Plato's Academy in the early morning was even quieter than yesterday.

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

In the last row, there were seven students.

And now, there are only three people left.

Hult, Jimmy, Albert.

Nedern glanced at the class and said, "Yesterday evening, Su Ye had already left the port safely. ”

The students breathed a long sigh of relief.

"However, just this morning, the God of War Mountain issued a new order, suspecting Su Ye of being suspected of killing nobles in Gray River Town, and arrested him on new charges. Not surprisingly, the city guards have launched an arrest operation. ”

Many of their classmates clenched their fists, filled with anger.

"By the way, Palos is taking a leave of absence today. Okay, let's start this lesson......"

As he spoke, Nedern looked out the window in the direction of the Ares Mountain.

The Mount of Mars is a hill in the city of Athens that is smaller than the Acropolis Hill, surrounded by houses, all of which are subordinate institutions of the Mount of Mars and manage all things in the city of Athens.

Diagonally opposite the Ares Mountain, the spacious city guard camp stood.

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

The generals of the city guard sat in the middle of the hall and turned their heads in surprise to look at the girl in red leather armor.

Without waiting for the generals to speak, Palos threw the gold token in his hand in front of the hall door.

"I, Palos, daughter of Lythos of Banu Pandeon, ask you for a favor. Stay here until the sun rises tomorrow. If anyone leaves, I can't do anything now, but, whoever crosses the golden Medusa, I will write them down one by one and imprint them in my soul, for you will be my enemy. Once promoted to gold, I will fight my enemies and never die! ”

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

With that, Palos turned to leave.

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

Palos returned to the Pendeon family and stood at the gate, quietly looking inside.

The door to Pandeon's house is carved out of white marble, and the door frame is carved with various magical creatures, monsters, or trolls.

All are the prey of the Pandeon family.

It's already engraved.

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

A tall young man came from the courtyard.

The young man's dress was unusual for a Greek, his upper body was dressed in black leather armor, but the leather armor only covered the chest and abdomen, allowing him to expose his toned eight-pack abs, neatly and symmetrically, as if carved by a master sculptor.

The mermaid lines on both sides of the abdominal muscles are so clear that they seem to have been split with an axe, which is particularly distinct.

On the legs are cropped black leather shorts.

Perhaps because of the black leather armor, his light copper-colored skin was particularly striking, and the surface was even glowing with oily gold.

He was barefoot, like most Greeks, but there was not a trace of dust on his feet, and they were as clean as if they had just been washed.

To the left side of his body, a strange sword floated along with him.

The sword had a very wide scabbard that resembled an Egyptian coffin, and on the surface of the yellow coffin was carved the Grim Reaper with a scythe in his hand.

The hilt of the sword is made of three twisted white bones, and the sword is a ring of white bone spurs, no more, no less, a total of eighteen.

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

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

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

The young man stopped on the stone path of the courtyard and looked at Palos at the door.

Palos's eyes seemed to reflect the sunny sky.

"My dear sister, what are you doing here?" Sisyphus smiled faintly, like every brother looks at his younger siblings, his tone was full of kindness, but there was always a little bit of disgust in his eyes.

"Please stay home until the sun rises again." Palos's childish and sweet voice rang out in the courtyard.

"No problem, just tell me why and wait until the sun rises in the west." Sisyphus didn't care.

"You know why." Palos grimaced and looked coldly at her brother, who had little contact.

Sisyphus tilted his head slightly, looked at the clear morning sky, thought for a while, suddenly realized, and said, "It seems that it is for Su Ye?" There are rumors out there that he is your lover and a strong contender for my future brother-in-law, is it true? ”

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

"And who is she?" The smile on Sisyphus's face was thicker, and the evil in his eyebrows and eyes was more prevalent.

"My friends, my classmates, my tablemates, my saviors." Palos said.

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

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

"You like him?" Sisyphus looked at his sister playfully, full of interest.

Palos thought for a moment and said, "I like what he says, I like what he says, and I like what he does." ”

"So, you like his people." Sisyphus whistled lightly.

"Of course. People I don't like, won't be my friends, like you. Palos said.

"My dear sister, you always break my heart. Well, I probably get it, you like him more than friends, but not lovers, right? Sisyphus asked with a smile.

"That's right."

Sisyphus shrugged and said, "I'm sorry about that. If he's your lover, I'll be a brother anyway. However, since he is not your lover, then I will carry out the order of the God of War Mountain and go to arrest him. But don't worry, he is your friend after all, and I will treat him well. ”

"Don't push me." Palos held the gold Medusa necklace in her right hand and stared at Sisyphus like an angry kitten.

"What, it's time to forget to cry when you fail?" Sisyphus was still smiling.

"You can't get out of here."

"I'm going to the City Guard."

Palos jerked off the yellow gold Medusa necklace.

Boom......

The necklace parted and turned into a ball of golden light that spread rapidly in her hand, and in the blink of an eye, the golden light flame condensed into a golden spear sword.

On the sword body, there is a red blood groove, a bright blue god pattern, and a frost-white blade.

Above the hilt, liquid gold flowed in a dense pattern of bright blue gods.

Palos's body slowly changed from white to bronze.

"Bronze? Not bad. It seems that time has made you forget the pain of the past. I'll give you one more chance to lay down the Victory Spear and Sword. You know, once my coffin sword is revealed, it will not be sheathed until it is killed. Sisyphus smiled.

Palos grasped the sword of victory in both hands and pointed it at Sisyphus.

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

After Sisyphus finished speaking, his right hand stretched out and grabbed at the laurel tree on his right, and a leafy branch broke off and flew into his hand.

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

"You and I haven't talked for a long time, I really miss it." Sisyphus walked forward with a branch in hand, the coffin sword hovering to his left.

Palos stabbed with a spear and sword.

Her gaze was focused, her steps were steady, her spear and sword were swift, there was not a trace of superfluous movements, and there was not a trace of omission.

"It's too slow." Sisyphus smiled and leaned slightly, dodging the victory spear, swinging a branch and slamming it into Palos's left shoulder.

Syllable......

The leather armor cracked, and the divine power of the Sanctuary slashed through it like a sharp blade.

The skin cracked open and blood spilled out.

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

Syllable......

Sisyphus was intact, and a clear trail of blood appeared on Palos's left arm.

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

Sisyphus, with his powerful Sanctuary powers, was always able to dodge attacks, always attacking Palos with a branch.

Slowly, the scars on Palos's body grew, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in blood.

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

"The blood of the Pandeon family should not be wasted here."

As if he hadn't heard it, Palos stabbed again.

Sisyphus, as before, leaned slightly sideways and swung a branch at Palos's upper arm.

However, the surface of the victory spear suddenly flashed with gold-colored flames, and it spun around sharply and slashed horizontally towards Sisyphus.

"You've been preparing for this trick!"

Sisyphus immediately realized that the branch changed direction and drew towards the blade of the Victory Spear.

The branches snapped silently, and the sword of victory wrapped in golden flames slashed at Sisyphus's arm.

At the moment when the victory spear sword sliced through his skin, a piercing sword roar rang out, and the coffin sword was unsheathed.

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

The sword body is pitch black, and the flames on the sword body are also pitch black.

Sisyphus holds a fiery black sword and blocks the victory spear sword.

The skin that had been grazed by the sword of victory suddenly cracked, and blood splattered.

"You shouldn't have forced me to draw my sword." Sisyphus's expression changed suddenly, and the insignificant blue in his eyes dissipated, and in the dark eyes, there was an extra touch of blood.

He stepped forward and slashed with his sword.

Palos parried with a victory spear and sword.

Keng ......

The blades struck each other, and the crisp sound was piercing.

Palos's face turned pale and she took two steps back.

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

Sisyphus kept drawing his sword, and Palos kept resisting.

The attack and defense of the two men became faster and faster, faster and faster, and finally Sisyphus seemed to swing a black cloud in the sky to press on Palos, and Palos seemed to dance a ball of golden light to hit the black cloud.

At first, it was Palos who struck with the Victory Spear, but slowly, the Victory Spear and Sword took her out.

The two swords resonate, and the clanging is endless.

Palos kept backing away, exiting the Pandeon Mansion and retreating on the avenue.

The wind was blowing around the two of them, and the dust was scattered.

Under the feet of the two people, the ground kept collapsing.

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

Palos swung her victory spear and sword with all her might.

Bang......

She flew out upside down and fell heavily seven or eight meters away.

"Throw in the towel." The smile on Sisyphus's face grew fainter and colder.

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