"..."
"...Quick, fight quickly."
"One death is good, and dying together is better!"
"If you all die... then I'll see if your wealth is worthy of the achievements you talk about."
Only the lip shape changed, without any sound.
With his eyes wide open, Paris in the bushes was afraid and excited at the same time.
Like the old witch, the young man was indeed not an ordinary guy, but this was interesting.
As for whether they could fight... Paris said that he was just thinking about it casually.
It was like the delusion that the ordinary life was suddenly broken, and someone told him that he was actually the son of the God King who was stranded in the world and was destined to become a hero who would go down in history.
The probability of success was almost zero, but this did not affect people's imagination.
So he smiled subconsciously, and the expectation for the future was always beautiful... But the next moment, the prince of Troy suddenly found that the environment around him seemed to have changed.
"!"
Startled, the sun shone on Paris' body, but it could not warm his body.
The bushes in front of the prince disappeared without a trace, and he was exposed in front of the two people by the pool.
Paris came back to his senses and slowly raised his head.
Looking at the two beings looking at him, the prince tried to force a smile.
"... That, I..."
"Haha, don't be nervous, handsome young man. I am not a big shot, and there is no saying that I can't allow others to stay with me."
With a smile, the old face looked more and more ferocious.
Atropos didn't seem to see Paris's subconscious disgust, but continued to smile and asked:
"I don't know what you think about my proposal just now?"
"What?"
After a pause, Paris was a little confused, because he didn't listen to what they said seriously just now.
The goddess of fate, who was leaning on a cane, saw this scene and breathed a little, and then swallowed it again.
Huh... This is a mortal, even a mortal favored by fate is so foolish.
But fate will never favor an existence forever, and mortals are even more so.
Thinking of this, Atropos' mood recovered a little.
She forced a smile again and began to repeat what she had said before.
"As you can see, there are some conflicts between me and this young man on certain matters."
"We both think that we are extraordinary, but we cannot convince each other - this is a difficult problem to solve, but fortunately at this moment, we found you beside us."
"Nothing is fairer than the judgment of a stranger, after all, you don't know either of us.
"So we decided to give you the qualification to judge, what do you think?"
"..."
"...Of course...My name is Paris.
" "For this matter, I think I can indeed give it a try."
His expression changed from nervous to calm, and then from calm to eager to hide.
Whether it was Ryan or Atropos, they all saw Paris's seemingly obscure but obvious thoughts at the moment, but they did not expose them.
They just watched the handsome prince pretend to hesitate for a long time, and then put forward their own request.
"You two, if it is God who lets me meet you today and makes such a judgment, I naturally have no reason to refuse."
"But before that, maybe I should see your true level... This will also facilitate me to make the right choice."
"I have no objection."
Smiling and nodding, Ryan soon heard Atropos agreeing.
However, the goddess of fate immediately said that not everyone is qualified to watch her work.
In this regard, Ryan readily accepted.
"Then Paris, please follow me."
Atropos waved her hand with a hoarse voice.
Although there were some minor episodes in the middle, the result was no different.
She came for Paris, after all, the trajectory of fate was getting more and more serious.
Before, the goddess of fate did not plan to show up herself.
She wanted to let this young man she met by chance act as a tool, and she would lure him to make a choice as a prophet and teach him the secret of "prophecy" - of course, this is not a real prophecy.
Because Atropos would show the fate she wanted to see in front of the caster under the guise of this secret technique, and because she was the goddess of fate, almost no one could find out that it was wrong.
In this way, the young man can guide the "future king of Troy" onto the right path for the sake of desire and benefit, and he can also withdraw from it.
The wealth and glory he enjoys in this process is his reward. As for the price... it is naturally to face the destined death when fate requires it.
Atropos thought this was very reasonable. Many mortals would be willing to choose to exchange their lives for more than ten years of wealth.
However, the attitude of this human finally angered her, and the goddess decided to choose another path.
"Come... Come here."
"Paris, I think you must be curious about why our sisters' fabrics are unparalleled in the world."
The shadow of the tree canopy cast on the body, making it even darker and more terrifying.
Atropos stretched out his hand and took out the black scissors from his arms.
"Because they can not only be worn on the body, but also show a person's future achievements... Come here, I will show you the glory that should belong to you in the future..." Paris swallowed his saliva and looked at the scene in front of him. He always felt like he was about to be sacrificed.
After hesitating for a long time, he looked back at Ryan who was vaguely visible in the distance, and the prince still chose to step forward.
It is said that wizards master all kinds of evil witchcraft, but their bodies are extremely fragile.
Although Paris does not know whether this kind of "fragility" is really that weak, or just weak compared to those demigod heroes.
But the witch in front of him does not look strong no matter how he looks at it.
As a direct descendant of God, no matter how weak she is, Paris is still capable.
Besides, who would not be interested in his future achievements?
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Tap tap...
for a long time, by the pool.
With a tangled mood, Paris came to the bluestone where Ryan was sitting.
The young prince did not hide his hesitation, although he could even feel the burning eyes behind him staring at him.
Investing in a king... It sounds like that, but he was still a little flustered.
Although he was only planning to earn some benefits, Paris never expected that he would be involved in it.
Accept it? The prince thought so, but he subconsciously rejected it.
Because even the goddess of fate, who knew everything about Paris, from birth to all the unknowns in the future, did not notice that she actually made a serious mistake, or it was a problem that she subconsciously forgot.
That is, as a handsome man, as a man who loves beauty more than power and wisdom, Paris has always been a real face control.
Lachesis can do some things, and Clotho can do some things, but as the eldest sister of the goddess of fate, Atropos himself did it, which was destined to add a lot of trouble.
Because the throne is very tempting, and the legendary beauty is also very tempting, but when these are said by an ugly old woman, even if the future scene looks so real, Paris still has doubts.
"...Mr. Paris, you look confused?"
Pah -
the stone fell into the pool, splashing some waves.
Ryan's words interrupted Paris's thoughts, awakening him from his tangle. The prince pondered for a moment.
Touching the cold scissors in his arms, thinking about the rumors about witches, Paris finally nodded slowly.
"Yes, I learned something from that... lady."
"But I don't know if I should really believe it, after all, she doesn't look that kind."
"Then what is your work, Mr. Ivan?"
"Compared to her, I'm actually looking forward to your results."
"My results... that depends on what you want."
Smiling, Ryan asked:
"Do you want the power of the kingdom, extraordinary wisdom, or the beauty that overwhelms everyone?"
"!"
Paris looked up suddenly, and he didn't expect to hear such a response.
Just now on the magical silk thread, the prince seemed to see his past.
And when they were woven into cloth, the prince seemed to see his future.
He saw that he had won the favor of the beauty and enjoyed the happiness and joy of the world.
"You... you know -"
"- It's obvious that my weaving skills are better than that lady's."
"Perhaps that's why she wants you to kill me to fill the ugly hatred in her heart."
Pah -
without looking back, Ryan threw another stone into the pond and pointed to the pond in front of him.
"This is... part of my work."
"Cut the cloth she gave you and throw it into the pond.
"Maybe you can see... something else she didn't tell you."
The three gods of Mount Nisa, Clotho made the thread, Lachesis measured the length, but the final result was still the scissors of Atropos to cut the fate.
So the goddess of fate didn't want to show Paris's original destined end, so she didn't use it to cut.
But Ryan didn't want her to hide it, so he gave the prince a chance to watch.
As for why he still participated in the affairs of these gods when he was clearly walking in the world as a human being -
"At the end of this era, these three goddesses of fate should no longer stay in the world. "
And you have to get this pair of scissors in your hand in advance..."
Throwing the third stone into the pool, Ryan could vaguely see the black scissors through the gap in Paris's clothes.
He would meet the three goddesses of fate one by one.
But due to the special authority of fate, he could not let his incarnation judge them with power.
Just like today, although Atropos was so "fragile", Ryan also knew that as long as Chaos' fate in the world was still there, nothing could really hurt her except fate itself.
Even the other two goddesses of fate and their artifacts were actually meaningless to her.
Fortunately, in addition to this, the goddesses of fate themselves could also be hurt.
Perhaps, this is also an alternative balance.
PS: Staying up late to read novels is not advisable, the same thing will happen the next day.
The handle of the scissors was cold and hard when he touched it.
He looked back, and although he saw nothing, the young prince seemed to still see Atropos's eyes full of arrogance and disdain.
So be it, since this is a gift from the other party, he has the right to deal with it.
As for the future recorded above, Paris believed that he would never forget it. Instead of
burying doubts in his heart, it is better to see it with his own eyes.
"Huh--"
He exhaled a foul breath and took out the black scissors from his clothes.
Without visions and decorations, Paris held the artifact that could cut off his fate, and then took out the cloth that reflected his future.
Click--
a cut fell, and when the cloth scattered into silk threads, when the silk threads hammered into the water, the prince reached out and touched the water surface.
The next moment, he was swallowed by the surging water.
"--Wait!"
"Paris, what did you do?"
Almost at the same time, a sharp shout came from afar.
The moment the scissors touched the thread, Atropos realized what had happened.
A piercing pain struck her heart. As the goddess of fate, she should not have shown the future to the other party.
But in order to correct the deflected trajectory, Atropos had to make concessions.
However, even so, her ultimate goal was still to get everything back on track, rather than leading to a greater deviation.
But if Paris knew everything, would he still follow the path he had arranged?
Wow -
"No!"
The prince's figure disappeared in the water, and the goddess of fate, who came from a distance, looked at the place where he disappeared painfully.
At this moment, no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, Atropos could only face reality.
Besides, there was also him...
He raised his head stiffly, and his old face was full of anger and suspicion.
Is this a trap? Who dares to plot fate?
In addition to the three goddesses of Mount Nissa, who else can interfere with the power of fate?
"Who are you, and what is your relationship with the Night Mother?"
"No matter who you are instructed by, I hope you can understand that those who try to distort fate will inevitably be punished by fate."
"Even the three phases of eternal night cannot change the destined laws!"
The cane hit the ground fiercely. Until this moment, Atropos was still trying to save it.
However, sitting on the stone by the pond, Ryan just shook his head slightly.
"Are you so anxious to just reveal what you have concealed?"
"Since we have embarked on different paths, why not accept its difference."
Turning slightly, looking at the ugly goddess of fate, Ryan issued her the first and last invitation.
"Let go of your defense of destiny. As the goddess of fate, you are just the agent of Chaos's destiny."
"You have never been destiny, and destiny has never really given itself to you."
"What is the difference between you and Paris to Him?"
"Changing a script, changing a path, may be another way out... Try to use the power you have to influence Him, how about starting with Paris?"
"If you are willing, let everything in heaven and on earth bear witness for me. I can let Him impose the backlash of destiny on you on me." It's
not a lie, it's not a deception.
Ryan doesn't need to lie to Atropos.
If she is willing to choose to believe, then Ryan is really willing to use his human body to bear the curse of destiny on her.
Even all this has been prepared long before the ancient years... From the time when the sacred mountain of Sinaia rose, from the time when he gave his palace such a name.
Ryan knew that sooner or later he would have a connection with the goddess of fate. (See 2-6)
Reaching out his hand, he didn't mind the wrinkled and smelly body of the other party.
All this was caused by the backlash of fate, and it could also disappear because of the elimination of the backlash.
However, facing the hand that Ryan stretched out, Atropos raised his cane in disgust and hit it hard.
Snap!
"Enough, who do you think you are? How dare you say that you can change the trajectory of fate!"
"From the beginning to the end, the order of all things originates from this. No one can change Him, and no one is an exception!"
Without the slightest trust, the goddess of fate would not believe that anyone could bear the backlash of fate for her.
She just felt that Ryan was laughing at her and wanted to ridicule her ugly appearance when facing hope and disappointment.
In the long river of the fate of all living beings, Atropos had seen similar things more than once.
So she pushed Ryan's hand away mercilessly, and then turned around and prepared to leave.
This time she made a mistake, but that was just because she didn't know that someone dared to interfere with fate.
However, even an outer god like the mother tree still had to use the destined Typhon to show his power in the world.
Apart from the untraceable source that caused Chaos' fate to be disrupted, anyone who opposes Him will only be punished in equal measure by Him...
"Huh?"
Startled, Atropos realized something at this moment.
She had never understood before, with the lessons of the gods of all generations still before her eyes, who dared to make things difficult for her.
However, at this moment, the goddess of fate suddenly remembered.
It seems that there is indeed something in this world that can do this, and it has even been doing it until today.
He is the black hole in the web of fate, swallowing up all the light that approaches; he is also the eye of water in the river of fate, swallowing up the water continuously.
All the changes in Chaos' fate so far have a source at the root.
Although the goddesses of fate have been patching up fate, what they really want to do is to find this source.
"No, you, you are-" With eyes wide open, she spoke subconsciously.
At this moment, Atropos was extremely excited.
Although the three goddesses of fate had different opinions on the source of all the disturbances,
as their eldest sister, Atropos wanted to do only one thing.
That was to find Him, and then use herself as a carrier to carry the true power of fate without limit.
As the goddess of fate, Atropos could do this when fate itself was under great threat.
And in the face of this supreme power, no matter how deep the loopholes were, they would be completely filled.
Maintaining fate and becoming a tool for its power manifestation at critical moments, this is the value of the goddess of fate.
After all, fate itself will not kill anyone, but the hand of fate can; just as the laws of the world will not directly attack any god, but the king of gods can.
"I found you!"
Surprise surged in her heart. If she really found the source of everything, then maybe she could really be liberated.
With her thoughts turning, Atropos could not help but take a step forward excitedly.
However, before she could do anything, accompanied by a long sigh, the old and ugly face was completely frozen there.
The nameless pool glowed slightly, and Paris's presence reflected a shadow in it.
The black scissors exuded the fluctuation of cutting fate, and the silk thread given by Atropos swirled and danced, reflecting another identical goddess of fate in the reflection.
It's just that her appearance was a little dull, and anyone could easily notice the problem.
But people can notice the problem, but the rules can't.
So a certain power just flashed, and it returned to normal because the goddess of fate was "safe and sound".
Standing up from the bluestone, Ryan retracted his hand that he had stretched out before, and it was a little funny for a while.
It was the first time in the god's life that he was hit directly in the body, and the opponent was the goddess of fate who might not be able to beat a mortal, and the weapon was an ordinary cane.
"I'm sorry, Atropos, you still rejected my kindness."
"In that case, I have to use the most troublesome method."
Slowly stepping forward, Ryan walked to the position one step in front of the goddess of fate.
He knew what Atropos wanted to do just now, which was why he had to deal with the goddess of fate.
Whether it is the God King or the Goddess of Fate, they can, to a certain extent, become the carriers of some truly powerful forces at a critical moment.
It is precisely for this reason that Ryan needs all the "good medicine" against them.
It's just that the position of the God King has the "destined" "next generation" of the God King to target, but the Goddess of Fate does not have the "next generation of Goddess of Fate defined by order".
So it is impossible to use his own rules to fight, then he can only go on the field himself.
"...You...will...regret...it..."
"...Even...if...you...imprison...me...
" "...I...still...have...a...sister
..." "...and...you...imprison...fate..."
"...will...also...be...back...bitten..."
A vague thought came out from the still body, and Atropos seemed to be recovering the ability to move little by little.
In any case, as the goddess of fate, although she has almost no power to influence others, it is also difficult for others to influence her.
Ryan's trick is only temporary, and only her own power can truly imprison herself.
And Ryan also knew that even if she did so, he would still have to pay an equal price.
This is fate, the power that has always made him feel cautious and fearful.
Ryan even once doubted whether he had changed fate itself, or just stood on the side of fate, helping Him to defeat the other side that belonged to the world and whose trajectory was destined to be unchangeable.
But no matter what, since he did this, Ryan had made all preparations.
Splash...
"Wizard, die!"
With a splash of water, Paris jumped out of the pool.
Not knowing what he saw, the young prince angrily pointed the black scissors at its original owner.
This is the artifact that Atropos personally handed to Pallas, but at this moment, just like the god of death who was once bound by his own chains, when the scissors entered the body, the goddess of fate, who was still struggling, instantly stopped moving.
What was left was only the eyes containing resentment and curses, still staring at Ryan.
"I know what you are thinking. I guided Pallas to 'kill' you, and one day, I will also be 'killed'."
"Of course, I can try to postpone it, or even delay its arrival indefinitely - but don't worry, I never intend to do that."
"Beyond power, for the existence that truly transcends everything, death is just a dream."
"And when the dream wakes up... He will return to the world in another way."
Reaching out, he tried to close Atropos' eyes, but Ryan failed.
So with a low laugh, Ryan dug out the eyes of the goddess of fate.
In some ways, fate is indeed fair.
Atropos tried to use Paris to achieve its goal, so she also failed.
She hit Ryan's arm with a cane, so she will lose her eyes forever.
From then on, the blind witch lived up to her name, because their ancestors were no different from them.
"Mr. Paris, it seems that you have gained a lot."
Blood was left in Atropos's eyes and heart, but Ryan no longer cared about her.
The first of the three goddesses of fate has ended.
Now, only Paris is left.
PS: No, I sleep during the day. Do you also sleep during the day? There are still people here at five o'clock, emmm
In the quiet forest, beside the calm water pool.
Holding the black scissors, the young prince stabbed the old woman who stood stiffly like a sculpture, as if venting his fear and anger.
However, when the high point of his emotions passed, Paris gradually regained his sanity as he watched the dark golden blood oozing from the old body.
Golden blood, that is the color of divine blood, and the blood from the God King also confirmed this result.
The blood of the gods, or the gods themselves.
The reason why he was not sure was because of the gray matter mixed in the blood.
The prince did not know what fate was backlashing, but his instinct told him that this was definitely not a good thing.
"Mr. Paris, it seems that what you saw in the water was not very beautiful."
"But don't worry, no matter what you saw, it was just a direction for the future."
"Just like you now, you have embarked on a completely different path. War and death are no longer with you."
As if seeing the prince's confusion, Ryan smiled and comforted him.
No matter what, Paris helped him today, and he shouldn't return empty-handed.
Maybe he can give him a good place to stay, so that he can avoid this war that affects the world... However, just when Ryan was about to continue speaking, the prince suddenly raised his head.
After taking a look at the black scissors, Paris's eyes slowly moved up.
When their eyes crossed in the air, Ryan did not see fear in the prince's eyes, but only desire and struggle.
"This... Your Excellency."
"She is dead, and the things she showed me should not have a chance to become real, right."
Paris spoke slowly, as if he was choosing his words.
"Yes, you are right, at least you can understand it this way."
"Atropos will not come to you again... As for the things she showed you, they had no chance of becoming real."
Ryan nodded slightly, agreeing with this.
"Is that so..."
With a flicker in his eyes, the prince subconsciously brushed his hand over the black scissors.
Dark golden blood flowed from it, making this seemingly ordinary tool mysterious and dangerous.
However, feeling the cold touch, Paris' heart became hot.
"Then, sir, it seems that you have got what you wanted and took the opportunity to kill your enemy - although this was not agreed upon in advance, I did provide you with some help, right?"
"That's right, so if you want to know something, I'm happy to help you solve your doubts."
"If you want anything, I can also try to help you achieve it."
With a frown, Ryan nodded again.
But at this moment, looking at the prince's changing eyes, Ryan realized the other party's true thoughts.
It's easy to change the country, but it's hard to change one's nature... Perhaps some things, even without the influence of fate, are destined to happen.
However, although he had already guessed it, Ryan still asked a question at the end.
"So Paris, after you have accomplished all this, what exactly do you want?"
"Is it power, wealth, or a long life and an everlasting beauty?"
"No matter which one you choose, I can satisfy you."
"No, I don't want any of them."
With a firm tone, the prince said slowly: "I want all of these, but I have experienced them all."
"Power, I was born the son of a king, and wealth, I have never lacked it."
"And now I'm not old yet, why should I worry about my youth?"
"So if I have to choose the one I want most... then I have only one answer."
Word by word, in front of Ryan, Paris finally read out the name that had haunted him in the vision just now.
"Helen, I want Helen."
"I only want her, I am her favorite, and she is my only one; and having witnessed the hardships of the future, we will never repeat the same mistakes."
"..."
"...If you want to find her, why come to me?"
"You should know where she is and how to bring her back."
After a moment of silence, Ryan looked at Paris, as if looking at a plank that was heading towards the abyss.
However, standing near the nameless pool, the prince was unaware.
"Of course I know where she is, and I will never forget every moment with her, even though it was just a meeting in a fantasy.
"But this time is different, this time, I will not take her away secretly, I will take her away from home openly; and this time, even if there is still no medicine for Oenone's wound, I can live to the end of my life. "
Oenone, the daughter of the river god Cobryn, is Paris's true wife and the only one who could save him from death in the prophecy.
But in the original destiny, the prince abandoned her for Helen.
And finally, when she was shot by an arrow, there was no cure and she could only face death in despair.
This time, although the situation had changed, Paris had the same idea.
"You want this pair of scissors, right? But this was handed to me by the witch herself."
"Although I don't know its true use, I know that without the user's permission, no one else can use this special tool."
"Since you claim to have more sophisticated skills than her, show it, so that I can fight against the hero's bow and arrow and take Helen away from Sparta."
"One for one, the scissors are yours and the power is mine. This is my only request. "
Although he knew that the person in front of him might not be a kind person, he might not be dissatisfied with his request.
But just like the myth recorded that Paris dared to give up Hera and Athena and chose the obviously weaker Aphrodite, it was enough to show that he was a "qualified" Chaos hero.
Risking his life for a momentary dispute, attacking a kingdom for a beauty, and even provoking the gods to show off his abilities, and then finally being punished and cursed by the gods.
The prince of Troy is such a person, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.
"...Okay, if this is what you want, then I promise you."
"Today's matter ends here. You will get what you want."
He nodded slowly. Since Paris wanted such power, Ryan would give it to him.
Reaching out to break off a branch from the nearest tree, Ryan wiped it off, leaving only a wooden stick with seven sections.
With a little force, the stick pierced his finger, and the blood dyed the stick red.
Ryan then inserted it into Atropos' bleeding wound. Like two magnets attracting each other, the dark golden blood mixed with the stick.
The blood of 'man' and the blood of 'god', the intersection of fate and fate.
Paris was rewarded for stabbing the goddess of fate to death, and his reward also came from this.
Time passed by minute by minute, until his face lost three points of blood color, and Atropos' wound no longer flowed dark golden liquid drops, and the nearly two palm-long wooden stick had changed greatly at this time. Seven tree-grown links were arranged in a regular pattern, just like the bones of a finger.
Fine lines followed the wood grain, like blood vessels and skin.
With a long breath, Ryan handed it to the young prince, and Paris took it with a puzzled look on his face.
"What is this?"
"This is the 'power' you want, which can fulfill your wish."
Ryan said calmly.
"Power, why don't I feel it?"
Paris frowned, a little disappointed.
Can a blood-stained stick also help him bring Helen back?
Holding the bottom of the stick, the young prince didn't know what to do for a while.
There was no special feeling, as if it was just an ordinary branch that could be easily broken... However, when Paris was about to ask, he suddenly had an inexplicable intuition. He
raised the stick above his head, with the tip pointing to the sky.
The next moment, right in front of the prince, the clouds over the entire mountain range began to rotate.
From a little bit, to forming a huge vortex.
But in just a moment, the sky had darkened.
"This... this is!"
He didn't know the principle, nor how he did it. It seemed that he just wanted it to be like this, and everything was achieved.
The prince looked at the forger beside him in surprise, but Ryan was no longer looking at him at this moment.
"This is what you want."
"You thought she was a witch... so she could be one."
"You don't understand what witchcraft is, so you still don't understand it now."
"But it doesn't matter, because as the key and core of this incident, it was born because of you, and it should belong to you."
"You can think of it as the reward you get after "overcoming fate."
"I...overcoming fate?"
Paris was stunned, but he quickly accepted this fact.
"Yes, that's right."
There was no problem. After all, he saw the future and changed it himself.
This was his declaration of overcoming fate and the turning point of his life.
With excitement on his face, Paris waved his hand and pointed down, making the fallen leaves in the mountains dance with the wind.
But just as the prince was excited to try his new toy, Ryan's voice sounded out of place.
"Your Highness, are you satisfied with it?"
"Of course, I couldn't be more satisfied."
Paris nodded quickly, as if he was afraid that Ryan would take it back.
But even if Ryan reached out to take it back now, I'm afraid the prince would not agree... Seeing this scene, Ryan just continued:
"It's good that you are satisfied, but at the end of everything, I have to give you one last word."
"You relied on other people's weapons to defeat others, and won in this way, and finally got this gift from fate."
"However, mystery has always been subject to higher mystery; the power obtained in this way will only be subject to stronger power."
"If you want to own it forever, remember not to let the same thing happen to you."
"Otherwise, Atropos's today will be your tomorrow."
"Hahahahaha... I know, then thank you for your words."
"By the way, since the finished product has appeared in the world, why don't you give your masterpiece a name?"
I don't know if he heard it, Paris laughed out loud, and then invited.
Looking at this scene, a long-ago memory came to Ryan's mind.
Although there was only one person in front of him, he was not a god of death at the moment.
But this scene still made Ryan feel as if he were in another world.
"It can be a tool for wizards to cast spells, and perhaps it will cause others to imitate it in the future... Let's call it a magic wand." "
As for its unique name..."
"Since it is the first of its kind in the world, it is appropriate to call it the 'Elder Wand'."
As soon as the words came out, his spirituality was slightly touched.
At this moment, Ryan felt that his side as a 'human' seemed to be more stable.
The Elder Wand... I don't know what kind of surprise the other two goddesses of fate far away in Mount Nisa will give him.
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In the north of the continent, there are thousands of miles of frost.
As the holy place of the three goddesses of fate, the vicinity of Mount Nisa is forbidden to all spirits.
Perhaps it is the instinct of life to fear, or perhaps the goddess of fate likes to live alone. So much
so that there is not even a single living being on the mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles.
Clotho is weaving threads for all living beings, while Lachesis is measuring their lengths.
There was no communication, and no one dared to disturb them. The two goddesses were on both sides of Mount Nisa, completing their own work.
I don't know how long such days have passed... But on this day, Clotho, who was spinning seriously, suddenly felt a palpitation.
"Ah--!"
The white spindle pierced her finger without paying attention, and the light golden blood dyed the loom red.
But she didn't care about her fingers. She wiped the blood with her slender fingers casually, and Clotho immediately mobilized the power she held.
The goddess of fate will not be injured for no reason, and this kind of "accident" with a small probability will never happen to them.
This is a warning from the dark, which can help people avoid disasters.
But after searching for a long time, Clotho still found nothing.
"Sister... Yes, there is also sister!"
"I don't know if sister has noticed anything."
Clotho pushed the door open and flew up immediately.
The palpitation was only a moment, but she had some bad premonitions since just now.
Bang——
pushing the wooden door open, her immature face was a bit flustered.
The young goddess trotted into the simple wooden house, with green plants winding along the wall.
Nature and man-made things merged here. This was the "temporary palace" where her sister, Lachesis, lived.
Different from the old age of Atropos and the youth of Clotho.
Just like the power held by Lachesis, as the god who determines the length of fate, she is neither the beginning nor the end.
So Lachesis's life is always at the most mature and peak moment of a person. She is active and lazy, wise and stupid... and this is destined that she will never enjoy loneliness.
Except when working, this goddess rarely stays on Mount Nisa.
Therefore, she is also the only one among the three goddesses of fate who has some communication with the gods, so that some gods even think that she is the only goddess of fate in charge here.
This is another difference between her and her sisters.
As goddesses of fate, Lachesis and her sisters can see through some of the obstacles of fate, so most of the beauty and darkness in the world are often clearly revealed in front of them.
The holy, the fallen, the loyal, the indulgent and free... That's why Clotho is so repulsive to the world below the mountain, and Atropos regards all living beings as puppets, and only contacts them when necessary.
Only Lachesis is different from both.
She laughs at the light and darkness of gods and humans, while cleverly dealing with them.
Therefore, she is often not on Mount Nisa, but where she wants to go.
However, today is different, because the war in the world just happened to start at this time... And every time at this time, Lachesis must be working.
It's not that she can't finish it in advance - in fact, all the work of the goddess of fate should be completed in advance. However,
the premise of everything is that everything is shrouded in the order of fate, and everything has a predetermined standard.
But recently, the war in the world has long gone off the track, whether it is gods or humans, they have all gone in different directions.
Those who should have lived died, and those who should have died survived.
For this reason, Atropos once again went to the human world to try to make amends, while the remaining two goddesses worked together to stay on the mountain to straighten out the twisted knot of fate.
Tap tap -
"Sister, are you there?"
Clotho called softly and walked into the house.
Without decorations and extra things, it was just a simple wooden house.
The girl released a little bit of her own power and tried to attract her sister's attention.
Lachesis might not pay attention to her when she was working, so Clotho did this every time before.
And whether she was free or not, the other party would give her a reply.
However, this time, it was different from every time before.
Until the ominous premonition in the girl's heart became stronger, she still did not hear the familiar voice.
"-Sister, if you ignore me again, I will go in by myself!"
Clotho gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.
At the same time, the special power of the goddess of fate also rose more violently in her body.
This should be enough to attract attention, no matter how focused it is.
But one breath, two breaths, three breaths... There was no movement in the empty wooden house, only the sound of wind and the vibration of leaves echoed repeatedly in the air.
Squeak -
he clenched his fists. Seeing that there was no response, Clotho didn't care whether he would disturb Lachesis's work.
Driven by the uneasiness in her heart, the girl pushed open the door of the inner room.
The simple dress was the same as always, and there was nothing extra in the room.
However, just after stepping over the threshold and taking a look, Clotho was stunned.
"--Sister?"
"What's wrong with you?!"
With a cry of surprise, Clotho ran forward.
At this moment, in front of the girl, the second sister Lachesis was lying on the ground.
The long staff that measured fate fell to the ground, and the thread of fate that Clotho personally sent was scattered around.
But what the girl couldn't accept the most was Lachesis's current appearance.
I don't know when, the originally beautiful and plump goddess of fate actually had a few more silver hairs... and the exposed skin that should have been smooth as water also had a few fine wrinkles.
This is a change that shouldn't happen. The most authentic appearance of gods is often only affected by the changes in their authority and hearts.
As the goddess of fate, Lachesis should not do this.
But facts speak louder than words, and the current scene seems to confirm Clotho's guess.
"Sister, you-ah!"
Bang--
the goddess leaned forward, her bright eyes full of confusion.
She wanted to help her sister's fallen body up, but just as she touched Lachesis's arm, Clotho subconsciously retreated as if she had touched a red-hot iron.
The body of the goddess of fate fell to the ground again, but Clotho could no longer care about it at this time.
The girl looked at her palm in horror, where wisps of gray-black mist rose and fell.
Divine power was surging, and the majestic power was flowing on her palm, but all this seemed to have no effect on the mist.
Visible to the naked eye, Clotho's originally white and tender fingers changed little by little.
It was as if in just a moment, her fingers had experienced ten years.
"Ah--!"
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the ground suddenly grasped Clotho's wrist.
The panicked girl screamed almost instinctively, but the next moment, a familiar yet strange voice came from her ears.
"Kloto... don't be afraid."
"You should know what this is... it should have come a long time ago."
"Sister!"
Looking in the direction where the voice came from, Kloto was surprised to find that his sister had woken up. Maybe it was because of the noise just now, or maybe it was because it was time.
Laxus grabbed Cloto's wrist, and this time, the girl did not see the gray mark.
"Sister, why are you..."
"Cloto, listen to me."
She shook her head tiredly, and her body, which was originally full of energy, seemed so sluggish at this moment.
Laxus did not rush to speak, she just relaxed a little, and then pulled the wrist she grabbed in front of her.
She leaned over slightly and put her sister's finger on her forehead.
The next moment, with a surge of gray air, the girl's finger returned to its original state.
But this time, Cloto clearly saw that there was a trace of wrinkles at the corner of her sister's eyes.
"This, this is-"
She was stunned at first, and then seemed to remember something, subconsciously wanted to retreat, and then stopped on her own initiative.
Leaning on the ground, Laxus tried to support her body, and then forced a smile.
"Krotho, as you can see."
"This is the backlash of fate."
Yes, in heaven and earth, in the past and in the future, nothing can harm the agent of fate, unless that power comes from the world, or the power of fate itself.
And what is happening to Lachesis at this moment, in fact, the two have heard of it before.
The backlash of fate is not unfamiliar to them.
Even as early as when they were born, they were more or less exposed to this backlash. (See 3-161)
Atropos, who was born first, suffered the most, and the birth of the day fruit accelerated this process.
Therefore, her body decayed and decayed, and her face was old and soulless.
Shiny clothes would be stained on her, and the wreaths that goddesses like to wear on their heads would wither because of her.
The smelly sweat mixed with an inexplicable smell lingered around her, and the oppression and malice to the spirit were even more unbearable.
No one likes this, but Atropos, who was born first, naturally suffered the most malice.
In contrast, Lachesis only accepted a little bit of the edge, and she didn't even realize it at the time.
As for Clotho, she simply didn't get any interference.
This was the punishment that fate gave to its agents, even though they had never come to the world before these consequences of violating the order occurred.
But fate obviously did not accept appeals, and the three goddesses could do nothing about it.
So from that day on, Atropos, who had already carried the most backlash, simply carried all the subsequent ones on his body.
After all, her condition couldn't be worse anyway.
Therefore, Lachesis and Clotho were freed.
Especially as the youngest sister, Clotho has never felt the taste of fate's backlash.
She just conscientiously fulfilled her work as a god, without having to contact the power that made the gods panic.
However, everything ended today. Originally, Lachesis was fulfilling her obligations and reorganizing her distorted fate.
But at this moment, the backlash of fate fell from the sky, ignoring time and distance.
"Kloto, this is the feeling of being bitten back by fate... I haven't experienced it for a long time, so I fainted for a while."
"But it doesn't matter, this kind of thing won't happen again."
"And I'll take your share first."
Staggeringly getting up from the ground, Lachesis took a deep breath.
The next moment, the artifact that measured fate was held in her hand, and the goddess's appearance began to recover visibly.
In just a moment, Cloto saw his familiar sister again, and even his hoarse voice recovered.
Everything looked the same as before, but Cloto knew that it was just the backlash being pressed into the body.
The backlash of fate happens every moment, and Atropos's situation is the result of the accumulation of three epochs.
And obviously, although Lachesis also accepted the power of the backlash at this moment, it was far from enough to do anything to her with such a large volume.
"Sister, you..."
With a complicated look in his eyes, Cloto knew that his sister would definitely do this.
Because if the backlash of fate is imposed on her, the 'weaver', the consequences will be far more dangerous than her, the 'measurer'.
Of course, compared to the 'measurer', the 'interceptor' only needs to end a fate, and the impact of the backlash on her will naturally be safer.
But even so, Clotho still feels a bit heavy.
Solving the problem of fate is really urgent.
"Sister, so what's wrong with the eldest sister?"
Clotho asked. At this moment, he no longer needs to tell the purpose of his visit.
Obviously, the reason why she felt the warning sign was right in front of her... and facing her sister's question, Lachesis shook her head again.
"I don't know, but I'm sure her aura is still there, and she can't really be hurt."
"The only explanation is that Atropos was imprisoned in a place that can isolate fate... or her will was affected by something, and she voluntarily gave up accepting the backlash."
"But no matter which one it is, Clotho, I must solve it."
"If there is one less goddess of fate... then the deflection of fate will be even more difficult to contain."
Not long ago, Lachesis received a so-called invitation from the God Mountain to celebrate the God Court's solution of a big problem, and she refused on the grounds of being busy with work.
After all, only she knew how much trouble the so-called trouble of the God Court had caused to the goddesses of fate, and she didn't want to meet the dark lord.
Moirai still didn't know who was the mastermind behind the stirring of fate, but it was nothing more than the original god that they couldn't see through.
Before locking on to the enemy, they didn't want to meet him at all.
"Kloto, stay here and wait for me to come back."
Holding the long staff, feeling the backlash increasing every moment, Lachesis said firmly: "Wait until I bring her back, maybe we won't have to worry about the backlash anymore."
"Because my intuition tells me that this time, we may have found the source of the cholera fate."
Under the cover of fate, no one knows what happened in Mount Nisa.
The continuous mountains stand in the north, and the comings and goings of the goddesses are unknown.
However, thousands of miles away from the horizon, even if he did not see it with his own eyes, Ryan could roughly guess the choice made by the two goddesses.
After all, in fact, it was different from what Lachesis thought. In fact, her eldest sister at this moment was not unable to bear the backlash of fate because of her current state.
The power of fate is invisible and intangible, and it can still act on Atropos. It's
just that when she realized the situation she was facing, the goddess took the initiative to give up this burden.
Because since she had fallen into a trap, what she needed to do most was not to escape, but to pass on the signal of danger.
In this regard, Atropos was obviously successful.
"But there's nothing wrong with this."
"Compared to me going to find her, it's better for her to come to me."
Paris, who had obtained a treasure, summoned the wind and clouds with his magic wand by the pool of the Aigario Mountains, and lifted herself up and left.
He couldn't wait to see Helen again, and this time, he would still conquer her with his handsome appearance and considerate character.
Paris had even forgotten his father who had arranged for him to take refuge, and his brother who was probably still fighting the enemy.
At this moment, there was only one figure in the prince's mind - just like he on another trajectory led Troy to destruction for this.
After watching the prince leave, Ryan returned to the main peak where the mountain fortress was located.
Paris insisted on doing so, so he naturally wouldn't persuade him again.
Since the prince wanted to shine more, he might as well fulfill his wish.
After all, Ryan didn't know whether the other two goddesses of fate knew what Atropos's purpose was when he went down the mountain. If they knew... then Paris's existence was just a ready-made bait.
...
Tap tap -
"You're back. Did things go well?"
Stepping into the hall in the center of the fortress, Andrea's voice, which still had some heroic spirit, came to him.
Looking up, seeing Andrea, who had already taken off her armor, Ryan knew that this premeditated internal and external cooperation should have ended successfully.
"It's smooth, and some troubles have been solved in advance."
"At least you don't need to worry that our new ally will eventually go against Athens for some inexplicable reasons, or destroy itself."
"For a long time in the future, perhaps the Trojans will become a solid arm of Athens-especially after some news comes back."
Paris was going to find Helen, and the legend about this beauty was also famous in later generations.
However, most people only know her beauty, the Trojan Horse and the fire, but few people remember her true origin.
Helen, the daughter of the previous Spartan king, but her real father is actually a god on Mount Olympus.
Undoubtedly, this is another time that Zeus attacked the queen/princess, and Helen was the result of this chance encounter.
Later, Agamemnon's brother, Menelaos, the king of the Argos, married Helen, and Agamemnon married Helen's sister.
Later, Menelaos stayed in Sparta.
He eventually inherited the throne, and even led his army to the outside of the fortress not long ago to join forces with other countries.
In this case, Paris went to find Helen, in fact, to rob the wife of the King of Sparta... The original ten-year war broke out because of this.
And now, even if there will not be another Trojan War, the Spartans will never accept this humiliation, and will only double the enemy's return.
"What's the situation outside?"
Ryan asked after finding a seat and sitting down.
"Very good, with internal and external cooperation, we penetrated the right wing of the coalition. Although Agamemnon reacted quickly and did not let the failure turn into a rout, the effect we wanted was still achieved."
"Several coalition generals died as a result, and several small countries were completely wiped out."
"And the most important thing is that after this battle, the coalition will never be able to act together again."
With eyes shining like stars, Andrea smiled and said:
"They will be suspicious of each other and blame each other."
"Those who are seriously damaged blame those who are slightly damaged, and those who have lost relatives blame those whose relatives are still alive..."
"As Lord Ilos said, once suspicion arises, it will be difficult to eliminate it."
"Even if the gods can use their power to unite them, they cannot control people's hearts."
"So if nothing unexpected happens, the coalition will be divided into several groups next."
"Only by letting them break through individually can we save the shaky morale of the army."
Obviously, after recent learning and training, Andrea has become more and more familiar with these.
And Ryan just smiled and continued to ask.
"Then what do you think, do you want to keep everyone out of Athens?"
"No, we can't do it."
"Even if we win one battle, their power is still stronger than ours."
"What's more, the gods who are hostile to the goddess on the sacred mountain may also intervene."
Shaking her head slightly, Andrea said firmly: "We need to retreat temporarily, but it won't be like this forever."
"The retreat is just to accumulate strength, and I have asked people to start evacuating the residents on the border.
"We will defend several important roads leading directly to Athens and block the progress of the coalition forces layer by layer."
"In the end, under the city of Athens, it will be the final decision of victory or defeat."
"All invaders will find their graves there."
Nodding gently, Ryan didn't think there was anything wrong with this from a strategic point of view.
Moreover, from the beginning to the end, the victory or defeat of this war was not just in the human world.
It would be best to delay enough time. After all, even Ryan himself is not very clear now, when will the main body of the fragments floating in the void really come to Chaos's human world. ·······
Hua La La...
Thousands of miles away, on the deep and endless East China Sea.
The waves are rolling, and the wind and waves
are endless. As early as before the Third Epoch, when the ancient sea god had not yet fallen asleep, the coastal waters of Chaos had always been stable.
But with the changes at the end of the Second Epoch, undercurrents began to increase.
The power of the Lord of Ocean Currents began to penetrate from the outer sea to the inner sea, and the new Sea Emperor was even more of an earth-shaking tyrant.
From then on, storms became the norm on the sea, and only a few routes could be safe and sound.
And obviously, this desolate sea far away from the continent does not belong to the range of the route.
Whoosh-
whoosh-
strong hurricanes occasionally pass by, turning the sea water into a tornado.
No ship can sail under such conditions and confront the power of nature.
However, the few people who were on the seabed and traveling eastward were not panicked.
Because no matter how big the storm was, it would not affect here, and because none of them could be afraid of the simple weather.
There was actually another reason why they stopped here.
"Oleus, is this the place you are talking about?"
Hercules said solemnly, fiddling with the mirror in front of him with a serious face.
If you only look at his face and tone at this moment, I'm afraid anyone would think that they are about to face some terrible enemy.
However, standing aside, Oleus was just trying to restrain his smile.
It's not that the enemy is too terrible - although it is indeed terrible for Oleus himself, but after witnessing Hercules's several moves along the way, he has long recognized the great hero's martial arts.
In fact, although Hercules is indeed a little nervous at this time, the object of his nervousness is actually the 'looking glass' in front of him.
In terms of strength, the great hero is undoubtedly very capable.
But in front of this sophisticated alchemical product, even Hercules is just a rookie.
"Ahem..."
With a light cough, Oleus pretended not to see it.
There are things that such a powerful hero can't do, which makes him more popular.
"Look!"
Then he focused his attention on the looking glass, and after a while, Oleus suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed.
He looked in the direction pointed by the finger, and Hercules saw a flash of black light.
"That is..."
"That is the Caucasian Eagle, the offspring of the King of Monsters, and a demon favored by the storm."
"Wherever it appears, hurricanes rage in the sky."
"Legend has it that the former King of Monsters once summoned a black storm that was enough to destroy the world, and the Caucasian Eagle may have inherited this ability." He
spoke slowly. In the past days, Orleans had mentioned this demon more than once.
At this moment, they were no longer far away from the Eye of the Sea, and the Caucasian Eagle was the last barrier.
As long as they jumped over it, relying on the ability of the alchemical ship, they would have a smooth road behind them.
"Can't we go around it?"
he asked, but he didn't seem to care that much.
Amon seemed to just want to show a sense of existence, but Orleans still answered seriously.
"It's useless, just like I said before."
"The Caucasian Condor has unparalleled vision, allowing it to see everything above and below the water."
"It may not be able to see through the disguise of alchemy, but it will definitely discover the existence of our ship."
"And unfortunately, here, except for us, there are no ordinary sea beasts."
"We have nowhere to hide, or rather, it should have discovered us."
"It's just that the power of the sea whale boat is too powerful, so it has not yet confirmed what we are."
He didn't continue, but Hercules understood what Oreos meant.
Although the other party was still not sure whether the giant boat they were riding on was alive or dead, demons don't care about evidence.
For the Caucasian Condor, if it really found something it couldn't judge, its first reaction would definitely be to destroy it rather than let it go.
So from now on, they have entered a dangerous area.
"It doesn't matter, it's better for it to let us pass."
After a fruitless attempt, the hero temporarily gave up on figuring out how to use the 'Looking Glass' on his own.
He picked up the iron rod beside him and weighed it in his hand.
The Caucasian eagle was flying in the sky, and its speed in the sky was in no way comparable to that of Hercules.
However, the great hero was never afraid of difficulties. For him, this was just a test in life.
"Since it's not far away, let's get rid of it quickly."
"If this demon must block our way, I can only move it away."
Along the way, Hercules found that he and the offspring left by the King of All Demons were really predestined.
But every time he met them, it seemed that he would only bring them death.