Until the day when he went to pick up the black poplar, the siren did not completely lose his anger, Dio knew that he was self-defeating, but even if the castle was moved back, this beach would not be able to change back to its original appearance, Dio originally felt nothing, and proposed to let the black poplar live in Peroka and cut down a clearing for him, the siren listened and tactfully reminded him: "The black poplar tree is a sacred tree in the underworld." ”

"How ...... the Sacred Tree of the Underworld," Dior stopped talking.

The Sacred Tree of the Underworld has its own spiritual sense, and the weapons they create can even damage the gods, in other words, this is a very aggressive tree species, and there will be no more plants to survive where they take root, plus the black poplar tree has a huge root system, if the black poplar tree is really allowed to take root in Peroka, it is estimated that half of the Peroka will disappear.

Dio then understood why the sirens were so angry, indeed, only this shallow beach was the most suitable for black poplars, and the vast expanse of the sea and the sandy beaches were already very few, and the destruction could be minimized.

Dio was silent, he looked at the siren Tieqing's face, and said, "Why don't you send him to the desert?" ”

……

As a result, the black poplar did not go to the desert either, and the siren decided to take him out first, and as for where to live, let's talk......

Back in the dark forest, but this time the siren was flying in the sky, but the cold on the ground still invaded the siren's body, the siren flinched, and Dio took the siren's hand, and the warm feeling came from the palm of his hand, and it seemed that it was not so cold.

The siren smiled at Dior, and the two landed at the gate of the underworld, and Dior hugged the siren in his arms and warmed her with his own body heat. The siren was only basking in the happiness of being cared for, and did not notice a flash of darkness in Dio's eyes.

The siren's body is still not good, the cold of the underworld is not painful for the gods, there is a feeling, but the feeling is not so strong, looking at the siren's appearance, she is very afraid of this cold, although there are some psychological factors, but the most important thing is that the siren's body is too weak.

The golden apple can restore her divine power, but it can't restore her soul, maybe it can be repaired little by little with time, maybe it will never be repaired.

God is not omnipotent, except for waiting patiently and taking care of it, Dio can't think of any way to help the siren, the feeling of impotence appears again, Dio frowned unconsciously.

His eyes rolled, and the siren was looking at him without blinking, and Dio put away his messy thoughts and smiled at her: "What's wrong?" ”

The siren hooked the corners of his lips, as if greedy for his warmth, and hugged Dio's waist tightly, "It's nothing, it's good that you're by my side." ”

Looking at the top of the siren's head, Dio would smile too. What if the sirens are always crippled? As long as she's by her side, it's fine.

Thinking like this, Dio stroked the siren's hair, raised his eyes, just in time to see Charon looking at him vigilantly, Dio hooked half of the corners of his lips and smiled at him, obviously, Charon's whole body stiffened, and the penny on his hand was also stuck in place, not daring to move forward.

"I didn't see it clearly when I came last time, but it turned out that this boatman was bearded."

Siren raised his head and glanced at Charon, whose face was dark, and it seemed that he also heard it, and Siren laughed, "Charon's most obvious feature is his beard, don't you remember?" ”

Dio shook his head honestly, "I don't remember, I just wanted to find someone at the time, and I didn't look at anything else, so I didn't remember." ”

The siren's smile froze on her face, and she pursed her lips in a low voice: "I'm sorry." ”

Dio didn't answer, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth betrayed his mood at this time. The siren felt guilty about him, and he was happy, and although it was a bit mean, sometimes guilt could make a person's heart stronger and make her unbearable to leave.

Wu thought to himself, suddenly, a shadow sprang out of the gate of the underworld, and before he could see clearly, the shadow hung on the siren.

"You haven't even come to see me! I'm going to ignore you anymore! ”

The siren looked at the child in front of him in a daze, with black hair and black eyes, dark skin, facial features and siren are somewhat similar, the figure has just reached the siren's waist, and at this time she is holding the siren's leg with both hands and feet, if it weren't for Dior supporting her, she would have fallen down long ago.

The child looked at her accusingly, and the siren blinked, "Black poplar? ”

Black Poplar snorted and turned his head away from her.

The siren's expression immediately changed to surprise, "How did you become human?" And it looks like me, is it you who become? ”

The black poplar wanted to say yes, but he couldn't lie, he could only honestly say, "No, it was Persephone who created the illusion for me." ”

The siren grinned, pulled the black poplar from his lap, and took his left hand, "That's really thanks to her." As he spoke, he looked into the gate, and there was no other figure except Charon, and the siren was wondering, and the black poplar said with disgust: "Don't look, she is busy repairing relations with Hades, how can she have time to come to see you." ”

The siren was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and laughed, "That's right, let's go back." ”

Black Poplar turned his head and saw the man next to the siren, and finally asked, "Who is he?" "The figure of the god of wine flashed by back then, so the black poplar tree did not remember the appearance of the god of wine.

Bacchus glanced at the little dot, then looked ahead, clearly ignoring him. The siren thought for a moment and gave a suitable answer: "My love, we will raise you together in the future." ”

The black poplar looked at Dio with disgust, Dio didn't even want to give him a look, Siren was silent, take your time.

Back in the shallows, the siren was worried, the current black poplar was just an illusion, if he changed back to his original form, he still needed a piece of land for him to take root, and was thinking hard, the black poplar stepped on the sand on the ground, "What kind of soil is this?" Why is it so hard. ”

"It's sand."

Dio replied expressionlessly, and the black poplar pouted, and jumped several times in the place where he had just stepped on, and then withdrew the illusion, and the huge roots of the tree instantly plunged into the sand, stretching down I don't know how deep.

The siren was shocked and hurriedly stopped: "No! It's too small here! ”

Before he finished speaking, the black poplar tree had already taken root, and the siren looked at him in disbelief, and his voice changed tone: "Why, how did you become like this?!" ”

Only one root was stuck straight into the sand, and there were traces of hard breaking above, sharp pieces of wood exposed in the air, and the milky white heart of the tree was uneven.

After waiting for a while, the black poplar replied: "If the whole of me leaves the underworld, the underworld will be turned on its back, and I don't want to be punished by Hades, so I only attach it to a taproot, and the rest remains in the underworld, and when I become strong, I will bring out the whole self." ”

Siren was stunned, indeed, the roots of the black poplar tree are all over the underworld, if he leaves, it must be a big commotion, he actually forgot about such an important matter, fortunately, the black poplar tree is careful.

Merely...... It looks strange like this, only bare roots.

The siren looked back at Bacchus, who had been silent, "Is there anything that can heal him?" ”

The siren looked at himself with a blank eye, and even if he didn't want to, Dio turned silently and went back to get the leaf wine he had made from golden apple leaves, and the siren smiled gratefully, then turned his head and looked at the bare black poplar tree.

Touching the part with the thorn, the tingling sensation spread to the body, the siren hurriedly reached back, a drop of blood oozed out, and the siren couldn't help frowning.

Ordinary weapons can't hurt the god body, but the black poplar tree is different, so just a light touch, the siren's hand is injured, but it is only such a small wound, the siren doesn't care, watching the already small wound slowly merge, the siren hangs his hand, waiting for Dior to come back.

Beads of blood descended down his fingertips onto the sand, and almost instantly, he was sucked deep into the earth, as if it had never been seen before. Beads of blood seeped into the earth and emitted a small glow, but in the light of the sun, the light flashed and disappeared, and no one noticed it.

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When Prometheus came, Zeus was holding a large turtle.

Prometheus coughed twice, and Zeus turned his gaze to him, only glanced at it, and then looked at the big turtle, and said, "She will wake up in three days, if you don't feel at ease, go and see." ”

Prometheus was silent, then said, "I'm not here for this. ”

Zeus finally put down the turtle in his hand and finally looked at him, "What's that?" ”

"I was wondering if you could release my brother."

Zeus remembered who Prometheus' younger brother was, squinted and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because in the future, you will need him."

Zeus lowered his eyes slightly, and he didn't know how many things were hidden in his blood-golden eyes, and after a long time, he finally replied: "If I let him go, who will support the heavens?" ”

Prometheus waited for him to ask this, and with a slightly scowling smile, he said, "Your son, Hercules." ”

Prometheus's younger brother Atlas is the god of optimism, and after the battle of the Titan, he was punished to support the heavens and the earth with his shoulders, Hercules is the god of Hercules, and the power of the Titans is his talent, if he is allowed to replace Atlas, there is indeed nothing wrong with it.

Zeus was not upset when he heard this answer, but just asked lightly: "What Atlas can help me do, Hercules can also do, why should I let your brother go, but let my son suffer?" ”

"I don't remember how much that man trusted Hercules."

Zeus's gaze immediately became fierce, and Prometheus met it calmly, there was no affection between them, it was just a common interest that bound them together, in fact, they hated to tear each other apart.

But Prometheus was right, Zeus needed Atlas.

Zeus's deep voice sounded, and Prometheus secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll let my son take his place, and as for Atlas, you'd better keep an eye on him."

Prometheus smiled, "No problem," and then, he glanced at the big turtle that had been watching them, if memory serves, it should be Zeno, a sea relic, and after thinking about it, he still asked, "What did you see?" ”

Zeus raised his eyes and smiled contemptuously, "Blood falls to the earth, and the war is about to begin." ”