At this time, Carreta noticed that one of Medusa's withered arms clung to a harp, a skeleton forged of pure gold with strings twisted from silver wires, and its brilliance and exquisite carving were rare treasures in the world today.

Medusa did not answer easily, and the light of the serpent's eyes repeatedly fell on Carret's beautiful face, long thick and smooth hair, her blown-up skin, and her watery body. These most attractive parts of the men's attention were gathered in the young messenger, and the serpentine Medusa was envious and jealous of this.

"Where's Demos? Where is he? How is he now?"

Kareta herself didn't expect that the name of the dark god blurted out in her panic, and in this situation, she was worried about his situation.

But there are always things in the world that cannot be clarified. Although she curses him, complains about him, and avoids him on weekdays, she always thinks of him, consciously or unconsciously, whether she was idle or busy at that time, or even now in prison, she can always think of the same man - Demos, the god of darkness!

In an instant, the waves of fluctuations in her heart were set off frequently, and she was about to break through the solid emotional door in Karete's heart.

Medusa let out a strange laugh.

"Don't worry, Messenger, you'll be meeting the Dark God soon! I'll take you on your way to meet him......"

When she said the above to Karete, Medusa hated herself.

The reason is simple, Carette is delicate and beautiful, the god of darkness is handsome, and he loves her so much that he does not care for his own safety and his own life. And beauty and love are the same as Medusa, who is a snake demon, she never has it, so she holds a grudge, hates Kareta and does not!

"Messenger of Love and Light, have you heard of the 'Spirit of Eulate'?"

"Eulash" is the name of a famous bard from the mythological era. His beloved wife died in an accident, and the grief-stricken Euras committed suicide, and his soul followed his beloved wife to Hades. This love tragedy has touched many humans and gods, and even Hades, who has always been cold and ruthless in the underworld, has been moved by it.

In honor of the loving couple, the goddess Venus named a constellation of stars in the northern sky "Lyra", and Carette, as the messenger of Eros, is naturally familiar with that touching legend. It's just that she doesn't understand why Medusa is pulling out the story about Eulens at this time.

In confusion, she watched as Medusa's arms were raised and the piano in her arms was solemnly raised.

It was merely a harp! a quiet, unplucked instrument with no tune syllables! Yet upon closer inspection, Carette felt a gloomy and melancholy aura beneath its extraordinarily beautiful exterior.

At this moment, this strange aura was entwined between the golden skeleton of the harp, gliding over the glittering silver strings. In the emptiness, the piano seemed to be playing a melody by itself, and the sound was like the "Xiao Xiao" sound made by the bleak night wind sailing across the vast plateau, and then like the crying and wailing of countless dead souls, mixed with noisy whispers and shuffling noises in the middle.

Carette thought it was because she was nervous, so she closed her eyes and reopened them, shocked and shocked.

The strings remained untouched, but the rhythm continued to pour into her ears, so clear, so terrifying. Looking at the lyre again, I saw that it was full of glow, fickle, and more and more bewitching, and made Carette dizzy for a while.

"Medusa, this harp...... What the hell is this harp..."

"It is the heirloom instrument in the hands of Eules, and later generations call it 'the soul of Eules'! In this harp is the soul of Euros, because he cannot let his beloved wife in the underworld return to the sun smoothly, so the spirit of Euros's wandering spirit is attached to his instrument. It hates! It hates all lovers in the world! Their souls are devoured by it, their sweet love is torn apart by it, and finally there is a lover who is like the tragic legend of the constellation Lyra!

Medusa finished explaining in one breath, and stared at Karete in surprise.

"Curse... Lyre...?"

"Now, the soul of Oras is about to awaken again, and you, the messenger of Karete, are the best sacrifice for the undead who hate love..."

Medusa placed four fingers on the strings of the silver thread, and her fingertips danced with a string of mournful notes.

"Wake up, Oras, standing before you is the messenger of love and light, enjoy the blood sacrifice to which you belong!"

The harp let out a grim cry, as if in response to Medusa's call. A stream of gray resentment swept out of the harp's golden body, forming a mountain of momentum in an instant, like a trapped beast finally breaking free from its cage and rushing towards Karet.

It was then that she finally realized that it was the same aura that she had just noticed from Medusa, and that it belonged to the harp and not to the snake demon.

Karet's heart was cold, but in order to save her life, she had to gather the power of her mind, and the wind immediately blew above her head, and the little effort of fighting the evil aura finally repelled it.

"Karete, don't use spells—"

Triton showed up just in time. Previously, he had disobeyed Aquaman's orders and left alone, not to avoid the battle with Demos, but to rush back to Karet's side as soon as possible, knowing that her life was in danger.

Triton looked at this time, but he was annoyed that he was still a step late.

Sure enough, the evil aura was not only not stirred up by the wind summoned by Kareta, but hovered around the harp and flew repeatedly, and the more it danced, the more fierce it became.

"It's over! It's awakened! Your spell has stimulated it, awakened it from its long sleep..."

Terry Tong had a frightened but helpless expression.

Medusa looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the flying serpent shuddered with her laughter, and it spread its arms and threw the whole harp out.

When the harp hits the ground, it stands firmly, and its base is tightly attached to the surface of the ground, as if it has taken root on it. With a boom, it continued to grow until it reached a height of more than 100 meters.

Kareta gasped as she looked up at the violin in full shape.

She was amazed to see countless faces emerging from the tall and sturdy skeleton of the harp, either grief, fear, weeping, or resentment, with different expressions, densely intertwined and superimposed, surrounding the unique patterns and curves of the path of enlightenment.

When the piano was still a miniature version, she didn't pay attention to the lines of the piano stand at all, only thought that they were very delicate carvings, and now she feels even more terrifying in retrospect.

The strings are delicate and flexible, forming a silver, semi-transparent barrier in front of Karet's eyes, radiating a brilliant cold light. Then a strand of strings came out of the stand and struck her like a straight, sharp arrow.

Triton blew the horn, and the trumpet sounded just in time, and the low, sacred melody seemed to act as a proper deterrent to the magic of the harp, causing the aggressive strings to bend at once, and then retract.

"Karete, get out of Naqin—"

"Triton, you're a traitor to the Sea Clan!"

Medusa cursed, and the snakeheads in the demon's hair spat deadly venom at Triton.

He hurriedly cast a spell to avoid water, and before the venom could reach his body, his spell was suspended in the air between him and Medusa. Bits of blue light seeped out from inside these black venoms, and in the blink of an eye, these poisonous liquids were turned into the most ordinary clear water, which fell to the ground with dripping.

Medusa was so angry that she immediately screamed "Wow Wow", her eyes shooting petrified light at him who was dodging and sharp. She had long been dissatisfied with Terry's actions and methods of secretly assisting Kareta several times, and today she was bound to teach him to look good in order to relieve the hatred in her heart.

Kareta stood at the feet of the harp, her pale face full of frightened expressions, her posture more like a frozen television scene, still in place for a long time.

Even in the ancient gods she had never experienced such a thrilling and dangerous encounter: in front of her, an old guqin turned into a living monster, able to grow and shrink at will, devouring human souls, the strings could jump nimbly, and frequently attacked her. Until now, she wondered if she had fallen into the fairy tale world of some fantasy-loving little princess or little prince.

Shocked, terrified, she had no direction or idea. Despite Terry's shouts and warnings during the fierce battle with Medusa, they could not awaken her from her chaotic state of consciousness.

Terry couldn't dodge the same and was shot down by Medusa's snake tail in his hand. Almost at the same time, the harp shot out hundreds of magic strings again, and a few strands of silver caught Karete's body, and with a few delicate staggers, they wrapped around her wrists.

"Karete—"

She finally came to her senses at the sound of Terry's fierce shouts, but the tough strings pierced her chest.

Slowly and weakly lowering her head, Carette saw that red blood was flowing from her chest, like thin red threads, flowing down her body...

The battle on the other side of the temple continues.

Demos followed Aquaman's breath all the way, his lips twitched, and he began to fight back with a silent spell. The light of Aquaman's escape turned dim, and when he realized it, his body was already in it, and he showed his true body to pay close attention to his surroundings.

Damn, Demos actually used such a small spell. Could it be that he is already waiting on the road ahead of me?

Although his heart was full of doubts and disdain, but now in this environment where he couldn't see his five fingers, he didn't dare to move forward rashly, hesitating to go the same way and retreating, his left arm holding the crystal ball was even more forceful, for fear that there would be some sudden accident that would make the treasure lose again.