spartan ancestor

Yacintos still maintained the posture of drawing the bow and string, and was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

It is said that it is dark under the lamp. When he guessed the identity of Chaos, he also enthusiastically thought about the materials used for the gloves and cloak that Chaos used, and finally concluded that it is something from the gods. I know, Dudu never thought that the gold pattern on the cloak would be Chaos' fate.

He never thought that in his last life, the other party had been fighting openly and covertly with an old rival for the thread of his own destiny and spying on each other for so long, but in the first year of time going back, he gave it to him as a birthday present.

And when it was delivered, there was no mention of its particularity.

No wonder, no wonder the other party reacted that way every time he planned to lend the cloak.

Fortunately, after he got a new cloak, he didn't lend it out even once, otherwise, wouldn't it be that without knowing it, Chaos would be bored and wronged for so many years.

"Uh——" The fate of being shot by the golden arrow is like a caged animal, fighting in vain.

The golden thread kept absorbing the divine power that had fallen from his body because of the golden arrow, and every time it was absorbed, the size of Destiny shrank by a circle.

Under the fear of dying, he uttered a cry mixed with pain: "Contract! There is still a contract between us!"

"That's right!" He seemed to have grasped at a life-saving straw. "According to the contract law, a contract that does not specify a time limit can be extended indefinitely, but there is a natural deadline! It must be completed before one of the parties in the contract dies!"

Probably because he felt that he had caught Yacintos, the expression of fate became fierce again: "Save me, otherwise according to the contract, you will become a part of me before I completely dissipate, and you can only wait to be with me." Perish together!"

Yacintos came back to his senses, glanced at Fate lightly, and sneered: "Don't worry, am I fulfilling the contract?"

He leisurely dialed the golden thread connecting himself with fate: "When I absorb you, you will merge with me like a golden shuttle, and I will be a part of you, and you will be a part of me. You see, there has been no such thing from beginning to end." One party 'disappeared' and only I fulfilled the treaty 'in good faith'."

So, don't compare your heart with people who engage in politics.Every sentence of this kind of person has its own purpose, and no one knows which sentence has a hook hidden under it and which sentence has a pit buried under it.Perhaps without realizing it, the person has already been caught by the hook and coaxed to fall headlong into the pit.

Yacintos smiled at the speechless fate: "This is the script I carefully arranged for you. It may take a long time to prepare, but fortunately it ends perfectly. Do you like it?"

Fate has no chance to answer this question again.

The soul that was still struggling completely lost its vitality a second before Jacintos finished speaking, and turned into a pure gold godhead, which was pulled by the golden thread and merged into Jacintos' chest.

This is a quiet change. First, the scars on Yacintos' body were healed by the godhead, and then, the human body was tempered by the godhead, and transformed into the body of a god inch by inch.

The gods present felt something, and looked in the direction of Hyacinthus.There, a new Supreme God was born, a unique, powerful yet gentle divine power spread silently.

But Yacinthos himself didn't really care whether he was mighty or gentle. He was flipping through the memory of fate, so as to check for gaps and make up for omissions, lest this cunning rabbit come into another hole.

It's a pity that after the fate dissipated, the remaining memories were fragmented, and this guy lived a long time, Yacintos could only occasionally dig out some content related to the present from the vast sea of ​​fragments.

For example, when he and Chaos crossed the River Styx on Charon's boat, how fate hated himself for not being able to show up in front of Chaos, and how he heard him being encouraged by the troubadour. After singing "May our boat pass through this crazy water safely", I went crazy silently, and I could only watch as Jin Suo performed according to his words, canceling the fate of "no one can return to the other side" arranged by himself of.

For another example, when in the underworld, Cupid's arrow of Cupid was caught by Hyacinthus, the light overflowing on the surface was not actually the divine power of Cupid's arrow itself, but the destiny specially attached to the bow and arrow, so that he could use it at any time. Use the divine power.

When the bow and arrow were caught by Hyacinthus, those divine powers were silently seized by the golden thread, so after that, Cupid realized that his arrow of Eros seemed to have changed, and the love represented was no longer limited to the love of men and women , It also began to include family affection, main pet and so on.

There is also the whereabouts of the three fateful sisters that Hyacinthus has always cared about.

The little black box that fate handed over to them at the beginning actually contained the parasites it divided.Although the three sisters did not know the specific contents of the black box, they could guess that it was not a good thing.So after diving into the abyss, not only did they not bother to hide their whereabouts, but they forcibly resisted the instinct to obey their fate, deliberately showing off their feet, and aroused Tartarus' vigilance.

The plan sounds like a good one, but it's not well thought out.

Most of their minds have to be used to resist the instinct of obeying fate, forgetting to consider that after discovering something abnormal, the reaction of a normal person may be to grab a stick and check again, but Tartarus, a great god, is different and can make them It is rare in the world to grab a "stick" for self-defense before visiting.

Therefore, after Tartarus noticed something strange, he immediately came to check it out. Unfortunately, it just happened to be in line with fate's desire to find a chance to get close to him.

That's why Tartarus caught the three sisters, and the parasite in the box was attracted, and burrowed into his body.

Fate immediately followed the connection with the parasite, and after capturing the memory of Tartarus and knowing the words and deeds of the three sisters, he directly devoured the three subordinate gods to restore his own strength.

Fortunately, the reminder of the three sisters is still useful in the end.Tartarus held back his precautions, and when he was devoured by fate, he kept as much of his consciousness as possible and hid it in the depths. Only then did he seize the opportunity after the battle of gods, and cut off the back of fate that wanted to escape again. road.

"..." The three sisters died in an uneasy manner. After witnessing their death, Yacintos could no longer bear his temper and continued to search for a needle in a haystack among the cumbersome memory fragments.

He frowns and breaks away from memory, raises his hand slightly, and the golden thread flows out from his fingertips, swaying graceful curves in the darkness, and then divides into two waves, one wave flies to the depths of the abyss, A group of probes out of the abyss.

In a remote corner of the third layer of God's Prison, there were three pale corpses lying in the weeds.

Some ugly and shapeless monsters gathered around, gnawing on the ready-made "food". The golden thread drove these beasts away, picked up the scattered corpses one by one, and lifted them up.

For every inch that the golden thread floats, there are remnants of souls wandering in the wilderness that are gathered together.

The ugly curse was dissipated due to rebirth, and three beautiful and immature girl gods were born from the three bones. They didn't know that their appearance had returned to normal. After seeing many gods, they instinctively screamed With a sound, he raised his hand to cover his face.

"Hiss..." Tartaros gradually recovered under the treatment of the golden thread. At this moment, he stood up and glanced at Sister Croto, "Don't cover it, look at your hands."

Sister Croto looked down in bewilderment. At the same time, more gods focused their attention on another golden thread that spread beyond the abyss.

Some of them thought of a certain possibility, and after being dazed for a few seconds, they ran straight away, following the long golden thread, all the way out of the abyss, and into a certain lawn in Elysee's Lingdi.

The Reincarnation Gate glowed softly in the night, and the decorations decorated by the dead souls, which contained their expectations, swayed gently in the breeze, and several strings of wind chimes jingled crisply.

This golden thread that spread for an unknown number of miles almost crossed the entire Elysee cemetery, leading the dead souls here.

Hyacinthus and Chaos arrived late one after the other. They were surprised to see that the little siren girl was also here. Her lower body was wrapped in a huge water polo, and her father, the river god, stood beside her. Ekrouus and another siren who looked similar to her were staring blankly at the reincarnation gate at the end of the golden thread.

Her memory recovered very late, and it took a long time to cross the entire ocean to find her sister and return to her father, so they came a step late.

The little siren girl watched the Reincarnation Gate motionless for a moment, and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes: "We won, didn't we? Although we came late, we won, right?!"

The older sister held her shoulder comfortingly, and the little girl's silent tears finally turned into howling: "Win, right?? Yashin avenged our big sister!"

She couldn't describe how she felt at the moment when she just recovered her memory. For so many years, so many years... She has been by that small island, seeing everyone coming to the island, seeing everyone change, Little did he know he was one of them.

She cried unbecomingly, but fortunately, there are still many people out of control like her, especially the sea army brought by Amphitrite, those sea gods and sea fairies who comforted the children with the reincarnation gate rushed to the children , also crying and laughing, unable to say complete words for a moment, and unable to think of complete words to express their emotions at this time.

Queen Lytes was among these embracing and weeping families, and she smiled at Hyacinthus from a distance, opening her lips and making mouth shapes: [You seem to have won a great battle. 】

This is the second time that Yacintos has a feeling of astringent eye sockets today. As soon as he subconsciously wanted to take a step, a figure rushed from the crowd, with tears on his face but a big smile: "Win! You Did you win??"

Even though Chaos immediately resisted him, Wuming still laughed without hesitation and ecstasy, calmed down under the comfort of the former mercenaries who gathered around, and the current troubadour troupe companions, and suddenly raised his hand to wipe his face. Tears: "My memory is restored too late, otherwise even if I have no ability, I will definitely participate in your battle. It is best to stab that bastard. Thank you, this thank you may be a bit late, but I still want to say , thank you for being willing to listen to my drunken words, thank you for ending my suffering early in this life, and for giving me a glorious death."

He has been proud of this topic for a long time. Even though the Elysian Spiritual Land has introduced relevant systems to prevent riots caused by such topics, to this day, some people secretly use "Did you die in the king of Sparta?" In the hands of "I died in the hands of the Queen of the Underworld!" to compare.

Jacintos smiled, knowing that what the other party wants at this moment is not sympathy or other more intense emotions, but a calm and ordinary tone of teasing may be more comforting: "From today on, you can say" "Glory" has one more sentence, you died under the hands of the Supreme God—but you probably don't need this "glory" anymore."

Wuming nodded and looked at the Reincarnation Gate: "Actually, the list of the first batch of Reincarnation Gates has been released a long time ago. I happened to be on the list... You know, I always wanted to experience the life of ordinary people. Life."

On the small road, a small group of soldiers from the underworld struggled to squeeze out. The person in charge helped the crooked helmet and walked to the door of reincarnation. The reincarnation list that is officially implemented with conditions: "Don't be crowded, don't be crowded! Only those who are on the list and approved by His Majesty Hades can successfully pass through the reincarnation gate. But everyone, don't worry, the second batch of lists is already being sorted out. Now, everyone step back, and I'll call the person whose name came over—"

"—Wait." Hyacinthus suddenly remembered something and interrupted slightly, "I almost forgot. There is still a gift that I haven't given yet."

The three golden shuttles slowly floated up into the deep night, and the thread of fate was loosened round and round from the golden shuttle as the golden shuttle rolled, and when the end also left the golden shuttle, it couldn't wait to fly to the chest of the deity.

Compared with gifts, Yacintos felt that this was actually more like the end of his two lives. In his original idea, the perfect ending should be like this——

Destiny is no longer in the hands of the gods, but flies into everyone's chest, so everyone can control their own destiny.

A grand and gorgeous meteor shower fell from the night sky of the underworld. Occasionally, a few golden threads pierced the night sky, but they couldn’t find their soul-shattered master. Ashes, those lost souls gather and regenerate in the golden star fog.

One of them fell very close to Jacintos. After the star mist popped out, a somewhat dazed dead soul stood up from it. When he turned around, he looked familiar. Oedipus the king whom I saw in

Oedipus looked a little dazed at first, but the screams, crying and laughing around were enough to convey enough information. He listened for a moment, then smiled and nodded to Hyacinthus, and then quietly walked in a certain direction of the crowd.

There are also dead souls shouting excitedly and waving to him. They are his children, they belong to him, and they are the people of Thebes who loved and loved him when he ruled during his lifetime.

Hyacinths could vaguely hear a few excited female voices calling "Helen!" in the crowd, probably the one that someone mentioned before, because he couldn't bear the memories of his life and thought of going to death after death. The girl who committed suicide through endless years of carrying these burdens was also reborn in the star mist.

But this time, she no longer has to worry about eternal torment, and a new life awaits her.

The meteor shower in the night sky is grand and long, but no matter how long it is, there will be an end.

The shuttle of fate slowly flew to the top of Hyacinthus's head. After the golden threads were scattered, they were only thin and empty shells, like a dying candle, which flickered a few times and then turned into star mist with a bang.

A brand-new godhead gradually condensed in the star fog. It was red and bright like fire, symbolizing freedom.

Finally regaining control of their limbs from the surprise, the Croto sisters who hurriedly chased after her also felt that the subsidiary godhead on their chest had changed from cold to warm, and the Godhead of the Statue of Liberty had emerged from the old godhead.

"Yasin!" Atropos was overjoyed, and couldn't stop talking when he rushed over, "It's over? It's over! Great, according to this calculation, you are our main god now? Then we have to rearrange the island. , What do you like? We actually have a lot of things on our small island, but they have been abandoned for many years, but they can be reused if you take care of them, such as hot springs, gardens, and wine cellars..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her sight was blocked by a tall figure, and she was about to say dissatisfiedly who was so blind to see, when she realized that it was none other than the Chaos, God of Chaos.

"..." Atropos shrank his neck cowardly.

Chaos' attitude towards them is not bad. After all, according to the story told by Jacinthos in his previous life, these three goddesses have helped Jacinthos: "Please wait a minute, I have something to say."

Hyacinthus looked away from his mother who made a "see you later" gesture at him: "What?"

So impatient to finish the unfinished love story during God War?

He originally wanted to tease him like this, but Chaos sullenly looked almost solemn, not as if he was going to talk about love, but as if he was going to court to wait for trial.

Chaos is indeed in this mood.

He didn't think Yacintos had forgiven him just because Yacintos was fighting side by side with him, just like when they were trapped in the dungeon by Dicia, Yacintos refused to accept the rescue and left. He never misunderstood Yacintos for a moment. Xintos is so indulged in beauty that he delays his work.

After all, in his last life, he spent more than a hundred years softening this lone wolf, but when the lone wolf jumped out of the honey pot, he did not hesitate, set up all the situations and turned away without saying a word.

Chaos took a deep breath indiscriminately.

In fact, he still can't open his mouth. He can praise Jacintos without reservation, but when he analyzes his heart, he still can't let go.

But for the following passage, he had to say, should say, and wanted to say, so after taking a deep breath, Chaos looked at Hyacinthus, using a gesture similar to that of humans confessing to the gods or swearing to a judge. The tone was extremely solemn, and he said slowly and clearly: "Time can be reversed. I want to revise the original answer."

"I can accompany you to the hot springs and drink the sweetest wine in Greece. You want to see the wild flowers in the grass and the stones smoothed by the water. If you don't remember, I will remember for you. If you can't go, I will do it for you." You send it to your face."

"I have done this in the past few years, and I will still do it in the future. In this case..."

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "Can I still kiss you?"

In fact, he should have said these words a long time ago, but at that time Jacintos hadn't recovered his memory, and out of selfishness, he still didn't want Jacintos to recover.

So he always shirks these intimacy, because he always feels that he hasn't explained what he should do, and he hasn't said what he should say, so it's too shameless to accept intimacy like this.

But it was too much to bear.So at first he thought, let himself accept a little physical contact, not too much, a hand or an arm, just a touch.

Then it slowly developed into a kiss, which didn't take long and didn't have to be on the lips.

Later... Later, I retreated step by step, gradually getting out of control.

Among the crowd, the star mist that had risen profusely has gradually faded away.

Occasionally, a few pinches of stardust drifted with the wind, slowly gathered in one place, woven into a short and bright cloak, and floated towards Hyacinths along the direction of the wind, so as to clothe the newly appointed supreme god robe.

Hyacinths suddenly smiled, raised his hand and pulled Chaos' neckline, the red cloak symbolizing the faith and glory of the Spartans was lifted up, and briefly set off a red wave in the sky, covering the two on the head of the Supreme God near each other.

He thought, this question really does not need to be answered in words.

So he closes his eyes.

Then they kiss under Spartan Red.