[Greek mythology] Born to be arrogant

Chapter 52 God King Fury 2

Diana let out a weak "Hmm" and lay in Apollo's arms drowsily, with throbbing pains in her lower abdomen.

Gradually, she vaguely felt a warm current gushing out, and Apollo carefully let her lie flat on the bed, raised the pillow for her, and then ordered the maids to prepare warm water.

The parchment scroll full of handwriting has been put aside for reference at any time.

"Are you okay?" Apollo asked her in a low voice.

Diana breathed a little: "It's okay, I can bear it."

She had suffered many injuries, big and small, and she had scraped the bones to remove poison a few times.Although childbirth is painful, it is within the range she can bear.

Apollo bowed his head and kissed her eyes again: "If it hurts, you can pinch me or bite me."

Diana was amused by him, and couldn't help bursting out laughing, suddenly her body froze, and big beads of cold sweat broke out: "You!"

A slender and rough finger gradually penetrated in, and then the second, third... slowly rotating and grinding, opening the cervix for her.Diana felt cold sweat profusely all over her body, but Apollo still persuaded her seriously: "Be patient, it is said that at least four fingers should be opened. Probably, probably this child will be bigger than ordinary people..."

She asked with a sad face: "Can't you have a caesarean section...can you cut it open with a knife?"

Apollo glanced at her: "Don't make trouble." He found that every once in a while, he had to revisit this sentence countless times.

Diana gasped heavily in pain, but she never groaned, let alone pinched or pinched Apollo as mentioned earlier.

She was reluctant.

Gradually, the pain was so painful that she lost consciousness, someone vaguely fed her some ice-cold water.She swallowed like a thirsty traveler in the desert.The surroundings were so quiet that not a single needle fell, only occasionally came Apollo's steady voice, "clean soft cloth" or "water".

He does have the potential to be a gynecologist...

"I will only be your doctor." Suddenly, a soft kiss landed on her eyes.

Diana suddenly realized that she had said that sentence unconsciously.

"Ah, Your Highness Apollo." Callisto yelled out in horror, "Is our Highness... the fetal position is not correct?"

"Well, this little bastard must have kicked his mother's stomach a lot." Apollo was faintly angry. He can't eat!

When she turned her head to look again, Diana tightly pursed her lips and grasped the bed sheet, still silent, but her face was faintly pale.

Apollo sighed, ignoring his blood-stained hands, and then bowed his head to kiss her: "Honey, if you endure like this, it will only make me more worried. If it hurts, just scream, okay?"

As soon as the words fell, he heard a suppressed groan.The voice was not loud, but there was great pain.

"It's been a day and a night," Callisto murmured.

Apollo froze, gritted his teeth, took the small silver knife beside him, cut a deep wound on his arm, and fed the gurgling blood into Diana's mouth.

Divine power collided.

The blood blends together.

The icy silver light flowed down from every inch of Diana's skin, and poured into the world, forming a large expanse like water and moonlight.

Diana slightly opened her eyes.

"Are you crazy? If you do this, you will forcibly transform this child into a child of God!"

That's too late.

Fiery golden rays of light intersect with icy silver rays of light, forming a storm-like vortex.In the vortex, Apollo penetrated Diana's body with both hands, holding out a small white ball of light.Gradually, the light group spread out its small hands and feet, opened its eyes, and met Apollo's eyes for a full quarter of an hour, wow, crying.

"……Give me……"

Diana raised her body slightly and stretched out her hand to Apollo.

The mixed light of gold and silver shrouded her body, gradually stopped the bleeding for her, and restored her body to its original state, without any trace of birth.

Apollo looked at Diana and then at the child in his hand, couldn't help but lifted a fat calf, slapped, slapped, slapped his ass three times, and then handed it to Diana's arms.

Diana couldn't help but glared at him: "What are you doing?!"

A pair of soft little hands had already embraced her neck, followed by a whimpering cry.The cold little jelly face rubbed against her neck again and again, speaking softly and softly, "Hate, hate Father God! Hmph!"

Diana immediately became one head and two adults.

Born to speak, he is indeed the son of God.

Trouble.

How should Apollo explain to the world that a god and a human race actually gave birth to a pure-blooded son of God?

"Aspirekus."

"What?" Diana didn't hear clearly.

"I say, his name is Aspirekius." Apollo sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged Diana and the white and tender little ball in his arms, his voice muffled.

Diana: ...

Bastard, with such a long name, it is obvious that bullying her has a postpartum memory loss... ╥﹏╥

Diana rubbed the little white dumpling in her arms, and made a decision on her own: "Ale, can you hug your father?"

"Don't go!" Xiao Baituanzi turned his head and hugged Diana's neck tightly, refusing to let go.He beat his father god as soon as he was born, so don't hug him!Father God is the worst!

Diana gave Apollo a helpless look, and it happened that Apollo was also looking down at her.The moment the four eyes met, Apollo couldn't help laughing, and kissed her eyes: "Baby, your level of naming...is really bad." Saying this, Apollo reached out and patted Xiao Baituanzi's head , said with a little regret: "Forcibly transformed by the power of the Sun Moon God, this child may find it difficult to grow up."

Diana was stunned: "It means, he will always maintain this look? Just like Eros?"

Apollo gave a soft "hmm".

A moment later, he smiled and picked up Diana and the little white dumpling in her arms, and sent them to Miletus.

Apollo deliberately selected the best teacher from Miletus to teach Ale—although Diana’s naming skills were indeed extremely sloppy, and she simply picked two monosyllabic words from the long string of names. Apollo still went with her.

After Apollo sent them back to Miletus in a hurry, he left in a hurry, and he didn't know where he went.

The sun still rises from the east every day, and the phoenix still sings loudly every day.

Diana's idea of ​​"immediately committing suicide and reincarnating" was forcibly suppressed by the little white dumpling that didn't grow up.Although Ale had always been smart and had the shadow of his father when he was a teenager, she was still too young for her to commit suicide with confidence.

Finally one day, Apollo came down from the sky with a tired face, handed Al to Euclid and Archytas who had returned from their study tours, took Diana back to the holy mountain of Olympus, and went all the way to the night. kingdom.

"Don't be afraid." Apollo held the golden sword against Diana's slender neck, and kissed her tenderly.

She nodded, closed her eyes, and waited intently for that moment to come.

The golden sword pressed down slowly, and the dark red blood flowed down the edge of the sword.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, she leaned softly in Apollo's arms, and gradually stopped breathing.

Apollo gently put her down, and the fiery golden light wrapped in his left hand penetrated her body and lifted her fragile soul up.And in his right hand, he held a clean and transparent silver ball of light.Every tiny dot of light on the light ball was full of pain that he didn't want to recall.

Fortunately, everything is over.

The fragile soul gradually merged with the silver ball of light, floating steadily in Apollo's palm.

Apollo held it almost devoutly, and knelt down in front of the Night Goddess.

The Goddess of the Night picked it up and slowly rubbed it into her belly.

Apollo forced a smile: "Thank you, mother." He turned his head, looked at Zeus who had been standing aside for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, father...for waiting for me for so long."

Zeus glanced at him: "Now, immediately, come to the Temple of Thunder and explain to Lao Tzu!"

I can't tell.

Poseidon insisted that the incident had nothing to do with Apollo, and Hera habitually helped fuel the flames.Last night, Iris ran over to inform him in the middle of the night, saying that Hera proposed to let Poseidon kill Apollo and not let go, and then she would be responsible for releasing Poseidon.That stubborn Poseidon actually did that.

Athena sighed quietly on the side: "It's really a good way to implicate a large area, a good way."

Even in the human world, treason is a very serious crime, let alone the immortal gods?

Zeus kicked Apollo to Tartarus, saying that he had to stay in the God Prison until he figured out how to deal with it.As for whether Poseidon lied... Tsk tsk, Zeus always felt that his younger brother was not a problem.

For Zeus, Apollo was a double-edged sword.

Most of the time, that sword would sweep across all directions and become his greatest benefit.

Occasionally, that sword would come back and wound Zeus himself.

So whether to let the sword rust or simply break it, Zeus has a headache.

——As for turning it into a single-edged sword?

——Zeus felt that he probably didn't have the ability.

Even though Olympus was still as calm as a pool of stagnant water on the surface, everyone knew that Zeus had a big rage that day, and there were three consecutive months of muffled thunder in the world, followed by another three months of torrential rain.

It was originally a very simple thing, but someone made it complicated.

At the latest session of the Gods Council, the Goddess of Wisdom and War slowly unfolded a long scroll, pointed to the extremely complicated formula on it and said: "Atom is the smallest and most indivisible substance in the world."

"Everything in the world is made of atoms."

"Including the sky and the earth."

"In the endless void, there exists a wonderful substance called 'ether', in which light travels."

"There is phlogiston in combustible objects. Combustion is the process of releasing phlogiston."

"The rules of the world can be deduced one after another with mathematical formulas. However, the origin of the world is ideas."

"'Idea' is the source of all things."

The Goddess of Wisdom hadn't finished her voice, but there was already applause from the audience.

Someone in the corner suddenly asked, "How about the Milesians?"

Horady replied: "The Milesian school has long since declined. In today's human world, the Athens school is the crown among scholars."