Greece brings evildoers

The centaurs gathered around came to their senses one after another. Several of them raised their swords, shields and spears, stepped out of the team, stepped forward with four hooves, and charged forward with a grin, ready to stab the guy who was blocking the way in one fell swoop. Sieve, and then rush as quickly as possible to enjoy the beautiful opposite sex who broke into Arcadia.

Let me just say, these four-legged things have nothing to do with me...

Looking at the centaurs who were galloping towards him with their weapons straightened up, a certain Bacchus who had just taken office stepped forward while clearing his name and holding the infant in his arms.

"Moo!"

The moment the two sides met, a bright golden light erupted in the enemy formation, turning into the shadow of a golden bull. It raised its head and let out an angry roar. The surging divine power knocked a group of centaurs rushing forward until they were bloody. Splashing, broken bones and tendons, they turned into twisted flesh bombs and flew backwards.

Red blood sprayed all the way, and several centaurs fell in the pit and let out dying screams and lamentations.

However, this not only failed to make the other centaurs fearful, but instead aroused the ferocity in their bones.

"Kill! Kill them all!"

The centaur wearing a golden helmet raised his giant axe, his body erupted with the unique golden power of the gods, and he roared and took the lead in the charge.

The remaining hundreds of centaurs grabbed their weapons, shouted excitedly, and followed closely.

The ground shook like thunder, and the Centauros charging collectively swept towards the thin figure in the center like a wave.

Facing the sight of these galloping horses, Lorne's swaddled baby didn't feel any fear at all. Instead, he stuck out his little head, widened his brown eyes, looked forward curiously, and chuckled.

"You are quite courageous. It looks like you will be a tough guy in the future!"

Lorne reached out and scratched the bridge of the little girl's nose, smiled teasingly, then fixed the swaddling clothes in front of him, freed up his hands, and jumped into the enemy's formation like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

Wherever it passed, the surrounding centaurs were either knocked away by the terrifying force and their internal organs shattered; or their weapons were taken away by exquisite force-relieving techniques and hacked to death with their backhands; or they were knocked down with bare hands and died. Under the trampling of his companions...

For a moment, the centaur tribe, who thought it was just an ordinary robbery, fell on their backs and suffered heavy casualties.

Looking at the scene of blood splattering around him, the little baby in Lorne's arms smiled even more happily, and there was even a flush of excitement on his face, seeming to enjoy this hearty battle scene.

"die!"

Seeing his subordinates being slaughtered, the centaur leader wearing a golden helmet finally couldn't bear it anymore. He wielded a giant ax and split an unlucky centaur blocking the road into two pieces, and then the ax blade struck Lorne directly in the head.

But just when this powerful and heavy blow was about to carve open the enemy's skull, it stopped in mid-air, motionless.

"That's it?"

Lorne raised his head slightly, glanced at the ax handle in his hand, and shook his head with a sneer.

After understanding the sarcasm in the expression, the centaur leader suddenly became furious, roared, and activated the divinity in his blood to the extreme, vowing to split the nasty two-legged sheep's head.

However, the resistance ahead that was supposed to be counteracted suddenly disappeared.

The centaur leader who exerted excessive force immediately smashed his ax into the ground, staggering forward and falling into the deep pit.

But before the dizzy head could be lifted from the soil, a foot stepped down hard, crushing the centaur leader's neck without mercy.

The fractures and lack of oxygen made the monster feel the shadow of death and couldn't help but struggle crazily.

In response, Lorne smiled slightly, grabbed the bronze giant ax that the centaur leader dropped on the ground, and swung it forward.

"puff!"

Along with the hot blood spurting out, a huge and ferocious head rolled down into the deep pit, its pupils gradually expanding, staring at the night sky in fear and lack of energy.

After getting rid of the centaur leader, who was barely a threat, Lorne dropped the blood-stained ax in his hand, looked at the centaur corpses all around, and couldn't help but sneer and shake his head.

"You have such little ability, but you still want to rob the camp in front of you? You are so daring. Do you know that I don't dare to mess with those women?"

After finally glancing at the group of four-legged animals, Lorne snapped his fingers, and the divine rhythm from the [Bull] began to vibrate.

The churned soil buried the corpses and blood on the ground deeper.

Their flesh and blood will become food for insects and ants and nutrients for plant growth in the coming year, which is another form of returning to nature.

After briefly cleaning up the scene, Lorne patted the dust on his body and walked towards the camp in the valley.

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"What took you so long?"

As soon as they sat down, Artemis, who had a worried look on her face, approached her and asked why.

"I'm in some trouble..."

Lorne did not hide anything and told the story of his encounter with the Centaur attack.

"These filthy beasts!"

Hearing that those four-legged guys dared to attack them, the goddesses suddenly became excited and wanted to dig out the corpses and whip them again.

Artemis even had a look on her face and threatened to reduce the population of the centaurs in Arcadia early tomorrow morning.

The nymphs and muses beside him also raised their hands in approval.

Looking at the murderous goddesses around him, Lorne couldn't help but mourn a few seconds of silence for the unlucky centaurs.

You said it's not good for you to rob anyone, but you want to provoke these tigresses?

A certain centaur tribe's original patron god shook his head secretly and gave up his plan to conquer this animal coalition without hesitation.

If his Dionysian sect wants to develop and grow smoothly, it must get rid of the bad and keep the good, and cannot just accept all the rubbish.

So, if you can’t save it, just wait for death!

After giving the death notice to the animals in his heart, Lorne immediately untied the swaddling clothes from his chest.

Suddenly, a little head eagerly came out, sniffed, crawled on all fours to Artemis's arms, and plunged into the deep ravine.

The goddess of hunting was suddenly attacked, and her flowers trembled. She quickly held down the baby's little head, blushed with shame, and opened her mouth to ask.

"Where did it come from?"

"Uh, I picked it up..."

Lorne quickly answered, telling the whole story, and then coughed dryly to remind him.

"Look at her, is she hungry?"

"Well, it should be..."

Artemis nodded subconsciously, looked at the little guy who had left a large amount of saliva in front of her bra with a hint of annoyance, and then gave orders to the nymphs around her.

"Go find some breast milk for this child."

Breast milk?

For a moment, these nymphs who had sworn to remain chaste in the Hunting Temple looked at each other, looking at each other.

Where is this thing nearby? They can't squeeze it out themselves.

"It doesn't have to be a human, it can also be a female animal that happens to be lactating."

Lorne gave a brief reminder, and the nymphs suddenly understood and quickly divided into several teams to explore the nearby mountains and forests.

Within a few moments, the hunting nymphs who were running rampant in the mountain forest dragged several lactating female beasts into the camp, including their families.

There are female bears, goats, and wild boars...

As soon as these frightened female beasts were driven over, the little guy who smelled the scent of milk groped his way out of Artemis' arms and got into the arms of one of the female beasts.

It was a golden-haired lioness who had recently experienced the pain of losing her son due to a hunter's pursuit.

Not only for this reason, but also because of the presence of Artemis, the lioness behaved quite docilely. Not only did she not resist the closeness of the human cub, but she took the initiative to open her belly and began to breastfeed.

The extremely hungry baby lay on the soft belly of the lion mother, picked up the pacifier, and sucked the sweet juice hard.

Seeing that innocent look, the goddesses around him became very maternal and wanted to hold him in their arms to show their closeness.

However, after he was full of milk, the little guy turned his head and looked around, and finally burst into giggles, crawling on all fours into the arms of the male mother in the crowd.

Lorne smiled bitterly, helplessly opened his arms, and gently picked up the baby.

"It seems like she likes you very much."

Artemis sat down next to her lover, looking at the baby's delicate and spiritual face, she couldn't help but smile, and reached out to gently wipe away the milk foam from the baby's mouth.

Seemingly infected by the kindness released by the goddess, the little guy opened his bright eyes wide, babbling and yelling, stretched out his hands to hold a few of Artemis' fingers in his arms, and then snorted safely. sleep.

The wonderful temperature and throbbing rushed into the heart from the fingertips. The hunting goddess suddenly had an impulse, blinked her bright eyes, and looked expectantly at her lover beside her.

"I also like this child very much. How about we...you help me adopt her on my behalf?"

She is a virgin who wants to remain chaste. Even if she bravely breaks through the shackles and tastes the forbidden fruit with the person she loves, this relationship cannot be exposed to the sun after all.

It is also rare for me to have the opportunity to give birth to an heir for the person I love in front of me.

Instead of regretting in hardship, it is better to treat this God-given child as one's own and cultivate together to become the bond of their love.

Moreover, with such a little guy fostered by his lover, he would have a logical reason to visit (tryst) and do some intimate actions, and no one would easily suspect him.

Hearing the tact in those words, Lorne immediately understood Artemis's intention, smiled and nodded, and took the initiative to send this lucky little guy into the arms of the Huntress.

"Okay, Lady Artemis, then it's up to you to choose a name for her."

Artemis took the swaddling clothes, looked at the energetic little face in front of her, thought about it seriously, smiled and spoke.

"Atalanta, just call her Atalanta."

Immediately, the goddess kissed the baby's forehead, and the rhythmic power poured into the baby girl's body, bestowing the blessing of the hunting god from nature.

When the ceremony was over, the baby, who had become much quieter, fell back into his arms. Lorne looked at the sleeping little girl holding his fingers, and suddenly felt dumbfounded.

Atalanta, the abandoned princess of Arcadia, a huntress who swore chastity to the goddess Artemis, accomplished great feats during the Calydon Hunt and won many honors. She also participated in the famous [Argo Expedition] and was a heroine famous for her shooting skills and foot strength.

It is said that the great hero Peleus, the father of Achilles, once competed with him in terms of strength, but also lost to this beautiful huntress.

It's actually her? This time I hit the jackpot.