Douluo's steel judge

Chapter 179 The Trial of Atreus

In a messy and unusually neat medium-sized kitchen.

There is only one chef here, wearing a neat and clean chef uniform. The chef has a tough and handsome face with a thick beard around his face and neck. He is concentrating on observing the oven in front of him.

Pieces of pasta that seem to be shining with golden luster in the oven are rapidly transpiring at the right fire temperature, and the size of the pasta is slowly growing, making people feel a little salivating when they see it.

Suddenly, a woman in a long white dress came in. She looked at the chef who was serious and looked like no one else and smiled, and then she came behind the chef, "Atreus, every time I see you, you are making pasta. .”

The man named Atreus looked back at the woman and smiled, "What? After the war, I can't even have any hobbies?"

"There is still a lot of work in this world for us to deal with." The woman shook her head, then smiled, "However, you don't have to worry about it."

"I, a god who only knows how to defeat a battle, will do my best if I don't lose a battle. Let me deal with the aftermath, please." Atreus continued to look at the pastry in front of him, "Let me order the mortals to rebuild Homeland, let me bake bread here to feed those mortals."

Suddenly, a purple-black flame suddenly rose from the body of the woman in the white dress, and then disappeared in the sky of this world in an instant like a ray of light.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then a beautiful smile bloomed quietly like a flower on her face.

"That was just now?" Atreus was curious, but he felt that the power did not come from the place where their enemies came from, but from the same source as theirs, so Atreus did not act rashly.

"There is a child who just inherited part of my strength." The woman explained, but she seemed very happy.

"Child?" Atreus tilted his head. Unexpectedly, the burly man looked a little cute.

At this moment, a woman's angry voice spread throughout the world, "Morgana, come out!"

After hearing this, Atreus said helplessly to Morgana beside him, "This is about your two sisters, I can't help you."

Morgana walked out indifferently, "It's okay, I'll just go and talk to Kyle."

Above the Giant God Peak.

For the time being, this is the place where the gods in the sky and the powerful human beings live. After the tragic war, many famous master fighters are buried here.

At this moment, a woman as dazzling as the sun with six wings on her back was angrily holding a long sword like a flame in the air. Anyone with malicious intentions, even a little malicious or evil thoughts, would make their bodies Like burning in a fire.

The eyes on "Kyle"'s flawless face were as pure white as two small suns, and her face was no longer as calm and peaceful as Kyle had seen before.

But
Anger like flames burning on the long sword in her hand.

Tariq, who has a more peaceful personality, came out immediately and wanted to persuade Kyle, and only Tariq had the ability to persuade Kyle.

Taric, who is also a protoss, possesses the guardian power, which can protect everyone present at the moment of battle.

If it were the Fierce Sun Protoss or even the War Protoss, even if they came with the intention of persuading a fight, I am afraid that everyone else present here would suffer a lot of harm.

The power of the protoss cannot be resisted by mortals, even though all of them are considered powerful among mortals.

"Sister, what's the matter?" A charming voice suddenly appeared, making Tariq heave a sigh of relief.

"Did you do something to that child?" Kyle looked at Morgana who appeared in front of him.

At this time, Morgana was wearing a black battle dress, a pair of dark and deep wings stretched behind her as if covering the sky, her eyes were black and bright like black pearls.

Morgana raised her eyebrows and looked at Kyle in front of her, with a careless expression on her face.

"He just chose my power, and I didn't interfere with his choice." Morgana paused, "I'm not like you, my sister."

"Even mortals have to make their own choices."

The flaming blade in Kyle's right hand pointed directly at Morgana, the younger sister of her mother, "But you are destroying my plan."

"Do you remember what you said?" Morgana ignored the sharp blade in Kyle's hand.

They come from the same source, and Morgana is confident that her strength will not lose to Kyle.

Although Kyle's power inherits a little more from attacking aspects, Morgana is more inclined to guard.

Morgana still guards Demacia to this day, ensuring that the city-state that sheltered many ordinary mortals will not be destroyed.

"Of course I remember." Kyle felt a little relieved when he heard this.

"We both need to balance each other, sister." Morgana said calmly.

Morgana is not angry with Kyle either. After all, Kyle inherits most of the divinity from the Protoss of Justice. Just like their mother, the divinity will gradually make Kyle indifferent and become like a god.

A long time ago, in order to protect her mortals, Morgana took the initiative to degenerate and gave up her divinity. For this reason, she broke with Kyle for thousands of years.

It wasn't until the eve of the war that they reconciled as before.

Kyle also understood his mistake, but...
Divinity has always been rooted in Kyle's soul, making Kyle involuntarily extreme.

"That child is beginning to be influenced by divinity." Morgana said, "I just don't want him to become like you, let alone."

"I want him to inherit our power."

"We are all part of the Protoss of Justice, and I want that child 'Kyle' to be the next successor of the Protoss of Justice." Morgana said surprisingly.

"Really." Kyle pondered for a while, then retracted his too dazzling armor, and looked at Morgana helplessly, "You should have told me in the first place."

"I sent power into your body at the beginning, just to help you get rid of the erosion of the void with the complete power of the righteous protoss." Morgana also smiled helplessly, "And I didn't plan all this at the beginning, just now That kid's own choice."

Pastry chef Atreus took out pastries he had baked and placed them in front of him, then Atreus carefully picked up one and took a light bite.

For a pastry chef, eating his own creations like swallowing jujubes is to prove that the pastry chef is not a good pastry chef.

Atreus, although he inherited the power of the war protoss, he is actually the protoss who dislikes fighting and war the least.

War protoss, don't like war, although it is very strange, but it is true.

After all, Atreus was just an ordinary mortal warrior in the Rakkor tribe. He didn't have a brilliant record, nor was he born with flawless martial skills.

Atreus is just an ordinary person who has failed many times. It can be said that he is brave, but it cannot be said that Atreus is good at fighting.

Atreus has always wanted to be an ordinary pastry chef.

However, after the second war protoss was seriously injured by Aatrox, he asked Atreus to inherit his power before he died.

Pantheon saw something completely different from him and the first War Protoss in the eyes of Atreus, and Pan Sen believed that Atreus would fulfill their long-cherished wish of the War Protoss.

What Atreus sees is
guard.

The heart that stands firm for the one you love.

The unyielding will for the belief in the heart.

Despite his numerous failures, Atreus had what Pantheon was weak about.

Atreus wanted to refuse, but Pan Sen persuaded him because the world would be on the verge of destruction if there was one less protoss
There is also the god warrior who went mad after being eroded by the void. There is only one reason for Atreus to fight, and that is to protect his people.

So Atreus became the Protoss of War in this way, a god with unyielding will and infinite martial arts.

just
Atreus coughed twice, and the dough in front of him was instantly covered with liquid like colorful colored glass.

It was the blood of the protoss.

Atreus clutched his lower right rib, which was aching.

This is the wound left by Atreus after the great war. The power from the void made it impossible for Atreus, who was a protoss, to heal forever.

It's just that the enemy who caused the wound wasn't much better, Atreus just suffered this injury, and that enemy paid the price with his life.

Atreus calmed down his breathing, and wiped out all the noodles in front of him that were stained with the blood of the protoss.

"Let me see if that child has that belief." Atreus said with his head down. "I'm sorry, Kael Morgana, I don't have much time."

　Generate electricity for love, never be a slave!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)