Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 449 She asked me to fight her

Such a passionate and sincere request, coupled with Eros's words just now, also subtly ignited some of Astarte's ambitions.

Astarte finally changed his mind and spoke.

"Then let's give it a try?"

She was still a little hesitant, but soon became determined.

"But I still need to see if you have the ability, so I will only support you and help you, but I won't do it myself."

Eros's suggestion did give her other ideas.

If Eros really had that ability, it would not be a bad idea to help him take the position of Baal.

After all, Eros was right. Does the throne of the King of Gods have to be occupied by gods of noble birth and divine authority?
The Goddess of Beauty must be a vase and cannot be the King of Gods?
Eros' words just now aroused the ambition hidden in Astarte's heart.

Anu was old and weak, and could no longer shoulder the burden of the entire Mesopotamia!

Why didn't she give it a try? She started by helping Eros ascend to the throne of the God King of Canaan and tried to make further progress.

If Eros can really do it, then after she returns to Mesopotamia, it might be worth a try to cooperate with both inside and outside forces.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Eros has the ability. After all, the throne of the King of Gods cannot be maintained simply by relying on external forces.

No matter what, Astarte now does have some other thoughts and expectations about Eros.

"Anyway, if you want to compete with Yam and Mott, you are still far from it in your current state."

Astarte glanced at Eros. As a very orthodox goddess, her criteria for judging strength were still based on divinity and authority.

Eros's erotic authority was not yet complete, and his divinity was not particularly strong, so in her opinion he was naturally too weak.

And Eros, naturally, would not explain so much to her, he just smiled faintly.

"It's okay. I'm not as weak as you think."

"Then I'll have to train you to find out whether you are weak or not."

Astarte didn't care too much about it, after all, Eros was in good health.

From many details, it can be seen that Eros has been trained for a long time and has a very good body.

But this cannot play a decisive role. Divinity and authority are the most powerful weapons and cornerstones of the battle between gods.

Now that the matter has been decided, Astarte has begun to think about how to support Eros.

First of all, we must prepare more powerful authority for Eros, and then find ways to gradually enhance Eros' divinity.

The latter is more troublesome, so Astarte naturally gives priority to the former.

As long as the winner is strong enough, he can naturally continue to plunder divinity and replenish himself.

After forming a general idea in his mind, Astarte looked at Eros again and curled the corners of his mouth.

"Since you have decided to do this, let us start training you from now on."

"First, let me try out your quality."

During this period of time, although Eros had been coaxing me with all kinds of sweet words, I almost forgot who I was.

But she is also a god of war to some extent, and she is quite restless and itchy inside.

Even though I beat Yam up just now, it was just a warm-up and I'm not satisfied enough.

And now, it seems interesting to bully Eros under the guise of training.

Astarte couldn't help but get excited when he thought of the scene in which Eros would be ravaged by him in various ways and then have to grit his teeth and hold on.

"Come on, I won't use my divine power and authority, just let me try and see if you have the qualifications and will to be a warrior." What does it mean to be a warrior? Of course, before learning to fight, you must first get used to being beaten.

To be a qualified soldier, you must first endure hardship.

Astarte was very excited, and Eros couldn't refuse, so he just smiled awkwardly.

"Is this really okay? If we don't use divine power and authority, will we just compete in physical combat?"

He also pointed at himself, referring to the size difference between the two of them, which looked like they were not in the same weight class at all.

"Oh, don't worry, I will be very gentle and won't hurt you too much."

Astarte, who had no idea of ​​the situation, rubbed his hands together, and even his eyes brightened a little, staring at Eros with a fierce look.

Be careful not to hit Eros' precious face.

And Eros thought so too.

He looked at Astarte and couldn't help but laugh.

Astarte's face was the most precious part of her body, and her chest was flat enough, so there was no need to hammer it down to a valley.

As for her lower abdomen, it was flat and flexible, and it was obvious that it felt good, even though there was a snake-eye gem embedded in her belly button.

But Eros will control his strength and not break it.

Both of them were secretly gearing up for the fight. They looked at each other, Astarte showed an eager smile, while Eros looked a little shy.

"Then let's get started right away. Feel free to attack me and let me take a look."

Astarte stood there, not worrying at all whether her bedroom would be destroyed.

She stood here with the greatest confidence, facing Eros with her head held high, not caring at all.

"Oh, wait a minute, you'll have to forgive my offense."

Eros took off his shirt slowly and put it aside to prevent it from exploding.

The smooth muscle lines present the most perfect posture of the human body, fully displaying the beauty of the human body.

Such a perfect body, no matter how many times he saw it, Astarte couldn't help but be dazzled by it.

She was deeply curious about where Eros, the goddess of beauty, came from and how he could be better than her.

And just at that moment when she was obsessed with it and focused on looking at the muscles of Eros' upper body, her mind relaxed.

The originally delicate and perfect lines began to change, forming another kind of beauty, full of explosive power.

Eros did not use the power of magnetic field, nor did he use the fighting skills of the Saint Seiya. He just threw this punch purely based on his own domineering mind.

Uppercut! Belly punch!

His fist had no hindrance and before Astarte could react, it hit her smooth belly directly.

The flat and flexible belly suddenly sank, and Astarte's confident expression was instantly distorted.

No? Why does it hurt a little?

Astarte's brain was thinking rapidly at this moment, but he still stood there tenaciously, his body motionless, as if he had no reaction at all.

Eros was a little confused. Did he hold back too much? As expected of Astarte, he was really strong, beyond his expectation.

Well, if that was the case, he would have to attack the abdomen with all his strength.

Clenching his fists again, Eros shouted silently in his heart.

Power! Come out to me!
(End of this chapter)