Type-Moon, a human love simulator

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Pallas thought that when Surren came back, she would at most be holding a brazier blessed by Hestia, but she never expected that Hestia herself would follow!

Looking at the petite and cute figure behind Suerlun, Pallas couldn't help but widen his eyes...

Hestia, you are amazing!

Haven’t you been missing for hundreds of years?

Aren’t you going to give up your seat on the Twelve Gods?

Why can Suerlun invite you...

Even Zeus might not be able to invite Hestia, but Surun can. Surun has more face than Zeus!

When she saw Athena, Hestia was about to speak: "Ya——"

But Pallas spoke first: "I am Pallas, priest of the goddess Athena. Nice to meet you, honorable goddess Hestia."

what?

Hestia looked confused, but she was also a smart goddess, and she immediately understood that Athena did not want to reveal her identity, so she just nodded slightly, using the attitude of a god to a mortal, and did not reveal Athena's intention.

"So it was Athena's suggestion. I agreed."

The moment she saw Athena, Hestia felt relieved. She originally thought that this was someone with bad intentions trying to fool Suren, but she didn't expect it to be a suggestion from Athena herself.

Since it is the work of the 'Mother of Heroes', then we can rest assured. Athena loves hero training the most, so it is normal for her to want to help Surlun.

"Hestia, I told you before that Goddess Athena agreed, right?"

Suer Lun said briskly, "Now you can lend me the Skyfire with confidence, right?"

Hestia...

The goddess Athena...

Athena captured these two key words sensitively and accurately, and couldn't help but frowning slightly. Although it was just a simple name, it could already explain a lot of things.

"But... don't worry."

Athena lowered her eyes and kept this matter in mind, but the most urgent task at this moment was to strengthen her body.

With the help of Hestia, the goddess of holy fire, body building is naturally a very simple matter.

only--

Just as Hestia said, Surlun needs to bear the pain of having his body tempered by heavenly fire and his soul burned.

Athena grabbed Surren's hand and placed it on the skyfire. In an instant, Surren felt the pain that penetrated deep into his bones.

The mortal's flesh turned to ashes in an instant, and in the first second of contact, Suren's hand was burned into nothingness, and then Athena was seen quickly applying the divine ointment, and his hand grew back.

The feeling of regrowth of flesh, blood, and bone marrow was also very unpleasant. Not only was it numb and itchy, but at the moment when the nerves were connected, I experienced the sharp pain again.

But he remained calm and just smiled and said, "To be honest, it hurts. Can we hurry up?"

Hestia reminded him, "Sullun, once you start forging your body with the Heavenly Fire, you cannot stop. Otherwise, all your efforts will be wasted, and the parts you have forged will degenerate into a mortal body."

"That's why we have to hurry. After all, Pallas is right. An invulnerable body is quite useful for a stable life!"

Suren gritted his teeth and watched helplessly as his body was turned into ashes by the burning of heavenly fire under the control of Hestia, and then the divine ointment applied by Pallas gave him the ability to grow new limbs and skin.

Even though Athena was there to apply divine ointment to Suren and keep him alive, he could not escape the pain of being burned to death bit by bit by the heavenly fire.

Although she felt very sorry for Surlun, Hestia did not dare to speed up the speed of the Heavenly Fire Body Tempering. She had to maintain the proper rhythm and burn every part of Surlun from head to toe into nothingness.

Unlike Hestia's heartache, Athena admired Suren's strong will very much.

"My young man, this is the inevitable path you will take to become a hero."

"I don't feel sad for you. On the contrary, I am happy for your choice."

Athena watched Surlun endure the pain of being tempered by the heavenly fire, and she admired this beautiful young man more and more, and became more convinced that such a hero should belong to her, Athena!

What Athena admired most was Suren's strong will. Even though he had to endure the cruel burning that even the gods could not endure, he still maintained the demeanor of a good person and did not roll on the ground or scream in pain.

Rather, it is more beautiful.

Even in the burning of heavenly fire, Suren could still reveal a smile that would move even the gods.

The beauty, strength and tragedy of the characters are vividly portrayed. Who can resist this God-given beauty?

Seeing that smile flickering in the firelight, Athena had the same thought as Artemis for the first time.

This smile, this unique smile, should belong to her only!

Hestia looked at Suren with a worried look on her face. Although her tone was soft and she appeared to be socially anxious and introverted, she was surprisingly reliable and meticulous in her work. Although it was her first time to use heavenly fire to forge a person's body, she was still methodical.

As expected of the goddess, her outer appearance and inner character mean absolutely nothing!

Athena's cooperation was equally seamless. Wherever there was burning, she would immediately apply the divine ointment to burn out all the mortal impurities and leave behind the foundation of immortality.

In this way, Hestia lit the celestial fire, Athena anointed the god, and the two great goddesses served Suren alone...

No one in the whole of Greece has ever enjoyed this level of treatment.

Suerlun's soul was on the verge of breaking. This was a pain that exceeded the limits of human pain. So far, no hero of pure human blood could endure this pain.

Under normal circumstances, he would have already returned to the underworld and met Hades.

But the divine ointment applied by Athena kept his soul in this tormented body and kept him awake.

Suerlun could even beg for mercy, resist, and yell now...

Although the Heavenly Fire Body Tempering Ceremony is good, it has a flaw, which is that it will inevitably fail if it is discovered by someone.

In other words, the root of immortality itself is not that easy to obtain. There is no power in the world that can be obtained without paying a price.

As long as Surlen made a loud enough noise to attract outsiders to interrupt the ceremony, he would not have to endure this pain.

but--

Surlun remained awake, his mind was extremely clear at this moment. He thought of Heel and Mophon. In Greek mythology, both of them had experienced the ritual of heavenly fire body forging, and both failed.

The former was discovered by Peleus, the father of Achilles, and the latter by Metaneira, the mother of Molphon.

But the difference is that although Achilles failed in body building, his biological mother Thetis quickly found a way to replace him and gave Achilles invulnerability.

However, Demeter was disappointed by Morphon's performance and he turned into ashes in the heavenly fire.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 108 Suerlun, who do you think I am?

Tempering the body with heavenly fire is a very delicate job. The speed of applying the divine ointment must be fast. Once the concentration is distracted, the fragile body of a mortal will turn into ashes in the heavenly fire.

Suren believed that even if the ritual was discovered by outsiders, Hestia would still be able to save him, but that was too lame, as he had clearly asked to borrow the Heavenly Fire to forge his body, and Hestia had also told him about the dangers and flaws of the Heavenly Fire.

Suerlun still insisted on doing so...

Well, people must always be responsible for their own choices.

You have to keep going on the path you have chosen.

"It's OK, but it's not as good as sword forging..."

When he was forging the sword, even his soul was broken and he gave everything for it. Now he is still alive, isn't that a blessing?

Suerlun clenched his teeth tightly. He was really afraid that he would scream as soon as he opened his mouth, so he simply kept silent. When the heavenly fire burned his chin, Suerlun realized that all his teeth were broken.

Without the will to save the world, without sufficient ambition and desire to move forward, what is the difference between a saint named "Kailar" and a mortal named "Suerlun"?

Suerlun has not yet found his own...heart.

With, desire.

The human body is so weak.

As if he had sensed what Surlun was thinking, Pallas said gently: "Surlun, don't worry anymore, it will be fine soon, you are already great, take a rest..."

The next moment, Suerlun felt his brain burning, as if his brains were roasted. Before he passed out, his last thought was: "Is the head I grew still my head?"

Compared to the Ship of Theseus, I feel that the Head of Surren fits this paradox better.

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“…A strange ceiling.”

Suerlun woke up slowly, and soon he came to his senses and remembered that he should have been practicing Heavenly Fire Body Tempering before he fell into a coma.

Even though he was unconscious, the style here doesn't seem like the underworld, so it must have been successful, right?

Surlun looked down and found that the wild leather armor on his body was no longer there. Instead, he was wearing a gorgeous and delicate robe with no visible stitching.

"This skill is ten or even nine times better than Cynthia's!"

Surlun sighed. He originally thought that Cynthia's craftsmanship was very good, as she could sew those scraps of animal skins into exquisite leather armors of different styles.

But when I really met a textile master, I realized that Cynthia was just at the entry level, and Pallas's craftsmanship was the real top Greek craftsmanship.

"That's right. After all, he is a believer of Athena, the goddess of textiles and handicrafts. It's normal for him to have this skill."

Suerlun had no doubts, but he felt something was wrong when he saw the gold pin on his collar, and couldn't help but reach out and take it off.

Ha Ren, the toga with a gold brooch is a symbol of the honor of a god. Who is this little trash to dare be treated like a god?

What if some petty-minded god finds out?

Suren had just taken off the gold pin and had no time to think about it when Pallas walked in.

Suren looked back and saw that Pallas was the only one there.

Pallas smiled, squinted his eyes and asked: "Beautiful Suerlun, are you looking for Hestia?"

"Of course!" Suerlun looked at Pallas frankly and said, "Sister Pallas, of course I want to meet Hestia, because I want to express my gratitude to her in person."

"Oh?"

Pallas smiled like a kitten, tilted her head, and said in a tone that sounded casual but full of traps: "What about me? Don't you think I am the one who helps you the most?"

"Forehead……"

Suerlun's scalp tingled. These women, whether they were older or younger, were so difficult to deal with.

So Suerlun made up his mind, looked straight at Pallas, and said with a slightly sad and foul expression: "Sister Pallas...with the relationship between us, do we still need to say thank you?"

Too green tea!

Suren muttered to himself.

It’s not that he doesn’t know what he is doing, it’s just that this is a strategy, a great strategy that makes good use of his own advantages!

But Surlun had no choice. If he fell into Pallas's self-proving trap, he didn't know how long it would take, and how long he would have to argue with Pallas over the question of who to thank and who to thank first.

If he were to fall into a disadvantageous position, there was no telling how this seemingly lively and cute girl would use language traps to torment him!

As early as when he was three years old, Suer Lun understood that even a girl as innocent as Cynthia, who could be seen through at a glance, had her own little thoughts and would tease him at every turn, not to mention the black-bellied girl in front of him who looked pink and black.

These bad women who are greedy for his body must be guarded against!

Suren had no choice but to find another way and launch a direct counterattack.

Sure enough, the counterattack strategy was undoubtedly a great success. Pallas was directly fascinated by Surlen's tea art. However, she was the goddess of wisdom after all. After Pallas realized that she was at a disadvantage, she decisively changed the subject.

"Hestia has left."

Pallas turned his head away, not looking at the offending beauty, and said calmly: "When you rebuilt your immortal body, Hestia had already returned to her nest."

"I don't have the face you have to let Hestia, who has not been in the human world for hundreds of years, speak up for you."

Pallas' tone was calm, but for some reason there was a twisted meaning in it: "So, if you want to thank your Hestia, you have to condescend and go to the Temple of the God of the Hearth in person."

"Forget it then. We'll talk about it next time we meet again!"

Suren stretched lazily. He did want to thank Hestia at first, but he had just said that they were good friends and it would be hurtful to say thank you. Why did he turn around and go to Hestia to say a bunch of words of gratitude?

How could the head goddess not need your thanks?

Hestia must have heard what he and Pallas said here, and now she felt uncomfortable going over to him.

This Pallas is really bad. Every word he says is a trap for himself. However, Suerlun's transparent mind did not feel the slightest malice from Pallas. It seemed that she was not targeting Suerlun at all and setting a trap for him...

But, for some reason, Suren always felt that Pallas seemed to intentionally want to isolate his interpersonal relationships, and it would be best if his relationships with all the goddesses and priests became dull and ordinary.

Just have a good relationship with her...