The building complex of this brothel is built like a religious temple, with walls, palaces, pools, and a statue of a goddess standing on the open space.
The statue of this goddess and the surrounding environment contrast with each other, exuding an aura of infinite temptation. Just one look at it will make men's blood surge. Even impotent men suffering from hidden diseases will immediately become a pillar of strength.
There is no doubt that this is the temple of Aphrodite, who represents love and beauty. Almost all the shepherds and prostitutes are believers of the goddess of beauty.
The doors of all the temple buildings here are completely open, and the shepherds and prostitutes wearing only translucent gauze and exuding infinite charm are either half-lying on the steps or sitting by the pool, waiting for the man's favor.
"Eyefut, hurry up and bring out the most beautiful women of yours. This prince is going to create an epic myth that will be sung tonight!"
At this time, the third prince had completely entered the role of a prostitute, with his legs spread out and his gold exposed, and he was yelling with a lewd expression.
The third prince is indeed a frequent visitor here. As soon as he shouted, several shepherds and prostitutes walked out of the temple, all of them were fat and thin, and stunningly beautiful.
Moreover, in Kratos's opinion, these shepherds and prostitutes still emit inexplicable fluctuations, which is the divine light that only believers who are favored by the gods have.
"These women are all masters of this art!"
In the end, Kratos only had time to think of this idea before he was overwhelmed by pink arms, fat buttocks, and bee-waisted breasts.
With the power of a hundred enemies, he couldn't even control himself at this moment. His body was manipulated by a group of weak and stunning women, and he was led into one of the buildings like puppets. Then the door was closed tightly, and soon the order was given.
The roar of people's hearts shaking.
It wasn't until the third day that the third prince, Arthur Evans, returned to the mansion with weak legs and black eyes.
But next to him, there was a Spartan who looked refreshed, wearing animal skin shoes and trousers, and his bare upper body exuding infinite power.
In the end, the third prince almost crawled away from the temple of the beauty goddess Aphrodite, while Kratos was surrounded by a group of herdsmen and reluctant to leave, and strode away with sweet words to persuade them. The gap between the two made the third prince secretly swear
, I will never go whoring with this monster again.
Arthur Evans immediately fell into bed and fell asleep after returning to the mansion, while Kratos summoned Arthas, Cole and Luca and made a series of division of labor arrangements for them.
The gold previously exploited in the arena has been recovered. With Kratos's current notoriety and the third prince's hot status, even the Junius family does not dare to offend, so they only need to break their teeth and swallow it.
Licking a smile, he asked someone to deliver the gold to the third prince's mansion.
Coupled with the gold and valuable luxury goods given by the king, Kratos used most of the property to purchase a large number of slaves.
These slaves are all extremely young, with the oldest no more than 12 years old. They are extremely malleable and avoid spies arranged by people with ulterior motives.
Arthas was appointed as the guard commander, responsible for the physical training of all slaves and the training of individual combat skills.
Luca is Assass's deputy, responsible for conducting military formation coordination drills and teaching enemy-killing methods on the battlefield.
Based on the observation records of slave characteristics conducted by Arthas, Kratos selected 80 young slaves who were agile and resourceful, and formed an intelligence bureau headed by Kohler.
Although Kohler thought the name Intelligence Agency seemed rather weird, he immediately understood his function. In the future, he would become a sharp blade hidden in the darkness, and would only be unsheathed at the most critical moment.
After the arrangements were made, Kratos spent several days sorting out and teaching the slaves' training methods.
Especially when Kohler saw a series of unheard-of secret skills, his heart was completely determined and he would not be the enemy of this Spartan for the rest of his life.
"If I follow this Spartan, I can really do it..."
Kratos spent a lot of money to build a training room for himself, venting his strength wantonly.
Large pieces of fallen stars were tied to his limbs and waist. They were meteorites that fell from the sky of the gods. They were hard in texture and extremely massive. A fallen star the size of an ordinary fist would be equivalent to the weight of an adult.
The fallen star stones now tied to Kratos' body weigh in total at least 100 talents, which is equivalent to the weight of 100 strong adults.
The floor of this practice room is covered with strange black turf. If you look closely, you will find that these black grasses are like hands that have been shrunk to the extreme, waving and swaying with Kratos as the center.
This is the hair of the dead that can only grow in Jedi places full of miasma and poisonous insects. Once stimulated by the blood of life, it will sway and form a strong attraction. The stronger the blood, the more active the hair of the dead will be.
Standing on it is like being tied up by the long hair of the deceased, and your whole body's strength is restricted, and you can't even breathe.
The entire house is covered with the hair of the dead. Once ordinary people enter, they will be sucked dry directly.
Kratos' skin was soaked and shiny, and the sweat dripped like rain. He was nourished by the blood-filled sweat, and the hair of the dead under his feet became even more vigorous.
Kratos only felt that every time he lifted the barbell in his hand, he had to use all his strength, and the cells in his body almost made a groaning sound.
But Kratos did not stop at all. The black energy in his eyes was rolling and surging, and he was constantly squeezing the limits of his body like a death-defying thing.
Now Kratos urgently needs to increase the strength of his body. Only if his body is stronger can it hold more power. Otherwise, if the third beast soul is successfully condensed, the violent force may burst his body.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he was awakened by the sound of a bird chirping that was not sharp but very clear. Kratos put down the barbell in his hand, which was as huge as two houses, and walked with difficulty on the dead man's hair.
When he opened the door, an emerald green thorn bird flew over his head, and a shell with words engraved on it fell from the sky and landed on his hand.
"This is...a triathlon!"
Almost at the same time, the entire city of Tyrian received the news that the Little Olympic Games was about to begin, and the news spread throughout the Mycenae Kingdom at an extremely fast speed by the thorn bird, which represented peace and wisdom.
The third prince crossed his legs and looked at Kratos and others beside him leisurely, as if he was not worried about the next project at all.
Kohler pointed to the parchment map spread out on the table and explained seriously: "This triathlon starts from the city of Tyrian, goes north at the end of the Mesoudas plain, crosses the Eurotas River, and finally reaches the barrens.
place."
At this time, Kohler's image has changed dramatically from before. He is dressed in a dark robe without any patterns, and his limbs are perfectly hidden in it. His eyes are slightly squinted to let people see the expression clearly. The whole person is like a person hidden in a sword.
A sharp weapon in a sheath.
The so-called triathlon is an event that comprehensively tests a person's strength, speed and wisdom.
Assas on the side heard this and immediately said in surprise: "The Barrens? That dead area full of cold and death, occupied by the Macedonians?"
Kohler's tone remained unchanged and continued: "Yes, that's the place. According to the instructions, the triathlon will start when the sun rises to the center in five days. It will reach the barren land as quickly as possible and kill one of the three giants.
Cut off the head and bring it back."
"According to the information compiled and obtained by our Intelligence Bureau, the three-headed giant is one of the most powerful monsters in the Barrens. The specific strength is unknown, but it is certain that it has the strength of at least a hundred enemies. And most importantly, because of the Barrens,
Food is scarce on earth, so in order to reduce physical exertion, after the three giants have devoured enough food, they will sink themselves into the ice and sleep for a long time."
Kratos immediately caught the key, narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "In other words, although this big guy has three heads, it is probably hidden somewhere where no one can find it."
Kohler nodded affirmatively, but he didn't know how to easily find the three-headed giant. After all, the Intelligence Bureau had just been established, and it took a lot of effort to detect the three-headed giant's habits.
Kratos looked at the simple map on the table, his eyes flickering and he didn't know what he was thinking. Finally, the lights in his eyes converged, but they were quickly hidden by his slightly narrowed eyelids.
Five days later, when Arthur Evans went to the palace in person to get the competition nameplate, the triathlon officially began.
But when they left the city of Tyrian and walked on the vast plains of Mesoudas, they saw no whereabouts of the eldest prince, second prince and others at all.
Before departure, the Intelligence Bureau led by Kohler had tried their best to find out about the competitors, but could not get any useful information at all. They did not even know when or how the eldest prince and the second prince left.
In this case, Kratos didn't have time to think too much. When Tyrian City completely disappeared from sight, he immediately mobilized the majestic blood in his body, and the war pig's scaly and cold body suddenly appeared.
Considering the high intensity of the triathlon, Kratos only brought Arthas to be the personal guard of the third prince. Luca and other guards were responsible for the training of the young slaves. Even Pandora was left behind in the mansion.
middle.
While Kohler is hiding in the shadows, Kratos, who was once the king of agents, "King of Hell," knows very well that if he wants the third prince Arthur Evans to climb to the peak of royal power, he must hold the poison in one hand.
The Dark Sword.
The four hooves of the war pig were as deep as the soil. After a short period of energy accumulation, it suddenly exploded, and its huge body flew out across the plain.
According to the instructions on the map, Kratos made the war pigs run arrogantly in a straight line. All obstacles were directly blasted to pieces by the indestructible collision angle. When the sun went down, they had already traveled less than half of the Mesodus Plains.
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"Sir, something is wrong. We are definitely taking the shortest route, but we haven't seen any trace of other people at all. Are they really still hiding in the city and not setting off?"
Kratos folded his arms and stood upright on top of the running war pig. After listening to Arthas' words, he couldn't help but raise his head and said meaningfully: "I'm afraid that the shortcut we took may not be the fastest shortcut!" (