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

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The

monster attacked, and Heber was already guarded in his heart, seeing that the monster was forced out of the swamp, a pair of dark green claws came towards his face.

The divine power in her hand flowed, and the jasper longbow in her hand turned into a shining golden sword in an instant.

The sword is three feet long, the body of the sword is as thin as a cicada wing, and the shape is like a ribbon.

This is an artifact that Herper specially asked his brother Hephaestus, the god of fire and forging, to create.

Since crossing into the world, Heber has learned that this world, whether it is the way of fighting between gods and mortals, is too rough, it is completely a competition of brute force, there is no concept of so-called martial arts and skills, and most of the weapons here are mainly thick and wide, even swords.

In his previous life, as an immortal cultivator in Huaxia, Hebo was the best at using the sword, and even the Essence Magic Weapon was a soft sword of autumn water, thin as cicada wings, changing freely, dancing as she wanted, like autumn water floods, blue sea and blue light, accompanied her through the long years of immortal cultivation.

After living again, Herb was still more accustomed to using soft swords, but this world did not, so he had to draw the design draft himself and ask Hephaestus to help create it.

Although Hephaestus was driven from the world since he was a child, he also loved his sister, who often came to visit him.

Even if such a soft sword in his eyes could not play any role in battle, but his sister liked it, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of divine materials to help her create this artifact.

Because he was afraid that his sister would suffer losses in battle with this toy-like sword, he also drew a double body in it, giving it another posture - the bow form.

In this way, if the melee can't be beaten, Herb can also pull the long-distance long-range output, and Hephaestus can't help but silently praise his wisdom.

Speaking of now, the blonde and purple-eyed girl goddess waved the golden sword in her hand, urging divine power to be injected into it, and the divine sword buzzed, and the edge was even more victorious.

"Oh!" The

golden sword and the claw met, making a sound of gold and stone colliding, and the seemingly soft golden sword easily resisted the sharp claws of this monster.

Herb finally had a chance to see this monster born in the abyss swamp.

Mandela, the swamp witch, can be called a witch rather than a monster, Mandela is not ugly, on the contrary, she is slender, her face is charming, a seaweed-like long hair is attached to her delicate body, the skin is strange dark green, a pair of sharp claws flashing with cold light, dark eyes that do not see the whites of the eyes exude a ghostly and demonic aura, different from the goddess on the sacred mountain, the holy and noble of Ninfu, Mandela is full of magic and treacherous beauty.

Fortunately, it was himself who came to eliminate the monster, and if Zeus saw it, he didn't know if his cheap father without any ethics would have another monster lover.

"Yay!¥#@&.... "Damn outsiders, dare to destroy my territory, I will tear you to pieces! The territory

is destroyed, and the sneak attack is intercepted by the other party, and Mandela can't help but let out an angry scream."

Born in the swamp of the abyss, she was born with a rejection of the holy and pure breath.

The pure aura of this guy in front of her was so rich that it almost made her want to gag

, and the other party was still the culprit who destroyed his territory, and Mandela didn't want to do anything but tear this guy to pieces now.

Herb could not understand the language of the Abyss Monster, and unlike his magical appearance, Mandela's voice was harsh and ugly, hiding a heart-wrenching magic.

Herb frowned, for the sake of his ears, it was better to fight quickly.

The golden cup-shaped mark appeared on the top of the girl's head, and the majestic pure breath gushed out from the mouth of the bottle, poured on the golden sword, and the shining golden sword was even more holy, and Heber had not yet condensed the purification divine office, so he had to temporarily rely on the artifact golden cup to extract the purification divine power.

She flashed in a reversal, fast as electricity, and in the blink of an eye, she came behind the swamp witch, and swung her sword crisply.

The sharp blade was like a snake that had been dormant in the grass for a long time, like wind and electricity, and before the other party could react, a huge scar was gnawed on the back of this witch.

"Oh!!"

Mandela let out a scream of pain, his back was hit hard, and the pure aura above the blade was like ice and snow meeting the sun for the Abyss Monster, an endless burning and melting pain.

The purified divine power blocked the recovery of the monster's wound, Mandela's pure black pupils were stained blood red with pain, and the hatred in his heart burned.

She endured the severe pain and opened the distance between her and Heber, and quickly burst out thick vines from behind, flashing with dark light and magic qi, and pumped towards her at a lightning speed.

Heber waved the sword in his hand, and the sword light flashed like a rainstorm pear blossom.

Or chopping or picking, coping with these vines, the vines were picked open, whipped on the grass below her, above the trees around her, the earth cracked, the trees fell and died, the force was great, the poison was amazing.

"The strength is good, but the speed is too slow, just take you to condense the priesthood!" The

divine power in Heber's hand flowed, and the originally hard and sharp sword body softened in an instant, and the sword blade continued to lengthen, turning into a soft golden whip!

Injecting the power of purification into the golden whip, with a wave of his hand, the golden whip in his hand emitted a sound of breaking the void, and also pumped towards the vine summoned by this swamp witch with the momentum of thunder.

The golden whip and the black vine whipped together, the sound of breaking the sky continued to sound, and the surrounding grass and trees suffered this unwarranted calamity, ruining the ground, and cracks appeared on the earth.

There is only one golden whip, but the number of Wuteng is not less than hundreds, and the golden light and shadow do not fall into the wind with one enemy and a hundred, and there is a faint oppressive trend.

Ares, who was watching the battle in the dark, touched his chin, and it seemed that Xiaomei's growth was faster than he thought.

The speed of the two sides became faster and faster, and gradually the whip and the figure of Wuteng could not be seen, and only a golden ray and countless dark lights could be seen intertwined and collided.

"In the name of purification, sweep away the filth in front of you, purify the priesthood, condense!"

Heber's eyes shone brightly, and the pale green godhead in the dantian emitted a pure white light, which was the energy injected by the new priesthood into the godhead, and under the flow of brilliance, the pale green godhead grew a little stronger.

The feeling of divine power enhancement is really fascinating, and at the moment of mastering the new law of power, the understanding in the mind is transparent, giving people the illusion of overlooking the world and mastering everything.

This feeling, like smoking corn pollen, is happy and psychedelic, and it is addictive.

A cool breath gushed out from the golden pill, and Heber's spiritual platform cleared, and he sobered up in an instant.

Heber hurriedly stabilized his mind, and in the process of promotion of divine power, if he could not keep the spiritual platform empty, the gods would also sink into the law and lose themselves and become puppets of the law.

The process of power improvement seems to be long, but in fact, it is a blink of an eye in the outside world, and the condensed purification priesthood echoes Heber's original priesthood.

The brilliance of the three godheads of youth, pouring wine, and purifying flowed, and the divine power gushing out made the blonde and purple-eyed girl god break through the limit of the third-class god in an instant and be promoted to the lower rank of the second-class god.

Don't look at the third-class god peak and the second-class god lower position seems to be only a line apart, but the gap can be said to be a world apart.

Promoted to the second rank god, when she looked at the swamp witch who was confronting her again, the benefits of power improvement were instantly reflected.

The swamp witch, who was still fighting with herself, fought back and forth, was simply vulnerable in Heber's eyes at the moment.

The speed is too slow, the strength is too small, the magic is too clumsy, and

all the flaws of the swamp witch are exposed in Heber's eyes.

This made Herberton feel bored, and this battle could no longer bring her any benefit.

There is no need to waste any more time.

The blonde maiden goddess waved the sword whip in her hand, the golden light was like a dragon and snake, the sword shadow was treacherous, and the sword qi that was unknown how many times sharper than before easily cut off the tentacle of the swamp witch Mandela's tentacle in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the sword whip was like a golden giant python, winding its body, irresistibly entangled the swamp witch, binding and tightening, not allowing the other party to have any chance to escape.

"Huh!" the

goddess snorted softly, the golden sword whip was radiant, and the sword qi contained endless purification divine power, which had irreversible damage to the abyss monsters.

"Ah!!!"

Sharp pain swept through the swamp witch's body.

After a few moments, her vision began to shift and her vision began to gradually blur.

Her head was cut off, and her body was shattered into countless pieces, scattered on the ground.

"Well done, congratulations to you, my sister, on becoming a second-class god. "

The purified divine power is not big, but it has a certain combat power, condensing this divine personality, and Heber now also has the divine power of the second-class lower rank.

"When you condense the healing priesthood, you should be able to reach the second-class median. "

Second class median ... This is not enough..." Although the promotion of divine power made Herb feel happy, it was far from his goal, if he wanted to have a certain say in the Olympian gods, he had to at least reach the first level of divine power, and even... Lord God Divine Power!"

"Not a day goes by to become a soldier of a general. Ares comforted Herb and said, "In the future, I will ask Father God for a few war-side priesthoods to give you, and it will not be difficult to promote to a first-class god at that time."

"Thank you, Ares. "The brother's love makes Heber's heart feel warm.

"Well, there are still several demon caves that need to be dealt with, but you can't waste time here and purify this area." Ares summoned his chariot and motioned for Herb to follow.

Herb stepped onto Ares's chariot, and the horses flapped their white wings and rose into the sky under the protection of the north wind.

With a wave of the goddess Jade hand, a huge white cloud was summoned, and their father and mother god were gods in charge of storms and thunder, and naturally had a certain control over the sky weather Heber.

With the promotion of Heber's divine power, Heber's companion artifact golden cup also became more brilliant and gorgeous.

Pouring the pure and clean divine spring into the white clouds, the clouds emitted a burst of brilliance, becoming thicker and heavier, and shining with silver light.

From time to time, a rain of holy light fell from the clouds, dripping into every corner of this polluted abyss swamp, purifying its filth and restoring its vitality.

An invisible force shrouded Heber's body, and the purifying godhead in his body seemed to grow a little in an instant.

Heber's heart moved, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

In the following days, the brothers and sisters were not idle, driving the chariot around to clear the monsters and purify the polluted land.

Under the continuous training of healing his brother and himself, Heber also successfully condensed the healing priesthood and ranked among the second-class divine powers.

The benefits of clearing the monsters were beyond Herb's imagination, and just like when he purified the swamp, Herb found that whenever he did something beneficial to the world such as purifying the earth, he would receive power blessings, a bit similar to the merit in Eastern myths and legends.

"Those who follow the heavens have great merit, those who have great merit, great powers, all evils are inviolable, and all calamities are invincible. "

Not long after the Titan War ended, the number of fallen gods was quite large, and the resentment after their deaths gave rise to a demon cave.

There are also the countless monster children of Typhon, the king of monsters, and Erkedena.

Hearing

the news, Herb was very excited, and pulled Ares to continue to wander the land tirelessly, staying on earth for forty years.

"Heber, we have been away from the sacred mountain for a long time, it is time to go back, and the remaining Warcraft will come and clean them up next time. "

Ares never expected that Herb was actually a battle maniac even crazier than himself, not only fighting Warcraft first, but also purifying the Demon Cave inside and out, up and down, a set of thoughtful services that made people cry.

"But... There are also several demon caves in the vicinity..."There are also many merits.

"My sister, I understand your determination to increase your strength, but if you can't control your power too fast, it's not necessarily a good thing.

Ares sighed, he would actually have a day to avoid the battle, and bitterly persuaded his sister, who already had a faint potential for a battle maniac, "What you need now is to familiarize yourself with the newly mastered priesthood and fight steadily."

"Well..." Despite reluctant to get the low-hanging fruit, Herb decided to follow his brother's advice, and Ares, the god of war, did have unique insights in strength and battle.

At this moment, a vulture flew in the sky, a relative of Ares, docked on Ares' broad shoulders, with its sharp beak close to his ear, whispering something.

Ares's expression became serious and irritable, and his dark red eyes burst with anger, and anyone could see that he was not in a good mood at the moment.

"Herb, let's go back to Olympus right away, something happened to the Mother Goddess. "