Plato Academy in the early morning was quieter than yesterday.

Neden walked into the classroom and looked at the last row, his eyes trembling slightly.

In the last row, there were seven students sitting.

And now, there are only three people left.

Hort, Jimmy, Albert.

Nideen glanced at the class and said, "Last evening, Su Ye had left the port safely."

The students breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, just early this morning, Zhan Shenshan issued a new order, suspected that Su Ye was suspected of killing aristocrats in Huihe Town and arresting him on new charges. As expected, the city guards had launched an arrest operation."

Many students clenched their fists and were full of anger.

"By the way, Palos asked for leave today. OK, let's start this class next..."

While speaking, Neden looked out the window and looked towards the direction of the God of War Mountain.

The God of War is a small hill in Athens City that is smaller than the Acropolis Mountain. It is surrounded by houses at the foot of the mountain. It is a subordinate organization of the God of War, managing all things in Athens City.

Diagonally opposite the War God Mountain, the spacious city guard camp stands.

A slender girl was walking forward, holding a golden token of Pandion family, unobstructed, walking from the gate to the front of the city guard hall.

The generals of the city guards sat in the hall and turned their heads in surprise to look at the girl wearing red leather armor.

Before the generals could speak, Palos threw the golden token in his hand to the front door of the hall.

"I, Palos, the daughter of Lutos of the Pandion family, ask you to do a favor. Stay here before the sun rises tomorrow. If anyone leaves, I can't do anything now, but I will write down all those who cross the gold Medusa and imprint them in my soul, because you will be my enemy. Once you are promoted to gold, I will kill the enemy with my hands and never die!"

Palos placed his right fist on his left chest, lowered his head slightly, and saluted.

After saying that, Palos turned and left.

The generals in the hall looked at the girl's back and whispered.

Palos returned to the Pandion family, stood at the gate, and looked inside quietly.

The gate of Pandiweng's house was hollowed out and carved with a whole piece of white marble. Various magical creatures, monsters or monsters were carved on the door frame.

They are all preys of the Pandiweng family.

It's already full of carvings.

Palos, dressed in fiery red leather armor, stood in front of the gate like a blooming red rose.

A tall young man came from the yard.

The young man's clothes were different from those of ordinary Greeks. His upper body was wearing black leather armor, but the leather armor only covered between his chest and abdomen, revealing his toned eight-pack abs, arranged neatly and symmetrically, just like a sculpture master carved it himself.

The mermaid lines on both sides of the abdominal muscles are as clear as if they were chopped with an axe, which is particularly clear.

There are seven-quarter black leather shorts on the legs.

Perhaps it was because of the black leather armor that his light coppery skin looked particularly eye-catching, and even a shiny golden color on the surface.

He was obviously barefoot like most Greeks, but there was no trace of dust on his feet, as clean as if he had just washed.

On the left side of his body, a strange sword floated, following him.

The sword's scabbard is very wide and looks very similar to an Egyptian coffin. On the surface of the yellow coffin, the god of death is carved in the cloak with a sickle in his hand.

The hilt of the sword is made of three twisted white bones interwoven, and the thigh is a ring-shaped white bone spur, with no more or less, and there are eighteen in total.

The young man had black curly hair, a little blue light reflected in his black eyes, his nose was straight, his thin lips were extremely blood-colored, and his appearance was a little similar to Palos.

Unlike Palos who always looks serious, there is always a curve of smile on the corners of his mouth, and there is always an indecisive evil floating in his eyebrows and eyes.

The cynicism in his smile cannot even make people sure whether he is laughing or laughing.

The young man stopped on the stone road in the courtyard and looked at Palos at the door.

Palos' eyes seemed to reflect the sunny day.

"My dear sister, what are you doing?" Sisyphus smiled faintly, like every brother looking at his younger brother and sister, his tone was full of kindness, but there was always a little disgust in his eyes.

"Please stay at home until the sun rises again." Palos' tender and sweet voice rang in the yard.

"No problem, as long as you tell me the reason, you can wait until the sun rises from the west." Sisyphus didn't care.

"You know the reason." Palos looked coldly at this brother who rarely contacted him.

Sisyphus tilted his head slightly, looked at the clear sky in the morning, thought for a while, and suddenly realized, and said, "It seems to be for Su Ye? It's rumored outside that he is your lover and a strong competitor to my future brother-in-law. Is it true?"

Palos resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said, "Fake it."

"Who is she yours?" Sisyphus's smile became stronger, and the evil in his eyebrows and eyes became stronger.

"My friend, my classmate, my deskmate, my savior," said Palos.

"You can't die, and you have repaid it," Sisyphus smiled.

"You can't die, and you don't need me to repay you, but you will always be my brother." Palos' tone was particularly cold.

"Do you like him?" Sisyphus looked at his sister playfully, full of interest.

Palos thought for a while and said, "I like what he says, what he says, what he does."

"So, you like him." Sisyphus whistled frivolously.

"Of course. People I don't like will not become my friends, such as you." Palos said.

"Dear sister, you always hurt my heart. Well, I probably understand. Your love for him is beyond your friend, but you have not reached a lover, right?" Sisyphus asked with a smile.

“It’s not wrong.”

Sisyphus shrugged and said, "I'm sorry. If he is your lover, I, the brother, will help me no matter what. However, since he is not your lover, I will execute the orders of War God Mountain and go to arrest him. But don't worry, he is your friend after all, and I will treat him kindly."

"Don't force me." Palos held the golden Medusa necklace in his right hand, staring at Sisyphus like an angry kitten.

"Why, I forgot to cry when I failed in the competition?" Sisyphus still smiled.

"You can't leave here."

"I'm going to the city guards."

Palos pulled off the golden Medusa necklace.

Bang...

The necklace separated and turned into a ball of golden light, spreading rapidly in her hands. In the blink of an eye, the golden light condensed into a golden spear sword.

Above the sword body, there is a bright red blood groove, a bright blue divine pattern, and a frost-white blade.

Above the gun handle, liquid gold flows in dense bright blue divine patterns.

Palos's body gradually transformed from whiteness to bronze.

"It's bronze? Not bad. It seems that time makes you forget the pain of the past. I'll give you another chance to put down the sword of victory. You know, once my hidden coffin sword is revealed, no one will be sheathed if it doesn't kill anyone." Sisyphus smiled.

Palos held the victory gun and pointed at Sisyphus in both hands.

Sisyphus shook his head helplessly and said, "Then don't blame me."

After Sisyphus said that, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the laurel tree on the right. A branch covered with green leaves broke and flew into his hand.

He held the branches and swung them gently, and the leaves and branches scattered, leaving behind a straight bare branch. The golden divine power surged like flowing water, covering the entire branch.

"I haven't had a long time to compete with you and I miss you." Sisyphus walked forward with a branch in his hand, and the hidden coffin sword was suspended on his left.

Palos stabbed straight with a gun and a sword.

Her eyes were focused, her steps were steady, her guns and swords were swift, without any extra movements or any omissions.

"It's too slow." Sisyphus gently turned around with a smile, dodged the sword of victory, waved the branches, and slapped heavily on Palos' left shoulder.

Bang...

The leather armor cracked, and the divine power of the Holy Realm cut through like a sharp blade.

The skin cracks and blood overflows.

Palos took a step back half a step, silently stabbed out again.

Bang...

Sisyphus was intact, and a clear blood mark appeared on Palos' left arm.

Palos gritted his teeth, as if he could not feel the pain, and kept attacking.

With its powerful sanctuary power, Sisyphus can always avoid attacks and always attack Palos with branches.

Slowly, Palos's body became more and more scars, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood.

Sisyphus took a step back, still having a faint smile on his face.

"The blood of Pan Diwen's family should not be wasted here."

Palos stabbed again as if he hadn't heard of it.

Sisyphus, like before, gently turned sideways, waving the branches toward Palos' upper arm.
To be continued...