[Greek Mythology] The weakest goddess will never be a slave!

At the top of Mount Olympus, in the magnificent temple of the god-king, a woman with a noble temperament and a beautiful face is sitting on a magnificent throne.

Being able to sit on the throne in the temple of the god king in such a dignified manner is undoubtedly revealed.

She is the seventh wife of Zeus, the god king of thunder, and the only powerful goddess who enjoys half of his rights, Hera, the queen of heaven.

Hera is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, her gorgeous costumes outline her proud curves, she wears a crown on her head, her long fluffy brown hair shines with soft light and slopes down, and a pair of good purple eyes that even the stars are sorry for themselves seem to be able to see everything, white as a lily jade arm half carrying a golden scepter.

Behind her, two goddesses stood respectfully.

One of the goddesses, with resolute eyes, a toned figure, a pair of strong wings on her back, and a flowing robe, looks handsome and charming.

Another goddess has a pure face and a beautiful posture like a girl, with wings on her back and tulle, but in the sun, she shows seven colors, gorgeous and colorful.

They are the god of Hera, the queen of heaven, the goddess of victory, Noki and the rainbow goddess Iris.

Hera picked up a grape and fed it to a peacock with huge tail feathers dragged on the side.

The gorgeous blue-blue tail feathers were dotted with wonderful patterns like eyes, which were originally the giant eyes on the monster Argos, a monster with eyes in Hera's captivity.

Later, Argos died, and in order to please Hera, Zeus transferred these eyes to Hera's holy beast peacock, so that he had the peacock's gorgeous tail feathers today.

As for why Argos died, and why Zeus came specifically to curry favor with Hera and ask for forgiveness, these are not mentioned, and reviving it will only make Hera angry again.

The noble queen of heaven was bored with grapes and teased the peacock, glancing at the empty throne of her husband Zeus beside her, and her perceptive eyes crossed a cold light.

She knows exactly where this "good god king" and "good husband" has gone.

But Hera is not in the mood to care about him today, for Zeus, thousands of years have passed since they were married, does Hera love him?

For the younger brother who saved him from Kronos's belly, Hera was only grateful for the closeness to being a brother and sister at first.

So when Zeus later proposed to him, Hera did not agree.

She understands Zeus's fancy and debauchery, and as the guardian of marriage, she intuitively feels that the other party is not a good match.

But she underestimated the god-king's persistence and meanness, and Zeus used her compassion to turn into a wounded cuckoo bird, taking away her virginity while she was unprepared.

With the marriage godhead, as the defender of marriage and family, Hera had no choice but to marry Zeus.

Zeus also undoubtedly loved her, and in order to show his importance to the white-armed goddess, Hera was the only goddess to be named "Queen of Heaven" and enjoyed half of his authority.

This respect and love really made the couple live a period of honey and oil.

It was one of Hera's happiest days in the marriage, and she even forgot how reluctant she was at first and began to truly fall in love with her husband.

However, the god king of nature, his heart is like clouds floating in the sky.

While Hera was still pregnant with their first divine son, Zeus derailed.

As the guardian of marriage and family, she could not bear the betrayal from her husband, and in a fit of rage, she raised her hand and tore the oak fairy entangled with Zeus to pieces.

She screamed, cried, questioned, became hysterical, the glory and dignity of the goddess disappeared at that moment, and she wanted to get the other party's repentance.

But in the end, when she looked up, all she saw was the irritable and indifferent eyes of her once-loving husband.

Hera still remembers the feeling of that moment, as if the divine blood in her body stopped exuding divinity, her heart was tightly pinched by a pair of invisible big hands, and bursts of coldness rushed from her feet in golden shoes to her head.

Along with it, there was also the sharp pain of the marriage godhead caused by the husband's betrayal and the cracks in the family.

Mixed tastes, unforgettable.

She watched him flick his sleeves away, and the two sides began their first cold war.

Hera, who was weakened by the damaged godhead, naturally could not conceive a healthy god son, and her first child with Zeus, Hephaestus, the god of fire and forge.

That child, who should have enjoyed infinite glory on Mount Olympus, but because of the misfortune of his mother during the gestation period, the son of God, who should have been perfect, was born with a fatal mutilation, and his ugly face!

The gods of Olympus, born with the care of the world, their appearance is all born of the creation of heaven and earth, such a god son with an ordinary face and even some ugliness, in Olympus, which advocates pleasure and beauty, what will happen to him.

For this ugly-faced son of God, Zeus did not have much fatherly love in his heart, and he was usually indifferent.

Even soon after, Zeus confronted Hephaestus for speaking for Hera, and the ruthless god-king threw him off Mount Olympus on the spot, leaving him to fend for himself on earth.

Shortly after giving birth, Hera was too weak to rescue her child, and could only entrust him to Thetis, the goddess of the sea where he had fallen.

That kid

No mother can give up her child!

My Hephaestus, will be back to me in no time. The

beautiful goddess with white arms and purple eyes muttered, her expression was fragile for a moment, but soon disappeared again, as if the fleeting fragility just now was just an illusion.

Above the earth.

"Huh!" The

sharp arrow mercilessly pierced the heart of the ugly beast, blood gushed out, and the beast let out a fierce wail, fell to the ground, its pupils turned gray, and the Grim Reaper had reaped its life.

The girl's blonde hair shone with a jasper longbow, and her purple eyes flashed with a sharp edge that was completely different from usual.

"Well," Ares stood aside and applauded his little sister heartily, "you are worthy of being the daughter of the mother god, and you look a little like the mother god in the battle of Titan."

"Brother, don't underestimate me, I haven't slackened in practicing in the past few hundred years, but it's not just archery. Herb

raised his eyebrows, and his delicate and delicate face like a flower revealed a bit of heroism, as sharp and unruly as a sword out of its sheath.

The gradual recovery of cultivation and the power brought by the two new priesthoods that were about to be condensed made Herb feel that he was slowly breaking away from the ranks of the "vase".

This made her pride and fighting spirit engraved in her bones since her previous life gradually lose her cover and bloom.

After all, in the era of the last law, every point of cultivation is a fight for life, competing with the sky, those stupid white sweets, even if they have absolute talent, they can't even survive the refining period.

"Oh?" Ares raised his eyebrows, the more he knew this sister, the more surprised he was, and at the same time a little proud, "In that case, the next Warcraft's lair is in the Abyss Swamp, I won't make a move then, let's see how far I can do it with your skills."

"Then you'll see.

Herb's purple eyes were full of fighting intent, and she had been a vase goddess on the sacred mountain of Olympus for hundreds of years, but she was choked enough.

The brothers and sisters drove Ares' chariot in the air at great speed, the speed of this chariot was extraordinary, and the huge wind generated during driving had no effect on the gods, but if mortals were on this chariot, it was estimated that all their skin would be blown out.

The four demon horses pulling the cart have a very extraordinary origin, they are the children of the Nemesis and the North Wind, born with the power to control storms, and their speed is comparable to that of the wind, and they were later adopted as mounts by Ares.

The carriage galloped, but in half a day, Herb and Ares came to the abyss swamp located deep in the earth.

This magic cave really deserves the name of the abyss, accustomed to the vibrant beauty of Mount Olympus, Herb at first glance at this terrifying jungle in front of him, and can't help but feel a sense of discomfort in his heart.

At this time, it should be the noon of the bright sun, but the trees here are tall and coiled like huge pythons, and the twisted trunks are strange blue and luxuriant, but they are not the emerald green that Heber likes to represent vitality and vitality, but the same lifeless rusty green.

Such a jungle, the interlacing of branches and leaves completely isolates the outside light, and the only light source present is the strange mushroom that grows on the branches of the trees, emitting a faint blue glow, and the rust-like swamp below that is filled with miasma.

Heber had no doubt that if a creature did not break into this place with long eyes, it would be stunned by the poisonous gas in less than three seconds, and then sink into this swamp, turning into the nutrients of the monsters lurking underneath.

"What a thick miasma.

Herb frowned, raised his hand to create a purification barrier for himself and Ares, and isolated the erosion of the miasma.

"This place is the demon domain that the fallen fragments of the gods were stained with the aura of the abyss during the Titan God War. "Ares had gathered relevant intelligence before coming to this place.

"The monster in this swamp is not easy to deal with, it is the swamp witch Mandela, you need to be careful. Ares

told Herb, but did not intend to strike, although Mandela is difficult, he is not such a powerful monster, since he wants to test Herb, he will not make a move without threatening his life.

"Hmm. Herb nodded and looked around, the surroundings were really not conducive to battle, the strong miasma and the trees that exuded the aura of the abyss, and the witch hiding in the muddy and gloomy swamp...

It seems that you must first force the other party out of the swamp where they are hiding.

The blonde and purple-eyed girl god raised her hand to summon her companion artifact golden cup, and with a touch of her jade hand, the golden wine cup cast in gold turned into the size of a person's embrace, and a majestic pure aura erupted from the mouth of the cup.

Herb took nine silver arrows from his quiver, put them in the gold cup, and stirred them clockwise.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the silver arrow immersed in the golden cup slowly began to shine with silver-white light, and the pure breath in this swamp, like a light in the night, was so obvious and out of place.

Heber pulled out the silver arrow that had been completely soaked in the purification divine power, and the golden cup was also put away by her.

The girl goddess picked up the jasper bow and put nine silver arrows soaked with pure aura on the jasper bow, and the seemingly delicate white jade hand burst out with unparalleled power at this moment, and Heber suddenly pulled the jasper longbow to the full moon shape.

"Go!" As

soon as the jade hand loosened, nine silver-white arrows flew out, like nine brilliant moons, towards the center of the swamp.

The nine arrows of light intertwined and fused on the way, turning into a flying bird, with a crown on its head and tail feathers on its body, resembling a peacock, which is extremely spiritual.

"Oh!" the

peacock turned into an arrow chirped, flapped its wings, and slammed into the abyss swamp in front of him with the momentum of the river toppling.

A huge explosion sounded, but the dark and quiet abyss swamp was lively at this moment, and the purifying aura contained in the nine silver arrows and the demonic qi here had a natural antagonistic relationship, and the two were like water and fire.

The pure aura began to permeate the area, which had been soaked for a long time, dispelling demonic qi and purifying the jungle. The miasma began to dissipate, and the dark blue branches and dark green leaves of the trees began to fade as if the paint had been washed by water, revealing their original appearance, emerald green shoots grew, and the jungle began to regain its vitality.

"Click!!"

An exclamation containing anger and brutality came from the depths of the swamp, and the calm swamp surface boiled like boiling hot water.

In the swamp, a dark green afterimage suddenly burst out and attacked the girl with the silver bow...