The intense screeching sound seemed to tear the whole island apart, and I felt like my fragile eardrum was being punctured. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is as uncomfortable as grinding your fingernails on a blackboard. After a while, the cacophony disappeared. But I always feel like there's still a sound lingering in my ears.

I looked up and saw through the gap in the branches a large bird with its wings folded and swooping down at great speed. Wait, it's not a big bird, it's a big bird with a human face. Peter gave me a push, and I was thrown to the ground, and then he jumped up on me. At this time, his silver sword had already come out of its scabbard and was tightly held in his hand.

With a thud, I looked up. A woman in a white robe stands barefoot on a tree cart. Her long blonde hair was draped around her waist, and her arms were two huge feathered wings. I have to say, although I guessed that she wasn't a kind creature, I was attracted to her appearance.

"Behind me, Li Han. It's a siren. ”

I hurried behind Peter, it was strange that I would hide behind someone who was younger than me, but I felt that it was not a mistake, after all, Peter should have more experience in dealing with monsters than I did.

Peter leaped effortlessly, jumped onto the vine-twisted track, swung his sword in his hand, and slashed towards the siren. The siren spread her wings and ducked back, her face suddenly changed, from a beautiful woman like a flower to a hideous big-eyed monster, she opened her mouth and showed her jagged teeth and screamed. The cacophony sounded again, and I immediately covered my ears and saw Peter's sword fall from his hand. Peter also covered his ears at this time, and knelt on the tree rails with his legs.

Seeing that the siren opened its big mouth to bite Peter, the rattan around him suddenly swung and wrapped around the siren like a snake, tightly restraining the big ugly bird. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the sirens swung their big brown and yellow wings with all their might, ripping off all the vines around me. Once again, I was immersed in fear. Peter suddenly grabbed the siren's feet again, and she began to scream in pain, harsh, but not the same terrible scream. I noticed that the place where Peter grabbed it started to turn red, like it was about to catch fire. The siren frantically kicked Peter off and flew away.

Peter staggered to his feet and grabbed me to run.

"Why, didn't she fly away?" I asked, running after him.

"Look up. Peter gasped.

I looked up and saw a large group of sirens in the sky, all screaming and hovering in the air, and then quickly swooping down.

"Quick, there's a tree hole in front, quickly hide in it. "Peter and I, like rabbits, got into a hole in a tree in front of us. I finally caught my breath and felt a bitter taste in my mouth.

I didn't know what to say at this point, and since I didn't know if the sirens had a good sense of hearing or smell, I thought I should keep quiet, or at least I could be sure they wouldn't rely on the former to find us.

The screeching outside suddenly disappeared, and with it a fluttering sound echoed around the trees, and I suddenly had a terrible thought and looked at Peter. He seemed to understand what I meant and nodded. That's right, at this time a whole bunch of sirens were surrounding the tree where we were hiding. Well, at best, at least I can deduce that the sirens rely on smell to find us. But what's the use of knowing this habit at this time?

I fantasized that Peter could use his divine hands to set the tree on fire to drive away the sirens, at least he was the son of the god of fire. But if he could, he would have done it a long time ago. The only thing I can do is pray that some miracle will come along, or that some awesome character will come out to save us, just like in the movies. Then I think back to the strange things that happened to my friends in the past two days (although I can't protect myself now). Well, I know I shouldn't be thinking about this at this point, I should find a way to escape. But by this time, my brain was confused, probably because I had never encountered such danger before. I would even wonder if it was all just a dream, and I would wake up if I just closed my eyes and opened them again, or pinched myself.

"Oh!" cried Peter. I noticed that I was static. At this point, I really wanted to find a hole to get into, but I didn't help much, but caused trouble, and from Alastair's point of view, I didn't know that I had recruited all these big birds.

Just as my thoughts wandered, I felt Peter poke me. I saw that something was flashing in my fingertips that had just started static electricity. No, it can't be said to be static electricity anymore, but it's expanding, until it's getting around my right hand.

Pick up that sword.

It was the same voice ringing in my head again. This is the voice that woke me up when I just arrived on the island of the demigods, so powerful and powerful. I didn't know what was happening, but I felt I should do as the voice instructed, and I drew the sword from Peter's scabbard, and the electricity in my hand instantly wound around the silver sword, and I thrust the sword into the top of the hole.

Suddenly there was a deafening sound of lightning outside, and I felt a tremendous amount of energy flow down the sword into my body, followed by a jumble of screams, followed by a succession of plops. Peter and I hid for a while longer, and then there was no movement. We cautiously went out.

The bodies of the sirens were scattered across the green forest floor, and I looked around in surprise with a foul smell of burnt burning in the air. That's supposed to be what I did, yes.

"Well done," Peter patted me the back, "son of Zeus." ”

"Son of Zeus?"

"Yes, you just summoned lightning, and Zeus's weapon is lightning. I didn't expect your father to be the god of the gods. ”

I didn't know what to be surprised about, I knew I was a demigod, but I only thought that my father was a minor god. Now I am both happy to know who my father is, and excited that my father is Zeus. But again, the question arises, why did my father never see me?

"Alright, son of Zeus, let's go back to the treecart, and I'd like to hurry to Mr. Okanos to report the matter. ”

"Yes, Peter. Have you ever met your father?"

"No, our fathers are the Lord God. Their power is sustained by the faith of the human race, and now there are very few humans who believe in them, so our parents have little power left. You'll see Mr. Okanos in a moment, and he'll explain it to you. Peter took his sword and chopped the branches in boredom.

We came to the tree car that had just left and continued the speed journey of the tree car. Peter seemed unaffected and continued his cheers. However, my heart was full of questions about why my father could help me invisibly without seeing me, and why strange creatures were always chasing me. Now I am pretty sure that the two types of dangers I have encountered so far have originated with me. I looked down at my hand, and I couldn't feel that powerful current anymore.

It can be said that the island of the demigods is indeed a fairyland, and the creatures here seem to be living happily. A few cheetahs with wings ran with us, and I seemed to see a few mermaids by the creek I passed, and a few blue flowers that walked with their roots jumped from tree to tree, and the whole forest seemed to come out of the siren's fear.

The treehouse began to slow down again, and in front of my eyes there was a treehouse that looked exactly like Peter's, also made of the branches of a large banyan tree with the branches at its top. Smoke rises from the top of the treehouse, creating a beautiful picture against the backdrop of the setting sun. An elderly man with a white beard poked his head out of the window.

"Oh, Peter, that's great. Today I cooked three delicious singlefish, come and try them. ”