Greek Mythology: Evolution from monitor lizards

Chapter 48 The last memory, broken into a dragon

"Hahahahahahaha! Did that winged lizard you raise ignore you?" Hecate laughed wildly, "Medea, your life is really sad. You were abandoned by the mother of gods since you were a child, your sister Bear the guilt for you, suffer all kinds of pain and torture, until now I still beg you not to go down that abyss road!"

"Your Godmother abandoned you, and the mount you raised also abandoned you mercilessly, hahaha...Medea, who else hasn't abandoned you?"

"I was not abandoned by my mother of gods! No!" Medea looked crazy, and she pointed at Hecate, "It's you! It's you and the Olympian court behind you!"

"My Goddess shed all the divine blood for Olympus, just because she is the blood of the night, she made you feel uneasy, and was treated unfairly! She didn't abandon me!"

Hecate said darkly: "Your eloquence, your sharp teeth, and the dexterity of your tongue will get you nothing but pain."

Stab it--!
Hecate yanked the thunder chain fiercely, and threw Circe directly to Medea's side, kicking up countless dust.

"Ah!!!" Medea screamed immediately, and she saw that Circe's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were shining with golden light. They were thunder daggers, and the blood was flowing!

It was like being stabbed fiercely with a dagger by a creature, and then messing around wildly!
Circe's face was drenched with blood, ferocious and terrifying. She climbed to Medea's side, and the color of incomparable despair and pain materialized, condensing into countless black butterflies, flying around, and the extremely ominous voice of the dead sounded all around.

"Sister, that's it..." There was no emotion in Circe's divine voice, only numbness.

"Go back with Hecate, accept your fate...this is our fate..."

"No! No! Don't come near me!" Medea kicked Circe hard in the face, "I don't want it!"

boom!
Suddenly, a strong ray of light shone across the world, and divine power condensed from Hecate's hands!

puff!

"Ah!!!" Circe screamed, a huge snake spear pierced her back, pinning her directly to the ground, her divine body trembled violently, and when she raised her head, only fear and fear remained on her distorted face. Desperate, looks at Medea.

"You let your sister suffer so much, do you want her to continue to suffer? Are you willing to let her die in front of you before you stop?"

"Hahahaha!" Hecate laughed wildly, and a snake spear condensed in her hand, aiming at Circe.

"Mother of God. Mother of God. Mother of God." Tears flowed from Medea's eyes. She hugged the hell dog tightly in her arms, turned her head, and looked at Yang Qi in the distance.

He remained motionless.

"Dalong...you really...ignore me..."

Yang Qi was also looking at Medea.

some time ago.

As if in a dream, but also as if in reality.

In front of Yang Qi was the sun-drenched street. He carried his schoolbag and walked on the path among the trees.

The popsicle in his hand is shining brightly.

Then there are the bustling classrooms, the lights of evening self-study, and the sound of reading textbooks.

Football, games, novels, countless dreams and real worlds.

The sound of the news on the TV, the aroma of the food, the face of the mother, and the smoking of the father.

Then a record appeared in my hand, yes, records, a record store near the school.

In the bed late at night, the spinning CD player was as silent as midnight.The sound of guitar playing came from the earphones, and the drum set seemed to be beating on the chest.

A smile appeared on Yang Qi's face. He had never heard this kind of song before. It was as if a seed had been planted in his heart, and now flowers bloomed, like the dawn rising from the dark night.

Then the scene in front of him was reversed, in the serious examination room, the afternoon of the score check.

Bustling university campuses, crumpled coins in pockets.

The brand-new guitar in the window, the infinite courage and impulsiveness in my heart, as if I saw the lights in the stadium of tens of thousands of people, and what I heard was my own song.

Dirty rehearsal room, countless drunken rhetoric, notes and lyrics written on paper, conflicts with teammates, chaotic performances, taking various vehicles, the sound of beer clinking glasses, the sound of vomiting, the subway station announcement The voice, the expectant eyes of the mother, the heavy words of the father, the sound of the plectrum plucking the strings, the sound of the broken dream.

Back to the familiar small town, working step by step, the boss is greasy and bald.Girls on a blind date are not gentle enough, but they are well-mannered.Will you love her, a clichéd wedding, holding her hand and saying the vows of thousands of mountains and rivers, deep in my heart I don't know whether to believe it or not.Firewood, rice, oil, salt, the trivialities of life, I saw myself lying on the hospital bed when I was old, the child was born, and his cry resounded in the delivery room. It was a rainy night, and the cry completely killed youth and love. past.

This is Yang Qi's past, and then, these past memories, all, little by little, shattered into slag and disappeared.

Yang Qi's last bit of human nature is also disappearing.

Human nature was devoured, and Yang Qi completely became a dragon.

He looked at everything in front of him, at Medea whose face was rotting, with divine blood and tears flowing from her eyes, who looked mad and extremely desperate.

What does she have to do with me.

Dragons don't care.

Oh, why did I follow her call?

"It's... because she's going to die."

The source of her power crumbled like rotten grease, but she was still not mortal.

There is divine power in her corpse, and Yang Qi wants to swallow it to strengthen himself.

Medea is a corpse, about to become the corpse of the power in her belly.

But... is it really just a corpse?

A confused light appeared in Yang Qi's eyes, he couldn't figure it out.

Medea's death was enough to appease Olympus, and her corpse could have been swallowed by itself.

Hecate in the distance is powerful, but he is sure enough to escape.

If Medea could injure Hecate, he would strike decisively, kill Hecate, and swallow Medea together.

Everything is according to the plan, so what is he confused about?
"Haha...haha...haha..." Medea hugged the two-headed dog, shaking her divine body and laughing miserably.

"Sure enough, you don't want to pay attention to me...haha...the godmother is fake, my sister doesn't understand me, even you...hahaha..."

"Wang!"

The hellhound yelled, and it wagged its tail.

"Yes... and you, and you, sweet artichoke... and you..."

Medea lowered her head and stroked the two-headed hellhound. The only pupils in her eyes were as dark as an eternal night, and a ray of light suddenly flashed.

"Medea, your path to the abyss has come to an end." Hecate burst out with astonishing divine power, and she walked forward slowly with a dagger in her hand, "This is the last warning."

Medea turned her head, her eyes turned like thousands of icebergs, "It's just death."

boom! !

The source of divine power appeared behind Medea, and the viscous and dirty sea swept foam. She raised the magic wand in her hand and moved forward a little. Immediately, divine light overflowed in the night sky, and countless portals appeared!

"The last...the last divine power..."

In the source of Medea's divine power, the extremely dirty and viscous sea began to boil for the last time!

She twisted her body and flew towards the portal in the air!

(End of this chapter)