The World of Deities Chapter 275: Sisyphus

The Plato Academy in the early morning is quieter than yesterday.

Nideen walked into the classroom, looked at the last row, his eyes trembled slightly.

In the last row, there were seven students.

Now, there are only three people left.

Hult, Jimmy, Albert.

Nideen scanned the whole class and said: "Yesterday evening, Su Ye has left the port safely."

The students breathed a long sigh of relief.

"However, just this morning, God of War issued a new order, suspecting that Su Ye was suspected of killing a nobleman in Grey River Town, and arrested him on a new charge. Not surprisingly, the city guards have launched an arrest operation. "

Many classmates clenched their fists, full of anger.

"By the way, Palos took leave today. Okay, let's start this class..."

While speaking, Nidern looked out the window, looking in the direction of the God of War Mountain.

The Mount of Mars is a hill smaller than the Acropolis in the city of Athens. Surrounded by houses under the mountain, it is a subordinate organization of the Mount of Mars, which manages all things in the city of Athens.

Diagonally across from the God of War Mountain, a spacious city guard camp stands tall.

The figure of a slender girl walked forward, holding a golden Pan Dion family token, unimpeded all the way, from the gate to the front of the city guard hall.

The generals of the city guards sat in the hall, turning their heads in surprise to look at a girl in red leather armor.

Without waiting for the generals to speak, Palos threw the golden token in her hand to the door of the hall.

"I, Palos, the daughter of Lutos of the Pandian family, ask you to do me a favor. Before the sun rises tomorrow, stay here. If anyone leaves, I can’t do anything now, but I can’t do anything. I will write down the people of Golden Medusa one by one, and they will be imprinted in my soul, because you will be my enemy. Once I am promoted to gold, I will slay my enemies and never die!"

Palos placed her right fist on her left chest, bowed her head slightly, and made a military salute.

After speaking, Palos turned and left.

The generals in the hall looked at the girl's back and talked in a low voice.

Palos returned to the Pandion family, stood at the gate, and looked inside quietly.

The door of Pan Dion’s house is hollowed out and carved from a whole piece of white marble, and various magical creatures, monsters or giants are engraved on the door frame.

They are all prey of the Pan Dion family.

The above is full of engraving.

Palos, dressed in red leather armor, stood in front of the gate, like a red rose in full bloom.

A tall young man came from the yard.

This young man’s clothes are different from ordinary Greeks. His upper body is wearing black leather armor, but the leather armor only covers between the chest and abdomen, revealing his toned eight-pack abdominal muscles, neatly and symmetrically arranged. It is like a master sculptor himself sculpting.

The mermaid lines on both sides of the abdominal muscles are as clear as if they were split with an axe.

On the legs are seven-point black leather shorts.

Perhaps because of the black leather armor, his light copper-colored skin is particularly eye-catching, and the surface is even shiny golden.

He was barefoot like most Greeks, but there was no trace of dust on his feet, and they were as clean as if they had just been washed.

On the left side of his body, there is a strange sword floating along with him.

The scabbard of the sword is very wide and looks very much like an Egyptian coffin. On the surface of the yellow coffin, there is a sculpture of Death holding a sickle in his cloak.

The hilt is made up of three twisted white bones intertwined, and the sword is a circular white bone spur, no more, no less, a total of eighteen.

The young man has dark curly hair, a little blue light is reflected in his black eyes, his nose is straight, his thin lips are extremely pale, and his appearance is a little similar to Palos.

And Palos is always a serious look. The corners of the youth's mouth always have a smile arc, and there are always elusive evils floating in the eyebrows and eyes.

The cynicism in his smile does not even make it clear whether he is laughing or laughing.

The youth stopped on the stone road in the courtyard and looked at Palos at the door.

Palos' eyes seemed to reflect sunny days.

"My dear sister, what are you doing?" Sisyphus gave a faint smile, like every brother looks at his younger brothers and sisters, his tone is full of kindness, but there is always a little bit of disgust in his eyes.

"Please stay at home until the sun rises again." Palos's tender and sweet voice sounded in the yard.

"No problem, as long as you tell me the reason, you can wait until the sun rises from the west." Sisyphus didn't care.

"You know the reason." Palos scowled, staring coldly at this elder brother who rarely touches.

Sisyphus tilted his head slightly and looked at the clear sky in the morning. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized, "It seems to be for Su Ye? It is rumored that he is your lover and a strong competitor for my future brother-in-law. Is it true?"

Palos resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said: "Fake."

"Who is she yours, then?" Sisyphus's smile was thicker, and the evil in his eyebrows was more intense.

"My friend, my classmate, my deskmate, my savior." Palos said.

"You can't die, and you've repaid." Sisyphus smiled.

"You can't die, you don't need me to repay, but you will always be my brother." Palos's tone was particularly cold.

"You like him?" Sisyphus looked at his sister playfully, with interest.

Palos thought for a while and said: "I like what he said, like what he said, like what he did."

"So, you like his people." Sisyphus whistled frivolously.

"Of course. People I don't like will not become my friends, such as you." Palos said.

"Dear sister, you always break my heart. Okay, I probably understand that you like him more than friends, but you haven't reached a lover, right?" Sisyphus asked with a smile.

"Not wrong."

Sisyphus shrugged and said, "I'm sorry. If he is your lover, my brother, I will help anyway. However, since he is not your lover, then I will execute The order of the God of War, go and arrest. But you can rest assured, he is your friend after all, I will treat him kindly."

"Don't force me." Palos held the gold Medusa necklace in her right hand and stared at Sisyphus like an angry kitten.

"Why, it's time to forget about the failure and crying?" Sisyphus still smiled.

"You can't leave here."

"I'm going to the city guard."

Palos yanked off the gold Medusa necklace.

Boom...

The necklace separated and turned into a ball of golden flames, which spread rapidly in her hands. In the blink of an eye, the golden flames condensed into a golden spear and sword.

On the sword body, there is a red blood trough, a bright blue **** pattern, and a frosty white blade.

On the handle of the gun, liquid gold flows in densely packed bright blue **** patterns.

Palos' body slowly turned from white to bronze.

"Bronze? Not bad. It seems that time has made you forget the past pain. I will give you another chance to put down the victory spear. You know, once my hidden coffin sword is revealed, no one will be killed. Go to the scabbard." Sisyphus smiled.

Palos held the victory spear and sword in both hands and pointed at Sisyphus.

Sisyphus shook his head helplessly, and said, "Then don't blame me."

Sisyphus finished speaking, stretched out his right hand and scratched the laurel tree on the right. A branch full of green leaves broke off and flew into his hand.

He held the branch and flicked it lightly, the leaves and branches scattered, leaving a straight bare branch. The golden divine power is like flowing water surging, covering the entire branch.

"It's been a long time since you and I discussed it. I really miss it." Sisyphus walked forward with a branch in his hand, the hidden coffin sword suspended on his left side.

Palos stabs straight with a gun and sword.

Her eyes are focused, her steps are steady, her spears and swords are swift, there is no extra movement or omission.

"It's too slow." Sisyphus gently turned sideways with a smile, dodge the victory spear, waved the branch, and drew it heavily on Palos's left shoulder.

Slap...

The leather armor is split, and the divine power of the sanctuary is cut through like a sharp blade.

The skin is cracked and blood is overflowing.

Palos stepped back, silently, and stabbed again.

Slap...

Sisyphus was intact, and a clear bloodstain appeared on Palos' left arm.

Palos gritted her teeth, as if she couldn't feel the pain, and kept attacking.

Sisyphus can always dodge attacks with his powerful sanctuary power, and can always attack Palos with branches.

Slowly, Palos got more and more scars, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in blood.

Sisyphus took a step back, still with a faint smile on his face.

"Pandion’s blood should not be wasted here."

Palos pierced out again, as if she hadn't heard it.

Sisyphus, as before, gently turned sideways, waving the branch towards Palos' upper arm.

However, the surface of the Victory Spears and Swords suddenly flashed with cash and flames, suddenly turned back, and slashed towards Sisyphus.

"You have been preparing for this trick!"

Sisyphus immediately realized that the branch changed direction and drew towards the blade of the Victory Spear.

The branches broke silently, and the victory spear wrapped in golden flames slashed towards Sisyphus's arm.

The moment the Victory Spear and Sword cut through his skin, a sharp sound of the sword sounded, and the hidden coffin sword came out of its sheath.

The white bone is the handle, and the black inflammation is the sword.

The body of the sword is pitch black, and the flames on the body of the sword are pitch black as well.

Sisyphus held a burning black sword to block the victory spear.

The skin that was brushed by the victory spear and sword suddenly cracked and blood splashed.

"You shouldn't force me to draw a sword." Sisyphus suddenly changed his expression, the insignificant blue in his eyes disappeared, and a touch of blood appeared in his dark eyes.

He slammed forward and took a step, slashing his sword down.

Palos fought with victory spears and swords.

Keng...

The swords and blades hit each other with a sharp sound.

Palos turned pale and took two steps back.

Sisyphus swung the sword again, Palos resisted with a victory spear and sword, and took a step back.

Sisyphus kept throwing his sword, Palos kept resisting.

The offense and defense of the two people are getting faster and faster, getting faster and faster, and finally Sisyphus seems to swing the sky and black clouds to press against Palos~IndoMTL.com~ and Palos seems to dance a ball of golden light against the black cloud.

In the beginning, Palo ribbon attacked with the victory spear and sword, but slowly, the victory spear and sword led her out.

The two swords whispered and clanged endlessly.

Palos kept retreating, exiting Pan Dion’s mansion, and retreating on the avenue.

The wind was flying around the two people, and the dust was scattered.

Under the feet of the two people, the ground continued to collapse.

Suddenly, Sisyphus put away the sword shadow in the sky, changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands, and slammed it out.

Palos used all her strength to swing the victory spear and sword to resist.

Bang...

She flew out all over, and fell seven or eight meters away.

"Give up." The smile on Sisyphus's face became weaker and colder.