Chapter 464 Titan Monster
In fact, based on the jump of Hippomenes, the commander of the crusade against the beasts, and a series of previous mysteries, Lorne became suspicious of the King of Arcadia.
Coupled with the sudden fall of the royal city, the answer is already evident.
——Even if the King of Arcadia is not the mastermind, he is definitely inseparable from this disaster!
Although Lorne can decide the life and death of the King of Arcadia on his own, he is Atalanta's biological father after all.
In order to take into account the feelings of his student and avoid creating a gap between the two, Lorne chose to take her with him and tell her the truth she should know face to face.
And next, there is no need to stage this drama of father and daughter fighting each other. Let me, the teacher, do it for me.
Just as Lorne made up his mind and was about to step forward to deal with the out-of-control King of Arcadia, his shoulder was pressed heavily by a hand, and a low voice sounded in his ears. .
"Teacher, let me come!"
"He is your father..."
"I know."
Atalanta nodded, then took a deep breath and looked calmly at the twisted and bloated figure in the hall.
"But so what? As a father, he gave birth to me but did not raise me; as a monarch, he messed with the people but did not love them... No matter what capacity I face him in, I don't owe him anything!"
"So..."
"I will kill him myself!"
Atalanta stepped forward with the Sky Bow in hand and solemnly pondered.
“Since this disaster started with him, let it end with him here. To eliminate the beast disaster and send him a last journey with dignity, this is what I do as a daughter and an Arcadia That's the only thing people can do for him at this moment."
Hearing this, Lorne looked hesitant.
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t worry, I was taught by you and Lady Artemis, so I’m not that fragile.”
Atalanta patted her chest and showed a bright smile that was not affected much by the revelation of her identity.
Looking at his student's firm eyes, Lorne's heart, which had been holding up all the way, finally dropped steadily, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
If you want to find an ethical theme in the Greek Gods, then the "patricide complex" must have a place.
The gods split up Chaos, the god of chaos, and gave birth to the new life of the world; Cronus overthrew Uranus and established the order of the Titans, and Zeus overthrew Cronus and brought Olympus The glory of Sri Lanka...
In the world of Western mortals, "parricide" is a potential cultural rite of passage. Through "patriricide", individuals move towards independence and complete their own transformation. Of course, this "patriricide" not only refers to the physical killing of the father, but also refers to resistance to authority and order.
Lorne originally thought that Atalanta would be trapped in identity and was at a loss at this juncture, so he wanted to personally do it for his student and cut off the shackles on his body.
Unexpectedly, he underestimated his student.
This girl has grown up.
Although the King of Arcadia did not get a heroic son as he wished, he did have a daughter who surpassed many male heroes.
Lorne sighed with emotion and did not forget to leave some instructions before leaving.
"Then be careful. If something goes wrong, don't fight. Don't forget that there is me."
Atalanta nodded lightly and watched her teacher walk through the hall and walk to another place. battlefield.
At this moment, whether it was because of the obsession in his heart or the comments in his ears, the mutated King of Arcadia raised his muscled head and looked at Ah Ah on the field with his cloudy eyes. Taranta murmured.
"Daughter? Are you that bastard? You're not dead?"
"What? It's surprising? Me too..."
Atalanta sneered and shook her head, then looked at the so-called "father" on the ground and spoke seriously.
"Thank you for giving birth to me, but what I want to thank you even more for is that you abandoned me."
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"He is very good to me, and He is more qualified to be my 'father' than you are, and more worthy of my following."
Atalanta looked up at the figure rushing to another battlefield at the end of the palace, holding up the sky. The bow pointed the cold arrow at the tyrant on the ground, solemnly pondering.
"Come on! Don't let me delay too long, because I don't want him to fight alone in the front."
"Roar!"
The King of Arcadia, who has gradually lost his human outline, is furious He stood up and rushed towards the daughter who had brought him shame and unwillingness.
The battle between father and daughter, king and people, begins!
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At this moment, in front of the astrological stage.
Scarlet blood rained from the sky, and the red-black divine liquid that burned like magma poured into the royal city, continuously splitting into red-black hyphae-like lines, and eroded at a speed visible to the naked eye. And change the nature of this land, transforming it into [Underworld].
Countless rushing death energy and forcibly extracted spiritual light gathered into a giant dragon with a hundred heads in the sky, roaring and roaring continuously.
Above the eyes of the glittering star formation, the Hermetic and Eleusinian believers standing in it saw this situation, their faces showed obsessed and fanatical smiles, and their eyes gradually filled with Sluggish and awe-inspiring, as if he saw the king he wanted to serve.
How dark! How majestic! How invincible!
"God, arise!"
With their hearts shaken, each believer opened his arms like a puppet on a string, singing and cheering together, and dedicating everything he had to the Lord of the Abyss.
Bang bang bang bang!
Dozens of bodies disintegrated and shattered, turning into masses of blood mist, flowing back upward into the sky, dyeing the bright starlight into scarlet color.
In the center of the astrological platform, the figure bathed in blood and sacrifice raised his hands and grabbed the void, pulling the starlight and life spirit gathered in the sky into his body, raising his head and letting out a hearty laugh. .
"Immortal! Immortal!! I am immortal!!!"
"Whoosh!"
A bloody stream of light burst through the air, and a spear like a dead branch shot towards the figure's head. Face door.
Aware of the danger, two claws covered with red and black light scales immediately fought hard to fight.
With a sharp sound of gold and iron, the figure was blasted tens of meters away by the powerful impact of the gun.
The spear also whined and flew backwards, falling into a palm covered with light cracks.
"People don't look like humans, ghosts don't look like ghosts, what should I call you?"
Lorne walked out of the blood-colored rain curtain and looked at the half-human, half-dragon, with long hair all over his body. The humanoid monster with red and black light-like scales sneered.
"Hippomenes? Or Typhon?"
That Demon Ancestor was not a philanthropist. He even planned to devour his own children mercilessly in order to revive him. Not to mention the humans he regarded as ants.
So from the moment Hippomenes was corrupted by Typhon's divinity, he had no choice but to become the flesh and blood vessel for Typhon's descent.
At this time, the half-human, half-dragon monster heard this and showed disdain.
“I am one of the hundred heads. I can crush you ants on the ground without me using all my strength!”
“It’s not Typhon himself who comes here? That’s easy to handle. More..."
Before he finished speaking, the light wheel behind Lorn turned. Under the triple blessing of [Goat], [Flame], and [White Horse], his body shot forward like lightning, holding the Kingdom-Building Stone in his hand. The gun set off layers of blazing white flames.
The half-human, half-dragon incarnation of Typhon waved his claws, forming arcs of light that tore through the air. Rich and cold death energy surged in, trying to annihilate the incoming flaming spears.
For a time, light patterns flashed randomly, the marble square was shattered inch by inch, and the sound of tinkling gold and iron could be heard endlessly.
"Boom!"
After a hundred moves, there was a muffled thunderous explosion, the ground collapsed dozens of meters, and spider web-like cracks stretched for several kilometers.
As the smoke and dust dispersed, the battlefield where the two sides fought seemed like a devastated moon surface.
The half-human, half-dragon incarnation of Typhon had his head smashed into pieces, and his body was pierced through the chest by the nation-building spear, and was nailed to a broken stone pillar, shaking slightly like a sunny doll hanging on a tree.
Although he successfully killed his opponent, Lorne also felt uncomfortable.
A claw on his chest during the battle caused the clothes on his chest to be torn and blood to flow. Several broken sternums were exposed, and the squirming internal organs could almost be seen.
Taking a deep breath, Lorne reluctantly stuffed the exposed sternum back into his chest, stood up with difficulty, and looked faintly at the headless corpse in front of him.
At this time, countless red and black light streams containing majestic vitality poured out from the opponent's neck, constantly intertwined and blended, and outlined the original outline of the head at a speed visible to the naked eye.
【Philosopher's Stone】!
Lorne narrowed his eyes and immediately raised his hand to grab forward, activating the power of [Flame] and [White Horse]. In an instant, blazing white flames swept through Typhon's body, burning every inch of his skin and every strand of flesh.
But even so, the body that was charred and black, like a piece of charcoal, was still regenerating and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
At the same time, blood mist erupted one after another on the streets of the city, and dozens of Acadians fell unconscious on the ground and turned into flesh.
Lorne's heart sank and he couldn't help but stop controlling the power.
In the blink of an eye, the human-shaped charcoal on the stone pillar peeled off the black shell on the outside, revealing a body of white new flesh and blood, and even the exploded head returned to its original shape.
But it hurts! My whole body hurts!
As the flames from the gun barrel surge, the skin is burning, the bones are groaning, the blood is boiling, and the organs are trembling. Unprecedented pain floods into the mind like thousands of red-hot iron needles. , piercing into the skull, constantly provoking the nerves of Typhon's incarnation.
He suppressed the twitching of his body and looked at the opponent opposite him with a grin.
"Haha, you are indeed very strong, but this body contains the vitality of tens of thousands of people in the city. If you want to kill me, you must kill everyone in the city first!"
Lorne frowned, feeling troubled.
The old gods do not rely on human faith, and are also imprisoned at the bottom of Hades because of the dreams created by humans.
Therefore, they naturally have no scruples in taking action, and there is no need to be taboo about human life and death.
Typhon took advantage of this and refined the entire residents of the Royal City of Arcadia into his amulet. If the New God wanted to deal with him, if he cared about his faith, he would inevitably turn to a talisman.
This old guy is not only powerful but also smart. He is worthy of being the ancestor of all demons who even tricked Zeus.
At this time, the incarnation of Typhon noticed his opponent's hesitation, glanced at the light cracks almost covering his opponent's body, and his chest that had not fully healed for a long time, and taunted him.
"It seems that you may not be able to survive that time."
"You can try..."
Lorne stepped forward and rushed straight towards Typhon without any nonsense, as if he was planning to engage in a close combat.
At this moment, the incarnation of Typhon, who was nailed to the stone pillar, saw that the distance between the two sides shrank to within three steps. He suddenly raised his head, with a fierce look in his eyes, and raised his hand to pull out the nation-building spear that penetrated his chest. Throwing it behind him, he swung his claws fiercely at the figure that was close at hand.
Think you can defeat me if you get close? idiot!
However, the figure in front seemed to accelerate suddenly as expected. Before the incarnation of Typhon could succeed, the world was spinning for a while.
“Boom!”
As if in the middle of the crater where a meteorite struck, the Demon Ancestor's incarnation was struck miserably on the ground by a white fingered palm that tightly grasped his throat and vitals.
"The reaction is enough, but unfortunately this body still limits your performance."
"So what? Can you kill me?"
Di Fengjia disdainfully sneered, his eyes full of provocation.
Lorne smiled but did not answer. He grabbed the slender neck with his right hand, tightened it inch by inch, and chanted leisurely in his mouth.
"'Declaration
My company kills, my company lives.
What I hurt, I heal.
What I cannot overcome is the palm of my hand.
The one who has no way to escape is my gaze.
Entrust me, learn from me, obey me..."
With the sound of the chant like a ballad, it gathered into a milky white stream of light, pouring into the body of Typhon's incarnation, bringing it with it. He felt an indescribable burning sensation.
He inexplicably felt that countless red and black light streams trapped in his body were stirring uncontrollably.
" What did you do? ”
“Of course I pray and bless you...”
Lorne spoke leisurely, the smile on his face getting brighter.
Be a god, drive the people, guide the way forward, be a shepherd.
Being a god, maintaining order, and killing madmen, you should be a lawyer.
The images of gods are often multi-faceted.
In addition to fighting, praying and comforting souls are also his old profession.
Under the gentle and timeless song, the incarnation of Typhon huddled up in the crater, sweating all over his body, his body twitching constantly, his chaotic consciousness becoming more and more chaotic, and his overwhelmed body was heading towards the edge of collapse.
How could this happen?
Incredible thoughts emerged in my mind, and the painful struggle became more intense.
"At the moment of rest, I have not forgotten my songs, my prayers, and myself..."
In the chaos, ethereal and holy chants can be heard in my ears, just like the singing of the muses.
"With my lightness, remove all burdens..."
With an unreal feeling of detachment, countless complex sounds and consciousnesses drifted out from Typhon's incarnation body, and each restless and frightened soul seemed to be traveling through the darkness. , rising in the endless light, and finally immersed in the pure white holy spring, completing the baptism of life.
Warmth, comfort...
They felt in a daze that the shackles of darkness no longer existed, and their confused souls were guided.
All pain and all burdens are wrapped and dissolved by this light and warmth...
In the darkness, they seemed to see soft elves of light dancing around themselves in the shadow of the breeze-swaying woods. The saint walking on the grass gently held their arms and hummed the song. The syllables, like a lullaby, led them through the valley of the shadow of death and into the eternal paradise.
We seem to have seen the shepherd and the Lord...
Lord, please have mercy!
The lambs gather at the shepherd's feet, crying out for help.
Feeling that countless consciousnesses were about to burst out of the body, Typhon's face was full of disbelief.
How is that possible? How could he have such powerful soul command power?
Glancing upward from the corner of his eye, Typhon's avatar saw the black skull mark emerging on the back of Lorne's hand and cursed angrily.
Mark of the Dead! Damn Hades!
At this time, Lorne looked at the incarnation of Typhon that had been wrapped in the milky white light stream, and sang the final words of the announcement unhurriedly.
“Eternal destiny comes from birth and is given by death.
Because of your sins, I am anointed and sealed.
Forgiveness is in the present moment, and I will bear the burden of my life.
——I will pity this mourning soul! "
The aftertaste of the divine words echoed in the ears of Typhon's incarnation. The vast ocean of pure white light melted and decomposed the "immortal" body inch by inch. Countless souls trapped in it were guided by the light. Next, flow back to the city.
“You can’t change anything! We can't even save these ants! I will come back and lead the beasts to kill and eat all your sheep! ”
Tsutsumi's heart roared unwillingly, but as the container disintegrated, his consciousness could only be washed away by light and sent back to the boundless darkness of Hades.
Looking at the embers blowing in the wind on the ground, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the nation-building gun beside him, slowly climbed onto the broken astrological platform, and looked towards the city.
At this time, as Typhon was suppressed again, the bloody rain had disappeared, and all the visions no longer existed.
The fiery morning sun rises slowly, and the dim light of the morning rays pierces the night and shines on the earth.
The city that was originally immersed in darkness wakes up from its swaddling clothes like a crying baby. .
"Wow~~"
A baby's loud cry came from a cradle on the street. After death, life is still tenacious and blooming.
One by one, figures climbed up from the ground as if waking up from a dream, looking around with confusion and joy.
Lorne witnessed everything in front of him with a smile on his face.
“It is so pleasant, praise, this joyful life——!”
In the murmur, the majestic god fell from the high platform, and a figure as fast as a civet flew over, hugging the earthly shepherd and the father of mankind tightly.
(End of this chapter)