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Chapter 317 Farewell, Father, and My Weakness (4.7k)

In fact, based on the rebellion of Hippomenes, the commander of the expedition against the beast disaster, and a series of previous mysteries, Loen became suspicious of the King of Arcadia.

Coupled with the fact that the royal city fell in the blink of an eye, the answer was already obvious.

——Even if King Arcadia is not the mastermind, he is definitely involved in this disaster!

Although Loen could decide the life and death of King Arcadia on his own, he was Atalanta's biological father after all.

In order to take his student's feelings into consideration and avoid any rift between them, Lorne decided to take her along and tell her the truth she should know in person.

And then, there is no need to stage this drama of father and daughter killing each other, so let me, the teacher, do it instead.

Just as Loen made up his mind and was about to step forward to deal with the out-of-control King of Arcadia, a hand pressed heavily on his shoulder and a low voice sounded in his ear.

"Teacher, let me do it!"

"He is your father..."

"I know."

Atalanta nodded, then took a deep breath and looked calmly at the twisted and bloated figure in the hall.

"But so what? As a father, he gave birth to me but did not raise me; as a monarch, he rioted the people but did not love them... No matter what identity I have when facing him, I don't owe him anything!"

"so……"

"I will put an end to him myself!"

Atalanta stepped forward with the Bow of the Sky in hand, and pondered solemnly.

"Since this disaster started with him, let it end with him. To quell the beast disaster and send him off with dignity is the only thing I can do for him as a daughter and an Arcadian at this moment."

Upon hearing this, Luo En looked hesitant.

"you sure?"

"Don't worry, I was taught by you and Lady Artemis, I'm not that fragile."

Atalanta patted her chest and smiled brightly, not being much affected by the revelation of her identity.

Looking at the determined eyes of his student, Loen's heart, which had been tense all the way, finally calmed down, and he couldn't help feeling relieved.

If we were to look for an ethical theme in the Age of Greek Gods, then "patricide complex" would certainly be one of them.

The gods split Chaos, the god of chaos, and gave birth to a new world; Kronos overthrew Uranus and established the order of the Titans; Zeus overthrew Kronos and brought glory to Olympus...

In the world of Western mortals, "patricide" is a potential cultural rite of passage. Through "patricide", individuals move towards independence and complete their own transformation. Of course, this "patricide" not only refers to killing the father physically, but also refers to the resistance to authority and order.

Loen originally thought that Atalanta would be trapped by her identity and would be at a loss at this juncture, so he wanted to do it himself and break the shackles on his student.

Unexpectedly, he underestimated his student.

This girl has grown up.

Although King Arcadia did not get a heroic son as he wished, he got a daughter who surpassed many male heroes.

Luo En sighed and left some instructions before leaving.

"Then be careful. If something goes wrong, don't fight hard. Don't forget that I'm here."

Atalanta nodded slightly and watched her teacher walk through the hall and head towards another battlefield.

At this moment, whether it was because of the obsession in his heart or the discussions in his ears, the mutated King of Arcadia raised his muscular head, looked at Atalanta on the field with cloudy eyes, and murmured.

"Daughter? Are you that bastard? You're not dead?"

"What? Are you surprised? Me too..."

Atalanta sneered and shook her head, then looked at the so-called "father" on the ground and spoke seriously.

"Thank you for giving birth to me, but I should thank you even more for abandoning me."

"?"

"He is very good to me, and he is more qualified to be my 'father' than you, and more worthy of my following."

Atalanta looked up at the figure running to another battlefield at the end of the palace, drew the bow of the sky, pointed the cold arrow at the tyrant on the ground, and pondered solemnly.

"Come on! Don't keep me too long, because I don't want him to fight alone in the front."

"Roar!"

King Arcadia, whose human features were gradually being lost, stood up in a rage and rushed towards his daughter who had brought him shame and resentment.

The battle between father and daughter, king and people, has begun!
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At this moment, in front of the astronomical table.

Scarlet blood rained from the sky. The red and black divine liquid, burning like magma, poured into the royal city, constantly splitting into mycelium-like red and black lines, and eroding and changing the nature of the land at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming it into the [Underworld].

Countless rushing death energy and forcibly extracted spiritual light gathered in the sky into a giant dragon with a hundred heads, roaring and screaming continuously.

The Hermetic and Eleusinian believers standing in the center of the star array with flickering light patterns saw this scene, and all of them had obsessed and fanatical smiles on their faces, and their eyes gradually became dull and awe-filled, as if they had seen the king they were to serve.

How dark! How majestic! How invincible!

“God, arise!”

The believers were shaken and opened their arms. Like puppets, they sang and cheered together, offering everything they had to the Lord of the Abyss.

Bang bang bang!

Dozens of bodies disintegrated and shattered, turning into blood mist, which flowed back into the sky and dyed the bright starlight into scarlet.

In the center of the astronomical platform, the figure bathed in blood and sacrifice raised his hands and grabbed the empty space, pulling the starlight and life spirits gathered in the sky into his body, and raised his head to let out a hearty laugh.

"Immortality! Immortality!! I am already immortal!!!"

"Whoosh!"

A stream of blood broke through the air, and a spear like a dead branch shot towards the figure's face.

Sensing the danger, its two claws covered with red and black shiny scales immediately attacked with all its might.

Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal clashing, the figure was blasted dozens of meters away by the powerful impact force of the gun.

The spear flew backwards with a wail and fell into a palm covered with light-like cracks.

"You are neither human nor ghost. What should I call you?"

Loen walked out from the bloody rain curtain, looked at the half-human, half-dragon humanoid monster covered with red and black shiny scales, and sneered.

"Hippomenes? Or Typhon?"

The Demon Ancestor was no philanthropist. In order to revive himself, he even planned to devour his own offspring without mercy, not to mention humans whom he regarded as ants.

So from the moment Hippomenes was eroded by Typhon's divinity, he had no choice and was destined to become the flesh and blood vessel for Typhon's coming.

At this moment, the half-human, half-dragon monster looked disdainful upon hearing this.

"I am one of the hundred leaders. I don't even need to use my full strength to crush you ants on the ground!"

"It's not Typhon himself who has descended? That makes things much easier..."

Before he finished speaking, the light wheel behind Loen started to rotate. With the triple blessing of [Goat], [Flame] and [White Horse], his body shot forward like lightning, and the Spear of Nation-Building in his hand set off layers of blazing white flames.

The half-human, half-dragon incarnation of Typhon waved his claws, forming arcs of light that tore through the air. A thick, cold aura of death surged in, trying to extinguish the incoming flaming spear tip.

For a moment, there were flashes of light, the marble-paved square shattered into pieces, and the sound of metal clashing was endless.

"boom!"

After a hundred moves, there was a roar of thunder, the ground collapsed dozens of meters, and spider-web-like cracks stretched for several kilometers.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the battlefield where the two sides fought looked like the devastated surface of the moon.

The half-human, half-dragon Typhon's incarnation had his head blown to pieces, and his body was pierced through the chest by the Spear of Nation-Building, nailing it to a broken stone pillar, swaying slightly like a sunny doll hanging on a tree.

Although he successfully killed his opponent, Loen didn't feel well either.

A claw strike during the fight tore his clothes on his chest, causing blood to flow. Several broken ribs were exposed, and one could almost see the wriggling organs inside.

Taking a deep breath, Loen reluctantly stuffed his exposed sternum back into his chest cavity, stood up with difficulty, and looked dimly at the headless corpse in front of him.

At this moment, countless red and black light streams containing tremendous vitality poured out from the opponent's neck, constantly interweaving and blending, outlining the original head outline at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Philosopher's Stone]!
Luo En narrowed his eyes, and immediately raised his hand and grabbed forward, urging the power of [Flame] and [White Horse]. In an instant, the blazing white flames swept across the entire body of the incarnation of Di Feng, burning every inch of his skin and every strand of flesh.

But even so, the body that was charred all over and looked like a piece of charcoal was still regenerating and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

At the same time, blood mist exploded on the streets of the city, and dozens of Arcadian people who had fainted on the ground turned into meat paste.

Luo En's heart sank, and he couldn't help but stop controlling his power.

In the blink of an eye, the human-shaped charcoal on the stone pillar peeled off the black shell on the outside, revealing a body of white new flesh and blood, and even the exploded head returned to its original state.

But it hurts! My whole body hurts!

As the flames from the gun body flowed, the skin was burning, the bones were groaning, the blood was boiling, and the organs were trembling. Unprecedented pain rushed into the mind madly, like millions of red-hot iron needles piercing the skull, constantly provoking the nerves of Typhon's incarnation.

He suppressed the convulsions in his body and looked at the opponent opposite him with a grim smile.

“Haha, you are indeed very strong, but this body contains the vitality of tens of thousands of people in the city. If you want to kill me, you must kill all the people in the city first!”

Lorne frowned, feeling quite troubled.

The old gods do not rely on human faith, and are imprisoned in the bottom of the underworld because of dreams created by humans.

Therefore, they naturally had no scruples when they took action, and did not need to worry about the life and death of human beings.

Typhon took advantage of this and refined all the residents of the royal city of Arcadia into his amulets. If the new gods wanted to deal with him, they would inevitably be cautious if they took their faith into consideration.

This old guy is not only powerful but also smart. He is worthy of being the ancestor of all demons who even Zeus has deceived.

At this moment, Typhon's incarnation noticed his opponent's hesitation, and his eyes swept over the light-like cracks that almost covered his opponent's body, as well as his chest that had not fully healed for a long time, and he began to taunt.

"It looks like you may not be able to hold on until then."

"You can try……"

Loen strode forward and rushed straight towards Typhon without any further ado, as if intending to engage him in close combat.

At this moment, the incarnation of Typhon, who was nailed to the stone pillar, saw that the distance between the two sides was reduced to within three steps. He looked up suddenly, with a fierce light in his eyes. He raised his hand and pulled out the Spear of Nation-building that pierced his chest, threw it behind him, and swung his claws fiercely at the figure that was close at hand.

You think you can beat me in close combat? Idiot!
However, the figure in front suddenly accelerated as if expected, and the incarnation of Typhon suddenly jumped up, but before he could succeed, he felt dizzy.

"boom!"

As if in the center of a huge crater caused by a meteorite impact, the incarnation of the Demon Ancestor was grabbed by the throat by a white finger and smashed to the ground miserably.

"Your reaction is sufficient, but unfortunately this body still limits your performance."

"So what? Can you kill me?"

The incarnation of Typhon sneered disdainfully, his eyes full of provocation.

Luo En smiled but did not answer. He pinched the slender neck with his right hand, tightening it inch by inch, and chanted leisurely.

“‘Declare

I am in charge of killing and I am in charge of life.

What I hurt, I heal.

There is no way to surpass the palm of my hand.

What cannot escape is my gaze.

Trust me, learn from me, obey me..."

As the chanting sounded like a ballad, it gathered into a milky white stream of light, which flowed into the body of Typhon's incarnation, bringing an indescribable burning sensation.

He inexplicably felt that the countless red and black light streams trapped in his body were like boiling water, stirring uncontrollably, and his face changed instantly.

"what have you done?"

"Of course I pray and bless you..."

Lorne spoke leisurely, the smile on his face growing brighter.

For God, drive the people, guide the way forward, and be a shepherd.

As a god, we should maintain order, punish the lunatics, and be the law-abiding one.

The image of gods is often multifaceted.

In addition to fighting, prayer and comfort are also his specialties.

Under the gentle and timeless ballad, the incarnation of Typhon in the crater curled up into a ball, sweat all over his body, his body twitching continuously, his confused consciousness becoming more and more chaotic, and his body that could not bear the load was on the verge of collapse.

How could this be?
Unbelievable thoughts emerged in my mind, and the painful struggle became more intense.

"During the resting moment, I have not forgotten to sing, to pray, and to me..."

In the chaos, a faint and holy chanting came to my ears, like the singing of the Muses.

"With my lightness, I can unload all the burdens..."

Along with an unreal feeling of detachment, countless complex sounds and consciousnesses in Di Fenghua's body dissipated. The restless and frightened souls seemed to pass through the darkness, rise in the endless light, and finally immersed in the pure white holy spring, completing the baptism of life.

Warmth, comfort...

They vaguely felt that the shackles of darkness no longer existed and their confused souls were guided.

All the pain and all the burdens are enveloped and melted by this light and warmth...

In the dark, they seemed to see soft elves of light dancing around them in the shadow of the woods where the breeze was blowing. Saints strolling on the grass gently took their arms, humming lullaby-like syllables, and leading them through the valley of the shadow of death to the eternal paradise.

It seems that we have seen the Shepherd and the Lord...

Lord, have mercy!
The lambs gathered at the shepherd's feet, crying out and asking for help.

Feeling countless consciousnesses about to burst out of his body, Typhon's incarnation had a look of disbelief on his face.

How is it possible? How can he have such a powerful power of soul command?
As he glanced upwards out of the corner of his eye, the incarnation of Typhon saw the black skull mark appearing on the back of Lorne's hand and cursed angrily.

Mark of the Dead! Damn Hades!

At this moment, Loen looked at the incarnation of Typhon, which was already enveloped in a milky white stream of light, and slowly chanted the final words of the declaration.

"Eternal life is born from birth and given by death.

Anointed and branded for your sins.

Forgiveness is here and now, swearing on my flesh.

——I will pity this sad soul! "

The lingering sound of God's words echoed in the ears of Typhon's incarnation. A vast stream of pure white light dissolved and decomposed the "immortal" body inch by inch. Countless souls trapped in it flowed back to the city under the guidance of the light.

"You can't change anything! You can't save these ants! I will come back, lead the beasts, and kill and eat all your sheep!"

Difeng roared unwillingly, but as the container collapsed, his consciousness could only be washed away by the light and sent back to the endless darkness of the underworld.

Looking at the ashes on the ground drifting in the wind, Loen breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the Spear of Nation-Building beside him, slowly climbed onto the broken astrological platform, and looked towards the city.

At this time, as Typhon was suppressed again, the blood rain had stopped and all the strange phenomena no longer existed.

The fiery red sun rises slowly, the glimmer of morning light pierces the night sky and sprinkles on the earth.

The city, which was originally immersed in darkness, woke up from its cradle like a crying baby.

"Wow~~"

A loud cry of a baby came from a cradle on the street. After death, life still blooms tenaciously.

One by one, figures got up from the ground as if waking up from a dream, looking around blankly and gratefully.

Lorne witnessed everything in front of him with a smile on his face.

"What a joy! Praise! This joyful life—!"

Amid murmurings, the majestic god fell from the high platform, and a figure as swift as a civet cat came running over and hugged the earthly shepherd, the father of mankind, tightly.

(End of this chapter)