Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 46 Return
In the early stage of starting a business, when funds are difficult and talents are scarce, the boss will always draw the most perfect picture for us, mobilize our expectations in our hearts, and let us work as cattle and horses for the company, working hard until we die suddenly on the workbench.

However, Atlas is not the kind of black-hearted capitalist, let alone advocates any blessings, so the cakes he draws are often very easy to digest.

At least the Cyclops ate Enron and was delicious, and he didn't think there was any problem at all, let alone a empty promise.

Because of Qingtian God's reputation, his check is worth this price.

"My friends, I need to trouble you again to make four gifts for me."

He blinked in embarrassment, looking at the three brothers with anticipation, "My younger brother is waiting outside Tartarus, where is the dark abyss, adjacent to the eternal night. One of them is a prophet The god Prometheus; the other is Epimetheus, the god of hindsight. The two accompanied me through mountains and rivers and went through hardships, so they deserve preferential treatment."

Brontes nodded when he heard this, and comforted him, "It's not a problem, but you said four gifts, and who are the other two gifts for?"

"A beautiful goddess, Nemesis, the god of karma. And Hypnos, the gentle god of sleep."

"I think that goddess is probably Atlas' lover. I'm curious about what she looks like. It can soften my hard-hearted elder brother."

As soon as Qingtian God finished speaking, there was a burst of narrow ridicule behind him, who else is there but the arrogant god?
When the Cyclops heard the words, they all showed understanding expressions, "If this is the case, of course we will go all out."

Atlas turned around in displeasure, and the dragon on his shoulder couldn't help but sneezed immediately, and instantly sprayed two flames from his nose.

It was the fire of Tartarus, the "fire of hell."

Looking over, I saw that not only Menoitius, but even the hundred-armed giant and the ascendant were attracted by the magic dragon.

The arrogant god smiled, and didn't notice anything wrong with Atlas' expression at all. He pulled the crocodile past him, hooking his shoulders together like two brothers, "Rekton, you'll see you soon Is it a stepmother, is it a surprise? Is it a surprise?"

Hearing this, the crocodile blinked ignorantly, rolled its tongue over its fine fangs, and looked like a fool: "What is a stepmother? Can you eat it?"

"Of course not, only your father can eat it." Menoetius laughed out loud, "You can only pray that she is a kind goddess; because women's jealousy is something that even Cronus can eat." Something to be afraid of."

The more he said the more outrageous, Atlas couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand, and the dragon, like a loyal dog protecting the master, opened its fangs and flew towards the opponent like a red shadow.

The big wings fluttered like a big moth, completely covering the head and face of the arrogant god, and the fangs bit his nose fiercely.

How could Menoitius have expected this move?With a cry of pain on the spot, he unconsciously fell backwards and frantically went to catch the dragon.

Who would have thought that the red dragon looked bulky, but it flew very nimbly, jumping up and down around him like a fluttering butterfly, spewing out a mouthful of scorching flames from time to time.

After scratching the arrogant god until his face was covered in bruises, and the flames had scorched his face everywhere, Atlas just stopped, and with a random move, the magic dragon instantly turned into a sharp gun and returned to his palm.

"Your mouth is always open, and you will suffer a lot sooner or later."

This is quite a good point. As an arrogant and reckless giant god, Menoetius suffered a lot of losses because of personality problems, but every time he remembers to eat and not to beat, he forgets all about it afterwards.

After a little farce, Cyclops made four more treasures for Atlas as gifts for his friends.

At this moment, Atlas' trip to hell has come to a perfect end. Not only has he gained unparalleled divine power, but he has also created his own team.

However, when he was about to return, he let the others temporarily stay in Tartarus, and did not choose to take them away.

Because he didn't know whether Zeus had rebelled or not, he rashly took the big family on land, and if Zeus didn't rebel, he had to rebel first.

After all, he can't explain the things about giants like one-eyed and hundred-armed.

As for the two ascenders, they were also left here, but they were worried that after they left, if the one-armed giant became fierce again, no one would be able to suppress it.

It's not that Qingtian God doubts the loyalty of the hundred-armed giant. The key is to worry about the younger brother of Menoitius. Sometimes Atlas wants to beat people when he hears that stinking mouth, let alone the hundred-armed giant who is so irritable. irritable constitution.

If there is no one to help, maybe when I come back to shake people, I will be surprised to find that my brother has breath but not breath.

Just imagine, with his younger brother on one side and his subordinates on the other, how would he end up in this situation?

The ascendant can only be left temporarily to balance the strength of both sides.

In this way, Atlas bid farewell to everyone, and the giants reluctantly saw him off all the way until the edge of the abyss.

"My brother, my friend, and my child!" Clenching the sharp gun in his hand, Qingtian God showed a look of reluctance, "The era of Cronus is coming to an end, and a storm that sweeps the gods will be caused by Started by Zeus of Crete, that was our chance."

His eyes swept over everyone one by one, and he stepped forward to hug them one by one, "When I summon you, it means that freedom is waving to you. At that time, we will all get what we want."

His words were generous and affectionate, and his tone was deep, which made the giants' hearts ignite a burning flame of hope.

Freedom, respect, and rights. This is what they want. The promise of Qingtian God makes the giants believe in it and look forward to the future.

Atlas then set foot on the land of the abyss with all his divine power and equipment.

Like hell, Tartarus has no personified form; neither does Erebus, which represents the dark abyss.

When Atlas stepped onto the land of the abyss, he still couldn't see anything. The thunderbolt flashed in his palm, intending to illuminate the surroundings with thunder, but the horror of the darkness was that even the light could swallow it together.

Except for the crackling sound, the thunder light was as dim as a dying firefly.

Qingtian God was shocked immediately, he deserved to be born in the second batch of primitive gods, it was really black and unreasonable.

Helpless, he could only wait quietly at the place where he left at first, hoping that the other party could find him.

It is absolutely impossible for him to step into the abyss rashly alone, because if he gets lost in it, it will be difficult to figure it out.

"When I become strong, I must smash this abyss!" He muttered to himself, and suddenly a cold voice came from behind him.

"Who do you say you want to break?"

(End of this chapter)