Chapter 177 The Birth of the Minotaur God (Bounty Begins, First Update, Please Vote)

A few days later, on a verdant island.

The bright sunshine sprinkled on the beach, exuding warmth; the moist sea breeze blew through the woods, bringing fresh air.

A figure under the shade of the tree yawned as if waking up from a dream, stretched his limbs lazily, and then changed his posture, ready to continue enjoying the wonderful time on the sunny beach.

However, the softness and delicacy of the hand made him shudder, and he subconsciously opened his eyes.

Suddenly, a "mat" with blond hair and blue eyes, a convex and concave shape, and a good sleep quality came into view.

Lorne's expression was slightly stiff. After trying to recall for a while, he had no impression of it, and could only look at the blond goddess under him with a little embarrassment.

"That..."

"Thetis, I saved you ashore."

The blond goddess seemed to know what the other party wanted to ask, and answered lightly, but the voice exuded a sense of resentment in the dark.

"So, can you get up now?"

"Oh, sorry."

Hearing the other party's faint reminder, Lorne came back to his senses, and quickly climbed up from the other party with a dry laugh, looking at the sea goddess quietly.

Thetis? So this is what she really looks like?

She is unexpectedly beautiful, no wonder Zeus, the old pervert, is thinking about her.

The man under the shade of the tree admired the beauty of the sea goddess in front of him, and a subtle feeling rose in his heart.

It's really an unavoidable fate...

In fact, there is a second half of the long heroic epic "Iliad" about the confrontation between Lykurgos, the king of Thracian, and Dionysus, the god of wine.

"Because he fought against the gods, he once drove the crazy nurse of Dionysus off the sacred Mount Nisa. They were beaten to death by the murderous Lycurgus with a goad, and escaped into the waves. Thetis took him into her arms, and the roar of mortals still made him tremble." In short, under the intimidation of Lycurgus, Dionysus in his childhood turned into a bull and escaped. He was driven into the sea and survived under the protection of the sea goddess Thetis. Although he was not the young god of wine in the original history, and Lycurgus was not just the king of Thrace. But after being injured and entering the sea, he ran into this scene with Thetis and still could not escape the trajectory of fate. Just as Loen's thoughts were surging, his "lifesaver" bit his cherry lips and couldn't help but said coldly: "Have you seen enough?" Realizing that this gaze seemed a bit rude, Loen quickly retracted his gaze and stepped back a few steps, trying to show that he had no intention of offending. "Stop!"

However, when Thetis saw this, she immediately stopped the retreating figure, angry and anxious.

"Help me up!"

"Ah?"

Hearing this strange request, looking at the sea goddess lying motionless on the beach, Lorne was a little confused and asked subconsciously.

"What happened to you?"

"It's all your fault!"

Thetis complained angrily, saying that she had rescued him with good intentions, but was squeezed to exhaustion by a human-shaped juicer.

After listening to the victim's resentful narration, Lorne was ashamed.

Without thinking about it, he understood what was going on.

It was simply because he was too seriously injured and could not resist the will of death contained in the divine spear. The body's self-protection mechanism was stimulated, and he took Thetis who was approaching as a blood pack, forcibly plundering the ocean divinity in the other's body to gradually remove the remaining power in the body.

No wonder he felt refreshed after waking up. He was so seriously injured and could recover so quickly.

After a long time, this sea goddess was not only used as a meat cushion, but also made a blood bag for him for several days.

Seeing that a certain culprit was still standing there stupidly, Thetis became even more angry.

"Why don't you come quickly?"

Hearing the resentful call, Loen came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly helped the sea goddess who was considered to be a favor to him up from the beach.

After several days and nights of oppression, Thetis was obviously tormented. Even if she was helped up, her whole body seemed to have no bones, and she collapsed on Loen's body limply, unable to even walk.

"How about I carry you?"

Seeing this, Loen took the initiative to speak up.

After the other party nodded sullenly, he carefully carried the sea goddess on his back, and according to the other party's instructions, brought her to the bedroom built on the island and placed her on the soft bed made of a large clam.

"Rest first. I'll set up some magic circles nearby to help you recover as soon as possible. If you need anything, call me anytime."

As he said that, Lorne left Thetis's bedroom, cut his finger, used the divine blood as ink, and devoted himself to drawing runes.

Looking at the busy figure outside the palace, the sea goddess lying in the clam shell finally let go of her guard as if relieved. Her tense body gradually relaxed, and her barely-raised spirit also sank into a deep sleep.

She was too tired after being tossed around for several days and nights.

You believe me so soon?

Seeing the defenseless sleeping beauty in the clam shell, Lorne shook his head with a smile and tears, patiently finished the last stroke of the magic circle, and activated it.

Suddenly, several interlaced light patterns rose from the ground, turning into a closed ring, completely protecting Thetis and her bedroom.

As the talisman flickered, the magic factors around it continued to converge towards the center.

After doing all this, Lorne clapped his hands in satisfaction, turned around and came to a deep pool, sank his mind into the ocean of consciousness, and began to carefully check his own condition.

It must be said that with the nourishment of Thetis, the blood-replenishing pack, he recovered very well and his injuries were healed.

Moreover, the natal grapevine in the golden roulette also grew further. The green and red vines spread into the fifth space in the golden roulette. The ripe grapes on the branches dripped purple-red divine liquid, and gathered into a divine phantom holding a spear, with a violent and crazy breath.

——The fifth incarnation, the warrior!

Lorne looked at the twelve-sided dice on the bronze altar, which had 5 sides lit up, and couldn't help but open his eyes and clenched his fists excitedly.

Obviously, after he fought with Ares and completely killed the other's incarnation, the grapevine that drank a lot of war blood and devoured the remaining power of the divine heart successfully catalyzed the fifth incarnation for him.

Great-grandfather was really generous. Not only did he send his head thousands of miles away to help him condense the fifth incarnation, but he also deliberately gave him rare equipment after knowing that he didn't have a suitable weapon for the time being.

While joking and teasing, Lorne opened the magic array map, took out the sealed divine spear, and held it in his hand to examine it carefully.

Legend has it that Mars, the god of war, one of the three supreme gods of Rome, once gave his son Romulus a [Spear of the Founding of the Nation] made of branches of the World Tree, and ordered him to establish the Roman Empire on the Seven Hills.

According to the origin of Greek mythology and Roman mythology, if I guessed correctly, this is the [Spear of the Founding of the Nation] in the future.

What a good thing!

Lorne sighed, and couldn't let go of the artifact that had caused him so much trouble before.

However, as they came into contact with each other, blood-colored light patterns floated on the spear, and bursts of violent buzzing bursts broke out, as if trying to break free from the shackles and return to the old master.

Oh, want to run?

A certain experienced Minotaur God sneered disdainfully, and the fifth incarnation immediately condensed behind him.

Suddenly, the [Warrior] bathed in blood shouted, stretched out his hand to grab the restless and struggling spear, and the domineering and pure war divinity was madly infused into the interior of the artifact, burning the original mark and marking the new ownership.

A moment later, the [Spear of Nation-making] that changed its owner stopped being restless, completely obedient, and made a tame tremor in Loen's hand.

However, before a certain Minotaur God who succeeded again could be happy, a scarlet blood light tore through the clouds and fell on the island of Cyprus like a red comet.

Amid the violent explosion, the burly and fierce figure crossed the burning flames, stepped out of the deep pit, and burst into an angry roar.

"My war spear! Who? Who did it! I'm going to kill him!"

Well, the victim is chasing me.

On the nameless island, Lorne casually inserted the spear into the magic circle, looked up at the scarlet blood light that dyed half of the sky on Cyprus Island, and a hint of ill will appeared in his eyes.

It just so happens that the next play still needs your cooperation, great-grandfather...