Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 110 Unjust Fate

The admonition of the God of Darkness was so severe that it made Mnemosyne tremble with fright,

But then I remembered that if Zeus knew about this, he would be labeled as "disloyal". If he really instigated Atlas' subordinates, it would be fine, bear with it, Zeus can wear this green hat.

But now stealing chickens won’t cost you a lot of rice, and you can’t get things done if you wear a hat. Everyone will have a cerebral hemorrhage after this.

If Mnemosyne could hide it, she would never let this child be born.

"Great God of Darkness, I can't let this child destroy my loyalty, it will make me irreparable, and I will be ashamed to face my nine daughters.

Please guide me to the path to the Fountain of Evil Fallen. "

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Erebus, the God of Darkness, sighed in front of Gaia, and did not know what to do. The goddess of memory suddenly felt a burning pain in her eyes. The surge came, and he was able to see things clearly in the abyss.

Emotional knowledge is the blessing of Erebus, and Mnemosyne hastily thanked her again.

"Follow this ridge, and keep going down, and the bottom of the valley is where the spring is. I hope you won't regret what you did."

Erebus' voice was full of helplessness. After giving the guidance, no matter how the goddess of memory called, he stopped talking.

Mnemosyne could only carefully step on the bare rocks, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow along the ridge.

The road was dangerous and long, and every time she walked, she couldn't help resting with her belly outstretched. Sometimes the child would kick her stomach, as if asking for forgiveness from her mother.

Mnemosyne didn't pay any attention, just gritted her teeth and insisted on staggering, maybe the child was born with a spirit.

The closer she got, the more Mnemosyne could hear the crying of the baby. The painful and depressing voice made her panic and bewildered.

With a tense spirit, she climbed a mountain and felt very tired. At that time, the strong wind blew suddenly, making her unable to stand still, so she could only hide in the col for a while to rest.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, all kinds of exhaustion followed her everywhere, surging like a tide, making her unconsciously want to sleep.

Mnemosyne didn't know the situation, so she fell asleep safely.

In the dream, she came to a dark and dark pool, the center of which was bubbling and bubbling, like boiling hot water.

Standing on the shore, Mnemosyne glanced at the water, and suddenly saw a naked man curled up, crying with his back on the bottom of the water.

The cry was painful and mournful.

"It's cold, it's really cold. Mother, help me. Help me."

Mnemosyne couldn't bear it, and quickly asked: "My child, who is so cruel and imprisoned you in this lake mercilessly."

Hearing the sound, the man suddenly seemed to see a life-saving straw, turned around quickly, and stretched out his hand to swim towards the lake: "Help me, merciful goddess, please help me."

Seeing him reaching out to swim towards him, Mnemosyne wanted to give him a hand out of kindness, but just when the two fingers were about to touch each other, a gust of frost that was so cold that it pierced the soul instantly burst from the fingers. came.

The goddess of memory shuddered from the cold, and instinctively withdrew her fingers. The man missed her hand, and was instantly bounced back as if hitting an invisible transparent barrier.

Looking at Mnemosyne again, a few drops of water slid across her fingertips, which made her feel terrified: "So... this lake is so cold."

Just a touch, and her soul seemed to be frozen.

The goddess of memory didn't dare to reach out to rescue, and could only comfort the man in the water.

"Son, please don't cry, tell me who locked you here."

Seeing that she didn't dare to join hands again, the man cried and shook his head, then curled up on the bottom of the water again, sighing faintly: "I'm just an abandoned soul, kind goddess, if you have time, please remember to help me Tell my mother that if she knows that I am in such a cold hell, she will definitely come to save me."

Mnemosyne nodded: "Tell me, who is your mother? I will tell you."

"She called." The man murmured, and finally said a few words coldly, "Mnemosyne!"

Hearing this name, the Goddess of Memory instantly sat up from the ground in fright, and then woke up from the dream. Looking at her whole body, it was covered in cold sweat as if she had been drenched by water.

"So the one locked under the water is... my unborn child?"

She stroked her protruding belly in horror, with mixed feelings in her heart, fear and hesitation intertwined, making her face look struggling.

After a long time, under the great mental pressure, she suddenly couldn't help crying: "Mother, what should I do? Please give me a response, give me a response!"

She looked up to the sky in pain and prayed, hoping that the mother of the earth could give an answer, but after all, this place is an abyss, and it is unknown how far away from the earth, Gaia is destined not to hear her helpless plea.

After crying for a long while, Mnemosyne gradually calmed down, and reason once again prevailed, knowing that emotion has reached a dead end, and there is no room for choice at this moment.

Holding the boulder to stand up, she gritted her teeth and set foot on the road to the Fountain of Evil Fallen again.

The closer they were, the more frequently the dreams appeared. Mnemosyne was tortured to the point where she was almost neurasthenic and delirious. There was only one thought in her heart that supported her: "That is to drink the spring water."

Like a zombie, she staggered down the ridge and found a dark lake.

The center of the lake is gurgling and bubbling, almost exactly like the scene in the dream.

Seeing the spring water, the numb Mnemosyne seemed to see hope for an instant, and without restraint, she rushed to the lake like a hungry dog, grabbed the lake water and drank it.

The bone-piercing cold poured down her throat into her abdomen, and suddenly a cloud of turbid gas churned in her body, making her want to hiccup.

"Hiccup~"

With a loud belch, an unpleasant smell of corpses spewed out from her mouth, and the black gas gushed out, surging with unwillingness, turning into a ferocious man made of black gas, and pounced fiercely on Mo Nemosyne.

The goddess of memory was startled, and instinctively covered her eyes with her arm, but the black gas looked fierce, but it was a silver-like pewter gun head, after all, it was just a cloud of gas, which could not cause harm to people at all.

Mnemosyne breathed a sigh of relief, and then shook her head guiltily: "My child, forgive me, I...I really can't help it!" As she spoke, she began to cover her face and cry in fear, staggering , got up and ran along the way he came, as if he wanted to escape from this place.

The man transformed by the black air opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only look up to the sky in hatred, and let out a silent cry, as if he was complaining about the injustice of fate.

(End of this chapter)