spartan ancestor

There is nothing more exciting than slaying an enemy. With a happy smile, Zephyros rushed to the courtyard where Hyacinthus was, and therefore ignored all the weird things——

For example, when a tornado passes through the border, the city-state is still quiet.

The patrolling soldiers didn't seem to notice, no one ran out in panic, even Hyacinthus just turned over on the bed, wrapped in a quilt and slept soundly.

The grin on Zephyrus' face grew bigger and bigger. He seemed to be able to imagine how terrified Hyacinthus would be when he woke up after he smashed through the wall and jumped into the bedroom. Appreciate how the other party struggles painfully in suffocation, begging for mercy, but he will never soften his heart——

"—!"

All the joyful imaginations came to an abrupt end when he flew over the Yacinthos courtyard.

An instinctive fear seeps from the depths of the soul and quickly occupies the whole body. He is like a weak herbivore being watched by a large existence at the top of the food chain. Before responding to fight or flee, he is blocked by fear Stopping all movements, he froze into a sculpture waiting to die in mid-air.

The godhead in his chest trembled to the point of collapse. Zephyros forced himself to take a few breaths, trying to pull out the instinct of survival from the thought of waiting for death. It was like catching up with a heavy iron mound, dragging him down to the ground like a meteor.

Everything happened so quickly, Zephyrus was not even ready to hit the ground hard, and his body crashed into something soft and buoyant, he panicked like a frightened rabbit, using all four limbs together When he wanted to stand up, the ordinary stone walls and gravel ground around him deformed and swelled like black mud, and the black invisible chaos spread rapidly, wrapping Zephyros in a closed environment in an instant.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The sound of the heartbeat was extremely loud in this dead and closed space, and the instinctive and irresistible fear prolonged every minute and every second, making the violent heart beat seem extremely slow.

Under the black cloud-like chaos, there is a purple or blue band-like light, lurking under the expanding black cloud, adding a bit of strange light to this chaos that can't penetrate a single ray of light.

"..."

Zephyrus fell again into limbs stiffened by fear.

He recognized the giver of the fear, and realizing the identity of the other party made the fear in his heart even worse.

Chaos... the god of chaos, who gave birth to the origin of the world.

The abyss, which frightens the gods and imprisons many ancient gods, is just one of his creations.

Zephyrus opened his mouth, but his voice was stuck in his throat.Until a white figure emerged from the black cloud-like chaos, with the familiar indifference on the deep-lined face.

Zephyros stared wide-eyed in astonishment, he had clearly seen this face beside Hyacinthus, but why?

The face of the God of Chaos slowly turned to him, and when those black eyes, which could not penetrate light or reflect any brilliance, fell on him, Zephyrus realized that he had screamed out the incomprehensibility in his heart .

Chaos seemed to have no intention of replying.

He stood there, even if he didn't move at all, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

The power of law from God Shiyuan added indifferent divinity to the opponent's expression, and the gaze he cast seemed to be staring at a strange ant.

Zephyrus heard his voice shifted into screams of collapse, most of them turned into muffled grunts because of fear, only a few words remained intact: "...why? Why are you here?..."

The follow-up words were once again submerged in meaningless and mournful screams, because Zephyros could clearly feel a sharp pain like a knife-cut pain coming from the place in his chest where the godhead was hidden. At the same time, his body Suddenly there was nothing under my feet.

"—"

The hissing and screaming that humans could not understand or hear came from the bottomless abyss suddenly opened below.

The dark abyss is like the mouth of an infinitely large whale, sucking everything around it.

Under the severe pain in his chest, Zephyros regained his desire to survive, flailing his arms wildly like a caught crab, clinging to the edge of the abyss, words of begging for mercy kept pouring out of his mouth, in exchange for All that is left is the stronger suction of the abyss.

His nails turned up because of scratching the ground, and under the embarrassment and pain, he let out a desperate roar: "Why?! Could it be that you also fell in love with him?!"

He tried hard to make his tone sound sarcasm, but in reality, he could only hear the dying struggle: "What do you want to use my godhead to do? Give Yacinthos a reward and let him fall into your arms?"

Chaos, who had been motionless all this time, suddenly tilted his head slightly.

Tens of thousands of slender golden threads pierced through the originally opaque chaos, rushing towards Zephyrus' chest like a hunter smelling prey.

The remaining words of Zephyros were instantly drowned in screams, and those thin golden threads penetrated into his chest, turning the already unbearable pain of gouging out into being stabbed wildly and randomly by thousands of thin threads. The stitches are tight and painful.

Those thin threads drilled under the skin of Xifengshen's chest, dragging the godhead out of his chest little by little.

Zephyrus could feel the divine power being stripped from his body inch by inch, and there was another thing buried deeper, which was also accompanied by the godhead, struggling violently to be pulled out of the body by the golden thread, bringing a feeling of missing soul. The sense of emptiness made him lose consciousness for a moment, and his eyes fell into the bottomless abyss with lax eyes.

Before the hole was closed, he vaguely heard that Chaos seemed to have opened his mouth, grabbing the golden thread that wrapped the godhead of the West Wind God and whispering: "...can't make him realize that something is wrong..."

Immediately afterwards, Zephyrus saw the indescribable being raise his hand, insert his fingertips into the ball of golden thread, and pull out his Zephyr godhead.

The ball of golden thread shrunk quite a bit immediately, shaking for a moment, several threads stood up like vigilant rattlesnakes, cruising towards the godhead of Zefeng God pulled out by Chaos, as if examining whether there was their prey in it.

Soon, they confirmed the answer, turned back without hesitation, plunged into the ball of thread, and wrapped the struggling thing inside.

Zephyros kept falling in the abyss, and before losing consciousness, he had one last thought:

--what is that?

…………

In the courtyard where Hyacinthus lived.

A black cloud-like object suddenly sprang out from the empty backyard. A powerful long leg stepped out first, and then A-Ka stepped out of the chaos with his right hand dragging a trembling golden thread ball, while his left hand held the stripped-off godhead of the West Wind God. Easily tucked into the belt.

He passed through the thick stone wall and walked to Hyacinthus quietly, his eyes stayed on the sleeping face of Hyacinthus for a moment, then lowered his eyelids, and held the ball of golden thread to Hyacinthus' chest .

The thing wrapped in the ball of thread struggled even more violently in an instant, but the golden thread seemed to have found its home, wrapped the thing and plunged into Jacintos' chest.

In his sleep, Hyacinthus frowned lightly, unaware that someone was standing by his bedside, and after a while, he looked away amidst the noise of the soldiers outside the room, and silently re-integrated into the stone wall, Change back to that inconspicuous black shadow.

Hyacinthus was having a dream, a dream he had done more than a dozen times, so that when the familiar fatigue and soreness flowed into his limbs, he just smacked his mouth in boredom.

He ran in the dark, turning his head from time to time, as if looking at the enemy chasing behind him, the golden light dimly reflected in his eyes, but he couldn't see the source clearly because of his blurred vision.

I don't know if his boring attitude stimulated the dream, Yacintos suddenly felt his chest and eyelids warm, and then the dream became a little clearer, and more details appeared in his vision.

For example, when he kept turning his head while running, he vaguely saw a few chasing shadows from the darkness behind him.

For another example, when he lowered his head, he finally saw the source of the golden light—a large group of golden light lying across his chest, like a frozen lake on a winter day, blurred and unable to see the specific shape, but Sweeping his gaze to the side, he could clearly see a bunch of flower branches hanging from his waist.

This is definitely not a mortal flower, because it is golden all over and glowing dimly in the dark.

Perhaps because of a collision during the chase, the original flower has only a few scattered petals left, hanging sluggishly on the flower branch, and there are still folds and scratches that have been folded.

Hyacinthus tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see more clearly, but in the next moment, the burning pain hit him just like when he had a prophetic dream.

"—Huh!" He sat up suddenly from the bed, and raised his hand to cover his stinging eye sockets.

Not only the eye sockets, but also pain in the chest. His heart was beating extraordinarily violently, hitting his ribs. He remained in this startled posture and stiffened for a while before the hallucinations of pain faded away like a tide.

Outside the window, that camouflaged seamless shadow quietly protruded from a corner, and looked into the room through the window hole.

Hyacinthus put his palms against his eyes, heaved a long sigh of relief, and calmed down his rapid heartbeat. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, such as what does this dream mean?Was it another prophetic dream?Or is it related to how the golden tears came about?

He tried to piece together the scattered clues, but the content of this dream was too short, only the image of the golden flower branch was particularly clear and impressive.

"Your Highness? Are you okay?" Tana yawned and asked from outside the door.

Although all Heilos have recovered their freedom, a large part of them have stayed in the Acropolis of Sparta, because they have grown up and taken root in Sparta for several generations, and letting them leave is like leaving their hometown Same.

According to the new decree, they can accept employment and get paid like free people, no longer need to worry about being beaten, scolded or hurt, and even buy their own houses in the Acropolis.

Not to mention Tana and the others, they never thought about leaving the courtyard from the beginning to the end, even though the remuneration paid to them by Yacintos over the years was enough for them to change places, buy land and start living again.

Hyacinthus took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and rubbed his eyes again before letting go.

He sat on the bed and thought for a while, stretched out his hands to wrap his clothes, and then wrapped the red cloak that A-Ka gave him, before pushing open the door and going out: "It's all right."

The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and shivered in the winter temperature——she was so anxious after hearing the noise that she didn't even put on her clothes: "Where are you going?"

Hyacinthus rubbed his hands, and walked into the night: "Go to Aka—talk at night with candles, go back to the room quickly, don't blow the wind."

Tana: "...?"

The cold wind outside the door slapped the little girl's face with a "huh", instantly knocking the little girl's drowsiness away.

Tana put on a frozen smiling face: Talking at night by candlelight?

It's winter, dig people out of bed at night to talk at night?

Could it be the skill of Aka massage, and it sounds so good?

In the backyard, the black shadow on the wall froze suddenly: "..."

I heard the sound of pulling and mounting the horse in the front yard, and the sound of the horse's hooves quickly ran along the path to the distance, and the unnameable being who had thrown the god into the abyss with a calm face just now kicked the wall quickly, Start racing with horses.