of the hall at night.

Fate is still asking: "Why?"

Hyacinthus smiled. "Because of something you don't understand."

Human nature, you say it is fragile, it can be very fragile.

You say it is tough, but it can become indestructible at certain times, for certain people, for certain things, and for certain beliefs.

It allowed Hyacinthos to withstand the torment of the Hydra venom and the gaze of Chaos, and it also allowed these gods who were still afraid of Tartarus and the father gods before the war to use their hands. Trembling again, the footsteps become firm.

Destiny wanted to do the same trick again and escape again. Chaos had already learned the previous lesson, and was impatient to deal with the second fake Hyacinthus.

This is probably the first time Hyacinthus saw Fate panicked, not only because of Chaos' attack, but also because the body of Tartarus, which was occupied by him, suddenly became uncontrollable, and half of his body gave up Paralyzed as if struggling, causing him to fall to the ground while retreating.

Hyacinthus took the opportunity to connect the golden thread to Tartarus' body, and pulled it hard, trying to drive fate out of Tartarus' body.

For a moment, he succeeded by half, and his fate was pulled out by half an inch.

Probably due to the weakening of the control over the body, some residual consciousness belonging to Tartarus ran out, spit out complaints intermittently: "I am in the...deep...abyss...staying...well...well , why...why...also...was hit...and the pond...fish?"

Under the encroachment and devour of fate, Tartarus didn't have much consciousness remaining, and the remaining ones were used to fight against fate, restraining the movement of half of his body, so as to cut off this dog that has always been capable of escaping again. the back road.

Fate probably never imagined that I originally occupied the body of Tartaros, one is to restore divine power, and the other is to make Chaos more or less wary, but this excellent place to live has become His urn.

The turtle in the urn was dying, resisting the protruding hand of Chaos who had reconverted into a human form: "You...you can't let Hyacinthus defeat me, he has a golden shuttle, and after I disappear, he will inherit all I have Divine power... You allowed him to weave the thread of fate for you in your last life, aren't you afraid that he will manipulate you?!"

"Afraid?" Chaos pulled Destiny out of Tartaros's body, and said calmly with lowered eyelashes, "I gave it to him a long time ago."

In the abyss, Jin Suo weaves a bow for the young king.

The golden arrow aimed at the fate that had been torn out of its body, cut through the darkness, and shot out quickly.

In the dazzling golden light approaching, another ray of light suddenly crashed into the vision of fate.

It should have been eclipsed by a golden arrow.

However, under the cloak fluttering, the undercurrent of golden light forming the Λ pattern surged.

It is clearly visible on the winding Red Sea.