[Greek Mythology] Dangxiu Tai traveled through ancient Greece

After getting the sun essence, Flores didn't absorb it right away. The turmoil caused by the symbiotic connection with the godhead was too great. He was worried that after absorbing the sun essence this time, there would be abnormalities that would attract attention. Before he was ready, he still I don't want to expose my true strength.

It is enough to have Xioni to shock the gods, and Flores' weak and harmless appearance can sometimes bring a lot of convenience.

Suppressing his anxious mood and waiting until the end of autumn, he bid farewell to Deucalion and left the human gathering place before winter as before.

I completely restrained my divine power and found a narcissus by a river. It is not the flowering period of narcissus in late autumn. The flower plant that was blooming in full bloom now only has bare leaf stems, and its appearance is no different from the weeds on the roadside. .

However, Flores recognized the plants he had planted with his own hands at a glance.

This is a long-distance teleportation method he has explored before: leave the flower seeds condensed by his divine power in any two places, and he can use the earth as a medium to transfer through the two flower plants.

Another narcissus is planted near the northern ice and snow pole. He must first reach the northern ice and snow pole, and then appear as the ice and snow body Xioni, causing the earth to enter a severe winter.

Floris' eyes darkened, and she glanced at the narcissus, which was no different from weeds, and turned her head to look in another direction, "Did you hide there for so long, did you come here specifically to find me?"

A moment after the words fell, a figure in a black robe turned out from behind the tree, wearing a large black cloak, the hood covered the face, only showing the pale and thin chin, "I am indeed here to find you, Flo Reese."

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Flores tilted her head, blinked her big black eyes, and looked at him curiously, looking innocent and naive.

However, he was on guard at 12 points in his heart. This guy didn't know what his purpose was. If he hadn't always been cautious, he would routinely communicate with the surrounding vegetation before teleportation to prevent leaking his whereabouts, and he wouldn't be found peeping in the dark.

"You don't have to put on such an appearance, Flores," the black-robed man said calmly, "I know that you harbor an incomparably deep hatred and desire for revenge in your heart. Know how to pretend, but you are by no means a simple boy, and, I am Moros."

"Molos, the god of destiny?" Flores' heart sank, thinking of Nemesis. Moros is the son of Nyx, the goddess of the night, and the brother of Nemesis, the goddess of vengeance. Could it be that the other party has noticed his intentions? Existence, specially come to eradicate his future enemy for Nemesis?

He said that after observing him for a long time, did he also know the secret of him playing two roles?

Flores had a smile on her face, but her whole body tensed up immediately, and a strong murderous intent flashed across her beautiful black eyes.

"You don't need to be so vigilant, Flores." Moros' voice was very flat from beginning to end, as emotionless as a robot, "I have no malice towards you, on the contrary, I can help you."

Flores' smile remained unchanged, and she stretched her hand behind her back, rubbing the sharp blade of the cherry blossoms with her fingers, and said casually, "How can you help me? Do you know what I want to do?"

Moros didn't seem to notice his actions, and said bluntly: "You want to kill Nemesis, but I can help you."

"I remember you are the brother of Nemesis," the young Flower Goddess sneered, without his gentle and gentle appearance, and his sharp and sharp aura pierced people's hearts like a sharp sword, "Why should I trust you."

Before the words fell, the red figure had disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, the gorgeous sword dance was like a mourning song for death, and the pink sword was approaching Moros.

Moros turned to avoid one of his swords, while another fell to his neck.

He was silent for a while, his eyes covered by the hood seemed to be carefully sizing up the young flower god, and said flatly: "My choice is not wrong, Flores, you have been hiding your strength."

"Aren't you too weak?" Flores also looked at him in shock. The so-called God of Destiny is so weak. Apart from his better ability to hide, I believe that even a human with slightly superior skills can defeat him. Can't help feeling suspicious, "Are you really Moros?"

It can't be fake, right?

The pale lips under the hood pursed, and he responded indifferently: "I am the God of Destiny, not the God of War."

The implication is that the God of Destiny only needs to control fate, and he is not the God of War, he needs to fight on the field.

At this moment, Flores believed that he didn't come here to eradicate Nemesis' troubles. After all, such a weak guy was here to deliver food.but--

"How can you prove that you are really Moros?"

He still couldn't believe the identity of this guy, Nyx's son, the mysterious incarnation of fate, how could he really be a war scum?

Moros was silent for a while, and said coldly: "I swear to Styx, I am indeed Moros incarnate of fate, if there are any lies in what I say now, let my godhead be shattered, and I will be reduced to Tal Talos, swallowed by darkness."

The Styx River is the river of oath. In this world, the gods swearing to this river is equivalent to the eastern gods swearing to the way of heaven. The way of heaven in the east is relatively ethereal, but this river is real. Just tell her The name, the oath you made will definitely come true.

Sure enough, after Moros's words fell, Flores immediately heard the roar of the river, which meant that the Styx River had recorded Moros's oath, and if he violated it, he would definitely fulfill the oath Tartarus.

Seeing that the other party was still standing in front of him, Flores finally let go of his suspicions, took back the sharp sword resting on the other party's neck, and pondered for a moment, "So, Moros, you just said you want to help me? What are you going to help me with?" ? What is your purpose?"

"Of course it's what you long for deep down in your heart." Moros's flat voice seemed to be filled with confusion, and he slowly said a name: "Nemesis."

"I noticed you after the son of Kephissos committed suicide, Flores. You were originally an ordinary young man with no ambitions, except for your outstanding appearance and the sudden acquisition of the god of flowers. You have nothing special about you. I presume that your character is very content with the status quo. But your brother Narcissus committed suicide because of the curse of Nemesis, and you left Kephissos to learn from Prometheus, and you went to help Prometheus The son of his son thus expanded his influence among the human race. After encountering Zeus, you obtained a gift from Apollo by tricks. You hid your power and waited in secret. You wanted to avenge Narcissus..."

When the other party unreservedly told her past experiences and hidden intentions one by one, Flores interrupted coldly with a blank face and dark eyes: "So? Nemesis is your sister, isn't it? You want to help me get revenge?"

He looked at Moros with doubts in his eyes, and at the same time he felt relieved. The other party didn't say anything about Xioni. It seemed that he didn't know that he had another identity. Thanks to all the precautions he made in the past confidentiality measures.

However, Moros, who is the incarnation of fate, did not see his dual identity like Prometheus. Is it because his soul and body did not belong to this world?

Correspondingly, Moros must not be able to see his fate.

"Flores, kinship is sometimes as insignificant as the dust on the ground," Moros's voice was calm and hollow, "Nemesis abused her divine power, and always gave excessive results; she willful and reckless, She thinks that no one should have too much good luck, so she often curses those blessed people; she does things according to her likes and dislikes, and always takes one side at will. Punishment... I need you to punish her."

"Punishment? Sounds random," Flores sneered. "It doesn't serve my purpose."

Narcissus' blue eyes flashed before his eyes, his voice became cold and his eyes darkened, "My purpose is to kill her and make her...disappear forever in this world."

"Your thinking is also in line with fate's punishment for her," Moros said indifferently: "You can do what you want."

"I don't believe you, God of Destiny." Flores narrowed her eyes slightly, with an innocent smile on her lips, "Among the gods, there are brothers and sisters who hate each other like Ares and Athena, and there are also Apollos. I cherish each other's existence as much as Artemis, even if you say you want to help me, how do I know if you will favor your sisters in the future, or... what you said are all lies, and all this is just a trap?"

"You are too suspicious of Flores. My mother gave birth to countless gods, and Nemesis and I are just one of them." Facing his suspicion, Moros was neither guilty nor angry, "Nemesis The Sith has interfered with Fate, and what she has done has seriously weakened me, and if I continue I will grow weaker and weaker, and I must fight back."

"Then what can you help me with?" Flores said casually, still doubtful.

"I can tell you where she is and cover your actions."

"Just like that?" Flores sneered, turned around and was about to leave, "I can find her myself, it's just a matter of time, Nemesis is powerful, obviously I'm taking a huge risk, maybe Paying the price of your life, but you want me to help you remove obstacles without paying anything, you really don’t have the sincerity to cooperate with me. Forget it, I will continue to slowly increase my strength, and I will go to Nemo after thousands of years Sith."

"Wait!" Sure enough, Moros couldn't help calling him back. Seeing the young man turning his head and looking at him leisurely, he was silent for a moment, and finally compromised, "What do you want?"

A gleam of light flashed in the young flower god's nimble black eyes, "I want... Narcissus to be resurrected."

The author has something to say: Note: She thinks that no one should possess too much good luck, so she often curses those blessed people... from Baidu Encyclopedia

Flores' fate cannot be spied on and manipulated

And some dear ones, don’t worry about that peony anymore, it’s already been crushed into powder by a jealous man~