Greece brings evildoers

"Puff puff puff puff!"

Facing entanglements and squeezes from all directions, the Cyclops was bound by the spiritual water-like snake python that bound its limbs and bit its body.

However, although Polyphemus lacked magical talent, the divine blood from the sea god Poseidon and the sea nymph Toosa gave him the protection of the ocean. The snake python transformed by the sea water could only temporarily restrict his movements, and he could not move at all. Unable to cause effective damage to him.

Do you think you can drown the son of Poseidon by dragging me into the water? How stupid!

Polyphemus, who was breathing freely in the water, grinned and tore off several water-like snakes and pythons in front of him. The one vertical eye on his face was fixed on the figure that was like a fish rising rapidly in the sea water.

"Damn mouse, it's still trying to escape!"

Having found the target again, the Cyclops suddenly exerted force, and its huge body dragged many entangled water-like snakes and pythons, like a fierce sea beast covered with seaweed, chasing the figure and quickly surfaced.

"Wow!"

Huge waves exploded on the sea surface, and the splashing seawater scattered freely, forming a mist.

The moment Polyphemus came out of the water, his one eye suddenly condensed, and he immediately raised his right hand, firmly grasping the murderous intention hidden in the haze.

——A light bronze arrow was intercepted in front of his face.

"Little mouse, you can shoot such a soft arrow. Are you not breastfeeding?"

The Cyclops shouted in a rough voice, laughing wildly and humiliatingly.

However, in mid-air, the "meal on the plate" holding a bronze long bow pointed at something faintly.

Polyphemus subconsciously followed the direction of Lorne's finger and looked at the front end of the bronze arrow.

——An inconspicuous small pottery bottle was tied with thin threads and hung below the arrow.

——On the bottle, there seemed to be two Hermes words engraved on it.

One of the ring symbols represents the concealment of water; while the other is a triangular shape, with dots of hot light shining between the textures.

In an instant, the disdain on the Cyclops's face suddenly solidified, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"Snapped!"

At the same time, a crisp finger snap echoed.

The bronze arrow he held in his hand suddenly exploded, and streams of hot liquid splashed unexpectedly towards his face and eyes.

Instantly, the air was filled with the pungent stench of rotting flesh, a strong burning sensation and heart-wrenching pain swept over him, and darkness surrounded him.

"Ahhh! My eyes! My eyes!"

Polyphemus held his face with one hand, swept around randomly with the other hand, and let out a shrill scream.

The nearby seawater splashed large waves and poured water on the Cyclops. Unfortunately, it caused secondary damage. Polyphemus was stung so painfully that his face was distorted, and the string called reason in his brain was completely broken.

"Ahhhhh, kill you! Kill you!"

The Cyclops wailed miserably and cursed viciously.

"Smelly rat, I'm going to rip off your limbs... twist off your head... take out your internal organs... then string them on a stick... and let you die little by little!"

However, without the island to stand on, the props for throwing, and the throwing skills that he was proud of, Polyphemus, floating in the sea, could only vent in vain to the surrounding sea water.

At this time, Lorne, who had changed his position and retreated to the reef in the distance, quietly watched the cyclops go crazy, the colors in his eyes were sharp and calm.

Most creatures have a common problem. The more dangerous the situation, the more vigilant they become.

And often when they reach a safe zone and areas where they are good at, they will instinctively relax.

Therefore, what you think is your advantage may become a fatal factor.

This is what is called - the one who drowns is the one who knows how to swim.

Polyphemus obviously made the same mistake. His opponent was not a stupid and ignorant lamb, but a demigod who could think and use tools.

Fortunately, there were still a few bottles of poison prepared by Circe, which unexpectedly hit this old enemy hard, otherwise...

Lorne looked at Polyphemus, who had been struggling on the sea for half an hour, still cursing and swiping, and couldn't help but be stunned by the length of the Cyclops' health bar.

But judging from the range of his movements, reaction speed, and strength of his words, this old enemy floating in the sea was only at the end of his game, and he didn't have much strength left.

"Despicable... shameless... kill you! Kill you!"

Polyphemus on the sea kept chanting, and a certain sadness and anger overflowed between the lines.

With the loss of vision and the poison entering his body, the Cyclops was at a complete disadvantage. After calming down, it was not that he had not considered escaping.

But the mouse hiding in the dark would occasionally throw cold arrows and spells to hinder his movements; or he would drop a few dragon tooth soldiers to create noise, making him suspicious and tired of dealing with it, and not allowing him to retreat at all. Opportunity.

Therefore, Polyphemus could only let his life force flow away, waiting for himself to be worn down bit by bit.

Finally, after struggling for another half an hour, the scarred Cyclops climbed onto a rock and fell to the ground. His head buried in the sea could vaguely feel the approaching footsteps behind him through the surging waves. .

However, at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Polyphemus turned his neck and turned his head with difficulty, revealing a face that was covered in blood and flesh, and you could almost see the white bones under the skin. The surviving mouthpiece let out vicious curses.

"Human bastard... kill me... Father God will definitely... never let you go! And... and... the bird-winged bitch who raised you... you all have to die... you all have to stay with me... "

"puff!"

The sharp blade penetrated the flesh, and the Cyclops's curses stopped abruptly, and his huge head was penetrated by a long bronze sword.

Immediately, the sword edge stirred, and under the violent impact of magic, the whole head exploded instantly, and the golden-red divine blood poured into the sea water, turning into strange bright colors.

"So much nonsense..."

Lorne snorted coldly, flicked away the blood on the sword's edge, and stretched his body habitually, hoping to welcome the baptism of divinity.

However, after a moment, he could only open his eyes in disappointment and angrily inserted the long sword into the scabbard.

Sure enough, the war authority was taken back from the moment he was promoted to demigod, and this shortcut was also blocked.

It really leaves no room at all.

Lorne looked past the headless corpse of Polyphemus and looked at the "audience" holding his cheeks on the rocks, smiling and appreciating, and snorted quietly.

"So, are you satisfied with this performance?"

"You are indeed much better than I expected."

Hecate admired sincerely, then raised her right hand and pointed at the sea in the distance, the corners of her lips raised creating a happy arc on her beautiful face.

"However, it seems that you have new trouble coming to your door."

Lorne's eyelids twitched, and he put the magic power into his eyes, looking far into the distance.

Under the sparkling sea, a total of twenty golden-blue lights and shadows were approaching rapidly. Their upper bodies had the appearance of human beings, wearing gorgeous bronze armor, holding tridents in their hands, but their lower bodies had a pair of fish tails. Let them move quickly through the water.

Among them, there are three demigods, and the remaining seventeen are all at the peak gold level.

Lorne's heart was beating wildly and his expression changed drastically.

——Atlantis Praetorian Guards!

By the way, don’t you think all three options have pitfalls?