Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 327 Don’t you still have life?
The Royal Palace of Thessaly, a house somewhere.

A mercury-colored liquid flowed from the thick night to the steps sprinkled with dim lights, slowly gathering into a tall, beautiful girl with red hair.

The girl's face showed an unusual transparency. After taking a few steps, she stretched out her hand to hold the carved pillar in front of the door and breathed deeply, allowing her body to absorb the ether factors floating in the air. Only then did her pale skin regain a somewhat attractive color and rosy look.

"You actually missed, Aphrodite."

Along with a low voice, a tall and strong young man with brown skin came out from the shadows at the corner. Looking at the embarrassed fellow Mecha, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"The intelligence is wrong. That guy is very strong. He is definitely not an ordinary demigod hero!"

The machine goddess Aphrodite raised her head and snorted coldly. Thinking of the thrilling scene before, her golden eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of lingering fear.

"If I hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, I might not have been able to come back tonight."

"Very strong? Don't look for excuses for your failures and incompetence."

The mecha god Ares stood in the shadows with his arms folded, looking at his companion with disdain.

As a bronze clan skilled in combat, they have always respected the use of force, and they somewhat look down on Aphrodite, an incompetent character who prefers reconnaissance and infiltration.

When Aphrodite, the goddess of machines, heard the undisguised contempt, she became angry and her face was filled with anger.

"Why are you so arrogant? Go and try it yourself if you have the guts!"

"Well, let's give it a try. Where is that guy?"

"In a courtyard in the north of the city. I have marked the area with divine fluid. Do you dare to go there?"

The machine goddess Aphrodite raised her dark eyebrows and spoke rudely, with a malicious sneer flashing in her beautiful eyes.

According to her judgment, the people in that yard not only have the strength of gods, but also are among the top fighters among the gods. They are very likely the incarnation of one of the main gods of Olympus.

If you want to compete with this kind of guy, you must at least be the top four of the Twelve Mecha Gods - Zeus, Hera, Poseidon and Athena.

Even if this reckless man Ares goes, he will most likely not get any advantage. It would be good to let him suffer a little and see how arrogant he will be in the future!

It would be even better if this thing was dismantled due to accidental damage, then its divine core would be mine.

"Go and go!"

The mecha god Ares nodded without hesitation, and the mercury liquid extending behind him transformed into a pair of gorgeous golden wings, eager to start hunting.

Because they had impersonated the names of the twelve gods, the mecha gods were inevitably influenced by factors such as the personalities of the twelve gods in the process of stealing divine power.

However, as metal life forms, they have no concept of pairing and reproduction, and are not deeply influenced by emotional factors, so they pay more attention to the struggle for strength and divine power.

Killing enemies, killing companions, self-evolution, and self-improvement are the main themes of their lives.

"Ares, come back here!"

However, as soon as the mecha god Ares spread his wings and took off, the mermaid prince Triton rushed out of the room in anger, and pulled the mecha god hard with his arms flashing with light patterns.

Suddenly, the red divine light all over the body of the machine god Ares was suppressed by a ball of water-blue halo, and he crashed straight down.

Aphrodite, the goddess of machines standing nearby, saw this and immediately revealed an expression of gloating.

However, before she could make any sarcastic remarks, Triton turned his gloomy face and asked in a cold voice.

"And you! I asked you to find out the other party's background. Did I say that you should fight with them?"

"..."

"A useless thing that can't do anything good but always causes trouble!"

When Aphrodite, the goddess of machines, heard this merciless rebuke, a flash of blue appeared on her face. She wanted to get angry, but when she saw Triton raising his arm, she could only lower her head in disappointment.

In order to reach a cooperation with the Atlanteans and gain a chance for the Bronze Clan to make a comeback, the Father God has transferred their control to Poseidon and his son.

The Bronze Clan have been away from this land for too long and have neither roots nor faith in today's era. Although they are reluctant now, they can only obey the orders of the mermaid prince.

"Everyone, get out of here and get inside!"

Triton snorted his command coldly, and the gentleness and humility that he tried so hard to maintain on his handsome face disappeared completely, and his expression seemed a little gloomy and distorted.

Although he had heard that the Bronze Clan was unruly and arrogant, he never expected that they would fall to such a state, unable to distinguish priorities and causing trouble for him all day long.

Under the threat of control, the two mecha gods had to suppress their arrogance and edge and return to the house obediently.

At this moment, a water-blue light flashed on the table, projecting Poseidon's tired and depressed old face.

Apparently, Triton was just reporting to his father God.

"So, Admetus doesn't agree to our terms?"

The Sea King sitting on the throne didn't even look at the two Mecha subordinates who came into the room. He rubbed his sore brows and continued the previous topic with his son Triton.

"What about Alcestis? What does your niece, the queen, mean?"

"She refused to mediate between us, and she was even more unwilling to embarrass her husband because of her father Pelias's relationship."

Triton shook his head, somewhat helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Poseidon was quite dissatisfied with his granddaughter's attitude.

"Sure enough, another ungrateful bastard!"

"Father God, what should we do next?"

Things were at an impasse, and Triton had no choice but to ask his father for advice. They had lost Trozen in the previous battle with the Ares Mountain faction, and now there were only a few cities left that believed in Poseidon, the god of the sea. The Temple of Poseidon was eager to open up a new bridgehead to increase the influence of the ocean gods on land.

If they fail again and again, it will deal a heavy blow to the already low morale of the sea gods.

"Don't worry. The giants are not so easy to deal with. Even Zeus is a little afraid of these Gegantes. Since Admetus is so confident, let him suffer a little first. When the time is right, he will beg us for help."

Poseidon raised his hand and pressed it lightly, looking like he had a clear idea.

Prince Triton in the room expressed his concerns.

"What if the patron saint of Thessaly, His Majesty the God King, intervenes?"

"So, you can tell who is the enemy and who is the friend..."

Poseidon spoke softly, his tone was meaningful.

Triton's eyes flickered, and there was something thoughtful in his eyes.

This was probably the reason why his father asked him to test the newcomers. If the other party was Zeus's spokesperson, necessary measures could be taken at the critical moment.

If not, perhaps we can adopt a cooperative attitude and work together to dig into the corner of His Majesty the God King.

However, a good pre-match intelligence gathering turned into a military provocation under the manipulation of the mecha goddess Aphrodite.

It seems that if I want to find another chance to contact the other party, I may have to wait for some time to ease the situation...

Triton glanced back at the two mecha gods behind him, sighed depressedly, then lowered his head and made a serious promise to the projection of Poseidon.

"Father God, I understand what you mean. I will handle these matters carefully."

Poseidon nodded with satisfaction, and then accompanied by a distortion of light patterns, his figure disappeared into the magic circle.

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The next day.

After a night of rest and recuperation, everyone returned to the palace and continued to discuss with King Admetus of Thessaly how to deal with the harassment of the giants.

Compared to yesterday's hasty meeting, Admetus's preparations this time seemed much more grand and formal.

Katniss brought Lorne and Medea into the bustling hall. After entering, the most beautiful woman in Thessaly bumped fists and shoulders with the local heroes of Thessaly and allies from surrounding city-states who came to help. She greeted them familiarly and introduced Lorne and Medea to them.

The heroes in the hall secretly looked at the two new members, and couldn't help but show respect when they heard that they were teachers and students of the Academy of Athens. There were even a few God-Blood Heroes who had studied in the Academy of Athens, who took the initiative to step forward and talk to Loen and the others as alumni, smiling and showing their goodwill.

The Spartan twin brothers who arrived shortly afterwards also showed Loen's recognition and admiration with a respectful attitude. Everyone saw this and their attitudes became closer.

Loen maintained a gentle smile on his face and responded politely one by one, secretly observing which cute children were suitable to be brought into the God of War Mountain to become consumables to catalyze the growth of the holy clothes.

Don't you still have life? Make some contribution to the love and peace of the world, consumables.

At this moment, Admetus was holding a banquet in the hall to entertain the heroes who came to solve the crisis in Thessaly. According to the Greek tradition of respecting strength, the more distant the hero is, the weaker his strength is. But at least he is a descendant of gods who has awakened the blood of gods, and is more than capable of dealing with ordinary monsters and giants.

Unfortunately, after Katniss's introduction, although the discerning Ron got a general idea of ​​the dozens of Greek heroes present, he was not very satisfied.

Most of those in the middle and outer layers are unknown and mediocre, not even qualified to be the consumables for making holy clothes.

Fortunately, after squeezing into the core area of ​​the hall, Loen saw a more eye-catching target.

In the center of the venue, a 2.5-meter-tall burly man with black hair and golden eyes sat alone.

Every inch of his brown-black skin was covered in rock-like muscles, and the dark red divine patterns were like a dormant dragon. His entire body seemed to be made of steel, reflecting a faint cold light under the few rays of sunlight projected through the skylight.

From a distance, the whole person looked like a dormant beast, a towering peak, an indestructible fortress, or a raging, deep ocean. Boiling ether magic power surged around him, and even emitted a burnt smell in the air.

At this moment, a vacuum zone like a boundary line was formed three meters around the figure, and heroes of divine blood were lying around, covering their arms and wailing.

The sturdy man was holding a jar of wine in his left hand, sitting cross-legged on the ground and drinking heartily, while his right hand was placed on a blue-gray stone pier, wrestling with a divine blood hero who was approaching him.

The burly God-Blood hero used all his strength to try to break the strong man's arm, but even though his arm was numb, his forehead was sweating, and he even used both hands, he was unable to move the arm at all.

Gradually, heat began to rise from his body, and fine beads of sweat oozed out, gathering into streams that dripped down along the texture of his skin.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the sturdy man picked up the jar of wine, took a big gulp, and laughed heartily.

"It's my turn!"

The God-Blood Hero on the opposite side was startled, his face immediately turned red, his pupils were bloodshot, and he changed from half-squatting to standing, obviously unwilling to admit defeat.

Dozens of divine blood heroes who were watching the fun on the field waved wine vessels, banged on the table, and shouted in unison.

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"ρακλ (Hercules)!"

"boom!"

Along with the roar of landslides and tsunamis, the blue-gray stone pillar that was already covered with cracks turned into powder.

In the smoke and dust, two arms, one above and one below, showed the winner.

In the crowd, Lorne looked at the strongman who won cheers from the audience, with a smile of joy on his lips.

It turns out it's you, kid.

(End of this chapter)