Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 67 The Theocracy of Love
The condensed crystals gradually solidified, and the god of love and beauty seemed to be immersed in a work of art, sealed in a display cabinet by glass, and his delicate body was full of large and small scars at this moment.

Flesh rolled, new skin grew, old skin peeled off, and became radiant again in a blink of an eye, but the fear hidden in the eyes could not be easily erased.

With a finger from Atlas' spear, the sharp cold light pierced through the bone marrow, making Aphrodite tremble.

"If virtue and status don't match, disasters will definitely happen." He tilted his head, and the wind sounded behind him, and the two Death Brothers spread their wings and flew towards them, landing gently behind them.

"Aphrodite, the god of love and beauty?" Qing Tianshen squatted down, his eyes were aggressive and piercing with needles, "Do you think you are worthy of this position?"

The beautiful ice-blue eyes blinked lightly, Venus lay on his back, and glanced at the scarlet sharp gun calmly, "If you are only here to humiliate me, then you did a good job.

After all, nothing is easier than bullying a woman. "

The implication is that laughing at him would only bully women.

Atlas was already angry at her plotting against him, but now he was provoked again, and the evil fire in his heart was soaring.

"You really have sharp teeth."

He shot like the wind, pinched Aphrodite's neck in an instant, and lifted her up like a goose, "If I put you in a coffin and sink into the unknown sea, what do you think? What will happen to you?"

Thanatos, the god of death, couldn't help laughing strangely when he heard this, "She will die in suffocation, and then be reborn in death, repeating this process forever.

Because God is immortal. "

"Oh? Is it like this?" Atlas pressed his fingers slightly, and Aphrodite had difficulty breathing in an instant, and her fair face turned red.His hands struggled desperately, trying to break his wrist, but Qingtianshen's fingers were like iron tongs, and they didn't move at all.

At this moment, she is just like a drowning traveler, in great pain.

But in fact, even if she doesn't need to breathe, she can still survive. It's just that her body is used to the air, and when she suddenly experiences suffocation, she naturally feels as if her lungs are about to explode.

Hypnos, the god of sleep, turned his head unbearably. He knew that Atlas was right, but seeing such a beautiful woman being tortured, he couldn't bear it.

Atlas calculated silently, and when he felt about the same, he relaxed his fingers a little, and the God of Love and Beauty gasped for breath instantly.

At this moment, Aphrodite never thought that the air could smell so sweet, but before she could relieve it, Atlas' fingers tightened again.

The feeling of suffocation came again, and the pain of being suffocated to the point of explosion was like a saw, pulling her nerves crazily.

Going back and forth several times like this, the god of love and beauty went from being unyielding at first to struggling, then getting rid of the struggling, and struggling again while being freed.

Atlas, the saw, finally cut through the last line of defense in her heart, and her expression became pleading.

Seeing such a lovely and charming expression on this beautiful face, even the Grim Reaper, who has always liked corpses, couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

Atlas let go of his hand and threw her on the ground. The shards of glass pierced her flawless skin in an instant, revealing little bloodstains.

"Now can you tell me, are you worthy of your position?"

"Not worthy" God of Beauty gritted her teeth, lowered her head in silence, and after a long time, she spat out two words as thin as a mosquito.

Qingtian God nodded, "Since you are not worthy, why don't you hand over your authority?"

"What did you say?"

Aphrodite looked up suddenly, in disbelief.

To hand over authority is to hand over the foundation of one's own foothold. Without divine power, she is just a pretty vase.

In this regard, Atlas did not speak, but just approached her throat with a gun. Now that the beam has been tied, it is impossible for him to continue to let her go.

God is immortal, if you can't kill her, you can only deprive her of her rights and force her divine power.

In this way, Aphrodite's minions were cut off, and she could no longer threaten him.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to seal, otherwise he would have to seal this woman up.

Only when the icy sharp point approached her throat, the Goddess of Beauty realized her situation. Thinking of the feeling of suffocation just now, fear suddenly arose in her heart.

She finally regretted it now, and should not have been provoked hastily. Even though Atlas's previous words were harsh, they were for her safety in the final analysis, and they were good-hearted advice.

As a result, he kept his grudge in his heart and plotted secretly.

Now that this situation has arisen, how should it end?

"Atlas, I beg you. I beg you not to claim my authority. I'm just... I'm just a woman."

She knew how to take advantage of her own strengths, cried out with tears in her eyes, and then put herself in a weak position, and she won a lot of sympathy.

"Atlas, otherwise. Forget it." Hypnos, the sleepy god, hesitated, feeling extremely unbearable.

He is just too kind and easily taken advantage of by others.

However, this method of moral kidnapping has no effect on Qingtianshen and Thanatos.

The former is seen a lot, the latter is completely immoral.

"How can a snake and scorpion who hates you all the time be released back into the forest so easily?"

Atlas was unmoved and stubborn. Sleepy God wanted to say something more, but was held back by Thanatos.

"Hypnos, stop doing stupid things."

Seeing that the last straw could not be saved, Aphrodite finally resigned to her fate, and lowered her head like ashes. "Okay, I will hand over my godhead to you, but I want to know, what are you going to do with me?"

Qingtianshen didn't speak, but the tip of the gun quietly pierced her skin.

Seeing that he didn't see the rabbit or scatter the eagle, the beauty god had no choice but to surrender his godhead.

I saw her stretch out her hand to caress, and the brilliance appeared on her smooth body like a spider web, and then merged into her arm like a car, the stream of light rushed, and gathered in the palm of her hand like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, and a white ball of light suddenly appeared .

Atlas snatched the ball of light, and in an instant, a strange feeling lingered in his heart.

It's as if human beings look down at the globe and have another perspective in an instant. Spots of light appear in their minds, their consciousness is slightly focused, and they instantly shift shape and appear near the spots.

It was a nymph who was doing indescribable things with a human being.

Because human beings have no desires, Nymph holds the initiative.

His eyes fluctuated, and all kinds of pictures of the two people's past, including all their room opening records, were presented in front of him one by one, as if watching an island country movie.

This is divine right?
Belonging to God's right?

Atlas looks like a transparent person, as if he is in the mirror image of the other world, others cannot see him, let alone feel him.

"Let love become hate!"

He tentatively opened his mouth to speak. Nymph, who was enjoying a wonderful experience, suddenly heard the whispers in his ears, and looked at the eyes of the human beings in front of him, unable to bear a trace of disgust.

"How can I be with such a person? He is low, ordinary, and has no self."

All sorts of thoughts flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but stop violent movements.

Seeing this, Atlas was shocked. This is simply as powerful as the rules.

"Make me a god, the supreme god."

He tried to speak again, but everything was so calm.

Beyond the authority of love, what he says is like fart, useless.

(End of this chapter)