[Genealogy of the Gods? Annedora (1)]: The wrath of the gods brought pain to mankind. The king of the gods ordered the God of Fire to use his greatest skills and use the colorful soil from the top of the sacred mountain mixed with water to create a
Girl. This girl must have the sweet voice and eyes of the goddess. The God of Beauty bestows her with a beauty that cannot be described in words; the God of Sun bestows on her the knowledge to cope with and identify all changes.
The kind-hearted goddess of wisdom sympathized with the misfortunes of mankind. She refused to grant Annedora the ability to think about human nature, so that the cunning and deception given by Hermes could not take effect on Annedora, but this also made the most beautiful creature created by the gods
At this time, even the merchants, servants and slaves picked up the cheapest wooden weapons and looked at the robber with the butcher knife held high in fear.
The wooden spear of the guard leader was cut off at the waist, and the head of another guard beside him was chopped off. Warm blood rose into the sky and splashed on everyone's fearful faces.
At this time, everyone was almost in despair. All they could do before dying was to pray to the gods. Ironically, the person who made them face such a death situation was one of the gods they believed in.
Even when the guard leader put down his weapon in despair, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind. The former robber panicked and blocked with the weapon in his hand. Hearing a scream, the robber immediately flew out and landed.
While he was on the ground, blood was oozing from his nose and mouth.
All the robbers couldn't help but feel shocked. Seeing this man in a rough cloak who suddenly took action, they looked at each other and immediately raised their weapons and rushed forward from all directions.
Listening to the sounds of fighting, screams and cries of fear, Kratos could only feel his whole body shaking uncontrollably. At this time, only killing could alleviate the bloodthirsty desire in his heart.
Kratos finally couldn't help roaring and rushed towards a bandit, punched straight out with a fist containing 25 horsepower, and directly shocked the bandit to death.
Every time Kratos kills a bandit, the tattoo on his body will become more obvious, and if someone can see it, they will find that the soul of every bandit killed by Kratos does not fall into hell, but
Directly annihilated in the void, it turned into bloody power and integrated into Kratos' body.
The individual strength of these bandits is only between ordinary soldiers and elite soldiers. No matter how they are Kratos's opponents, the venue is full of broken limbs and broken arms.
The remaining bandits have been shocked by Kratos's powerful strength and bloody and cruel killing methods. Kratos is like a hundred-armed giant. As long as a bandit is caught by his arm, he will be torn to pieces immediately.
As a result, blood and internal organs flowed freely, turning this place into a cruel hell within a short time.
"Spartan you..."
Little Huck, who was desperate, walked up to Kratos, who was covered in blood. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly saw his eyes, which were ferocious beast eyes shining with bloodthirsty light, which made Little Huck
I felt a shiver coming from my soul.
Kratos closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a while, he opened his eyes again. At this time, he had temporarily suppressed the impulse of his body.
He lowered his head and glanced at Little Huck casually, tightened the coarse cloth on his body to cover the tattoo on his body, left an abrupt sentence, and left directly, slowly disappearing into the wilderness.
"Use my blood...to blend with the ashes of my parents and relatives..."
After leaving Sparta under the cover of a caravan, Kratos was walking alone in the desert. The sky was filled with yellow sand, and occasionally a touch of green interspersed the desolation and desolation.
Kratos was walking forward step by step with his head lowered. Suddenly he felt something strange happening in front of him. He slowly raised his head and glanced ahead from the edge of his cloak.
It was a lonely back figure, thin and weak, with a pair of lotus feet like mutton-fat white jade struggling to step on the rough, hot gravel.
Kratos's pupils suddenly contracted violently. He noticed keenly that the exquisite jade feet were not harmed at all by the friction of rough and hot gravel. Each step would leave a shallow footprint on the spot.
, proving that this thin figure is not a weightless fool.
At this time, we were approaching the royal city of Tiryns, which was an oasis city standing on the desert, so travelers or caravans could already be seen coming and going around.
But when everyone saw this thin figure, it was as if they had seen a nightmare and a disaster. Their expressions changed drastically, and they avoided the route he was walking and walked far away.
Kratos observed it carefully, and he couldn't help but find that this figure had a strange body, and every step he took seemed to be accurately calculated, no more, no less, the same distance.
And as the footsteps moved, the body showed a trace of abnormal stiffness, and it looked like a walking zombie without consciousness, walking completely on instinct and unconsciously.
Kratos walked faster. After a while, he finally came to the back of the thin figure. Before he could get close to his nose, he smelled a refreshing fragrance. It was a temptation that even the scorching desert could not cover up.
Human scent.
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When he finally saw the true face of this strange figure, even Kratos was stunned for a while as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. At that moment, his heart stopped and he was unable to breathe.
In his previous life of feasting and feasting, Kratos not only saw all kinds of beauties in the world, but even tasted them himself.
But Kratos couldn't help but swear with his soul at this time that he had never seen a woman who moved his heart like this, whether in his previous life or in this life.
She has fair and tender skin like a baby, a pointed and delicate nose bridge, a bright red and attractive mouth, and a face that is so beautiful that no amount of praise can describe it.
A waist that is plump and manageable, a plump buttocks and big breasts that are curved forward and backward, and a figure that is full of temptation that cannot be overstated by the words "childlike" and "big breasts".
But when Kratos saw the eyes of such a stunning beauty, his heart felt like it was being pulled hard.
Those eyes were pale and lifeless, making this stunning beauty who looked no more than 15 or 16 years old, like an empty shell without a soul. Infinite heartache and pity arose spontaneously in Kratos' heart.
But what makes Kratos even more confused is that such a stunning beauty is walking alone in the desert. Not only has she not been harmed by the bad guys, but she has been shunned by people like the plague.
When Kratos approached this stunning beauty, the people around him even looked at Kratos with an expression of fear and disgust at the same time. They quickly hurried away without even looking at her.
Kratos's heart moved. He inherited the agility of the griffin beast soul and rushed to the side of a lone traveler at lightning speed. In the fearful eyes of the other person, a
The iron palm grasped the opponent's body tightly.
"Let me go! Let me go quickly, you...you heretic tainted by sin!"
After the passenger discovered that he had been caught by Kratos, he immediately screamed hysterically, with fear and despair on his face. People around him also screamed and screamed in panic after seeing Kratos' sudden move.
People fled around, but after a while there were only a few people left in the desert.
No matter that the passenger seemed to be struggling, the hand holding him did not waver at all.
Kratos looked at the man in his hand coldly, and said indifferently but word by word: "Who is she!"
"She" naturally refers to the weird and beautiful girl. But after hearing Kratos' question, the passenger's reaction intensified instantly. He bit Kratos' palm hard, and his eyes gradually became blurred.
and a crazy look.
A trace of violence flashed in Kratos's eyes, and he threw the man in his hand to the ground with a violent throw. The man who was freed did not care about his injuries at all, and quickly crawled away on the yellow sand on his hands and feet.
At the same time, he yelled crazily like gibbering: "Escape...the source of sin...Anandora..."
Kratos was shocked, and the three words Pandora struck into his mind like lightning.
In the ancient Greek myths and legends of the previous life, Pandora was created by the god-king Zeus to punish mortals for their sins. She represented the most terrifying disasters in the world, such as hunger, pain, disease, and disasters.
In his heart, Kratos could not associate the stunning girl in front of him, who looked to be only 15 or 16 years old, and was just an ordinary high school student in her previous life, with the legendary source of evil that could destroy the human world.
Just when Kratos was still standing there with thoughts, there was a sudden feeling of being touched on his back. Kratos turned around in surprise, only to see Anne Dora's beautiful face.
, was looking at herself unblinkingly with her dull sapphire blue eyes.
Sitting in front of a burning bonfire, Kratos held a wooden stick in each hand and kept rotating it on the bonfire so that the heat of the flame could be evenly distributed to all parts of the food.
It was an animal called a Chicken bird, and its appearance and habits were similar to the pheasants in the previous life. For Kratos, who was good at surviving in the wild in his previous life, it didn't take long for the two slaughtered Chicken birds to gradually exude a lure.
It has a human aroma, and the golden meat is constantly exuding rich oil.
Looking at Anandora, who didn't know how to be wary of strangers and just ate the food he handed to her, Kratos couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't encounter any bad guys.
But then Kratos couldn't help but laugh at himself. As the source of evil and pain in this world, Anandora is too late for mortals to hide. How can they have the courage to provoke her? Even the gods are full of infinite temptations to this appearance.