Chapter 211 I Got up and Defeated Him in One Move. What Else Can I Say?

On the Field of Truth, Lorne and the other two were rushing through the weeds, trying to get rid of the pursuit of Hypnos, the god of sleep.

The endless grass under their feet swayed in the dim light. There was no sun shining here, and it was always like dusk or night, and there were no lights. The white flowers sensed the visitors passing by, dancing in the wind, looming like ghosts, emitting a faint light.

This is the daffodil of the underworld, which is different from the species in the world. Because it blooms in the [Field of Truth], it is also called the [Daffodil Plain].

All mediocre people who have neither great deeds nor evil deeds will stay in the Daffodil Plain. Their souls will be sent to this place, and before that they must drink the water of the Let River to forget everything in their lives.

As the white daffodils lighted up slightly, Lorne and the other two saw the confused souls wandering around on this plain full of daffodils from the underworld.

Because of the water of the Let River, they have no memories, no future, no emotions, no purpose. They only come to the riverside when they are hungry to eat the flowers growing on the riverside.

It is a kind of underworld plant called "Golden Spike Flower". These flowers often grow not far from the riverside. They can provide the dead with the air of death and eliminate the hunger in their souls.

Of course, in addition to the golden spike flower, there is another kind of food that can fill the stomachs of these confused undead.

——The blood and life of living things!

"Opposite, it smells so good..."

"Delicious!"

"Alive, eat!"

Countless hungry and crazy whispers came from all directions. A pair of empty eyes stared at the three people walking through the flowers. The throat moved unconsciously, and subconsciously raised their sharp hands and ran towards the freshness from the human world.

Looking at the thousands of undead who regained their vitality in an instant and rushed towards this side, Luo En couldn't help but think of the army of students who rushed to the cafeteria after hearing the bell for the end of get out of class.

"Run!"

Sisyphus said nothing, and as usual, he exerted his talent as the "Wind Rider", pushed the blood of the wind god in his body to the limit, and ran away first.

Anyway, the two teammates behind him were more outrageous than each other in terms of strength and origin.

They didn't need to worry about their safety and speed.

Instead of thinking about them, it's better to worry about yourself in advance.

Sure enough, Sisyphus didn't run a few steps before he felt a gust of wind blowing past him, easily leaving him behind.

What's more annoying is that a large number of crazy undeads actually chased him straight, even his emergency lane change was useless.

Sisyphus, who was chased like a rabbit and ran around, couldn't help but break his defense when he saw this.

"Why are they only chasing me and not you?"

"Oh, I just cast a suppression spell to seal the breath of life in our flesh and soul."

Using the speed of [Goat], Lorne, who was pulling Thetis to a steady lead, turned his head and answered carelessly.

Looking at the couple in front, Sisyphus' eyes were filled with grief and anger.

"What about me?"

"Who told you to run so fast? You're always the first to run away!"

"..."

Under Loen's contemptuous gaze, the guilty swindler was speechless.

However, in a moment of distraction, a ghost pounced from the side of the bush, opened its drooling mouth, and bit the most plump and elastic soft meat in front of it.

"Ah~! My ass!"

The fleeing son of the wind god let out a shrill scream, kicked the rude ghost hanging on his ass and biting it, and then cried and begged forward.

"Where's the suppression spell? Brother, put it on me quickly!"

"What's the benefit?"

"When I return to Corinth, the god of wine will personally send me enough honey wine!" Sisyphus promised solemnly.

"Hmm..." Lorne smiled and nodded, making a meaningful nasal sound, and the speed of sketching Hermes script on his hand slowed down a bit.

This liar is really stubborn, and he really deserves to suffer.

"Hiss~ah~! Don't bite! You bastards, don't bite me!"

Under the deliberate delay of a certain black-bellied god, Sisyphus was pounced on by several undead again, and several wounds appeared on his arms, buttocks, and even thighs.

Finally, after a painful experience of every second, Lorne's suppression spell was finally completed, and Sisyphus was successfully rescued from the siege of the undead.

"Brother..."

Sisyphus, who survived the disaster, stood up from the bushes like a little girl who had been ravaged by thousands of big men, and was moved to tears by the good comrade who took the initiative to lend a hand.

He swore that he would never run away first next time, and it seemed that it would be safest to follow this guy.

Just as Sisyphus made up his mind and walked towards Lorne, he saw the other party's face change slightly, and suddenly pulled up Thetis beside him and dodged to the side.

"Swoosh!"

At the same time, a black butterfly with a hideous face flapped its wings and flew over, hitting Sisyphus' head directly.

Damn...

Sisyphus' eyes went dark, and before he could curse in anger, his consciousness fell into endless chaos.

Looking at his poor teammate, who fell straight down with a painful look on his face, Lorne turned back indignantly.

"You are the god of sleep, why do you also sneak attack this set? It's unethical!"

However, as his eyes fell behind him, he suddenly realized that it was not the god of sleep Hypnos who came here.

A humanoid monster wearing pitch black armor, carrying black wings, and having wild beast teeth and claws spoke in a loud voice.

"Not bad, you were able to avoid the blow just now. It seems that you are the target that Father God asked us to focus on!"

God the Father? Is he the son of Hypnos?

When Luo En heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

At this moment, the tall and ferocious humanoid monster licked its lizard-like slender scarlet tongue, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in its snake-like vertical eyes.

"Even Father God is full of praise for you. Just in time, let me try your abilities!"

In an instant, the humanoid monster vibrated its jet-black wings, and countless dark phosphorescent lights shone down. The surrounding space twisted and elongated along with his body, turning into a hundred-meter-long giant dragon, roaring into the sky.

"Roar!"

A high-pitched and majestic voice spread to the surroundings, and pure black butterflies emerged from the phosphorescence one after another, and then turned into thousands of bipedal flying dragons, gathering in the sky and surrounding the area.

"It's Oniliyi..."

The hushed voice of Thetis came from the side, and then the ocean goddess gave a few concise introductions, allowing Lorn to understand where the opponent in front of him came from.

Onilii, also known as Oneilos, are the dream-talking gods in Greek mythology. They are the sons of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and are the incarnation of all dreams. Legend has it that there are three thousand of them.

Usually, the Dream God Clan has black wings on its shoulders and lives in Dreamland on the edge of the underworld. They are subordinate to the sleep god Hypnos and are responsible for creating dreams for various creatures in the world.

The three thousand dream gods can be divided into three major categories according to their functions. The three best sons of Hypnos are their managers.

One, Morpheus, also known as the "Shaper", is an anthropomorphic dream god who is good at transforming into the image of a human being and is the head of the three thousand dream gods;

Second, Phantasus, also known as the "Illusionist", is a dream god who is good at transforming into images of earth, stone, water and wood;

Third, Phubertol, also known as "The Terrorist", is a dream god who imitates animals. He is good at transforming into the image of birds and animals. Therefore, the gods also call him - Ikerus, which means "the image-like one".

Obviously, the dream god who turned into a giant dragon and stood in front of them was the "Terrorist" Fulbotor, and his group of beast-like dream gods under his command.

"Didn't we agree on a duel? Why did you bring in soldiers to clear the map?"

Lorne couldn't help but curse Hypnos for his lack of martial ethics.

Miscellaneous soldiers? Are you talking about us?

Damn guy!

Forbotor, who turned into a giant dragon in front of him, heard the words and was immediately strongly insulted. He immediately threw aside the order of his father Hypnos to not act rashly after discovering the target. He flapped his wings forward angrily and opened his mouth to spit out blazing bears. of hellfire.

At the same time, a group of bipedal flying dragons transformed from the Dreaming God Clan in the sky also swooped down one after another and launched a siege on the three felons from the underworld.

Looking at the menacing group of dragons, Lorne snorted coldly. The golden light wheel behind him pointed at the fifth grid. Golden-red bloody flames rose into the sky. The country-building spear in his hand was thrown forward, tearing through the dragon flames with lightning speed. Penetrating the sky at a blinding speed.

"puff!"

"Ouch!"

Accompanied by the dull sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and a painful scream, the dark dragon dragged half of its broken wings and plummeted down like a crashed fighter jet, plunging into the dark soil of the underworld and smashing out hundreds of meters of fire. Deep pit.

"hateful!"

The embarrassed Fulbotor, who had just recovered his human form, climbed up from the pit with a curse, when a figure as fast as lightning rushed in front of him and kicked him into the soil at the edge of the pit.

Under the strong shock, the dream god Fubotor was hit hard again. Several of his sternums were cracked and broken. A mouthful of purple-black reverse blood spurted out from his throat, and he was in a state of depression.

Lorne pulled out the Forbotor embedded in the soil with his bare hands, held it in his hand, and sneered disdainfully.

"What? You are called a soldier and you still don't accept it? If you want to arrest me, at least let Hypnos do it by himself. You are not qualified!"

After all, he had collected half of the main gods of Olympus. Coupled with the god-killing attribute of the nation-building spear, ordinary gods could only be defeated in a second against him.

Faubert's cheeks turned red with anger, and he wanted to refute, but faced with the indisputable facts, he had no choice but to vent his anger on the subordinates standing aside.

"What are you waiting for? A bunch of trash!"

Upon hearing this, thousands of bipedal flying dragons immediately fluttered their wings and landed on the ground, turning into lions, cheetahs, magic pigs, giant snakes and other strange monsters, and swarmed directly towards Thetis and Sisyphus on the other side.

They are not stupid. Even their boss was killed by a certain guy in one round. Now if they form a group to attack him, they will give away their lives for nothing.

Persimmons, of course, have to be picked soft and pinched.

Seeing that Thetis, who was guarding Sisyphus, was beginning to be in danger as the beasts stepped up their offensive, Lorne's face turned cold, and he unceremoniously twisted off Fabotor's other movable arm and scolded her forward. .

"Be honest with me!"

Hearing the crisp sound of fractures behind them and the painful groan of the boss, the beast-turned-Mengnai Protoss stopped their attacks one after another.

Immediately, Lorne pinched the broken bone in Faubert's arm, looked at the face that was distorted in pain, and gave kind advice.

"And you, why are you trying to be strong? We all have no grievances. Just be obedient and if you don't want to suffer, just obediently undo the dream curse you placed before. Let's keep the same."

"Agree! I agree!"

Under the tyranny of a certain man, Phoebus, who was about to faint from the pain, could only nod in humiliation, and quickly threw a drop of blood at Sisyphus's forehead, and a black gas mixed with screams and cries dissipated and disappeared.

"Happy cooperation!"

Seeing that the other party was so tactful, Loen smiled with relief, and then threw Phoebus to the back with force, and then he decisively pulled up Thetis and Sisyphus, and activated the speed of [Goat] to rush out of the range of the beast tide.

As we all know, Greek gods have always been unruly, and they are all petty.

It is basically impossible to expect them to swallow their anger after suffering a loss.

"The people are here! Catch them quickly!"

Sure enough, Loen didn't run a few steps, and Phoebus's angry roar came from behind him.

But this time, he was obviously much smarter, knowing to call other brothers of the dream god and the father god Hypnos to join together and then act together.