Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 29 Two Gods
Glaring at the other party fiercely, Atlas's patience obviously began to decline, "If you make a mistake, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand at attention.

I won't say much about Camper's death, but the fetus in her womb is still alive, and it's your seed. "

He picked up the whip so resentfully that Menoetius thought he was going to beat him again, so he hurriedly distanced himself in fright.

Unexpectedly, Qingtian God just glanced coldly, picked up the pointed part of the thorny iron whip, and pointed it at Camper's abdomen.

He was going to rip open the belly and take out the baby.

When he opened the dragon's belly completely, two babies with blurred faces were revealed.

The reason why it is said to be vague is because the facial features of the two children are not fully developed, so they look a little weird.

At this moment, they were sleeping peacefully in Camper's womb, twitching their legs and feet unconsciously from time to time, and their condition was unexpectedly intact.

But if this is left alone, it is not difficult to imagine that death will definitely become the fate of the two in the future.

Looking at the two fetuses, Qing Tianshen frowned, feeling troubled.

Camper, as his mother, is dead right now, and without the nutrition provided by his mother, even if the child is in good condition now, he will still die in a short period of time.

"How to do it?"

He scratched his head irritably, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Menoitius in the distance, his eyes turned cold instantly.

This bastard really needs to be educated, what do you think he is doing?
Facing the elder brother's death stare, the arrogant giant did not dare to make a sound. In fact, he was quite unconvinced in his heart, and whispered quietly: "What are you looking at me for? You can't sew my stomach, can you?"

There is a saying: "The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention".

Hearing this, Atlas seemed to suddenly think of something, his eyes lit up for a moment, and he recalled a rumor.

In the mythology of later generations, Zeus once married Semele, the daughter of Cadmus and Harmonia, and gave birth to Dionysus, the god of wine.

During her pregnancy, Semele was instigated by Hera, the queen of heaven, and insisted on seeing the real body of Zeus.

As a result, after Zeus appeared, the woman was so frightened that she fainted immediately. The king of the gods was anxious for her safety, and hurriedly stepped forward to check, but he didn't want the thunder and fire that the god's real body carried, and directly shot Semele into death on the spot. coke.

Zeus had no choice but to cut open his lover's abdomen and sew the immature Dionysus into his thigh.

After it is fully developed, it is born from its legs.

Now these two children are just like the God of Dionysus in mythology, why don't I also sew them into the thigh of God and save their lives?
After thinking about it, he hurriedly told his brother this method.

In his opinion, after this is done, it must be a merit. He never thought that such a perfect solution would be strongly opposed by the arrogant god.

"No, absolutely not." Menotius yelled loudly, wanting to commit seppuku on the spot, "If you want to sew you, I will never cut my own thigh for them."

"Why should I come? Isn't this your child?" Atlas was anxious, pushing and yelling, making it look like the one I gave birth to.

The arrogant god said: "Although these are not your children, it is you who want to save them, not me."

As soon as these words came out, Qing Tianshen seemed to have his throat blocked by Ji Ba, and was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Yes, isn't he the one who wants to save the two children?
"Okay, in that case, sew it into my leg."

Atlas' gaze became firm, and the human side radiated brilliance again. The nine-year compulsory education he experienced in his previous life made it difficult for him to stand by and watch the two children.

Menotius didn't expect that he would actually agree to such absurd thing, and his eyes suddenly became extremely complicated.

"Why? Does their life and death have anything to do with you?"

Hearing this, Qingtian God shook his head, "I said before, as a big brother, I have to set an example for you.

What I teach you now is what is meant by 'responsibility'. "

After saying this, he lay down on his back, threw the iron thorn whip directly to the opponent, and signaled his younger brother to do it.

"Responsibility. Responsibility?" The iron whip fell to the ground and made a sonorous clear sound. Menotius chewed those two words repeatedly, his eyes thoughtful.

Today is really a knife and a butt, which opened his eyes.

For the first time, Atlas' words and deeds made him feel the weight of these two words.

Just like those students who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time in the previous life, when encountering such a thing, the God of Arrogance first thought of how to cover it up, or get rid of the child.

However, real men never shy away from their mistakes, and are more willing to bear the consequences of their mistakes.

Now Qingtian God is using words and deeds to tell him the meaning of the so-called "responsibility"
"You. Sure enough, it has become different."

After thinking about this, he didn't know whether to laugh at himself or to be ashamed, and it was the first time that he looked at his elder brother with admiration.

I saw him take two steps forward, picked up the iron spiked whip, bent down, knelt down on one knee, and aimed the sharp point at Atlas' thigh.

Then, the sharp tip brushed across the opponent's granite-like muscles, and in an instant, blood flowed profusely.

Atlas endured the pain and waited for Menoetius to put the child into the wound in a hurry, but how terrifying is the self-healing ability of the Titan?
As soon as the fetus was put in, it was pushed out by the healing muscles, and it couldn't fuse in at all.

Seeing this, the arrogant god instantly froze in place, not knowing what to do.

"This method won't work, it won't go in at all."

Just when he was sweating profusely and at a loss what to do, the deep voice of the eldest brother was almost like a shot in the arm, pouring into his heart instantly.

"Use Camper's hair to sew up the wound and don't let it heal."

Hearing this, Menoitius nodded, quickly pulled the hair, and broke off a bone spur on the top of his head, cut open the muscle tissue of Atlas again, and put the fetus inside.

Then, without waiting for the muscles to push out the baby, stitch after stitch was used to sew up the wound.

This time, it finally worked. Encouraged, he hurriedly cut open the other thigh and did the same.

When the wound was stitched up, he even tied a beautiful bow for the eldest brother.

At such a scene, Atlas almost shook his head and laughed.

"Stinky boy, how can you be so clever at such a time?"

It was just a joke at first, but as the younger brother of God Qingtian, Menoitius had never seen him treat him kindly, so he snorted coldly and turned his head away from him.

At this moment, Atlas' voice couldn't help but sounded again, "To be honest, you did a good job this time."

The words of praise were insipid and tasteless, but the arrogant god froze in place, and couldn't help turning his head to look at his brother.

Atlas didn't speak, just smiled and gave him a thumbs up to show his appreciation.

It was only at this time that Menoitius came back to his senses, and he was sure that he was really praising himself, and he couldn't help but feel flattered.

However, he has been stubborn since he was a child, and he is not willing to bow his head easily because of a compliment from the other party. He just snorted coldly and turned his head away, "What do you need to say?"

(End of this chapter)