Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 9 The God of Age
"We can make a boat and cross the Acheron by boat."

Says Prometheus.

Epimetheus next to him shook his head, pulled out a hair from his head, and gently threw it into the water.Atlas suddenly saw that the hair was like a feather falling from the air, swaying and sinking into the river, and disappeared in an instant.

"This is a river that cannot be carried by even a hair. To cross it, you must be lighter than your soul."

"You are right, my dear brother." Prometheus smiled and highly recognized Epimetheus' growth, "Hypnos, the god of sleep, once told me that in the dark world there is a Trees, it grows near the river of lava, surrounded by scorching flames, but the heart of the tree is green and green, it is lighter than the soul, and purer than the river water.

If we use it to build ships, we will be able to cross the Acheron safely. "

At this point, the two brothers looked at Qingtian God at the same time, which made Atlas really at a loss, and even the golden apple in his hand felt hot.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Brother Atlas, we are not good at doing these physical tasks." Prometheus smiled narrowly, and the meaning in his words was self-evident.

Looking at the thin bodies of the two, Atlas curled his lips and handed him the golden apple, "Okay, I'll get the emerald green tree heart, but first let me declare that I really don't know anything about building ships."

"Leave it to us."

After making an appointment, Atlas walked all the way down the Acheron River. Although the Styx River has different characteristics, it is actually a river. As long as you walk along the river bank, you can always reach other river sections.

Even so, with his footsteps, he walked for two full days and two nights before arriving at the Lava River. If he continued to walk around the entire underworld, he could reach the Styx River, but the distance would be very short. It's really too far away, and it's far less cost-effective than building a ship.

As the name suggests, the river of lava is a river composed of fiery red lava. The scalding heat waves surge, and the magma jumps in the river like waves.

On both sides of the river bank, big black trees grew there. They looked like lifeless dead wood, motionless, without branches, leaves, or insects.

Atlas rubbed his head, stepped forward and hugged the big black tree, clasped his arms together and exerted strength, united his waist and horse, and pulled it out suddenly. In an instant, it seemed that Lu Zhishen was possessed, and he pulled out the weeping willow. The tall tree fell into the ground when he pulled it up, and the roots directly came out of the soil.

Qing Tianshen carried the big tree with ease, put it aside, and then exerted force with his bare hands, his fingers were like hard steel forks, and directly tore the outer skin of the big tree, exposing the heart of the tree inside.

The heart of the tree is emerald green and crystal clear, like a beautiful jade buried in the ore, in the hand, it looks light and light like nothing, it is indeed a wood that is lighter than the soul.

But there is not much in a tree, and to make a boat, he has to pick more tree hearts.

Atlas was not a man of labor, so he hurriedly continued to pull out big trees with his bare hands, and then dug open the trunk to take out the heart.

So busy, just half a day's work has already accumulated a lot of tree hearts.

He wound it with the rope that had been used to climb the gaps in Mother Earth, and now it was just right to bind it.

Atlas was carrying two bundles of hearts like a coffin lying horizontally, and was about to leave.

Just at this moment, an old voice suddenly stopped him behind him.

"Young man, I've been staring at you for a long time, why did you cut down my tree?"

Atlas froze for a moment, then quickly turned around to look, and saw not far behind, a wrinkled old man with pale beard and hair in a white coat was looking at him with his muddy eyes squinted, and the flames of lava shone on him face, making its face more vicissitudes.

Qing Tianshen blinked blankly, and asked politely, "May I ask who you are?"

"Cough cough," the old man covered his mouth and coughed, "My name is Geras, I'm just an old man dying in the darkness."

It's okay if he didn't mention his name, but Atlas immediately knew who he was.

It is the third child born to Erebos, the god of darkness, and his sister Nyx, the goddess of the night, the god of age, Geras.

Because of him, the human body will lose its suppleness and agility and youthful vigor as it grows older.

But there are advantages and disadvantages. Although one is old and old, correspondingly, prestige will be brought to him, that is, "wisdom, nobility, authority" and so on.

The appearance of Gersis caught Atlas unexpectedly, but he still had to argue for himself, "Dear elder, you said that these trees belong to your family, so have you ever trimmed their branches? "

"Cough cough." Gethsi covered his mouth with one hand and coughed, waved the other hand, and said, "I'm already a candle in the wind, how can I have the energy to trim the branches for them?"

Atlas nodded, and asked again: "These are the seeds you sprinkled, do you water them?"

Geths continued to shake his head, "I don't have the seeds of the big trees, and I don't even have the strength to water them."

"Then why do you say that this naturally growing tree is yours?"

"Young man, because I have watched them grow and I have not cared for these trees, but my affection for them is unmatched."

After saying this, Atlas was speechless, "Then what do you want?"

"Leave my tree heart, and I won't pursue the rest." Gerths rolled his cloudy old eyes, and a hint of cunning flashed faintly.

Qingtian God couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, you said it belonged to your family, you stared at it for a long time when I chopped it down and didn't say a word, and you jumped out immediately after I finished chopping it up.

I asked if you planted it, but you didn't even have the seeds, and the blackmail went to Atlas.

"Respected elder, if you want this tree heart, I can give you a third, and I have other uses for the rest."

"No, since you stole my trees, you must keep them all."

"Elder, I really still have use for this tree heart."

"Look for yourself, if it doesn't work, I'll just lie down."

"Grandma, believe it or not, I threw you into the river." Atlas lost his temper, and his tone became bad.

Looking at the tall figure of the other party, Gerths smiled disdainfully, "Young man, it's not that I look down on you, your strength may not be as strong as mine."

What I said, Atlas was annoyed on the spot. I am a majestic god who holds up the sky. In terms of strength, even the Hercules of the later generations may not be able to compare. What are you pretending to be here, an old man? .

"I can lift the sky, so I'm not as strong as you?"

"Don't believe me? Then let's compete, like arm wrestling. If you can really beat me, I will give you this tree heart for free." The old man Gexisi seemed even more unconvinced, and continued his provocation.

Atlas didn't want to cause trouble. If he could just defeat him and get the tree heart, he would be very happy.

(End of this chapter)