【Genealogy of the Gods: Anidora (1)): The wrath of the gods descended on mankind to cause suffering, and the king of the gods ordered the god of fire to use his greatest skill and kneaded a maiden out of the multicolored earth mixed with water from the top of the sacred mountain. This maiden must have the sweet voice and gaze of the goddess. The goddess of beauty bestowed upon her beauty beyond words, and the god of the sun gave her the knowledge to cope with and recognize all changes.

The good goddess of wisdom took pity on the misfortunes of mankind and refused to give Annedora the ability to think about human nature, so that the cunning and deceit given by Hermes could not be applied to Annedora, but it also made the most beautiful maiden created by the gods like a puppet with a lost soul.

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At this time, even merchants, servants, and slaves took up the cheapest wooden weapons, and looked at the robbers with butcher knives raised with fear on their faces.

The wooden spear of the leader of the guards was cut off at the waist, and the head of another guard beside him was cut off, and warm blood rushed to the sky and splashed on the frightened faces of everyone.

At this time, all of them were in despair, and all they could do before they died was to pray to the gods, and ironically, it was one of the gods they believed in that caused them to face such a death.

Even when the leader of the guards put down his weapon in despair, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind, and the former robber was slightly panicked and blocked with the weapon in his hand, only to hear a scream, the robber immediately flew upside down, and when he landed on the ground, blood was oozing from his nose and mouth.

All the robbers couldn't help but be shocked, and when they saw this man in a coarse cloth cloak who suddenly made a move, they immediately raised their weapons and rushed forward from all directions.

Listening to the sounds of fighting, screams, and screams of fear in his ears, Kratos could only feel a shudder all over his body, and only killing could ease the bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

Kratos finally couldn't help but roar and rushed at one of the bandits, striking straight out, and the 25-horsepower fist fell, directly knocking the robber to death.

Every time Kratos kills a bandit, the tattoo on his body will be obvious, and if anyone can see it, they will find that the soul of each robber killed by Kratos does not fall into hell, but directly disappears in the void, turning into bloody power and merging into Kratos's body.

The individual strength of these bandits is only between ordinary soldiers and elite soldiers, how can they be Kratos's opponents, but the venue is full of stumps and broken arms.

The rest of the robbers have been shocked by Kratos's powerful strength and bloody and cruel killing methods, Kratos is like a hundred-armed giant, as long as a robber is caught by his arm, he will be directly torn apart, blood and internal organs will flow, and it will turn this place into a cruel hell in less than a moment.

"Spartan, you ......"

Little Huck stepped forward to the blood-stained Kratos, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw his eyes, which were flashing bloodthirsty beast pupils, which made Little Huck feel a kind of soul-like tremble.

Kratos closed his eyes and took a deep breath, only to reopen them after a while, as he temporarily suppressed his body's impulses

He lowered his head and glanced at little Huck casually, pulled the coarse cloth on his body to cover the tattoo on his body, and left a sentence abruptly, and then left straight away, slowly disappearing into the wilderness.

"With my blood...... Bringing together the ashes of parents and loved ones......"

Away from Spartan under the guise of a caravan, Kratos now walks alone in the desert, surrounded by yellow sand and the occasional green dotted with desolation.

Kratos was moving forward step by step with his head down, when he suddenly felt something strange in front of him, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes peeking out from the edge of his cloak and scanning ahead.

It was a lonely back, emaciated and weak, a pair of lotus feet like mutton fat and white jade struggling to step on the rough, hot gravel.

Kratos' pupils contracted violently, and he keenly noticed that the pair of refined jade feet were not harmed by the rough and hot rubbing of the gravel, leaving a shallow footprint in place after each step fell, proving that this emaciated back figure was not a weightless fool.

At this time, it was close to the royal city of Tirinth, an oasis city standing in the desert, so there were already travelers and caravans coming and going.

But when everyone saw this emaciated figure, it was as if they had seen a nightmare and a disaster, and their faces changed drastically, and they avoided the route it had taken.

Kratos took a closer look, and the back couldn't help but feel weird, and every step he took was as if it had been precisely calculated, no more, no less, the same distance.

And as the footsteps moved, the body revealed a trace of abnormal stiffness, and it looked like a walking dead without a sense, walking completely on instinct and unconsciously.

Kratos walked faster, and after a while he finally came to the back of the emaciated figure, and before he could get close to his nose, he asked about a refreshing scent, an alluring scent that the scorching desert couldn't hide.

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When he finally saw the true face of this strange back, even Kratos was stunned for a moment like a thunderbolt from the sky, and at that moment even his heart stopped and he couldn't breathe.

In his past life, Kratos has not only seen all kinds of beautiful women in the world, but has even tasted them for himself.

But Kratos couldn't help but swear with his soul at this time that he had never seen such a woman in his heart, whether in his previous life or in this life.

Fair and immature skin like a baby, a pointed and delicate nose, a red and seductive mouth, and a beautiful face that cannot be described by all praise.

Yingying's gripable waist, convex and backward **, it is not an exaggeration to describe a tempting figure with a childish face.

But when Kratos saw the eyes of such a stunning beauty, his heart felt like someone had been pulled hard.

It was a pair of pale and spiritually devoid eyes, which made this stunning beauty, who looked no more than 15 or 16 years old, like an empty shell without a soul, and infinite heartache and pity came to Kratos's heart.

But what makes Kratos even more puzzled is that such a stunning beauty walks alone in the desert, not only is not destroyed by the gangsters, but is avoided like a plague by the people.

When Kratos approached this stunning beauty, the eyes of the people around him looked at Kratos with fear and disgust at the same time, and they didn't even look at it and accelerated away.

Kratos's heart moved, and with the agility of the griffin beast soul, he rushed to the side of a lone traveler with lightning speed along with the yellow sand that exploded under his feet, and in the frightened eyes of the other party, an iron palm grabbed the opponent's body.

"Let go of me! let go of me, you ...... You heretic, tainted by sin!"

When the traveler found out that he had been caught by Kratos, he immediately screamed hysterically, his face full of fear and despair. The people around him also screamed and screamed when they saw Kratos's sudden move, and fled in a panic, but after a while, there were only a few people left on this desert.

No matter how much the traveler struggled, the hand that grabbed him did not waver.

Kratos looked coldly at the man he was holding in his hand, and said in an indifferent tone but word by word: "She, yes, who!"

"She" naturally refers to that weird and stunning girl. But when he heard Kratos' question, the traveler's reaction instantly intensified, and he bit Kratos' palm fiercely, with a look of disillusionment and madness in his eyes.

A flash of violence flashed in Kratos' eyes, and he threw the man in his hand to the ground with a slam of his hand. The man who was relieved did not care about the injuries on his body, and quickly crawled away on the yellow sand with his hands and feet, while shouting like a mad voice: "Run...... Vice...... Source...... Annedora ......"

Kratos was shocked, and the word Pandora struck his mind like lightning.

In ancient Greek mythology and legend, Pandora was created by the god king Zeus to punish mortals for their sins, and she represented the most terrible disasters in the world, such as hunger, pain, disease, and calamity.

Kratos can't even associate the stunning girl in front of him, who looks like she is only 15 or 16 years old and was just an ordinary high school student in her previous life, with the source of the terrifying evil that can destroy the human world in the legend.

Just as Kratos was still standing in place with all his thoughts in mind, Kratos suddenly felt touched on his back, and Kratos turned around in surprise, only to see Annedora's beautiful face, looking at her unblinked royal blue eyes.

Sitting in front of a burning campfire, Kratos holds a stick in each hand and spun it on the fire so that the heat of the flame is evenly distributed across all parts of the food.

It was an animal called the Cheken Bird, which resembled a pheasant in a previous life in appearance and habits. For Kratos, who was good at surviving in the wild in his previous life, it didn't take long for the two slaughtered Cheken birds to gradually exude an attractive aroma, and the golden flesh continued to ooze full of oil.

Looking at Anidora, who didn't know how to be wary of strangers and ate the food she handed over, Kratos couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness in his heart that he had not met a bad guy.

But then Kratos couldn't help laughing at himself, as the source of evil and pain in this world, Anidora can't hide anymore, where does he have the courage to provoke. Even the gods are jealous of this girl whose appearance is full of infinite temptation.