Su Ye fell from the sky and looked at the Acropolis Mountain.

Athena's giant statue is as usual.

Turning his head to look at the dock, the giant statue of Zeus is still the same as usual.

A long sigh sounded beside Su Ye.

Su Ye's subordinates were about to make a move, but they were stopped by Su Ye with a look.

"Did the Scarab Talisman work?" An old man appeared in front of Su Ye.

He has curly hair, a thick beard, and clear eyes like a clear sky.

"Teacher Thucydides." Su Ye Dao.

"It was given to you by Plato by the hand of Hercules." Thucydides Road.

Su Ye was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "I should have thought that there was no need for Akdes to lend someone else's hand to give me Egyptian treasures. ”

"I thought that when you left the Old Godstar, you would leave with Palos." Thucydides Road.

"I'm going to do what I'm supposed to do."

Thucydides' eyes drooped slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a huge dimensional portal unfolded, and said, "Go back to Hell City, where you are needed more." ”

"There are some things that have not been done." Su Ye looked at Plato's Academy.

"Plato said that now is not the time to climb Mount Olympus. You haven't even built the Mage Tower. ”

"If the Mage Tower is completed, it will definitely float above the city of Athens by now." Su Ye showed regret.

"Go back, child, Greece doesn't need you anymore. The wizarding world still needs you. Thucydides said.

"I want to know what's going on inside."

"Back in Hell City, you'll know." Thucydides Road.

Su Ye quietly looked at Thucydides and at this old man full of wisdom.

"I still have things to do, and I can't leave."

Thucydides frowned slightly.

The crisp sound of porcelain shattering sounded.

The two turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

The shield that trapped Plato's Academy cracked, and the golden rune chains slowly withdrew, disappearing into the void.

The scene in Plato's Academy changed in an instant.

The Mage's Tower collapsed, and the crescent moon turned pitch black, leaving behind a broken pedestal less than five stories high.

The large ground of Plato's Academy sank dozens of meters, emitting thick black smoke, like a fine mist surrounding the ruined mage tower.

Aristotle's black-robed bulging and blonde hair was like flames, standing on the ruined mage tower.

His eyes were like shattered mirrors, cracked like cobwebs.

Pale red tears flowed slowly.

In his right hand, he held the Ten Dragons Sword Staff.

Blood slowly dripped down the blade of the Ten Dragons Sword Staff.

In his right hand, he grasped an old head.

The skull's eyes are closed, and his face is kind.

"I love my teacher, and I love the truth even more."

Aristotle said, looking up at distant Mount Olympus.

There, as if the truth is there.

In the cloud of divine wrath, huge faces were smiling in the sky.

Su Ye stared blankly at Aristotle, staring blankly at the head in his hand.

Su Ye remembered that he used to open the magic book every day, put a person's magic image outside, and guard the door.

Even if it's just a magical image, I'm at ease.

Plato.

"Aristotle!" Su Ye roared.

The top of Mount Olympus, the Temple of Thunderclouds.

Dark clouds and thunder flickered, carrying a huge shrine of gold and light.

The shrine is resplendent and magnificent, and the white light pours down from the dome, dazzling and dazzling.

Huge pillars stand one after the other on both sides, as far as the eye can see.

The white cherubs are densely lined by the pillars, flapping their lovely wings and blowing delicate musical instruments, making the empty Zeus Shrine reverberate with melodious music.

Colorful frescoes line the walls on both sides, one by one, vivid and vibrant, from the birth of the gods to the accession of the god-king Zeus.

A staircase full of jewels, towering at the end of the hall,

On the high platform, the throne is like a dragon's bed, wide and huge, rippling with golden light.

A woman with a golden glow stood in front of the throne.

The golden gauze was attached to the woman's body, and the long hem hung down to the ground, like the river breeze and flowing water, swaying lightly.

The large V-neckline reaches the lower abdomen, and the creamy skin of wheat color shines.

The long golden hair seemed to be sprinkled with fine sand gold, and the rustle flowed.

The bright yellow divine sun wheel slowly rotated behind her head, shining the shrine and illuminating the world.

She was so dazzling that Arcdes couldn't even see her face clearly.

You can only faintly see the majestic and beautiful facial contours.

The divine power around Acades was like a flame flowing backwards from the bottom up.

With a height of three meters, he looks like a little giant made of gold.

"Meet Her Majesty."

Akdes was half-kneeling, his left hand resting on his left knee, his right hand pressed against the ground, and he bowed his head deeply.

"You made a god in advance and disobeyed the oracle." An indifferent and mighty voice came out, hitting the hall like a wave.

Arcdes couldn't even withstand the power of the sound, and his body was pushed backwards by the invisible force.

"I'm here to ask God for one thing." Acades still bowed his head deeply.

"Say."

"Please let Su Ye go, this time, just this time." Akdes looked up, his gaze earnest.

"Why?"

Akdes was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he smiled miserably: "He is my last friend in this world. ”

The Divine Sun Wheel behind Hera suddenly lit up, and the mighty divine power was like a long wind blowing in substance, and the little angels in the sky screamed and turned into ashes.

Outside the gate, the guards knelt down.

The sea of clouds that carried the Divine Palace suddenly exploded.

Acades' body slid backwards again, the corners of his mouth overflowing with brilliant divine blood.

"What do you take to compensate my Angel King Legion!" Hera's voice was as cold as ice.

Akdes gritted his teeth and knelt down with his left leg.

Hit your knees and forehead.

"From now on, I would like to call myself, Hercules."

Hercules' mother's name was Acmene.

Akdes, meaning son of Acmene.

Hercules is the Roman translation of Hercules.

Hercules, is the name given to him by the gods, which means glory to Hera.

Everyone knows Hercules and Hercules, but very few people know Akerdes.

"What a good boy." Hera sighed softly.

Hercules let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm still going to kill him." Hera's voice rang out again.

Acades jerked his head up and looked at Hera, a strange light in his eyes.

"I did not ask you for the death of my mother; I did not ask you for the teacher's death; I do not ask you for the death of your wife and your children; I have not begged you for the death of my friend. Today, I only ask for one thing, only save one person, are you still the same? ”

"Are you threatening me with a second battle of the Titans?"

Akdes stared at Hera.

"Do you think we wouldn't be able to solve the Titans without you?" Hera asked.

Violent winds crashed down.

Akdes craned his neck and stared at Hera.

He didn't move in the wind.

"Stand down." An indifferent voice echoed in the hall.

Akdes fell to his knees, his chest straight, motionless.

Helapin stretched out his right arm, and the delicate jade arm as white as milk unfolded, and a golden scepter appeared in his hand, the head of the scepter, and the shining white peacock slowly opened the screen.

She stretched out her slender fingers and plucked a peacock feather.

In my eyes, the starry sky swirled, and in an instant, the Greek world appeared.

The world in her eyes quickly zoomed in, revealing Su Ye and Thucydides under the God of War Mountain.

She slowly raised her arm, and halfway through it, a divine light rose into the sky, more dazzling than the light on the roof of the shrine, and brighter than the divine sun wheel behind Hera.

Rumble......

Akdes's body grew in shape, and his divine power turned from the original jet of light into a golden sun, which continued to erupt and retract, and his body fluttered like a golden veil of light.

His eyes completely turned into pure white light, and his skin condensed into the armor of the Titans.

His heart, like a giant drum, gradually accelerated, beating the heavens and the earth, vibrating light and air.

Rumble!

The skin around Acades suddenly cracked, and a trace of liquid thunder slowly flowed from the wound, sizzling.

The body of the Titan, the blood of thunder.

Rumble!

Acades' waist was slightly bent, and the floor of the shrine was cracked under his feet.

His eyes turned from white to red.

The red eyes were like flames, flowing out of their sockets, churning and rolling.

Pillars of divine power intertwined with gold and blood defended his body, rising upward, roaring and roaring, like a waterfall against the current.

"I can't even protect the last friend, why should I defend against the Titans for you!"

"Today, I, Akdes, am a mother, a wife, a son, a teacher, a friend, and me! Sweep away the grievances in your heart and empty the hatred of your life! ”

Rumble!

Archdes instantly turned into a humanoid flame intertwined with gold and blood, stepped out, broke through the space, and swung his fist.

The fist wrapped in white energy, surrounded by giant beasts, and the creatures cried.

Behind him, a phantom mural appeared, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and thousands of bones decayed.

Rumble!

Akdes threw a punch, and a transparent wall of golden light stood between the two.

Ripples ripple and undulate on the wall of golden light.

Hera stood calmly, motionless.

Acades roared, his fists struck in succession, the wind swept up, and the sky was full of burning fists that slammed into the golden wall of light.

Dense ripples ripple and spread.

Divine power is like a flame, burning brightly.

I don't know how many punches he throws, but Acades suddenly shook his body and continued to punch, and continued to punch.

His attacks could sink the continent, but they only sent ripples that spread across the wall of golden light.

The fire of divine power was extinguished, and cracks spread all over the body.

Akdes stopped, stood, head bowed.

The heart stops beating.

Above the wall of golden light, there are cracks.

Hera looked at Acades intently, reached out and gently stroked his head.

From the beginning, Akdes turned into golden sand, flowing slowly and drifting away with the wind.

Only the heart of golden light, floating in the air.

"It would be nice if it were my child."

Hera finished slowly, suddenly raised her head, looked at the city of Athens, and was about to throw the white peacock feather in her hand, when she was suddenly stunned for a moment, lowered her head, and looked at her feet.

A palm-sized skirt crumbled into powder.

Hera stayed for a long time, unable to figure out how the corner skirt was broken.

"What a good boy......"

Hera raised her head again, her gaze fell on the empty Mount of War, frowned slightly, and then stretched.

"Then it's more ripe."

After she finished speaking, her gaze wandered to the pale golden transparent heart.

The throat rolls lightly, and the corners of the mouth are moist.

She reached out and slowly grasped the transparent heart, her arm trembling slightly.

The throat keeps rolling.

A huge thick arm with its back to Hera stretched out from behind him.

Above the giant arm, thunder surrounds and dark clouds roll.

Hera swallowed her saliva and slowly placed the clear heart into the giant arm's hand.

The giant arm retracts.

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

The chewing sound was crisp and resounded through the shrine.

The corners of Hera's mouth were crystal bright.