The World of Deities

The Plato Academy in the early morning was quieter than yesterday.

Nedern walked into the classroom, looked at the last row, his eyes trembled slightly.

In the last row, there were seven students.

And now, there are only three people left.

Hult, Jimmy, Albert.

Niedern scanned the class and said, "Yesterday evening, Su Ye has left the port safely."

The students breathed a long sigh of relief.

"However, just this morning, God of War issued a new order, suspecting that Su Ye was suspected of killing a nobleman in Huihe Town and arrested him on a new charge. Not surprisingly, the city guards have already launched an arrest operation."

Many students clenched their fists, full of anger.

"By the way, Classmate Palos took leave today. Okay, let's start this class..."

While speaking, Niederen looked out the window, looking in the direction of the God of War Mountain.

The Mount of Mars is a hill smaller than the Acropolis in the city of Athens. Surrounded by houses under the mountain, it is a subordinate institution of the Mount of Mars, which manages everything in the city of Athens.

Diagonally across from the God of War Mountain, the spacious city guards camp stands tall.

The figure of a slender girl walked forward, holding a golden Pan Dion family token, unimpeded all the way, from the gate to the city guard hall.

The generals of the city guards sat in the hall, turning their heads in surprise to look at a girl in red leather armor.

Before the generals could speak, Palos threw the golden token in her hand to the door of the hall.

"I, Palos, the daughter of Lutos of the Pandian family, ask you to do me a favor. I stay here until the sun rises tomorrow. If anyone leaves, I can't do anything now, but I always cross the golden Medo Sha’s people, I will write them down one by one, and they will be imprinted in my soul, because you will be my enemy. Once I am promoted to gold, I will slay my enemies and never die!"

Palos put her right fist on her left chest, bowed her head slightly, and made a military salute.

After speaking, Palos turned and left.

The generals in the hall looked at the girl's back and whispered.

Palos returned to the Pandion family, stood at the gate, and looked inside quietly.

The door of Pan Dion's house is hollowed out and carved from a whole piece of white marble, and various magical creatures, monsters or giants are carved on the door frame.

All are prey of the Pan Dion family.

The above is already full.

Palos stood in front of the gate, dressed in red leather armor, like a red rose in full bloom.

A tall young man came from the yard.

This young man's clothes are different from ordinary Greeks. His upper body is wearing black leather armor, but the leather armor only covers the chest and abdomen, revealing his toned eight-pack abdominal muscles, neatly arranged symmetrically, like a master sculptor Carve by yourself.

The mermaid lines on both sides of the abdominal muscles are as clear as if they were split with an axe, especially distinct.

On the legs are seven black leather shorts.

Perhaps because of the black leather armor, his light copper-colored skin is particularly eye-catching, and the surface is even glowing with shiny gold.

He obviously had bare feet like most Greeks, but there was no trace of dust on his feet, as if they had just been washed.

On the left side of his body, a strange sword hovered, following him.

The scabbard of the sword was very wide, and it looked very much like an Egyptian coffin. On the surface of the yellow coffin, there was a sculpture of Death holding a sickle in his cloak.

The hilt is made up of three twisted bones, and the sword is a circular white bone spur, no more, no more, a total of eighteen.

The young man had dark curly hair, a little blue light reflected in his black eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips with very pale blood, and his appearance was a little similar to Palos.

Unlike Palos, who always looks serious, there is always a smile at the corner of the young man's mouth, and there is always an unpredictable evil floating in his eyebrows.

The cynicism in his smile makes it impossible to even tell whether he is laughing or mocking.

The young man stopped on the stone road in the courtyard and looked at Palos at the door.

Palos' eyes seemed to reflect sunny days.

"My dear sister, what are you doing?" Sisyphus gave a faint smile, as every brother looks at his younger siblings, his tone is full of kindness, but there is always a little bit of disgust in his eyes.

"Please stay at home until the sun rises again." Palos's tender and sweet voice sounded in the yard.

"No problem, as long as you tell me the reason, you can wait until the sun rises from the west." Sisyphus didn't care.

"You know the reason." Palos scowled and looked at this elder brother who rarely touched.

Sisyphus tilted his head slightly, looked at the clear sky in the morning, thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "It seems to be for Su Ye? It is rumored that he is your lover and a strong competitor for my future brother-in-law. Is it true? of?"

Palos resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "Fake."

"Then who is she from yours?" Sisyphus's smile was thicker, and the evil in his eyebrows was more intense.

"My friend, my classmate, my deskmate, my savior." Palos said.

"You can't die, and you have repaid." Sisyphus smiled.

"You can't die, you don't need me to repay, but you will always be my brother." Palos's tone was particularly cold.

"Do you like him?" Sisyphus looked at his sister playfully with interest.

Palos thought for a while, and said: "I like what he said, like what he said, like what he did."

"So, you like him." Sisyphus whistled frivolously.

"Of course. People I don't like will not become my friends, such as you." Palos said.

"Dear sister, you always hurt my heart. Well, I probably understand that you like him more than friends, but you haven't reached a lover, right?" Sisyphus asked with a smile.

"Not wrong."

Sisyphus shrugged and said, "I'm sorry. If he is your lover, my brother, I will help anyway. However, since he is not your lover, then I have to execute the God of War Order, go and arrest. But don't worry, he is your friend after all, and I will treat him kindly."

"Don't force me." Palos held the gold Medusa necklace in her right hand, staring at Sisyphus like an angry kitten.

"Why, it's time to forget the failure of the study?" Sisyphus still smiled.

"You can't leave here."

"I'm going to the city guard."

Palos jerked off the gold Medusa necklace.

Boom...

The necklace separated and turned into a ball of golden flames, which spread rapidly in her hands. In the blink of an eye, the golden flames condensed into a golden spear and sword.

Above the sword, there is a red blood trough, a bright blue god pattern, and a frosty white blade.

On the handle of the gun, liquid gold flows in densely packed bright blue god patterns.

Palos' body slowly turned from white to bronze.

"Bronze? Yes. It seems that time has made you forget the past pain. I will give you another chance to put down the victory spear and sword. You know, once my hidden coffin sword is revealed, it will not kill anyone or return it. Sisyphus smiled.

Palos held the victory spear and sword in both hands and pointed at Sisyphus.

Sisyphus shook his head helplessly and said, "Then don't blame me."

After Sisyphus finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and scratched the laurel tree on the right. A branch with green leaves broke off and flew into his hand.

He flicked the branch in his hand, leaves and branches scattered, leaving a straight bare branch.The golden divine power is like flowing water, covering the whole branch.

"It's been a long time since you and I discussed it. I really miss it." Sisyphus walked forward with a branch in his hand, the hidden coffin sword suspended on his left side.

Palos stabbed with a gun and sword.

Her eyes were focused, her feet were steady, her spears and swords were swift, there was no extra movement or omission.

"It's too slow." Sisyphus gently turned sideways with a smile, dodges the victory spear, waved a branch, and drew it heavily on Palos's left shoulder.

Snapped……

The leather armor split, and the divine power of the sanctuary cut through like a sharp blade.

The skin was cracked and blood spilled.

Palos took a half step back, silently, and stabbed again.

Snapped……

Sisyphus was intact, and a clear bloodstain appeared on Palos' left arm.

Palos gritted her teeth, as if she couldn't feel the pain, and kept attacking.

With his powerful sanctuary power, Sisyphus can always dodge attacks and can always attack Palos with branches.

Slowly, Palos got more and more scars, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in blood.

Sisyphus took a step back, still with a faint smile on his face.

"Pandion's blood should not be wasted here."

Palos pierced out again, as if she hadn't heard it.

Sisyphus, as before, gently turned sideways, waving the branch towards Palos' upper arm.

However, the surface of the Victory Spears and Swords suddenly flashed with cash and light, and suddenly turned back, slashing towards Sisyphus.

"You have been preparing for this trick!"

Sisyphus immediately realized that the branch changed direction and drew towards the blade of the victory spear.

The branches broke silently, and the victory spear wrapped in golden flames slashed towards Sisyphus's arm.

The moment the Victory Spear and Sword cut through his skin, a sharp sound of the sword sounded and the hidden coffin sword came out of its sheath.

The white bone is the handle, and the black inflammation is the sword.

The sword body is pitch black, and the flame on the sword body is pitch black.

Sisyphus held a burning black sword to block the victory spear.

The skin that was brushed by the victory spear and sword suddenly cracked and blood splashed.

"You shouldn't force me to draw a sword." Sisyphus suddenly changed his expression, the insignificant blue in his eyes disappeared, and a touch of blood appeared in his dark eyes.

He stepped forward abruptly and swung his sword down.

Palos fought with victory.

Keng...

The swords and blades struck each other with a crisp sound.

Palos turned pale and took two steps back.

Sisyphus swung the sword again, and Palos resisted with a victory spear and sword, taking another step back.

Sisyphus kept throwing swords, Palos kept resisting.

The offense and defense of the two were getting faster and faster, and faster and faster, and finally Sisyphus seemed to wave a black cloud against Palos, and Palos seemed to dance a ball of golden light against the black cloud.

At first, it was Palo who attacked with the Victory Spear, but slowly, the Victory Spear took her out.

The two swords mingled and dinged together endlessly.

Palos kept retreating, exiting Pan Dion's house, and retreating on the avenue.

The wind was flying around the two people, and the dust was scattered.

Under the feet of the two people, the ground continued to collapse.

Suddenly, Sisyphus put away the sword shadow in the sky, changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands, and slashed out.

Palos used all her strength to swing the victory spear and sword to resist.

boom……

She flew out all over, and fell heavily seven or eight meters away.

"Give up." The smile on Sisyphus's face became weaker and colder.