[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

Pope Serge told the truth about Shion and Sisyphus who cared about him after Abafica went to Pharmacist Island——Mr. Luke on Pharmacist Island is a former Pisces warrior and the twin brother of Rugnis .

A long time ago, Rugunis asked the Pope to give his son, Abfika, another chance to choose in life: if Luke can develop a medicine that restrains and removes poisonous blood, Abfika can choose to take off the blood. Pisces Saint Cloth, get rid of the fate of having to bear loneliness alone.

Although Sisyphus said it very cryptically, I understood the cruelty of Pisces inheritance practice-every generation of warriors with poison in their bodies are in the practice called blood exchange, and only after poisoning their master can they continue to practice. bit.And probably every soldier didn't know the truth until the master was dying.

Isn't this a scam?The first person a Pisces gold saint kills is not an enemy, but the person closest to him, maybe even the only person he is closest to!No wonder Yabofika used to have the mentality of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Looking at the gorgeous flowers and colors like a sea of ​​blood in the Rose Garden of the Demon Palace, I shook my head, and then turned to the lush Chinese rose in front of me——this is Fujimoto, and the huge pink flowers have covered the white corridor. Show the beauty of lush and rich.

I held the flower branch in one hand, sniffed it gently, and thought to myself, the inheritance of Pisces is really a straightforward breeding history.Weeding out the inferior species and preserving the superior species——by human standards, they are obviously cruel and ruthless, but they still keep saying that everything is for Athena’s love and justice, hahahaha!Athena is so kind to choose fighters by using the method of species selection to kill and die. She loves human beings.

Not only Yabofika, his master Rugenis, but also the previous generation, the previous generation of Pisces, the poisonous blood of the body killing the predecessor is like putting a curse on them, imprisoning the mind and body there. In the endless sea of ​​rich roses, it is not liberated until death.

She sneered—the previous generations of Athena were indifferent to all of this.Why doesn't the goddess of benevolence prohibit or explicitly modify the use of poisonous blood as a means of attack?In order to fight the enemy effectively, she doesn't care if the soldiers' lives are destroyed.

I even thought sarcastically, maybe the goddess who lost to Aphrodite in the beauty pageant couldn't bear the existence of a saint warrior who was as beautiful as her, so women had to cover their faces. Men, if they are too beautiful, they can design He exiled himself alone, so that he would not take away the glory of God!Hahahaha, don't these saints know that in the mythical age of Athena's temple, there used to be a priestess who was as beautiful as Athena and was favored by the king of the sea, Poseidon?And what happened to the priestess named Medusa?How did Athena teach her a lesson?Ha ha ha ha!

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the goddess reincarnated as a human proclaims that she represents love and justice all day long?What a ridiculous joke!

----If Yabofika had a clearer mind, she should purify the poisonous blood first, and then abandon this goddess, and carry the golden holy cloth as compensation, and find a place to start life again, just like a flower--- --Thinking about it, I put on gloves, carefully peeled off the spikes, and grafted the rose to help it reproduce normally.Hey, the plants I planted all over the place are growing very well.

However, after a few days, the evil star on Medicine Master Island disappeared.Shi Ang, who was guarding the first house of Aries, supported Yabofika who had returned to the sanctuary when the dawn came.According to what he said afterward, Yabofika was covered in wounds, and the blood was seeping through the cloak, but she smiled at her companion with her face up.

Confidence overflowed on his bruised face.The facial expression interprets the beauty of gratitude for life. At that moment, Yabo Fika is more beautiful than flowers, and the radiance she emits is unparalleled.

Yabofika chose to return to the sanctuary, I am not surprised by this result.But... Yabofika, as a human being, being more beautiful than a goddess is a disaster.

Just look, Athena will definitely use false love to deceive and use tricks to rectify Yabofika in the future.Because she has never really loved the human saints who gave everything for herself.I firmly thought, Well, maybe at that time, I can hint and remind him, poor Abfika.

After Jabofika was stably wounded and no longer bleeding, he took the initiative to visit his friendly neighbor, me.On this late spring night, the sky is full of stars, and his hair is shining brightly. The existence of the whole person seems to make the sky compete with him in beauty.

He took out a small plant from the coat wrapped around him, "Minos, if possible, I would like to ask you to plant it in the garden."

I saw that Yabofika held a white lily-of-the-valley seedling in her white palm. On the slender stems and leaves, there were small bell-like flower buds, like a delicate jewelry, so beautiful.

This is……

"I brought it back from Pharmacist Island, as a souvenir."

Looking carefully, I found that Lily of the Valley didn't have the slightest breath of the underworld, as if it had been thoroughly purified --- oh, the masterpiece of the dryad before he died.

"Okay, don't worry, Abfika. I will plant it here, let it drink the sweetest dew, bathe in the brightest sunshine, and let it be kissed by the most colorful butterflies."

"Thank you." Yabofika smiled slightly, "Your plants have always grown very luxuriantly."

I also smiled at him, and as a treat, I personally poured him a cup of raspberry tea from the pot, and scooped two spoonfuls of sugar according to Sisyphus's Greek taste preference, "Abofika?"

Yabofika held the exquisite teacup in her hand, and took a sip politely.There is still not much blood on his beautiful face.

He drank slowly, looked at Lily of the Valley again, with a nostalgic and resolute expression on his face - it was obvious that he was commemorating his master's painstaking efforts and love for him.In this mission, the one who seriously injured Yabofika was Luke, who was tempted to become a fighter of the Dryad Hell--Huangquan Road was blocked, and he could still use the name of healing in the world to mass-produce miscellaneous soldiers, right?Although in the end, Hades' plan failed.

However, human beings will always devote themselves to Hades for the emotions they value most.In the past, there was Olufi, but now Luke exchanged a contract with Hades in order to save the life of that ugly boy Pevke... I thought strangely, it was worth it.

The bone china gold-painted teacup was lightly placed on the low table, and I was going to pour him another cup but was stopped by Yabofika. "Thanks, Minos. I have enough."

I looked at his fair cheeks, because of blood loss, the thick and slender eyelashes were like the tired and low wings of a butterfly, which was a little shocking.Thinking of his unlucky and unknowing future fate, he couldn't help but said, "You were injured so badly this time, are you tired? Don't go back in a hurry, why don't you just lean on the sofa and have a rest?"

He nodded, looked down at the double jug on the table, and suddenly asked me, "Where is Minos... Sisyphus?"

I pointed to the direction of the study, and couldn't help but smile and said, "I just passed by the door and found him asleep at his desk, he... I heard that the selection of bronze saints in the sanctuary is about to start this year. As the Pope's assistant, Xi Xu Firth is responsible for guiding the arbitration throughout the entire process, he must be a little tired these days."

Yabofika stared at my face, wanted to say something but hesitated to speak, finally smiled, and leaned quietly on the brocade sofa - just like a magnificent vase, carefully containing a slightly The haggard but incomparably beautiful iris, I thought admiringly.

This night was probably too quiet and peaceful. Listening to the light breathing of Abfika when she closed her eyes, I recalled with great peace of mind that when I just lightly covered Sisyphus's back with a thin blanket, I touched Touching his cheek - the eyebrows are stretched, the sleep is deep enough and sweet enough.

He gently stroked his hair with his fingertips, but he didn't wake up.Let go of all guards of the warrior before me, my beloved Sisyphus—but it is right, because I swear to protect him with all my wisdom and strength.And with all my brilliance and beauty, illuminate his eyes--to see clearly the useless and false love of the goddess, Sisyphus, I will patiently accompany you.

With a round of thoughts, I sat quietly in the living room, indulging my natural delicate feelings - without the help of the small universe, I can hear the flowers sleeping and falling quietly reincarnated, and see the crescent moon gently flowing in the starry sky , This deep feeling from the soul must be the wonderful taste of waiting and hoping.It continuously spans time and space, interpreting the ultimate power and the ultimate beauty.

When I opened my eyes, my eyes became hazy and gentle, as if I was staring at the unfolded golden wings, which sheltered me from the wind and rain, warm and stable, even if the golden light faded, they turned into gentle eyes, lightly touching my face.

There is nothing in the world that can compare to this.

Just like the Lyra stationed in the second prison, when he said this oath, he was accompanied by the most beautiful melody.I found that before I knew it, I had covered the keys of the piano.

Jabofika was looking at me with a smile, as if to listen.

melody?What kind of melody flows out of the shiny piano keys, and the energy continuously spans time and space?Can the dark soil breed beauty, and the underworld of the dead sparkle with hope?I pondered for a while, recalling with my fingertips, did Olufi play it before?Is it the chant in the heart of which distant time and space?I have listened, I have approved, the night is too beautiful and fitting tonight.So I lightly sang——

erinnerstdudichnoch do you remember

erinnerstdudichnochandeinWortDasdumir you remember what you said to me

what else is gegebenhast

erinnerstdudichnoch do you remember

erinnerstdudichnochandenTagAndemdumir remember you from that day

dieRuinenstadtistimmernochschnThe abandoned ruins are still beautiful

ichwartelange Zeitaufdeine Rückkehr I've been here waiting for your return

inderHandeinVergissmeinnicht clutching the forget-me-not

RegentropfensindmeineTrnen raindrops turned into my tears

WindistmeinAtemundmeinErzhlung wind brings my breath and stories

ZweigeundBlttersindmeineHnde branches turned into my body

dennmein Krperistin Wurzelngehüllt because my body is frozen in the roots

wenndieJahreszeitdesTauenskommt melts when the seasons change

werdeichwachundsingeeinLied I wake up and sing

dasVergissmeinnicht, dasdumirgegeben the forget-me-not you gave me

hastisthier is here

While I was chanting lightly, I also heard familiar footsteps——my waiter, Sisyphus, he came slowly from the library, and he didn’t want to interrupt me, so he stood at the door and listened— ---

I could even feel that, behind the half-closed door, he nodded appreciatively and focused his eyes on me.Without the golden holy garment, his beating heart and the glimpse of his gentle smile all turned into thousands of threads of fate, and on the contrary, he tightly entangled the puppet master of the underworld, and he was determined to die.

I thought, I'm captured.But my eyes are shining brightly, full of brilliance: It turns out that I am also the same as Olufi who I used to look down upon.But so what?

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