Prometheus couldn't laugh when he saw Zeus's expression, why are the new generation of gods more bloodthirsty than the other, not to mention the god of war, the god of the sea, the god of the sun, and the god of wine, which are known for their cruelty, and now in Olympus, eight out of ten gods have belligerent genes, especially Zeus.

During the Battle of Troy, he frequently intervened in the war, always supporting the other side when one side was about to lose, and others speculated that Zeus was for Achilles or for some god, and they never seemed to think in the other direction, Zeus was a fanatical warmonger at heart.

Zeus has been participating in wars almost since he was born, and now he has just been peaceful for a few years, and he is going to organize wars again, and this time on a scale that even Prometheus could not imagine.

Obviously, he had long been aware of Kronos's intentions, but he never stopped it, and even let it develop, this time it was a war of gods, and blood flowed thousands of miles at every turn, Zeus was a god, and he was simply an out-and-out demon.

Prometheus pursed the corners of his lips, Zeus knew what he was thinking at a glance, sneered, although he didn't want to explain, but in order to have less trouble in the future, he still said: "Don't think I'm so dirty, Prometheus, when the vulture eats your liver, does it also eat your IQ?" Such a simple truth, do you want me to sue you? ”

Prometheus didn't know what was going on, and Zeus looked at him with more and more disdain, "Do you think Odysseus's restoration of your freedom was accidental or lucky?" No, this is a beginning, starting with you, the ancient gods will slowly regain their freedom, this is something that no one can stop, and I can't, all I can do now is to be fully prepared. ”

Zeus is right, the gods are not eternal, sooner or later, Zeus will also be overthrown, but no matter who is overthrown, it can't be the former Titans, if Kronos regains the position of god king, the current gods will definitely be frantically retaliated, and the end will be much worse than Tartarus.

Zeus, seeing that he understood, did not say any more, turned to leave, Prometheus remembered something else, and asked his back: "What about the sirens?" ”

Zeus paused, turned his head, and looked at him strangely, "Siren? Didn't the goddess of fate give her a prophecy a long time ago, but she was a poor child, and she didn't know that she was used by Kronos. You reminded me that her parents would be a good help, and I heard that you have a good relationship with them, so when the time comes, you can persuade their parents to join our camp, and as for this little goddess, leave her alone. ”

Prometheus was stunned, this was the meaning of giving up.

Zeus has always been like this, useless people are always mercilessly abandoned, this is true for him, and it is also true for Cleo, if it were not for Cleo to regain the value of use, Zeus would not have left her in the temple to treat her.

Pursing his lips, he also has feelings for the sirens, but this feeling is almost equal to nothing compared to Cleo, since even Zeus has given up on her, Prometheus can't do anything.

Who can fight against fate? No one can either.

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The siren is still in a state of ignorance, and as long as she can be with the god of wine every day, she is very satisfied, and it seems that by now, a qiē is perfect, and she has nothing to do.

Staying in the castle with Dio every day, humans also know her identity, and when they see her, they will respectfully shout "Siren Goddess", it feels really good to be respected, because humans almost don't know her name, so as a goddess, there is no temple in the world that belongs to her.

If not, there is no one, she doesn't care, she is not Aphrodite, she can't live without faith.

At noon, as usual, she came out with Bacchus, lay down on the soft sand and took a nap, lying on Dior's chest, listening to a powerful heartbeat, like a lullaby, and she soon fell asleep.

The misty world is full of large patches of color, and everything is not clear.

The siren was stunned for a moment, thinking that there was something wrong with his eyes, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but the things in front of him still did not change, and there was a very faint voice that kept whispering, and he could hear someone talking, but he couldn't hear what the person was saying at all. The sirens stood in place, their minds clearer than ever.

It's a dream.

The gods also dream, but usually they were the last part of an endless memory, and the siren was sure that it was not her memory, and looking at the way she looked around, the siren frowned, although she couldn't see it really, but she seemed to have a little impression of it.

There seemed to be a person in front of her, and the siren tried to walk that way, but with each step, the scene she saw would instantly render, like a watercolor, and then condense again, and the scene would always be at a distance from her, and it seemed that the siren would not be able to get by.

Since they couldn't get through, the sirens didn't go, trying to keep their ears up and try to hear what they were saying.

There were two people here, no, there were a lot of them, but only two spoke, and the sirens didn't know what it was all about, but as a deity, she also had a great curiosity about ethereal things, and who knew which dream contained prophecy?

Focusing all his strength on his ears, the sirens felt a headache before they heard some broken words.

"Useless stuff! …… God-King ...... I'll stand ......."

It seemed to be a woman's voice, but it was just a few words, and the sirens were more confused than at the beginning, the god-king, has something to do with Zeus?

The otherwise static picture moved for a moment, and it seemed that a person seemed to be walking in the other direction, and the siren tried to make out his appearance, at most, and at most, he could only see that he was very tall, and he should be a man.

The black strip that had been long turned into a lump and joined together with another purple strip, which was taller than the man, as if it had just spoken.

Thinking like this, the sirens suddenly understood a little, there were many people standing here, they didn't move, and they looked humble, this purple person should be the most noble, and the black person may be kneeling in front of the purple person.

The siren was silent, more certain that this was not her memory, perhaps a prophetic dream. The scene was frozen again, I looked at it for a long time, and these colors did not move, the siren was so awake in a dream for the first time, but it was really boring, trying to wake up with the power of the spirit, but it was useless, and sighed helplessly, the siren's voice was endlessly amplified here, it was originally an inaudible sound, but it rang like a holy bell in this side of the world.

The siren was startled and was stunned, when suddenly, the black color moved, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked straight at it, and the madness and ruthlessness contained in it seemed to be imprinted into the siren's eye sockets, and the siren closed his eyes suddenly, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Hey, wake up!"

"Hey, what are you pushing me for, didn't I want to wake her up?"

Hearing the familiar voice, the siren carefully opened a slit, and saw the black poplar pouting old gao, like someone else owed him how much, the siren breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, Dio picked her up, let her lie in his arms, worried look self-evident, "What did you dream of, your face is not very good." ”

The siren touched his face, and the black poplar stood farther away, looking unhappy, and squinted at her and said, "If I hadn't seen that something was wrong with you, you wouldn't have woken up. ”

Ignore you, this is counting the god of wine, the siren can't cry and laugh, does the black poplar accept the god of wine?

The siren sat up and asked curiously, "What's wrong with me?" ”

When the black poplar tree heard this, he immediately came over and nervously described it to the siren, "You look very strict, strict...... Like a man! And you've posed for yourself. ”

The siren sneered, "I also bowed myself?" Am I sleepwalking? ”

The black poplar waved his hand, "It's not sleepwalking, oops, I don't know how to say it, look at me!" As he spoke, he lay on his side on the beach, his legs together, but his legs were slightly apart, one hand was half-clenched into a fist against his waist, one hand seemed to be holding something, and his head was slightly lowered, as if he was smelling something in his hand.

The siren froze immediately, if it was just an outline in the dream, the pose of the black poplar tree should be the real scene, Dio felt the siren's body become stiff, and looked down at her, only to find that her face was very ugly.

"What's wrong?"

Feeling Dio's arm tighten slightly, the siren came to his senses, got out of his embrace, stood up, and kicked the black poplar lightly, "Okay, get up, what's so strange about this, I often sleep in some strange positions." ”

The black poplar jumped up and immediately retorted: "Who said that!" I used to watch you sleep, and your posture never changed from the time you closed your eyes to the time you opened them! ”

Siren raised an eyebrow, "That's in the underworld, back on land, I'm changed." ”

What else did the black poplar want to say, the siren went to Ladio's hand, and after pulling him up, the two walked towards the castle, and the siren looked back at him, "Go in?" ”

The black poplar snorted, returned to the place he had chosen the other day, removed the illusion, and turned into a bare tree again.

The siren was speechless, took Dior's hand tightly, and returned to the castle with him.

Closing the door, the siren looked at him with a smile, "Why is it so quiet?" "It's a bit strict.

Dio didn't want the siren to feel that he didn't trust her, but at that moment, the siren's love was too exposed, and now it was back as usual, how to see how something was wrong, pressing the siren on the bed, Dio looked into her eyes, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, "Siren, is there anything you haven't told me?" ”

Siren was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to rub his cheek, a warm feeling came from his skin, Siren showed a smile, and said slowly in a charming voice: "No, I have no reservations about you, Dionysus, you trust me, don't you?" ”

Dior was in a trance for a moment, his eyes were clear, and the last trace of doubt in it disappeared, he put his face on the palm of the siren and nodded lightly: "Of course, I will always trust you." ”

The siren laughed, put his arms around Dior, placed his chin on his neck, and closed his eyes in silence.

If she could, she would never want to use her voice to control Dior, but if he asked again, the siren was afraid that he would not be able to help but tell the truth, today's dream was the first time it appeared, but those eyes, she had seen countless times, and every time they were so terrifying, and every time they appeared, the siren felt that those eyes seemed brighter and more bloodthirsty.