Chapter 172

Then Hecate, holding the staff, suddenly shrank rapidly, turning into the size of a goblin, sitting firmly on Nuoyan's shoulder.

Raising her hand, she glared at Ares, who was at a loss for the series of changes in the distance.

"Go, beat him up!"

... No, it was Athena and Nuoyan who provoked you, why are you venting your anger on me!

If it were a normal person, he would be confused, even aggrieved.

But Ares wouldn't, he was indeed a rare sandbag, because he was even more excited at the moment.

"Hahaha, come on!"

Aware that the battlefield in front of him was not 'real', and therefore no matter what he did, it would not affect reality, Ares directly burst out with all his divine power.

In an instant, the earth trembled, as if the disasters of floods, earthquakes and storms had come, and its terrifying aura fiercely suppressed Nuoyan.

In response, Nuoyan at this moment just smiled faintly.

And in an instant, the power bestowed on him by the goddess Demeter appeared. Under the powerful power of several gods, the land here bloomed with flowers.

At the same time, a sky full of dark butterflies flew over and landed on all parts of the battlefield.

Light and moonlight illuminated the battlefield at the same time, making this place look like a dream.

They weakened the natural disaster and made this place look like a paradise.

"Well, although it is not the last painting, it is also a rehearsal."

Nuoyan said, raising his head confidently.

The pure white feather canvas appeared in his hand. Under the power of the power and artifact, he was now a brave man endowed with power and divine power by the gods, and at the same time a most romantic painter, painting reality.

After all, it was naturally a painting from his hand, so it must be beautiful and move the gods, just like the night is a painting and the underworld is a painting.

And this movement was naturally not small.

So with the sun and the moon coexisting, Hades, the king of the underworld, walked out of the darkness with Persephone, the queen of the underworld, and Poseidon, the god of the sea, also appeared, rolling up the surging sound of the sea in this empty space.

In addition to them, many gods were surprised to pay attention to this.

On the Argo, the sea sage Thetis, who looked at this place from afar, was unhappy. If she had known, she would not have agreed to guard the ship!

And the scenery of the painting was sketched, and the next thing was the content.

In this case, what kind of content would be worthy of it and engraved in the painting? Nuoyan quickly thought of the answer.

He raised the golden spear in his hand, and the power given by Artemis hunted Ares, so the spear firmly locked Ares in front of him.

The light shone on him at this time, the scattered silver hair swayed lightly, and the golden eyes even flashed with thunder... It was the thunder power stolen from Hecate's magic.

Seeing this, Ares actually gave the greatest cooperation at this moment... No, he just wanted to kill.

Therefore, when he realized that this attack was very strong, Ares, who laughed and tried his best to drive away his power, turned into a real disaster.

His body grew bigger and turned into a giant like Titan.

The raging power destroyed the paradise arranged by Nuoyan under his feet.

But at this moment, the rough draft of the painting that Nuoyan really drew had already appeared.

On one side was a hero favored by the gods, with flowers blooming on the earth, the sun shining on him, and the spear gathering lightning, while on the other side was an absolute disaster, the creatures on the ground were destroyed, and the high giant looked down at the human beings under his feet, arrogantly fighting with him.

Then, Nuoyan threw the spear in his hand.

The spear, with the thunder that fell down, went towards the roaring disaster.

If you really want to describe what kind of scene this is, then probably only nuclear peace can summarize it.

Then,

"Okay, the painting is done, let's fight seriously next!"

After completing his impromptu painting and presenting a gorgeous stage drama to the gods who came to watch, Nuoyan was excited and eager to fight.

What Nuoyan didn't expect was that Ares on the other side had his armor broken by half. He was obviously injured, but he still stood there proudly with his spear in his hand.

Just when Ares raised his head proudly and was about to say that he had recognized Nuoyan and that he had received his painting, Ares heard Nuoyan say this.

So Ares was stunned for a moment,

Start?

Wait, isn't it over? !

"Actually...I wanted to say it a long time ago."

At this moment, Hermes couldn't help but say: "This battle, when Nuoyan received the power blessing of our five gods, it was over, right?"

Not to mention that these five are all main gods!

In fact, it even includes Athena, who is the most capable fighter in the true sense!

So to be precise, the blessing of Athena alone is enough for Nuoyan to fight Ares.

Although even if the five main gods share their power with a mortal, it may not be greater than one, but the problem is that there is a great goddess Hecate sitting on Nuoyan's shoulder.

When she shares the power with Nuoyan and stabilizes the power of Nuoyan, it is not as simple as one plus one.

It can only be said that Nuoyan can't win under such circumstances. Is he looking up to Ares or looking down on Athena and Hecate, the top gods!

So...

"Wait, it started, isn't it already over?!"

Even the stubborn Ares noticed something was wrong at this time, and opened his eyes wide and wanted to say something, but unfortunately, Nuoyan couldn't hear him.

Hecate, who was sitting on the shoulder, now had a smile that looked like a promise... oh, no, it was a nightmare.

Hecate blocked Ares's voice from the beginning and even used some illusions, so...

"Stop, stop, stop, oh, it hurts, forget it, you guy, don't slap me in the face, Ao oh!"

Bang bang bang!

When Hermes saw this, he clapped with great excitement.

It was as if Ares saw the scene where he had promised to take the lead and was hunted down by the gods.

"Let us celebrate together, celebrate that the picture painted by the promise and the rising drama have now reached their climax again!"

Are you really not afraid of Ares slowing down and hitting you... Apollo looked at him speechlessly, wishing that Hermes would raise his feet to applaud.

Hermes didn't care at all.

He would still hesitate for other gods, but Ares... If he could be caught by Ares, or if he could not be deceived, Hermes said that he would not be the messenger of the gods and the deceiver. God!

At this moment, Athena raised her head and took out the picture she had just drawn from the sky. In the picture, it was Nuoyan holding a spear, aiming at Ares, the incarnation of disaster, from a distance.

The only difference is that in the painting, he is not alone, but there are many heroes standing behind him. They are no longer watching as before, paving the way forward for the young man with themselves, and on the road. The person behind looked up at this place and smiled.

"His paintings are as beautiful as ever."

Hera came to Athena at this time and also saw this painting.

"Is this the tenth picture?"

Immediately, Hera's eyes flashed.

Then, the last two are left, Hestia, the eldest sister of the gods, and her...the goddess of wisdom, Athena!

"No."

Athena shook her head and replied calmly: "There is only one left."

Hera was stunned for a moment, before she could react.

Athena tilted her head and looked at the Argonaut docked quietly in the distance, and said: "Because Hestia's painting will be completed the next day at the latest... Although her painting is difficult, But for the promise, it is the simplest picture."

When Hera heard this, she did not ask what kind of painting it was, but frowned and said: "Then if you put it like this, it means..."

"Yes, he has finally reached this moment."

Athena smiled, tilted her head, and looked into the distance with her golden eyes.

He looked at the body of Clotho, the goddess of fate, where Mapegassus was that day.

And as if aware of it, Clotto raised his head at this time.

Even though she couldn't see the present with her white eyes, at this moment, she still made eye contact with Athena.

Both of them looked at each other quietly. After a long time, Clotto turned around and walked into the darkness of the night with the fate of his promise.

Chapter 150: Promise, tell me who is your goddess! (5k)

After a while, the sun was finally urged to leave by the night.

Its ending coincides with the conclusion of the promise, the god of war Ares, and the Golden Fleece journey that has lasted so long.

After everything calmed down, Nuo Yan felt the passage of power under the moonlight, and his eyes towards the goddess Hecate became more and more fiery.

"What kind of look are you looking at?" Hecate, who had returned to her original state, was stared at by Nuo Yan and couldn't help but take two steps back in panic.

"I could have endured the darkness, but you made me see the light, Goddess Hecate!"

When Hecate heard this, black lines appeared on her forehead and said: "Speak humanly!"

"This feeling is so wonderful. Goddess Hecate, I find that I can't go back now. I don't want to be a weak ordinary person anymore!"

Nuoyan said loudly, and said righteously to the wide-eyed Hecate: "And this is all your fault, Goddess Hecate, so you have to be responsible for me!"

"Yes, that's right."

Hermes, who was watching the excitement, shouted, "Take responsibility!"

"Well...it's not impossible." Athena smiled.

Having said that, this guy's character has always been very bad, but because he took his promise to heart, he restrained himself a lot.

"This kid, Nuoyan, seems to really like the goddess Hecate."

Hera also chuckled beside her. After taking a look at Hecate in front of her, she suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "Oh, by the way, it seems that Hecate is still unmarried. Coming..."

"Well, no, the age difference is a bit big, isn't it?" Hades, the king of Hades, who ran out with Nyx, the goddess of night, couldn't help but interrupt the conversation after hearing this.

Look, what is the only normal god in Greek mythology?

"What's the point? Just promise that the child is happy, right?" Hestia also joined in to watch the fun, and with a smirk on her face, she took the matter to another level and said to Hera: "And Hera, look, the night Goddess Nyx also likes promises.

If this thing comes to pass, maybe she will be very happy, right? ! "

Nyx, the goddess of the night, is actually Zeus's adoptive mother.

So when Hera heard what Hestia said, her eyes lit up instantly.

Then she looked at Hecate again. She was strong enough to protect Nuoyan. She had a decent personality, and she was pretty, had a good status, and was still unmarried...

The more she looked and thought, the brighter Hera's eyes became, and the more satisfied she became.

She kept nodding on the side.

At this moment, Hecate, who cast an incredible look at Hera, was so scared that her soul was about to fly out.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Hecate hugged herself and stepped back, saying, "No, you are all crazy, don't take me with you!"

You are sick, you are all sick!

Facing Hecate's reaction, the gods looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Even Ares, who had just gotten up from the beating and had a swollen face, couldn't help laughing.

"I don't want to play with you anymore, I don't want to play anymore!"

Hecate unfolded the magic circle and began to move towards the underworld.

"Hey, wait a minute, Goddess Hecate, let's talk more..."

It would have been fine if Nuoyan didn't speak, but once he spoke, Hecate moved faster.

Then, looking at Nuoyan's depressed look, the gods couldn't help but laugh even louder, especially Hermes and Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, who all felt a little happy in their hearts.