Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

At worst, this divine body can be donated. Anyway, even if you ask him to make up a qualified message now, he will not be able to do it.

What's more, he was caught red-handed by Zeus.

There is no need to do such unnecessary things.

"No, you don't need to do that now."

Zeus's expression suddenly changed and became kind.

Even professional face-changing masters cannot compare with Zeus' current face-changing speed.

Hermes also looked confused.

Zeus's kind face not only failed to make him feel at ease, but instead made his heart involuntarily rise.

Zeus reached out and patted the armrest of the chair next to him.

A golden ball of energy appeared directly on Zeus' chest, and then slowly floated in front of Hermes.

"Take him, Hermes."

Looking at the ball of energy floating in front of him, Hermes' ugly face never disappeared.

Not for anything else.

It was just because he felt an extremely strong aura in the ball of light.

That was the spiritual aura of Zeus, the Greek Great Father God, the king of the sky.

Hermes is not a fool. The situation has been made so clear. How could he not understand what Zeus meant?

"I don't quite understand what Athena is doing, but I already know where she wants me to go."

"It just so happens that I'm a little curious about that place."

"I was originally racking my brains over what to do, but now, Hermes, you can go in my place."

In the sandbox, the power of transformation is actually very common.

Basically, every god can learn a trick if they want to.

Therefore, if you judge whether a person is real based on appearance alone in the sandbox, the uncertainty is too great.

Especially the diorama is also a place for nesting dolls.

It is normal for a god to have four, five, or even seven or eight aliases.

Confirm by appearance? Huh?

Therefore, the part of the divine aura that Zeus just distributed becomes particularly important.

Because of it, Hermes could disguise himself as Zeus almost perfectly.

As long as he doesn't take action, not even Athena can see through his true identity.

"That is to say, I must donate this divine body of mine, right?"

The so-called divine body.

In fact, to put it simply, it is the incarnation of power.

What is really useful is the power clone of the main combatant.

To disguise, of course he has to use his own main combat power clone.

Otherwise, a number that should have been three digits would become a four digit number.

Only fools fall for it.

It didn't work even if he held Zeus's face.

But this also means that his power is abolished.

No reason.

Once Athena takes action, no matter whether he is the real Zeus or not, he will be killed by that crazy woman Athena.

As for resistance?

forget it!

Just like Zeus, there was no way he could be a match for that crazy woman Athena.

That woman could pierce him with one move.

Do you really think that the divinity of Athena, the goddess of war, is a joke?

List all the Greek gods.

Except for Hestia, who is unique, there is actually no obvious difference between Zeus, Hades and Athena.

The strength is just about the same.

"So, what do you think?"

"Hermes!"

Zeus didn't look like a father at all. He had a gloomy expression on his face, as if if Hermes dared to refuse, he would tear Hermes to pieces right here and now.

"Okay, okay, okay..."

"I'll do it. I'll do it. That's all right."

Hermes nodded quickly and agreed.

On the side, Ares, who had long since woken up from the lightning strike, continued to pretend to be dead as he watched this scene of loving father and filial son.

This wonderful task should be left to Hermes alone.

He doesn't want to get involved.

……

The Greek tradition of loving fathers and filial piety is still going on.

But this is normal and happens often.

No one will care.

In the Temple of Athena.

Athena, who had just finished her work and given instructions, sat in front of her chair and poured two cups of tea in a natural and leisurely manner, placing one cup in front of herself and the other in front of the empty chair.

"Aren't you going to show up?"

"I wanted to tell you something about your new master."

"If you don't show up, forget it."

As Athena's voice slowly fell, the space around the chair in front of her suddenly changed.

The space twisted in a counterclockwise direction, and a thin purple mist spread out in all directions, with a subtle malice condensing in it.

Gradually, gradually.

Under the influence of space, the fog gradually gathered into a human shape, and the evil malice became even more overflowing.

Athena remained calm when she saw this scene.

She stretched out her white jade fingers and tapped lightly on the smooth table surface.

"Athena, you're still as ugly as ever."

A little girl with long dark purple hair, childish yet charming, and full of magic appeared directly on the chair.

"Alger, if you want to continue to seal your death and be demoted to a lower spiritual level, I can help you do it now."

Athena was emitting a chill.

The extreme oppressive force compressed the surrounding space to such a terrifying degree that even if a four-digit figure came, it would probably be crushed by this pressure.

"Oh, you think I really care about this kind of thing? Athena?"

"If I really cared, I wouldn't have done such a thing as causing chaos in the group of Bible gods, traveling alone into the three thousand worlds, and releasing the devil."

Alger smiled disdainfully, picked up the tea on the table and started sipping it in small sips.

That's right.

She, Alger, has always been a person who does things without considering the consequences.

Do things as you please.

Just act according to your mood.

Whatever she wanted to do, she did it right then and there.

If she had taken the consequences into consideration, she would not be trapped here now, but would continue to stir up trouble in the small garden like the Queen of Halloween.

Therefore, Athena's threat to her was completely insignificant.

"So, do you want to go out, Alger?"

"If you really don't want to, that would be more in line with my ideal situation. At worst, I can compensate you with something else."

Athena's aura became stronger.

To be honest.

This sentence is absolutely what Athena really thinks. She really doesn't want to release Alger.

Athena is such a proud person.

Normally, she would be too lazy to have anything to do with a being like Alger.

But why did the task of arresting Alger fall into Athena's hands?

Of course, this has to do with the fact that the Greek gods have their own interests and plans regarding Alger's existence as a magical star spirit.

But what prompted Athena to make this decision was the fact that Alger pointed at her nose and called her ugly.

Say she is ugly?

Hey!

I wonder how many males in the entire box garden want to have sex with her.

Her beauty is not inferior to that of a goddess who possesses the authority of the goddess of beauty, and is even better in some aspects.

As a result, this shameless guy actually dared to call her ugly in front of all the gods?

Even just once.

He even cursed me more than once in succession.

This made Athena immediately take over the task of imprisoning Alger.

There is a saying that goes, isn’t it very good?

The more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is, the narrow-minded she is, and the more vengeful she is.

Although Athena has big breasts, her heart is very narrow.

The other Greek gods were naturally happy to do the same.

There is no way, it is because Alger’s handling is very troublesome.

They wanted it, but dealing with a Protoss was too difficult. Now that Athena took the initiative to take over, the other gods were naturally very happy.

Then, Athena, who took over Alger, indeed demonstrated her vengeful character.

Not only are Alger completely sealed off with three layers inside and outside.

He also continued to use the power of the poet to weaken Alger's spiritual power bit by bit, and reduced Alger's spiritual power to a four-digit level.

So, she and Alger have a deep hatred.

Handing Alger over to Vitan and the others in this way would simply create trouble for one's future.

If Alger was not the most powerful bargaining chip she had besides Leticia that could impress Vitan, she would never have chosen him as a trading item.

"Interesting, it seems this situation is very important to you."

While speaking in a sarcastic tone, Alger took out a small mirror with a smile and started to comb his hair.

"What should I do? The more anxious you are, the more I don't want to go out."

"No matter how you look at it, if I don't go out, the harm to you will be greater."